Chris, 9:00 AM

You tumble endlessly around the bottomless pit of Heather's purse. Objects fly towards you, directed by the sway of her off-kilter and hungover stride. You shriek as a lipstick vial nearly three times your size is hurled in your direction, forcing a hasty dodge out of the way. 

Fuck! Fuck this and fuck Heather too!

You consider the situation for a moment and figure she likely doesn’t even know what she’s been putting you through. Heather is careless and self-centered to the core. A spoiled rich bitch who didn’t have the presence of mind to think about someone else. She doesn’t have a clue, never did, and truthfully, she probably never will.

 Life throws you a curveball, and despite the vigilance you’ve had until this point, you’re struck by a massive bottle of moisturizer from the back. The container lays into you, knocking the wind from your lungs with a singular well-timed blow. You never saw it coming, and you pay the price for such a careless mistake.

You can’t get up! You try desperately to push its weight off you as the rest of this girl’s purse continues tumbling. But it's no use. You’re thoroughly stuck. Releasing a grunt of frustration, you repeatedly pound against its plastic surface, wailing on it with a barrage of fruitless punches before finally settling down. Resigning yourself to general uselessness, you listen to raised voices outside. A clear argument, but the tone is all you can really discern from your dark prison.

However, there's some kind of confrontation, a commotion that's quick to end as everything is sent into freefall.

Thoooooom

              For only a few seconds, the purse is turned from a game of deadly dodgeball to a guillotine of death. Every object goes flying into the air simultaneously, with your body being no exception. A sudden jolt as the bag hits the ground, pummeling you into the floor. Ugh, you steady yourself. Dazed and certainly disoriented, but seemingly no worse for wear.

You jump right up, checking your bare body for any sign of distress. Besides some minor bruising that's sure to pop up later on from that collision with the lotion, you seem to be okay. It isn't much longer before the top of the purse zips open, the monstrously large zipper hitting all the clasps, reverberating off the walls of your prison. Finally, light pours in, startling you towards the back wall of the fabric innards.

Ire builds as you see the stupid bitch walk through the door like nothing happened. It's painfully apparent that Heather had taken Chris, and although you'd prepped yourself for a confrontation, she doesn't even seem to notice you, nearly walking right past. Oversized sunglasses are practically glued to her face, likely hiding the light from her hungover and sensitive eyes. Having just worried your ass off all night, it's laughable that she thinks you'll just let this go. You clear your throat loudly, prompting a vacant stare from Heather's end, finally catching her reprehensible gaze.

"What do you want?" She says with poorly hidden deceit.

A low growl rises from deep within your throat, "You know exactly what, you stupid bitch!" You're fuming, ready to knock her out. But your tone doesn't dissuade her from trying to continue past.

Angry, your heart thumps to a quicker rhythm, eyes seeing nothing but red. Heather pulls at the final straw, checking your shoulder callously, prompting you to shove her backward with a modest amount of force. The look on her face is priceless, a mix of confusion and white-hot rage. You may have even enjoyed it had you not been fuming.

"You bitch!" Heather lunges at you, months of built-up tension coming out in one sharp motion. She shrieks, dropping her purse to the floor without a second thought.

Snap

It never connects, and in an instant, she's gone. The space her body inhabited only moments earlier is entirely vacant.

A careful hand reaches in, giving you a sense of knowing comfort. It digs around the purse with considerable care before plucking your tiny, bruised body out of a hell that smelled of gum and makeup. She gasps, seeing your peachy body, eyes starting to well up in response. And truthfully, you feel the same. There was a level of enjoyment to last night, but most of it had been decidedly negative.

"Thank god! You have no idea, absolutely none!" Alexis closes her eyes, trying to blink away the slowly rising headache.

"I looked everywhere! Everywhere except for our little prissy princess' room, that is." Alexis smirks, raising her other palm so you'd have a clear view of what lay waiting in the milky white of her hand. To your surprise, it's Heather. Still dressed in her cute getup from the club, she stomps and shouts an insufferable series of words, making rude gestures towards both of you.

"Huh." Is about all you can manage, still processing the situation. It's almost uncanny to see someone else shrunken alongside you. Her size is nearly twice yours, however. Suddenly reminding you of the impromptu shrinking that had happened what almost feels like a lifetime ago now. Last night was a sobering ordeal. You'd have to walk Lexy through it once everything returns to normal.

"Anyway," Alexis says, "Let's get you back to normal. Maybe we can mess with daddy's girl for a while." She winks, implying an eccentric idea laying in wait. Yeah, that sounds good to you. Besides, after last night you’re in desperate need of a shower. You smell like butt. You wait with bated breath as Lexy draws the letter T with her hands before snapping her fingers.

SNAP

You open your eyes, relief replaced with horror as you are greeted by an alien world. This wasn't the standard height you'd become accustomed to for most of your adult life, but an outright hellish sight. Your friend's hands now stretch off into the distance, the creases of her palm functioning as steep dips in the terrain. Something had gone very wrong with the spell. Catastrophically so.

Your friend is hard to comprehend now; her body so large you struggle to recognize it as her. How small had you shrunk? Half a centimeter? Smaller? You aren't sure. An eerie silence punctuates the landscape, almost as if you're too small for the ambient sound that generally provides a soundtrack to everyday life.

She says something inconceivably loud, making your ears ring and throb with pain. How the fuck could this happen? Why, why, why? You start to sob, the nightmare from last night only continuing on. Being tiny most assuredly wasn't a dream come true. 

Her face moves at terrifying speeds, looking like it might steamroll over you completely. It causes a desperate and shaky scream to leave your frazzled mouth involuntarily. It rises out of you from a primal fear of death.

There's a distinct calm as everything settles. The girl you'd known for so long's breath is the only noise in the room. For a short while, it's serene, almost supernatural in nature. Until frustrated, Alexis lets out a fleeting sigh, exhaling a warmth across her hand as she closes her eyes in contemplation. She hadn't seen you.

Violent hurricane-force winds rip you from the warmth of Alexis' palm, sending you careening off and into freefall. You fail to even hear yourself over the intense turbulence as you're shot like a bullet through the air. However, you aren't in the air for long, finding yourself in a rough landing atop the girl's kitchen counter. 

Every cell in your small body aches, sore and tender from so much abuse. A glint catches your eye before you can even rise to your feet. You stare up in awe from your crumpled spot on the granite surface at Alexis' keys. A mixture of trinkets and actual functional lock openers absolutely tower over you, their shadow blocking out the artificial light of the combined entryway kitchen setup.

You let out a sigh. Regretfully, your assumption had been correct. Chris isn't here. These didn't happen often, but when they do, it's always a doozy. The last spell backfire you experienced was that disaster of a night at the eighth-grade dance. Now that was an embarrassing one. You cringe at the very thought, having no desire to relive it.

Wracking your brain, you try and think of every situation that may have happened, one sticking out far above the rest. Maybe you sent Chris somewhere else by mistake? The recall and replace spell have oddly similar properties, so it could be possible? A perplexing situation for sure. Either way, you're pretty thoroughly fucked now. You'd have to wait a while before using either a location enchantment or a recall hex. You can't risk shorting yourself out and causing yet another backfire.

"Ugh!" You throw your head up in mild frustration. Would this nightmare ever end? He could be literally anywhere! The thought stops you cold. Shit, what if he's on the ground? Trapped amongst the carpet fibers? You take a weary look down toward your socked feet, seeing nothing on a quick glance. Slowly, you make your way over to the counter, one cautious step at a time, scanning the ground carefully for any sign of Chris.

Heather is practically an afterthought right now, letting her squirm in the heat of your closed palm. The little brat is perfectly safe for the time being, but Chris is in dire danger right now. He has to be the priority.

Finally reaching the counter, you hop up next to your keys, giving yourself a quick lift from behind. The granite feels so soothing against your butt; its cold surface felt through your yogas' thin fabric.

With the danger of stepping on Chris thankfully eliminated, you breathe a sigh of relief. With the most immediate source of anxiety gone, you're free to brainstorm a way out of this mess.

You screech, driven by a fear purer than you knew existed. Ass bigger than the moon itself hurtles towards you, impacting harshly onto the granite. You’re thrown back, wind from your friend’s ample butt creating more than enough turbulence to forcefully move your body, the weak frame you currently inhabit lacking the weight it needs to keep you from being sent each time Alexis moves.

You repeatedly tumble, rolling across the largely barren surface, gradually coming to a slow and clumsy stop. You lay still for a few moments, a switch flipping deep down.

Jumping up, you giggle like a madman. Holy shit, did that really just happen? Something inside you breaks, realizing your friend very nearly just turned you into a real-life snuff piece. The butt shifts around, getting comfortable all over what could have just been your grave. It's a sobering experience, to say the least. With her fidgeting evidently calming down for the moment, you breathe a much-deserved sigh of relief, your life safe for the time being.

While still in danger, the threat of being wiped off the counter feels less tangible. It leaves time to marvel at the sight in front of you and really take it in. Wearing the classic black yoga pants she usually wore, she's situated in a way that her left cheek takes up the majority of your view. Inspecting every inch of the fabric wall, you let wide eyes wander over to the far side of the constrained cheek, seeing a modest dip downwards into the crack of her ass.

It's not reasonably deep, all things considered. But to you? It may very well have been the grand canyon. An absolute chasm! It would be impressive if its very existence wasn't threatening your life.

Until now, you hadn’t actually seen Alexis’ butt in full view like this, usually resigned to the back of her pants or directly up against her more intimate areas. You take a deep breath, deciding you've ogled Alexis for long enough. You look around, thinking up some pretense of a plan. However, the counters are relatively empty, save for Alexis and her keys. Although, you make out something very faintly, a familiar pink rectangle in the distance. Lexy's phone! Of course! You practically jump for joy, realizing you may very well escape this unscathed and not as a gooey mess on the back of your friend's yogas.

Although, it's a fair distance away. Unfortunately, you're in for a jog.

Still trying to think of some eureka solution, your thoughts are constantly interrupted by the squirming in your hand. Ugh, of course! Heather isn't going to let you take a breather. If only her annoying wriggling could be put to use.

You look down on her thrashing body, throwing a temper tantrum like the child she is. It's no surprise she'd act this way, always used to getting what she wants with daddy's money. But, what if she got the very opposite of what she wanted for once? What if somebody teaches her a lesson?

You bite your lip in thought, staring at her with a look she seems to know all too well. Her thrashing immediately stops, a nervous expression evident across her face.

Tugging at the elastic waistbands of both your pants and panties, you give Heather an ominous sneak peek of what's to come. Despite the initial hesitation, you don't feel a single inkling of shame for what you’re about to do.

With your other hand, you spread the smooth hood that hides your clit, revealing it to the open air before shoving Heather directly into its folds with a gasp that sucks all the air from your lungs. You smear her against the pulsating button, letting out a slight whimper as she starts to thrash.

SNAP

Just like that, she's shut away into musky darkness, your own arousal building in tandem with her desperation. Part of you knows how wrong it is, but the other part, the voice of reason, simply doesn't care.

With that problem taken care of, you think of who you could turn to for help. There was always your sister, Alissa. But, she'd likely get all huffy about riding over here. And mom is entirely out of the question. Your mother would verbally rip you apart for using magic so irresponsibly.

A fresh set of shivers run through you, Heather showing no signs of letting her fight die.

"Good girl!" You say with an amount of confidence that even surprises you.

You work your way across the counter, moving at a brisk jog. The surface is hard and somewhat slippery, making your feet sore almost immediately. However, you aren't about to relent. There's only a single chance, one route to take. You have to reach that phone. Likely too small to use the touch screen, you find yourself banking on her noticing you against the glossy surface. It's a total pitch in the dark, But it's the only move you have at the moment.

Keeping a steady pace, it's only a few minutes before you come upon the tremendous communications device. It's still unbelievably jarring for you, seeing something that could once fit in your hand now tower like a building above you.

The case she has for protection only complicates your plight. The girly rubber and plastic exterior almost doubles the phone's typically slim profile. The side you are on is an absolute no-go, far too slick and featureless to get a grip. Instead, you look around the other side, spotting the volume buttons that just so happen to create a perfect shelf. You smirk; lady luck finally giving you a helping hand.

You start to climb, failing to notice the long shadow gently encroaching.