The two tents were pitched on a site overlooking a beach.   The smoldering remains of a campfire had been doused just a few hours earlier.   It was a moonless night, a bit overcast in the late summer, early autumn.   An ocean breeze caused the two fabric shelters to flutter softly.
       Chloe rolled onto her side away from Marla, and slid her left hand up under her pillow.   Chloe was still feeling really strange.   She felt certain that Gregg had slipped something into Marla’s beer.   Marla was right to not trust him.
       Gregg had wanted it to be just the two of them camping on the beach but Marla asked Chloe to come along.   She surprised Gregg at the last minute with the news that she had invited a friend to join them.   Gregg tried to act cool about it but there were obvious signs during the road trip to the beach, and all the late afternoon since they arrived, that he wasn't pleased about Chloe coming along.

       One interesting thing Chloe found on the beach was what looked like a very old, ornate bottle.   It looked like it had probably been meant to be sealed with a cork, yet one side of the mouth of the bottle had a taper to it.   The bottle was asymmetrical, like it was meant to be held a certain way while pouring.   It looked like glass yet the sound it made when tapping on it seemed more metallic.   Gregg insisted that it couldn't be metal because vacationing tourists would likely have found it already, beach-combing with their metal detectors.

       The bottle appeared to have nothing in the way of manufacturing markings, the way most modern bottles would have.   Since Chloe had been the one to find it, she called dibs.  She put it under her pillow in her tent.

       Gregg was supposed to have planned everything for the campout but his idea of food planning consisted of various bags of chips and similar snacks, along with a cooler of beer.   He hadn’t even prepared for making a fire.
       Marla and Chloe both wanted to sit around a campfire so they rummaged around in the brush further inland from the beach, hoping to find enough sticks and small logs.   Gregg insisted there was nothing really burnable around there, but Chloe knew that every few years the state brought in truckloads of sand to rebuild the beach.   Over near the parking area they just had to dig down in the sand a little to find what was left of trees which had been felled and buried, and she was right.
       Gregg helped carry the heavier logs.   With Marla's help, Chloe got a little campfire started.   It gave off enough warmth to fight the cool evening breeze.

       As they opened the first beers, Gregg insisted that they were there to have fun and he didn't want to have to carry home so many full bottles.   “Three drink, minimum.” he said periodically, as if it was a slogan.   Gregg had worked in a nightclub and it was somewhat engrained in him to suggestive-sell drinks.   Marla was halfway through her 3rd beer when she said to Chloe, "I can't finish this.   Help me out.”   So, she did.   Maybe it was Marla's residual lip balm on the mouth of the bottle but the flavor of the beer seemed a little off.   After a few sips, Chloe tried to be discrete as she poured out the rest of the bottle.

       The tents were all set up, it was the first thing they had done when they arrived, with Gregg and Marla's sleeping bags in one tent and Chloe's things in the tent she brought along.

       “Marla," she said, “My tent’s a little bigger.   There will be more room if you joined me for the night.”

       “Alright.” Marla replied.

       “Gregg…” Chloe said, “Marla's going to join me in my tent."

       “What???” he protested.

       “Girl things.” Chloe explained.   “you know…" her voice lowered to almost a whisper, “that time of month?”
       She was already opening Gregg's tent and rolling up Marla’s sleeping bag, bed roll, and pillow together in one bundle.   “Get your backpack.” she said to Marla.   Marla did.

       Chloe was feeling a little strange as she slid her stuff to one side of the tent to make room.

       “I didn't come all this way out here to sleep alone!” Gregg protested.
       “Oh, and you think a little girl like me should be just fine sleeping alone?   Out here, with no doors to lock or anything?” Chloe asked, trying to sound vulnerable.   “I should've at least brought a baseball bat.” she said, thinking that Gregg could use a good knock on the head.   He had made a blonde joke in the car, earlier.   Chloe didn’t get the joke, and neither did Marla.   When Chloe asked if he could explain the joke he remarked, "Dumb blonde says what?”   She decided to just be quiet for the rest of the drive.

       Marla and Chloe had just gotten themselves situated and the tent closure zipped-up before Marla was out like a light.   Chloe wasn't awake for too much longer, either.   Gregg quietly fumed in his tent for a short while.   Only a few hours passed before Chloe stirred in her sleep, her hand brushing against the bottle under her pillow.

       “You have awakened me from my slumber.” she heard a voice say.   The voice was deep, very authoritative.

       “No…” Chloe said, correcting him while still half asleep.   “It is you who have awakened me from MY slumber.”   In her mind her words were clear but they sounded a little mumbled and slurred as she spoke them in her sleep.

       "None the less..." the voice continued.   "You have released me from my imprisonment.   I shall grant you, three wishes.”

       Chloe almost snorted a laugh.   I’ve heard this one before, she thought to herself.   I’m, dreaming?   Must be dreaming.   Alright, I'll play along.
       She thought about all of the times she had felt vulnerable in her life, and how she could have simply solved a lot of problems if she had only been… bigger, than the people who were causing her those problems.

       “I wish that I could grow myself to be big,” she said.   “As big as I could ever want to be.”   She felt very certain of herself but her words were coming out like a soft murmur.   “And I don’t mean like, tall and skinny, or short and really wide.   I mean, proportional, so that I look normal.   All of my dimensions being the same.   As big as I want… and able to shrink myself back down again, too.   And make myself as small as I want, in case I ever want to just seem to disappear.”   Her voice raised and lowered in pitch as she spoke, accentuating the words in a dynamic sing-song manner to illustrate the growing and shrinking ideas.

       “Your first wish is granted,” she heard the voice say.   “You have two more wishes.”

       At this point her mind was feeling a little more clear than before.   She didn't know if it was the sun, the physical exertion of gathering the wood, the alcohol, or something else, but she felt very loopy, yet too wide awake to be dreaming.   Something a bit more sensible came to her mind.   Instead of making herself bigger to confront her problems, what if she could make those problems, smaller?

       “I wish,” she began, “that I could shrink other people too.  And return them to their normal size.   Maybe make them bigger, but not really all that much.   Maybe… shape-shift them, a little.”   Chloe began giggling in her sleep.   “You know, they’ll still be human but I can make them into different shapes, maybe blend their limbs together, or seal their mouths shut temporarily.   Anything my imagination can conjure up.”

       “Very well.   And for your third and final wish?"

       At this moment Chloe was feeling very whimsical, and nostalgic.   “Wehmut,” she mumbled, remembering an old German word she knew.   “I wish I could make toys come to life.   Like, dolls.   To speak with them and interact.   They have their own minds and real feelings.   Toy robots can become real, little robots.   Toy cars become like real cars just, still small.   And none of them needing gasoline, or batteries, or food to eat, or water to drink, or air to breathe.   They just… are, they live and function as they would as if they were real.   And I can return them back to being just toys again, if I want.   I just have to think it.”

       “It is done,” the voice said.   “And my debt to you is now fulfilled.   Farewell.”

       It was at his moment that Chloe suddenly thought she should have come up with better wishes.   She opened her eyes and saw what looked like an orangish, pinkish, glowing cloud floating above her, and a face looking back at her from within the cloud, before it all vanished like a wisp of smoke.   She blinked her eyes in the darkness.   She smelled the interior of the tent.   She still felt weird, but comfortable.   She also felt thankful that she didn't have to go pee, because that always sucks when you're in a sleeping bag.    She drifted back off to sleep.


       Gregg was in a bit of a rush to get back to the city.   Chloe was in the back seat on the drivers side behind Gregg, so that she could better talk with Marla in the front passenger seat.
       Chloe’s head still felt weird.   She wanted coffee.   Gregg didn’t want to stop anywhere unless he needed gas.    Everyone was quiet, so Chloe slipped off her shoes and laid down across the back seat as best as she could.

       At some point in her nap she felt uncomfortable.   Cramped, from not being able to stretch out her legs.   But then she had a little more room, like someone had moved a carseat forward, but instead moved the other back door further away.   She brought her feet up onto the seat and stretched out.
       As the car took an exit off of the interstate, it jostled Chloe awake.   She sat up.   Her clothes were loose and baggy.   The seat was bigger than she remembered.   The back of the front driver’s seat was above her eye level.   What the heck, she thought to herself?

       “And make myself as small as I want…” she remembered herself saying.   “Oh shhh… !” she said, aloud.

       “What?” Marla asked, turning her head to look back at Chloe.

       Chloe said, “I…” and stammered a bit.   She had just thought herself back to her normal size and instantly, she was.   But her panties and bra were all out of adjustment.   She gripped at handfuls of fabric to pull things around to where they were supposed to be.

       “Where’s that bottle I found yesterday?”   She didn’t remember ever seeing it that morning.   She reached over the rear seat to the back cargo area of Gregg’s hatchback.   She felt the outsides of her bag, then the others, then opened her bag to look through it.   Not finding the bottle, she then opened another bag.

       "I think we need to go back to the beach!" she announced.

       “What?” Gregg asked, "no, that was two hours ago.   You should have said something then.  We're almost back!”

       “We’ll drop you and your stuff off at your place and then you can take your car back to go look for it, if it’s that important.”   Marla said.   “It might've gotten mixed in with the trash, we stuffed it all into a trash barrel there at the beach.”


       After she drove back to the beach and didn't have any luck finding the bottle, Chloe returned home again.   She took her time on the return trip, stopping a few times along the way.   It was getting dark already when she parked the car out front.

       Gregg had complained about all the sand in his car when they stopped to drop her off.   Chloe decided to take her things out onto the back deck first to open them up and shake out the sand.   Then she had a thought.   She reached inside the back door to turn off all of her lights.   Was it dark enough, she wondered?   Looking around at the neighboring houses, she walked down the back steps to the grass.   She was almost afraid to even think about it, but she had to know.

       Immediately her shoes felt snug, then loose again.   She slipped off her shoes, peeling off her socks one at a time and stuffing them into the shoes, rather than stepping onto the grass while wearing them.   After some careful consideration, she reached back and undid her bra.   In a moment, her shirt was exposing her midriff.   She undid her pants and pulled them down, then her panties too.   Finally she removed her shirt and closed her arms across her chest.   She felt the grass under her feet as they expanded.   As she felt a little dizziness from the height, she then thought about utility lines maybe being above her head.   But she was clear.   She looked down and noticed that her legs were still illuminated from mid-thigh down by the nearest street lights.   She saw the tops of the houses, and over the trees to things she hadn't been able to see before on the other sides of them.   She also felt her feet sinking into the soft ground.
       Oh no, she thought to herself.   I can't leave such huge footprints.   She stamped her feet around to at least make the depressions in the ground look not like a pair of huge feet had been there.

       And in short order, she was back down to her normal height and quickly getting her clothes back on.   Up the stairs, she grabbed her camping things and went back inside, closing the door behind herself.   Then she went around the house closing the curtains.   She spent a bit of time alone, expanding and shrinking herself within the limits of the rooms.   Seeing the top of the refrigerator for the first time "Oh, there's a lot of dust!” and once again, using the armrests of a couch as diving boards, kicking the cushions to the floor as she jumped on the furniture like it was a trampoline.   Then marveling at simple things, like how to hold tiny kitchen utensils in her fingers.   Or moments later, how to lift one of those same HUGE utensils in both arms.   There was so much to explore, and she was going to start right there with everything in her home.   And it was all so weird and wonderful, because she mostly had to do it all in the nude.

       The next morning she almost overslept and rushed to class.   Her demeanor was different, she was certain of it, and hoped it wasn’t noticeable.   She had an incredible secret, yet no one in whom she could confide.   It was difficult for her to focus, to take notes and pay attention.   Between classes she felt like she was floating in a daydream.   So much she wanted to do, things to try, but what about everyone else?   How would people react?

       When her classes were over, Chloe wandered around in the campus library.   Then she saw an opportunity; a student.   He had fallen asleep at a desk, one of those kinds with three walls of isolation for blocking out distractions.   She found a seat at a table where she was able to see him from behind.   She got out a few textbooks and placed them before her to look as if she was studying, then slowly worked up her courage.

       She looked at him and simply thought about him getting smaller, and sure enough… he did!   His head moved down as his feet lifted up from the floor.   Immediately she thought him back to normal, and he was.
       It was enough to wake him.   He looked around, somewhat confused and startled about what had just happened.

       Chloe looked down at the books in front of her, trying to be unsuspicious.   She struggled with her facial expressions, though.   The student got up and gathered his things.   He seemed troubled.   As he walked away she noticed that his clothes looked kind of tight.  His pants legs were riding up, exposing his socks and ankles.   She had made him just a little too big!    He walked as if his feet were hurting, pinched by his shoes.
       Chloe thought to herself, well that freshman just had one more growth spurt in him.   She had to lift up a book to hide her face as she almost laughed out loud at the thought.   Oh, this could be so much fun!      Before he disappeared from view she wondered, had she done him a favor?   Most guys do want to be taller.   Should she leave him be?   Before he reached the corner, she thought about shrinking him just a tiny little bit.   He stopped in his tracks and looked down the front of himself.   He pulled at the front of his pants to adjust himself, then continued on, shaking his head in disbelief.

       Chloe gathered up her things and headed for her car.   As she pulled out of campus, she headed downtown.   All the times she had dressed up as a superhero, cosplaying at comic conventions, it was about time for her to really start fighting crime.
       It was late by the time she got home.   Hours of watching and waiting, hunting, until she happily bagged a couple good catches.   She set down her purse and walked into the bathroom, flipping on the light switch.   She admired herself in the mirror for a moment.   She’s never doubted that she was pretty.   Sure, her mom always told her that, but it wasn't until guys started really noticing her when she became convinced of it.   But next time she’ll not do this while looking like a typical college student.   She’ll need something more suitable.    Nothing quite as obvious as a superhero costume.   A mission suit, she thought, thinking of some of her favorite crime-fighting characters?   Some form of disguise?   She’ll have to think on that for a while.
       Chloe unbuttoned her shirt and reached into one cup of her bra, carefully extracting a naked little man she had tucked away under her ample 39Ds.   He was about 4" tall at the moment, because she had made him that way.   She recognized him as the drug dealer.   With her free hand she reached under her other breast for her 2nd captive; another naked man, the pimp.
       The Girls had kept them securely pressed down in the lower curves of her bra cups, the underwires preventing their escaping out from underneath while she brought them home.   She could feel them struggling the whole way.   They pushed and kicked, even biting at her underboobs, all to no avail.   The men were just too small to inflict any pain on her.
       She didn't mind it in the slightest.   They were, nicely stimulating.

       Chloe held up her first two trophies, displaying them to the mirror.   She pressed her elbows in, accentuating her cleavage as she held her prizes above her boobs.   “Good job, Girls,” she said, congratulating them with a smile, then grinned.

       Both men yelled something rude and angry at her.  Chloe scowled at them.   "You two have nasty little mouths on you,” she scolded.   Then she remembered that night in the tent, her 2nd wish.
       “Maybe… shape-shift them, a little,” she remembered herself saying.

       “Until you learn to speak responsibly, you'll only need those mouths for eating."   And with a thought, their lips disappeared from their faces as she sealed their mouths shut.
       Both men's eyes bulged with surprise as their cheeks flexed in and out with the air they intended to use for yelling.  Chloe's eyes widened with surprise at the sight of them, puffing their faces like some kind of fish.  "Okay, that looks a little disturbing." she said.   She returned their lips to their faces, but left their mouths sealed.   Chloe then sniffed.   “You two both stink.   How about we wash you up."

       Minutes later, Chloe had a clear plastic bin from her crafting room sitting on the floor in her bedroom, two freshly cleaned men inside it together.   Satisfied that they couldn't escape, she also took a quick shower.   She walked back into the bedroom with a towel around herself, her long, blonde hair bundled up in another towel.   She sauntered past them, swaying her hips before sitting at her make-up table.   She turned on some music appropriate for her mood; some soft jazz, before letting her hair down and brushing it.   Then she reached for the cosmetics.   She didn't really need make-up, but she liked to look nice.   Not for the two men, but for herself.   She then lit a candle and turned down the lights.   Going to her closet she looked through some lingerie, finally settling on a matching black set of bra and panties with accents of leather and rose gold.   She added stockings and a pair of stilettos.   She then stepped out from behind a 3-section changing screen into their full view and towered over the two men.
       “Well,” she said softly as she leaned down, allowing her hair to fall over them like a curtain, “Who’s first, or shall we make this a three-some?”