You hold the gun backwards, putting your thumb against the trigger.
Theresa smiles. “Let me help you out.”
She grabs onto the gun with you, sneakily increasing shrink settings. Holding her index finger on your thumb, she forces you to pull the trigger, in case you had any doubts. The green ray of light hits your chest. You look at your friend’s smirking face, as you sink down towards the ground, below her slowly increasing magnitude. Her smile gets further away from you, as you sink past her chest, down to her waste, and below her knees. At this point her adorable face is seems so distant, even though you are standing right next to her. You stop at a height of only two inches tall. You’d be bothered by the smell of Theresa’s socks, if you weren’t so overtaken with shock and awe. The girls both squeal and giggle, as they look at each other.
“Look at him.” Britney laughs. “He’s like a fucking bug!”
You check yourself in a panic. “Wait, I-I wasn’t supposed to get this small!”
As you look up at Theresa, you notice her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth, her trademark sign of mischief.
You shout up at her in fear. “What did you do?”
The girl smiles, with a guilty blush. “I might have turned the dial a bit more.”
“N-No! No, no! This is not ok, you have to turn me back!”
Your protest goes ignored, as Britney bends over the pick up the gun, and puts it in her purse. You cower, as the two giantesses stand in front of each other, with you between their feet. All you can do is look up, as two titans put their lips together in loving kiss. Your heart nearly stops, as one of their feet shift a bit. You start to wonder, if your friends understand how dangerous and frightening this is for you, or if they just don’t care. The two girls break their kiss and look down at their feet.
Britney bites her lip. “What’d like to do with him?”
Theresa smiles. “What would best friends do, if one of them shrunk?”
“I mean I wouldn’t trust my friends.” The blonde said. “Sure, you get along well, and like each other, but friends can be assholes sometimes.”
Your friend, pokes her tongue out again. “I think you’re right about that, Britt.”
At this point, you’re so scared, you might pass out. Your friends stare down at the floor, their massive bodies standing over you.
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