This choice: "Slowly down to nothing." • Go Back... The room seems to get darker and darker around the gypsy woman as she leans in close to you and says "Yes, I can already see it starting to happen. It shouldn't take more than a few weeks before you've shrunk down so small that dust particles will be mountain ranges to you. And it will happen slowly enough that you can savor every second that your puny body shrinks away. Just like all the other men who have trifled with me in the past." She laughs and puts her hands on her hips, her cocky smirk saying much more than any elaboration could. You almost want to fall to your knees and grovel for forgiveness, but you're too busy shaking out of fear of what could happen to you. You're also hanging on every word she says as she walks towards you again, causing you to back away towards the side of the tent. You're already intimidated by her. She already looks as if she's grown a few inches. "Of all the punishments i've inflicted on foolish people, this is my favorite. I place the curse on you and then let you out of my tent. You'll live your life and get shorter and shorter until you reach a suitable size. Then i come and... collect you." You back up again, but this time you trip over a stool in the room and land flat on your back. Madame Rosella doesn't waste any time and presses a bare foot on your chest, applying a little bit of pleasure as she smirks from above. "You look so natural there under my foot. Perhaps that's what i'll do. I'll let you shrink away to nothing while worshipping my beautiful toes. You can kiss them and lick them every day until I just can't see you anymore. Then i'll either wash you off in the bathtub, or paint over you with a fresh coat of polish to keep you trapped with my toes for the rest of your pathetic life!" You squirm away from underneath her and run to the opening of the tent, hearing her cackling laughter behind you. "Enjoy your size while you have it, little one! You'll be back here underneath my feet soon enough!" You catch your breath as you make your way through the opening, hoping that the crazy woman was just fucking with you. The more steps you take away from the tent, the more you think to yourself how foolish you were to believe her. Come on, shrinking people? That's just ridiculous. You accept that you're not getting the ten dollars back and make your way across the fairgrounds, bumping into your girlfriend Maggie. She comes over with a smile and gives you a big hug, saying "This may be the best faire yet! Where have you been, i was looking all over for you?" You just close your eyes happy to be with her and say "I met some... interesting people. You ready to head home?" She shrugs and says "I guess so. It is getting a little late." And then she gets a puzzled look on her face for a second, before shaking it off. "What? What's wrong?" You ask her. She lets off a cute smile and says "Oh it's nothing. Just... i don't know. For some reason you kind of looked.. shorter to me." You can barely breathe. The gypsy wasn't lying! You will be getting smaller and smaller each day! It's not noticable now to your girlfriend, but what happens when you don't even come up to her waist? Or her knees? Or... her feet. As that last thought crosses your head, you swear you can hear that unforgettable laughter of the gypsy woman, mocking your panic. You grab Maggie as inconspicuously as possible and take her home. The two of you decide to make an early night of it, since you both have work the next morning. Well... that and you were looking to put this awful day behind you. Hopefully you'd wake up and the silliness of the whole "curse" business will have passed. You hope that's what happens... but you know for a fact it won't. And when you wake up, you'll see just how fast the curse is going to cause you to dwindle...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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