You decide against it. Maybe you don’t want to ruin the surprise, or maybe you want to keep this fantasy going as long as possible. Nonetheless, with the pill bottle in the pocket of your jacket, you walk toward Bea’s apartment complex. Outside, the warm summer rain taps against your skin as you get closer.

Allowing yourself inside, you ascend up a set of stairs until arriving in an empty hallway. Above you, the cheap fluorescent light flickers with a buzz. Quickly hiding your clothing in one of the janitorial closets amongst cleaning chemicals, you begin shivering from a mixture of cold and excitement. 

Now naked, you leave the door slightly ajar while lifting a pill towards your lips. Your hands tremble as it gets closer, with you swallowing before depositing the tablet in your dry mouth. It falls down your throat and you immediately feel your body becoming warmer. It was not too different from a fever, with your head soon beginning to throb as you slowly sit yourself down to avoid collapsing. You close your eyes, feeling the unpleasant pulsating sensation in your temples. 

This feeling intensifies as a force begins compressing your body from every direction. It feels like going down an elevator, with the sensation of falling gradually becoming stronger. Clenching your fists, you feel yourself blacking out.

When you awaken, it takes a moment for the dizziness to subside. You feel some stiffness in your neck, stretching from side to side. But when your eyes finally adjust to the new size, you find the small closet looking like a huge cathedral. The wooden shelves are now scaffolding of many tightly packed skyscrapers, with each of the chemical bottles larger than your entire body. 

You walk out of the closet, traversing through the old carpet. At this size, it appears to be a field of colorful fabric grass. Finally, you reach Bea’s apartment, squeezing through the gap under her door. 

Lifting your head, you find the entire place to be dim, the only light coming from her computer’s RGB lights. The faraway sound of distant snoring informs you that your bully is fast asleep. From your point of view, you are unable to see her titaness figure, with the only part visible being her right foot dangling off the side of the bed. You could easily fit your head between the sleeping goddess’s wrinkles covered by a thin layer of sweat and oily lotion.

Looking around the room, you can find trash littering the floor. She seems to have dirty clothes scattered all over the place, with you having to navigate around them in order to reach the base of the bed. Around, you can see the well-worn flip-flops which she used to torment you, appearing much larger at this size. As you walk towards them, the smell of sweat mixed with lavender-scented lotion fills your nostrils. To your right, is a pair of discarded striped panties stained by her semen. 

You’ve been bullied by this woman long enough. It is time for you to have some fun with her belongings and body as she sleeps. Your breath becomes labored as you begin fantasizing about what you are going to do. There is a nagging danger of her waking up and finding you here, but that somehow makes you even more excited. Your brain sends out mixed signals of pleasure and fear as you choose what to do next.