'Huh?' You thought, finding yourself in very low light, covered by a ceiling made of fabric. You scratched your head, wondering if there was a blackout, but why would Brooke leave you alone like this if she had been worried about you before?
It didn't make any sense, nor did this strange but almost obscenely massive piece of fabric on top of you, you vaguely sensed it was larger than even some circus' tents but the material was drastically different. To be able to look at your surroundings, you instinctively reached for your phone... only to find nothing, not even your pants for that matter.
'WHAT.THE.HELL?!' You silently freaked out as you patted your body and realized you were completely naked. Suddenly, you were relieved to be hidden in this dark place, however, it only raised a lot more questions. More booming tremors reminded you of the reason you even woke up in the first place 'Please don't tell me we were just targeted for some political idiocy' You then thought.
Charlotte walked back into the living room carrying a bag with a bunch of creams and some ice packs but to her surprise there was no one to be found. She then looked at the couch where you were sitting, spotting all your clothes on one of its cushions. She blushed a little and covered her mouth as she did a faint gasp.
"Mon dieu... I didn't think Ms. Adams was that eager" She giggled "But that poor boy is in no condition to please her... I just hope she's not too rough" She said quietly, noting that all of your clothes were there, even your underwear as she saw a hint of your boxers' waistband.
Under normal circumstances, she'd just grab these clothes and put them away somewhere else, but there was a sense of uncertainty in her heart, that maybe, as unlikely as this seemed, it could be some misunderstanding, in which case it might do more harm than good to do so, plus, it might make Brooke embarrassed that she was "caught".
She decided that the wisest course of action would be to leave and pretend she didn't see anything, and thus, she walked back the way she came, still carrying the bag as she was aware that leaving it there would've still let Brooke know she knew. Charlotte decided to keep herself busy by attending some other chores and only respond if Brooke explicitly called her, so she went to do some laundry.
Meanwhile, you were all the more confused as you heard Charlotte's voice, but with an added booming and sounding somewhat distant despite being pretty loud, and coming vaguely from somewhere above. You wondered if you somehow fell through the floor and were on some sort of unused basement, but that didn't explain the loss of your clothes. You wandered around in the dark, feeling around trying to find anything that helped explain your circumstances.
Some time later, Brooke came back to the living room, bringing a tray with a few plates. One of them had a steak, done in a style most reminiscent of how they're cooked in Mexico, thin, marinated cuts of beef as opposed to the thicker, greasier cuts used for barbecuing in the US.
Besides the fact that Brooke herself prepared this, another reason why this was somewhat special was because of the marinade itself, made from a special kind of lemon, referred by some as Cuban lemon even though it was believed by others to be a hybrid citrus. In any case, it was a gift from your mom's to Mayor Patricia from a very long time ago, and the fruits' juice gave meats a superb taste, of the kind that one cannot replicate with store bought ingredients.
She knew that this kind of meat was one of your favorite dishes and was hoping to see your reaction. To go with it, she also brought some fresh loaves of bread made in French style, though they weren't baguettes. As for herself, she made a nice, somewhat spicy soup with broccoli, cauliflower and a mix of bell and chili peppers.
But before she could say anything, she immediately detected your absence. Most confusing was that all your clothes seemed to be right there on the couch cushion. She raised an eyebrow and walked back to the dining room to set the tray on the table before coming back.
'What the hell? I don't think he just stripped naked and escaped' She thought, chuckling a little, as she knew you were at times a bit prudish, getting flustered when she walked in on you while changing in gym class, even when you merely had been shirtless, though with her current knowledge, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe that was part of the act, and you had been hiding signs of injury even then.
Brooke walked towards the couch, seeing the pile of your clothes there somehow drew her, she got a gut feeling that she needed to examine them to find out what could possibly have happened to you. With a little hesitation, she picked up your pants, gasping a little in surprise as she noticed that even your boxers were still inside them 'How did he even take these off and leave them like that?' She wondered.
She put them on another cushion and then carefully grabbed your shirt. She couldn't help but blush a little, since she didn't imagine she'd get to touch your clothes like this until you were far more intimate, which wasn't precisely for a lack of trying on her part. Once again, to her surprise, something small tumbled out as she raised it, causing her to toss the shirt aside and completely focus on the mystery thing.
All this time, you had been walking around, having failed to find any clues that would explain what happened or where you were. Suddenly, the booming tremors returned, this time they felt even stronger. Weirdly enough, the nice scent of a freshly made beefy dinner wafted to you, carrying a hint of citrus that you recognized 'Mom's special lemons?! Huh?' You thought, feeling all the more confused.
You didn't get much of a chance to ponder on it, as it felt like your entire world suddenly rose up into the air and tilted over, making you tumble down and fall from an incredible height, only to land face first against a cold, hard glass surface. But surprisingly, you didn't break anything, not even your nose, though the fall did feel like it hurt. The sudden change in illumination blinded you briefly, making you cover your eyes immediately.
"What the...?!" Brooke spotted a very small thing on the coffee table in front of the couch, but it was shaped oddly, unlike any bug she saw before. She crouched to take a better look and gasped when she realized it seemed to be a tiny person. She then almost choked on the air she was breathing once she paid more attention and saw that it wasn't just any random tiny person, but none other than yourself.
"Blaise?!" She uttered in disbelief. In almost any other situation she would've believed that you were merely some odd, custom made toy, but then again, who would bother to make one in your likeness? 'Well... I can actually think of a few people...' She then thought. But any notion of you being some kind of toy was shattered when she saw you covering your eyes, as well as seeing your stomach move a little as you breathed.
'There's no way this is a simple toy' She thought. How she did not faint from seeing something so supernaturally strange is anybody's guess, Brooke herself would probably attribute it to her strong willpower, something that may have been half innate to her and half imparted into her by her mom.
Brooke's voice had that same added booming that Charlotte's had earlier, but it sounded much closer. You were shivering as the air was noticeably chillier outside your cloth imprisonment, which you still didn't realize that it was your own shirt. You turned to the direction Booke's voice came from and slowly uncovered your eyes. What you saw went against all logic and common sense. Your gorgeous, flirty friend stood before you but at a much more massive scale, as if she were some sort of living mountain.
As you looked up, you couldn't help to realize that she was sporting some 'mountains' of her own. You lowered your gaze to her hips and they were mind bogglingly wide, in your scale, it looked like they were miles wide, just as large as the entire surface you were on, which you looked down at and after a few seconds realized that it had an uncanny resemblance to the glass coffee table before the couch in the living room. As absurd as it may have seemed, there was only one answer: You had become incredibly small!
Brooke gently brought her hand, turned upside down to present her palm, closer towards you. Her hand alone looked as large as an entire city block if not bigger, her fingers were each the size of a skyscraper in your scale, and would've looked like some sort of monstrous hydra if they weren't extended. The situation was beyond surreal for both you and her, and for a lack of any better options, you hesitantly climbed onto her hand, the slight wrinkles around the base of her fingers and even the lines of her palms served as decent handholds and footholds for you.
A few minutes later, you were standing right on the middle of her palm, staring up at her in shock and only now you remembered that you were stark naked. You covered your crotch in shame while also hunching forward, trying to minimize the bare skin exposed before her eyes. She giggled cutely in response and slowly brought you closer to her eye.
"Is... is that really you?"
"Y-Yes!" You shouted, as embarrassing as this was, deep down you knew that it was imperative that she knew this was the real you and not some toy, insect or a figment of her imagination.
"How? Did you do this?" She asked with a surprisingly curious look, not the reaction you expected.
"I have no idea! But I didn't do this, there's no way..." You replied, feeling ashamed at the implication but also lacking any credible way to explain it.
"Well... it looks like I'll have to keep you safe until we figure out what's up with that" She smiled, giving you a flirty wink that made you gulp and shudder.
It didn't make any sense, nor did this strange but almost obscenely massive piece of fabric on top of you, you vaguely sensed it was larger than even some circus' tents but the material was drastically different. To be able to look at your surroundings, you instinctively reached for your phone... only to find nothing, not even your pants for that matter.
'WHAT.THE.HELL?!' You silently freaked out as you patted your body and realized you were completely naked. Suddenly, you were relieved to be hidden in this dark place, however, it only raised a lot more questions. More booming tremors reminded you of the reason you even woke up in the first place 'Please don't tell me we were just targeted for some political idiocy' You then thought.
Charlotte walked back into the living room carrying a bag with a bunch of creams and some ice packs but to her surprise there was no one to be found. She then looked at the couch where you were sitting, spotting all your clothes on one of its cushions. She blushed a little and covered her mouth as she did a faint gasp.
"Mon dieu... I didn't think Ms. Adams was that eager" She giggled "But that poor boy is in no condition to please her... I just hope she's not too rough" She said quietly, noting that all of your clothes were there, even your underwear as she saw a hint of your boxers' waistband.
Under normal circumstances, she'd just grab these clothes and put them away somewhere else, but there was a sense of uncertainty in her heart, that maybe, as unlikely as this seemed, it could be some misunderstanding, in which case it might do more harm than good to do so, plus, it might make Brooke embarrassed that she was "caught".
She decided that the wisest course of action would be to leave and pretend she didn't see anything, and thus, she walked back the way she came, still carrying the bag as she was aware that leaving it there would've still let Brooke know she knew. Charlotte decided to keep herself busy by attending some other chores and only respond if Brooke explicitly called her, so she went to do some laundry.
Meanwhile, you were all the more confused as you heard Charlotte's voice, but with an added booming and sounding somewhat distant despite being pretty loud, and coming vaguely from somewhere above. You wondered if you somehow fell through the floor and were on some sort of unused basement, but that didn't explain the loss of your clothes. You wandered around in the dark, feeling around trying to find anything that helped explain your circumstances.
Some time later, Brooke came back to the living room, bringing a tray with a few plates. One of them had a steak, done in a style most reminiscent of how they're cooked in Mexico, thin, marinated cuts of beef as opposed to the thicker, greasier cuts used for barbecuing in the US.
Besides the fact that Brooke herself prepared this, another reason why this was somewhat special was because of the marinade itself, made from a special kind of lemon, referred by some as Cuban lemon even though it was believed by others to be a hybrid citrus. In any case, it was a gift from your mom's to Mayor Patricia from a very long time ago, and the fruits' juice gave meats a superb taste, of the kind that one cannot replicate with store bought ingredients.
She knew that this kind of meat was one of your favorite dishes and was hoping to see your reaction. To go with it, she also brought some fresh loaves of bread made in French style, though they weren't baguettes. As for herself, she made a nice, somewhat spicy soup with broccoli, cauliflower and a mix of bell and chili peppers.
But before she could say anything, she immediately detected your absence. Most confusing was that all your clothes seemed to be right there on the couch cushion. She raised an eyebrow and walked back to the dining room to set the tray on the table before coming back.
'What the hell? I don't think he just stripped naked and escaped' She thought, chuckling a little, as she knew you were at times a bit prudish, getting flustered when she walked in on you while changing in gym class, even when you merely had been shirtless, though with her current knowledge, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe that was part of the act, and you had been hiding signs of injury even then.
Brooke walked towards the couch, seeing the pile of your clothes there somehow drew her, she got a gut feeling that she needed to examine them to find out what could possibly have happened to you. With a little hesitation, she picked up your pants, gasping a little in surprise as she noticed that even your boxers were still inside them 'How did he even take these off and leave them like that?' She wondered.
She put them on another cushion and then carefully grabbed your shirt. She couldn't help but blush a little, since she didn't imagine she'd get to touch your clothes like this until you were far more intimate, which wasn't precisely for a lack of trying on her part. Once again, to her surprise, something small tumbled out as she raised it, causing her to toss the shirt aside and completely focus on the mystery thing.
All this time, you had been walking around, having failed to find any clues that would explain what happened or where you were. Suddenly, the booming tremors returned, this time they felt even stronger. Weirdly enough, the nice scent of a freshly made beefy dinner wafted to you, carrying a hint of citrus that you recognized 'Mom's special lemons?! Huh?' You thought, feeling all the more confused.
You didn't get much of a chance to ponder on it, as it felt like your entire world suddenly rose up into the air and tilted over, making you tumble down and fall from an incredible height, only to land face first against a cold, hard glass surface. But surprisingly, you didn't break anything, not even your nose, though the fall did feel like it hurt. The sudden change in illumination blinded you briefly, making you cover your eyes immediately.
"What the...?!" Brooke spotted a very small thing on the coffee table in front of the couch, but it was shaped oddly, unlike any bug she saw before. She crouched to take a better look and gasped when she realized it seemed to be a tiny person. She then almost choked on the air she was breathing once she paid more attention and saw that it wasn't just any random tiny person, but none other than yourself.
"Blaise?!" She uttered in disbelief. In almost any other situation she would've believed that you were merely some odd, custom made toy, but then again, who would bother to make one in your likeness? 'Well... I can actually think of a few people...' She then thought. But any notion of you being some kind of toy was shattered when she saw you covering your eyes, as well as seeing your stomach move a little as you breathed.
'There's no way this is a simple toy' She thought. How she did not faint from seeing something so supernaturally strange is anybody's guess, Brooke herself would probably attribute it to her strong willpower, something that may have been half innate to her and half imparted into her by her mom.
Brooke's voice had that same added booming that Charlotte's had earlier, but it sounded much closer. You were shivering as the air was noticeably chillier outside your cloth imprisonment, which you still didn't realize that it was your own shirt. You turned to the direction Booke's voice came from and slowly uncovered your eyes. What you saw went against all logic and common sense. Your gorgeous, flirty friend stood before you but at a much more massive scale, as if she were some sort of living mountain.
As you looked up, you couldn't help to realize that she was sporting some 'mountains' of her own. You lowered your gaze to her hips and they were mind bogglingly wide, in your scale, it looked like they were miles wide, just as large as the entire surface you were on, which you looked down at and after a few seconds realized that it had an uncanny resemblance to the glass coffee table before the couch in the living room. As absurd as it may have seemed, there was only one answer: You had become incredibly small!
Brooke gently brought her hand, turned upside down to present her palm, closer towards you. Her hand alone looked as large as an entire city block if not bigger, her fingers were each the size of a skyscraper in your scale, and would've looked like some sort of monstrous hydra if they weren't extended. The situation was beyond surreal for both you and her, and for a lack of any better options, you hesitantly climbed onto her hand, the slight wrinkles around the base of her fingers and even the lines of her palms served as decent handholds and footholds for you.
A few minutes later, you were standing right on the middle of her palm, staring up at her in shock and only now you remembered that you were stark naked. You covered your crotch in shame while also hunching forward, trying to minimize the bare skin exposed before her eyes. She giggled cutely in response and slowly brought you closer to her eye.
"Is... is that really you?"
"Y-Yes!" You shouted, as embarrassing as this was, deep down you knew that it was imperative that she knew this was the real you and not some toy, insect or a figment of her imagination.
"How? Did you do this?" She asked with a surprisingly curious look, not the reaction you expected.
"I have no idea! But I didn't do this, there's no way..." You replied, feeling ashamed at the implication but also lacking any credible way to explain it.
"Well... it looks like I'll have to keep you safe until we figure out what's up with that" She smiled, giving you a flirty wink that made you gulp and shudder.
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May 12, 2023
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