Tricked to Treat - Part 03 (Patreon)

Jenna couldn't deny it, couldn't explain it away, and yet she still couldn't understand it. Words failed her as she felt the world stretch away from her.

"You're... I'm..." Came the half formed thoughts.

"Shrinking? Full marks, sweetie, you caught on quicker."

Jenna tried to force that notion away, using all of her mental strength to lift that stone of realization from her mind, and yet the weight grew heavier by the second. As Ivana's finger titled downward, Jenna felt her neckline retreat from her, the cozy shirt now afforded a plunging neckline, her sleeves slowly consumed her arms, her knees vanished beneath the drooping hem, where her shirt had clung to the lines of her figure, now found no purchase on her dwindling form.

"You... you shrunk me?!" Jenna's anger finally outpacing her shock.

Ivana clicked her tongue. "No, still shrinking you."

Jenna took in her surrounds, Ivana was right. She was acutely aware of her diminishing status. "W-Well, stop it right now!" Came her feeble protest.

Ivana just grinned. "You know, I've really fixed your problem, squirt. You're the perfect size for Halloween now. Shall we see if I can find you a perfect little costume? A pretty princess perhaps?"

Jenna watched Ivana loom taller, the insane woman reaching soaring heights compared to her. She was nearly twice her size! "Shut up! Just... stop this! You're insane! C'mon! Stop it!"

Ivana sighed, not moving her finger. "You know, we may not need an outfit already. All I see is a little brat dressed up as some arrogant, too-good-for-Halloween neighbour. Your costume is perfect..."

"Ivana! Shit!" Jenna took in her surrounds; she was still shrinking! "I'm getting too small! Stop it!" Her anger turning to frustrated pleas, her fear swelling inside her shrinking body.

"I'm not in a babysitting mood, kiddo - so from my perspective? You're not small enough."

Jenna realized she was utterly at the mercy of this freak - she had to get escape, while she could still close her own door!