Tricked to Treat - Part 04 (Patreon)

Jenna could barely keep her thoughts in her head; her mind was just as much a collapsing mess as her dwindling form beneath her night shirt. She felt the weight of the soft fabric increasing, just as the absurdly dressed woman at her door quickly went from imposing to terrifying.

"Ivana! Ugh, turn me back! I'll put up some d-decorations!" Her pathetic attempt at bargaining became a groan, the only response she got was the sensation of her still-shrinking form.

The witch bent down with the shrinking woman, her finger sinking lower and lower. "Too late for that, sweetie." Ivana watched as the once fitting shirt went from ill-fitting to swallowing the panicking woman.

Jenna's eyes darted about, her neck arched and saw the door handle behind her rise out of reach - would she even be strong enough to close the door if she got inside? She had to try!

Yet her plan did not survive first contact as the hem of her shirt drooped over her feet, and Jenna clumsily stumbled backward, catching her unseen feet on the rim of the doorway. She felt the cool air attack her exposed breasts as the shirt became less and less functional on her. It was an embarrassing display.

"Tsk tsk, Jenna. Trying to escape? What would you even do if you got inside? I think you'd have trouble with... well, just about everything." The witch laughed. "Oh dear, down you go, babe. You know, maybe I'm overdoing it. You're way too small for Halloween now! Unless you fancy being pushed around the neighbourhood in a stroller?"

Jenna's rising terror earned only more laughter from the witch. "No, that sounds like a bit too much effort - but I'm sure I'll think of something while you shrink and shrink... smaller and smaller for me, sweetie."

Ivana laughed, and without each burst of the mocking sound, she seemed to grow.