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Chelsea paused and sucked in a deep breath before knocking on the door. She didn't like coming here, but had little choice in the matter, if she wanted to keep looking fit and trim. Oh, she could always exercise and watch her diet, but who had time for that, what with all the social events around campus? Plus she just had to look her best for Spring Break!

She knocked tentatively, and then getting no immediate response, banged harder. "Coming!" called out a voice from within, and a moment later the door opened to reveal Damon standing there, dressed shabbily as always, his hair messy and unkempt. He probably hadn't showered for at least three days, Chelsea mused disgustedly.

"Oh, it's you," Damon said with a leering smile, letting his gaze travel appreciatively (and unabashedly) all around her petite figure, while she just scowled in annoyance. Of course, it didn't help that she'd worn an eye-catching outfit consisting of pink boots and halter top over a skimpy denim miniskirt, but getting decked out like this was nothing new. Like most of her sorority sisters, she dressed this way whenever possible, the better to attract the eye of cute fraterninty boys...but showing off for Damon wasn't her intent. Still, she had to admit, while his unwanted attention made her feel somewhat dirty, she'd finagled her good looks into a price discount more than once already, so she forced herself to put up with it.

"Well, don't just stand there, come on in," he said after a moment, licking his lips absently at the sight of his lovely visitor. "I guess you're ready for your special order now, huh?"

"Yes, please," sighed Chelsea. She hated having to visit the nerdy alchemist, but prices everywhere else were beyond affordable. Dealing in black market potions was always risky, but Damon (though just a second-year student) proved highly skilled, and hadn't disappointed her yet. She just had to get past his leering stares and lack of social graces, but she considered herself adaptable enough to stand him for short periods.

He shuffled around in his supplies before emerging with a small bottle marked "Reducing Formula," the same as always. He smiled at her as he put out a hand for the cash. She handed her hard-earned funds over without question and took the container, deftly avoiding letting his fingers touch hers in the process. "This is enough to last me for all of Spring Break, right?" she asked doubtfully, for the amount of liquid didn't appear to be any more than usual.

"Yes, of course," he replied, moving off into his poorly maintained apartment, obviously eager to stash his money somewhere before she might change her mind. "I made a concentrated version just like you asked. Drink up, and it'll last at least a week, most likely two."

"Oh, good," she said hopefully, downing the potion in a quick flash. "I don't want it wearing off while I'm at the beach or something. Thanks, Damon, and see you when I get back."

"Sure thing, babe," his voice called out from somewhere in back. "See you soon."

"Bye," she answered, turning to set the bottle down and get out of there as quickly as she could, her mind already starting to think about what she might've forgotten to pack for the trip. However, before she could so much as lift her arm, she suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed to the floor. In a daze, she fixed her eyes on the wood grain beneath her hands, which seemed to grow larger and larger as she watched...

The strange feeling faded a moment later and she blinked and looked up. To her horror she found herself looking at the side of the fallen potion bottle, now bigger than herself. Her gaze moved out to the now colossal apartment, now grown to immense proportions. She knew immediately what had happened, for she'd heard whispered stories about such things, but never thought she'd have to endure the experience.

"Oh, no!" her tiny voice squeaked. "The potion shrank me...!"

Suddenly the floor shook underneath her as huge footsteps sounded in the distance, growing steadily closer. In a blind panic she ran, knowing it would be Damon, now a giant, coming back into the room. She instinctively knew what would happen if he found her like this, reduced to just a few inches tall. In her desperate flight across the wide expanse of floor, she thought about nothing other than escaping his terrible grasp.

Gasping for breath, she cowered in the gap between a wide table leg and a dusty, cobweb-covered surge protector. Behind her, the towering form of Damon stomped into the room and spotted the fallen container. He leaned over to collect it, his massive hand coming far too close for comfort. Chelsea only barely managed to cry out in terror as she felt the wind of his arm passing close by.

"Couldn't even be bothered to put this on the table," sighed the giant. "Typical. Funny, I didn't hear the door shut...oh well, back to work."

She gasped in relief as he moved off, further back into the apartment. She'd escaped him, for now...but then the terrible truth began to settle in. The potion was supposed to work for up to two weeks! That meant two weeks of hiding here, in this filthy place, having to sneak around, scrabbling for food and water, all while missing Spring Break...and if the worst happened, and Damon found her, what would happen to her then...?

"I'm not going to cry," she whispered to herself. "I'm strong and adaptible and I'll get through this. I won't cry..."

Of course, she did so anyway.

* * * * *

Further back in the apartment, Damon risked peering out, seeing if he might catch a glimpse of his minuscule new houseguest. He saw nothing, at least for now--she remained hidden from view for the moment, probaby crying or praying or whatever she thought necessary to get over the shock of being cut down to size.

He'd already decided to grant her a little time--a breaking-in period, if you will--to get used to what happened. Knowing what he did about Chelsea, he expected her to adapt fairly readily to her new stature, and settle into a routine of hiding and foraging when she thought he couldn't see. He had no problem letting her have her little adaptation time, but after that, all bets were off. He'd pretend, at least at first, to be unaware of her, at least for the first day or two, while he had fun watching on his cameras to keep track of her movements. He had plenty of time to enjoy this, since she'd be tiny for quite a while. First he'd let her get overconfident, and then...

Well, then the hunt would begin.

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Chelsea paused and sucked in a deep breath before knocking on the door. She didn't like coming here, but had little choice in the matter, if she wanted to keep looking fit and trim. Oh, she could always exercise and watch her diet, but who had time for that, what with all the social events around campus? Plus she just had to look her best for Spring Break!

She knocked tentatively, and then getting no immediate response, banged harder. "Coming!" called out a voice from within, and a moment later the door opened to reveal Damon standing there, dressed shabbily as always, his hair messy and unkempt. He probably hadn't showered for at least three days, Chelsea mused disgustedly.

"Oh, it's you," Damon said with a leering smile, letting his gaze travel appreciatively (and unabashedly) all around her petite figure, while she just scowled in annoyance. Of course, it didn't help that she'd worn an eye-catching outfit consisting of pink boots and halter top over a skimpy denim miniskirt, but getting decked out like this was nothing new. Like most of her sorority sisters, she dressed this way whenever possible, the better to attract the eye of cute fraterninty boys...but showing off for Damon wasn't her intent. Still, she had to admit, while his unwanted attention made her feel somewhat dirty, she'd finagled her good looks into a price discount more than once already, so she forced herself to put up with it.

"Well, don't just stand there, come on in," he said after a moment, licking his lips absently at the sight of his lovely visitor. "I guess you're ready for your special order now, huh?"

"Yes, please," sighed Chelsea. She hated having to visit the nerdy alchemist, but prices everywhere else were beyond affordable. Dealing in black market potions was always risky, but Damon (though just a second-year student) proved highly skilled, and hadn't disappointed her yet. She just had to get past his leering stares and lack of social graces, but she considered herself adaptable enough to stand him for short periods.

He shuffled around in his supplies before emerging with a small bottle marked "Reducing Formula," the same as always. He smiled at her as he put out a hand for the cash. She handed her hard-earned funds over without question and took the container, deftly avoiding letting his fingers touch hers in the process. "This is enough to last me for all of Spring Break, right?" she asked doubtfully, for the amount of liquid didn't appear to be any more than usual.

"Yes, of course," he replied, moving off into his poorly maintained apartment, obviously eager to stash his money somewhere before she might change her mind. "I made a concentrated version just like you asked. Drink up, and it'll last at least a week, most likely two."

"Oh, good," she said hopefully, downing the potion in a quick flash. "I don't want it wearing off while I'm at the beach or something. Thanks, Damon, and see you when I get back."

"Sure thing, babe," his voice called out from somewhere in back. "See you soon."

"Bye," she answered, turning to set the bottle down and get out of there as quickly as she could, her mind already starting to think about what she might've forgotten to pack for the trip. However, before she could so much as lift her arm, she suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed to the floor. In a daze, she fixed her eyes on the wood grain beneath her hands, which seemed to grow larger and larger as she watched...

The strange feeling faded a moment later and she blinked and looked up. To her horror she found herself looking at the side of the fallen potion bottle, now bigger than herself. Her gaze moved out to the now colossal apartment, now grown to immense proportions. She knew immediately what had happened, for she'd heard whispered stories about such things, but never thought she'd have to endure the experience.

"Oh, no!" her tiny voice squeaked. "The potion shrank me...!"

Suddenly the floor shook underneath her as huge footsteps sounded in the distance, growing steadily closer. In a blind panic she ran, knowing it would be Damon, now a giant, coming back into the room. She instinctively knew what would happen if he found her like this, reduced to just a few inches tall. In her desperate flight across the wide expanse of floor, she thought about nothing other than escaping his terrible grasp.

Gasping for breath, she cowered in the gap between a wide table leg and a dusty, cobweb-covered surge protector. Behind her, the towering form of Damon stomped into the room and spotted the fallen container. He leaned over to collect it, his massive hand coming far too close for comfort. Chelsea only barely managed to cry out in terror as she felt the wind of his arm passing close by.

"Couldn't even be bothered to put this on the table," sighed the giant. "Typical. Funny, I didn't hear the door shut...oh well, back to work."

She gasped in relief as he moved off, further back into the apartment. She'd escaped him, for now...but then the terrible truth began to settle in. The potion was supposed to work for up to two weeks! That meant two weeks of hiding here, in this filthy place, having to sneak around, scrabbling for food and water, all while missing Spring Break...and if the worst happened, and Damon found her, what would happen to her then...?

"I'm not going to cry," she whispered to herself. "I'm strong and adaptible and I'll get through this. I won't cry..."

Of course, she did so anyway.

* * * * *

Further back in the apartment, Damon risked peering out, seeing if he might catch a glimpse of his minuscule new houseguest. He saw nothing, at least for now--she remained hidden from view for the moment, probaby crying or praying or whatever she thought necessary to get over the shock of being cut down to size.

He'd already decided to grant her a little time--a breaking-in period, if you will--to get used to what happened. Knowing what he did about Chelsea, he expected her to adapt fairly readily to her new stature, and settle into a routine of hiding and foraging when she thought he couldn't see. He had no problem letting her have her little adaptation time, but after that, all bets were off. He'd pretend, at least at first, to be unaware of her, at least for the first day or two, while he had fun watching on his cameras to keep track of her movements. He had plenty of time to enjoy this, since she'd be tiny for quite a while. First he'd let her get overconfident, and then...

Well, then the hunt would begin.