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Kaitlin arrived at work tired as usual. She hated mornings and couldn't get anything done until she had her first full cup of coffee. Of course the line at the Starbucks was out the door so she figured she'd just get some at the office, but for some reason the Keurig machine was missing. Luckily the break room had an old-style coffee maker and all the proper supplies, but unluckily, Ron was there already ahead of her.

Ron was one of those classic nerd types who always look away when caught in the act of ogling. Kaitlin sighed as she stood there waiting for him to get it over with. Of course she did herself no favors by wearing a tight business outfit with a miniskirt and boots. She busied herself reading something meaningless on her phone while he finished getting the coffee ready.

Finally, he finished, but before leaving he turned to her, holding out a cup diplomatically. "Here, I know how much you love this stuff," he told her with a smile. "Cream and one lump, right?"

"Yeah," she replied, faking a smile and taking the coffee, wishing he'd stop trying to be nice to her. Doesn't he know how much I despise him? Oh well, he'll get the hint eventually, she figured, heading to her office. She could almost feel his eyes following her trim behind as she made her way down the hall, and felt very glad to get into her safe little private room and shut the door behind her.

She sat down and sipped the coffee. At least he can do something right, she thought with a sigh, taking another sip as quickly as she could. This is really good stuff!

After a few more sips, Kaitlin started feeling a bit woozy. She stood, trying to avoid falling asleep in her chair, figuring the morning would be much tougher if she let that happen. She paced a few times, feeling tingles running up and down her skin, before finally trying to sit again. That's when she realized the chair was now way too big for her. "What the hell...?" she gasped. "What was in that coffee??"

She moved around the desk. Amazingly, the top was almost at eye level. As she watched in horror, it moved gradually higher and higher, until she found herself looking up at its underside, the nearby chair now taller than herself. "Oh, my God," she muttered. "I'm shrinking!"

She rushed to the door, intending to get help, but found the doorknob now far too high to reach. In her panic she tried moving a chair over and climbing into it, but then couldn't turn the knob. Even as she tried, it grew steadily higher and bigger.

Terrified, Kaitlin shoved the enormous chair back against the desk and climbed up into it. Now she had to jump up to grab hold of the desktop and by the time she pulled herself up, she'd shrank to the size of a doll. She ran to the phone, and desperately tried to use the speaker option to make a call, but couldn't get a dial tone. Just my luck, the phones are broken, she complained to herself, not even thinking about what might otherwise cause such a thing to happen.

Afraid that she'd shrink too small to be found, she grabbed a pen and started writing a desperate plea for help on a nearby Post-It pad. The writing grew steadily smaller as the pen got larger and harder to wield. Finally she could hold it no longer and dropped it on the desk, where it rolled to a stop near her feet. She watched in mute horror as it continued growing until about four times larger than herself. Then, mercifully, it stopped, leaving her about three inches high.

She stood there, caught between relief, dismay and fear, when the door suddenly opened and Ron stepped in. He looked around the floor for a moment, then up to the desk, and caught sight of her horrified little figure before she could even think about hiding.

"Ah, there you are," he chuckled, setting a small jar on the desk next to her, open end facing in her direction. "Let me apologize, my new little pet. It seems I made the coffee a bit too strong this morning..."

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Kaitlin arrived at work tired as usual. She hated mornings and couldn't get anything done until she had her first full cup of coffee. Of course the line at the Starbucks was out the door so she figured she'd just get some at the office, but for some reason the Keurig machine was missing. Luckily the break room had an old-style coffee maker and all the proper supplies, but unluckily, Ron was there already ahead of her.

Ron was one of those classic nerd types who always look away when caught in the act of ogling. Kaitlin sighed as she stood there waiting for him to get it over with. Of course she did herself no favors by wearing a tight business outfit with a miniskirt and boots. She busied herself reading something meaningless on her phone while he finished getting the coffee ready.

Finally, he finished, but before leaving he turned to her, holding out a cup diplomatically. "Here, I know how much you love this stuff," he told her with a smile. "Cream and one lump, right?"

"Yeah," she replied, faking a smile and taking the coffee, wishing he'd stop trying to be nice to her. Doesn't he know how much I despise him? Oh well, he'll get the hint eventually, she figured, heading to her office. She could almost feel his eyes following her trim behind as she made her way down the hall, and felt very glad to get into her safe little private room and shut the door behind her.

She sat down and sipped the coffee. At least he can do something right, she thought with a sigh, taking another sip as quickly as she could. This is really good stuff!

After a few more sips, Kaitlin started feeling a bit woozy. She stood, trying to avoid falling asleep in her chair, figuring the morning would be much tougher if she let that happen. She paced a few times, feeling tingles running up and down her skin, before finally trying to sit again. That's when she realized the chair was now way too big for her. "What the hell...?" she gasped. "What was in that coffee??"

She moved around the desk. Amazingly, the top was almost at eye level. As she watched in horror, it moved gradually higher and higher, until she found herself looking up at its underside, the nearby chair now taller than herself. "Oh, my God," she muttered. "I'm shrinking!"

She rushed to the door, intending to get help, but found the doorknob now far too high to reach. In her panic she tried moving a chair over and climbing into it, but then couldn't turn the knob. Even as she tried, it grew steadily higher and bigger.

Terrified, Kaitlin shoved the enormous chair back against the desk and climbed up into it. Now she had to jump up to grab hold of the desktop and by the time she pulled herself up, she'd shrank to the size of a doll. She ran to the phone, and desperately tried to use the speaker option to make a call, but couldn't get a dial tone. Just my luck, the phones are broken, she complained to herself, not even thinking about what might otherwise cause such a thing to happen.

Afraid that she'd shrink too small to be found, she grabbed a pen and started writing a desperate plea for help on a nearby Post-It pad. The writing grew steadily smaller as the pen got larger and harder to wield. Finally she could hold it no longer and dropped it on the desk, where it rolled to a stop near her feet. She watched in mute horror as it continued growing until about four times larger than herself. Then, mercifully, it stopped, leaving her about three inches high.

She stood there, caught between relief, dismay and fear, when the door suddenly opened and Ron stepped in. He looked around the floor for a moment, then up to the desk, and caught sight of her horrified little figure before she could even think about hiding.

"Ah, there you are," he chuckled, setting a small jar on the desk next to her, open end facing in her direction. "Let me apologize, my new little pet. It seems I made the coffee a bit too strong this morning..."