Dahlia's Day Off

Dahlia sighed, finally dropping into the old wooden chair in her room, swaddled in layers of cozy. She’d stacked herself in a hoodie and flannel sleep pants. A rare day off, a warm mug waiting for her, and for once… peace.

Then it started.

A soft hum in her skin. A creeping fizz up her spine. Her fingers twitched.

“No,” she whispered.

The air thickened. Her pulse raced. That cursed heat flooded her core.
She recognized it instantly.

“No no no no—no! Not again!”

Her body shivered violently as a tingling rush fired through her, like champagne bubbles inside her bloodstream. Her legs bucked, her spine curled—everything felt so tight and loose all at once. Her breath hitched.

She looked down at herself just in time to see the collar of her hoodie start to rise—no, she was sinking. Shrinking. Slipping down further and further inside her outfit.

“What… what’s happening to me? I thought I was free of this damn hex!”

She thrashed, fighting the inevitable, only to cry out as the sensation pulsed again—sharp, warm, wet.

“Ohhh fuuuuck—” she moaned, biting her lip. “Why does it have to feel so good!?”

Her hoodie now loomed over her, a cotton cave slouching under its own weight. Every inch she lost dragged her nerves through pure, tortured pleasure. She could barely breathe. Her skin was buzzing. Her back arched, knees trembling, practically coming undone as she slipped smaller and smaller.

She wasn’t even visible anymore—buried in a pile of her own clothes, somewhere under a hoodie sleeve and the waistband of her now-giant sleep pants.

She was panting. Shaking.

“This hex is ruining my life,” she screamed, voice embarrassingly tiny now. “Twice last week I shrank in public! Once at the gas station… and during that fucking DoorDash run! I gave the guy his pizza and bam! Six inches tall! I had to hide behind a ficus until the guy left his porch!”

She moaned, pressing her thighs together, feeling another aftershock of shrinking echo through her tiny, overstimulated body.

“Ughhh, how small am I this time?” she groaned aloud. “And how long… how long until I grow back? What’s it gonna take to break this goddamn curse?”

She slumped back into the warmth of her oversized hoodie, breath shaky, skin flushed.

"I hate this stupid curse."