Not A Toy 115 (Patreon)

Sophie could have laid there for hours.

The night always brought a sense of solitude, and in that darkness the scientist found refuge. Refuge from a world that she felt certain wouldn't see things the way she did, refuge from a veritable horde of people that would twist and pervert her accomplishments. Still, that security was just an illusion - the wishful thinking of a lone woman. Sophie had never had much issue with being on her own, but in the face of what was to come, the notion of company had its appeal.

Spurning such thoughts, the formerly tall women kicked up onto her thighs. An unbidden yawn spilled from her mouth just as she stretched her shorter limbs.

Sophie sighed. "Just tired..." She whispered to herself, trying to dispel looming thoughts just as fatigue reared its head.

Tapping once more into her elation, the woman stretched out her legs, her stomach tightening as she did so. Sophie nearly giggled at the sight; she would have had to sit at the very edge of her sofa to be able to rest her feet!

The redhead smiled at the sight. Her mind noting that she didn't feel her mental faculties had been altered at all by the process, at least as far as she could tell. In fact, the experience felt like a release valve for the stress she had been under.

Sophie's blue eyes fell to the remote that sat on the glass table, almost bounding off the sofa, she came to her knees and reached out her hand. Part of her mind felt like the item was closer than it appeared, given how large it seemed. It wasn't absurdly sized in her grip, but at the same time it seemed enormous... Sophie felt if she had taken several more inches off then her experience would have been altogether more radical. The scientist thought she was at the cusp of feeling truly small but hadn't yet moved beyond that threshold.

The woman pondered that as she felt the weight of the remote in her hand...

No, not tonight. Sophie needn't continue her indulgence just yet.

Heeding her better judgement, Sophie felt the weight of the day finally catching up with her. She could have been swallowed by that couch and easily drifted away to unconsciousness. The thought of her bed was now beyond enticing, and the dwindled redhead set aside the remote and stood to her feet. The nightshirt concealing her figure almost entirely.

It had been a day - and despite what her two guests might say, she didn't consider herself among the wicked and thus needed her rest.