Not A Toy 110 (Patreon)

This was sensational.

Sophie watched in the mirror as the neckline of her shirt inched lower, the outfit lost purchase on her curves, drifting away from her dwindling form. The scientist was so thrilled, she stepped away from the mirror, she didn't want to watch this happen to someone else - not even her own reflection. 

There was a girlish joy to her excitement that she hadn't felt in some time. The redhead's mind drifted to Jenna, who had dwindled out of her own attire and Sophie almost didn't understand how she hadn't found the process fascinating. Yet even Sophie knew that was pure ego talking...

Despite the thrills, her scientific mind could not be so easily placated, and even in spite of herself she was making mental catalogues of the experience: no headaches, nausea, or discomfort - save for a very minor sensation of vertigo, which would likely increase if the reduction took place more suddenly...

Still, even for her, not taking in the wonder of this was difficult. She was getting smaller now... She could feel her dress expanding around her, the sleeves sinking, her own contours no longer ridden by the fabric. The garment that had been loose and comfy on her fully sized form was explicitly so now...

Then, she felt something dance around her head and forehead, Sophie could feel her bun loosening as her red locks collapsed slowly around her and down her neck...

The brilliant scientist could feel the process slowing now, as she took in herself and her surroundings, Sophie Shaw realized she was likely now under five feet tall!