Tricked & Treated Part 17

Maisie's mind was racing. Her heart was beating. 

What could she do? She was tiny - yet as she flailed desperately for the out of reach handle, she noticed that it didn't seem to be rising any higher! Even in the midst of this insanity, that was something. 

Think! Think Think!

Maisie heard the shrieks and protests of the shrunken Sophie echoing behind her, which spurred the brunette into action. Her eyes landed on the impossibly large door, staring at the inset windows for a moment before realizing - they could almost function as a ladder at her size!

She shifted her body and kicked one of her legs upwards, planting a foothold as she stretched her infantile sized form upwards, her hand able to reach the second 'rung' of this makeshift ladder! The college student tried to ignore the loud crinkle that punctuated her movement and was quietly grateful that the diaper allowed such a movement - by her reckoning, she still didn't have time to remove the garment. With her fingers and toes planted as deep as they could, she grunted and utilized all the upper body strength she could. The girl was most concerned for her toes, encased as they were in the ridiculous socks.

She was fuelled by adrenaline, and almost gasped with excitement as she felt herself rising, and quickly shot out her limbs to find footing. The diapered Maisie had done it! 

Wasting no time, she shuffled slightly to her right, the door handle was much closer now! If she could just pull down on the handle, she'd be free! Yet even with her little feat of athletics, she realized the latch was still quite far from her. She readjusted her position, knowing she'd need to lose one of her grips in order to execute this plan.

Nervously, her arm struck for the handle, her muscles straining...

And her fingers felt the cool surface against them! Yes! She'd done it!

The fingers grazed against the handle and winced, as wrapping her grip around it would be difficult, but she just needed to get a good position and...

Her body was already beginning to ache, she could feel her left arm stinging with the effort of keeping body on this makeshift ladder. She still wasn't close enough, she lifted one leg to try and give herself a slight lift...

Two fingers and a thumb took hold as she tried to leverage herself... desperately she tried to pull down with her meagre grip as it was and found the handle difficult to move!

She could feel it budge; she could tell it wasn't locked, but she didn't have enough force! What was happening?!

Her body was now sore, rebelling against her little display of athletics. A part of mind questioned that; this was straining but she was more fit than this! Then, she realized... combining the aching with how little the door handle was moving - had she become weaker as well as smaller?!

Her feeble, three fingered grip wasn't going to be enough! What could she do?!

The shrunken woman realized she might have to put her entire body weight into it! Yes! If she could maybe hang off the door, then surely that would be enough strength to open it!

However, just as Maisie readied herself for such a feat...

Footsteps.

Getting closer...

No-no-no-no...

Maisie gasped as she realized, it was her! It was Lia!

In her panic, Maisie felt one of her socks finally betray her and slip, her arm retreated from the handle, not willing to surrender her accomplishment.

Lia came to stand before the tiny brunette, drinking in the sight. "Well now, does my 'widdle baby' need some help?" Her voice was soaked in condescension. 

All the shrunken woman could do was scream.