Tricked & Treated Part 12

Things were only getting worse.

Sophie struggled but was reminded of the futility as she felt her shrunken form repositioned in the witch's arms. No longer held beneath her arms, she felt her smaller body set almost at Lia's hips - reiterating how infantile the grown woman had become. Her legs were spread, pressed into the older woman's figure. The shrunken blonde felt her body tense as a seemingly large hand supported her rear end, pressing the humiliating garment against her skin. Her legs kicked, and for a moment her struggling through her off balance, feeling for a moment she'd tumble backwards. Despite her demands to be put down, her instincts kicked in and a hand snapped forward, taking hold of the Lia's collar. Yet Sophie could feel the fabric was not overly stretched by this action, as she worried again that her strength had been proportionately sapped by her reduction.

Lia looked at the formerly uppity Sophie for a moment as she turned, teasing the tiny woman by holding the wand near her. The blonde moved her free hand towards the trinket, hoping that perhaps she might be able to reverse this nightmare if she could take the wand from the insane woman. 

The witch just tutted. "Ah-ah. Thats not a toy, sweetie."

Sophie shrieked. "S-stop talking to me like that!" She yelped, however, the anger in her voice was quickly draining away.

Lia ignored her words. "You sound a little put out, darling. Let's find somewhere for you to calm down." Her hand flicked forward, and an amber light streaked from its tip, whirling across the room as the shining light cast its glow over the house - the house that had been so innocuous before, was quickly becoming a nightmarish landscape. Sophie's mind was filled with fear at the arcane display and tried to crane her neck to ascertain what was happening. The spell struck an idle piece of furniture, and in a flash of light it was replaced, altered, transformed? Who could say.

There now instead was playpen with metal slats that rose high around a small, square enclosure. Sophie was so caught up in her terror, she barely paid another glance towards the fleeing Maisie, yet Lia's eyes darted towards the brunette.

"Don't pay any attention to her, sweetie. I don't want her bad behaviour to rub off on you. I'll deal with her in a moment. See what I made for you?" Lia put her other hand on Sophie's body, smiling proudly at her craft - the scaling down of others had always been a favourite trick of hers. 

Sophie arced her neck and saw what the spell had done. She screamed as Lia began moving towards it. "What?! No-no-no! Don't put me in there, please!" Her demands had turned to pleas as her voice grew even more pathetic. Her body struggled, kicked - she could feel her delicately styled hair beginning to fall free in her frantic flailing.

"Sweetie." She said firmly. "You're going to tire yourself out if you keep up like this." Utterly uncaring towards the genuine fear and struggle of her little captive.

Screaming. Kicking. Flailing. Yet all the while trying not to fall the seemingly large distance to the hard floor. It was all Sophie could do as she was easily carried towards the childish prison that awaited her.