Finding Herself

Natalie slipped down; every follicle of her body stood on end despite the balmy heat in her hotel room. The young woman standing before her shifted, her right-hand shifting Natalie's chair slightly as she leered down at her.

"Diana, this isn't funny." She said, feeling her mouth crack as she spoke. Her tongue drying with each sharp breath.

The younger woman’s face was a steady, mysterious smile. Natalie could see bare skin between her white nylons and the plaid skirt. Her blouse was fitted, short sleeves revealing her Asiatic dragon tattoo. When she’d arrived to her suite this morning, Natalie had thought it was immature and slutty. A paltry attempt to catch Henry’s eye. 

Tilting her head to the left, Diana giggled. Natalie wincing as a shock of reddish-brown hair slid off her shoulder, momentarily covering the suddenly intimidating dragon tattoo. She twisted her arm, inching the strange wand ever closer to her belly. "Now why would this be funny?" Her voice singing in the quiet afternoon stillness. "This IS a big step for us."

The brunette cringed, her teeth grinding.  Squinting her eyes she felt her breathing quicken as the bizarre pulse gently kneaded her stomach despite the wand still being an inch or two awayf from her dress. "Diana... there is no US." Forcing herself to relax she looked back into Diana's eyes. "Now quit this silly game, if you leave now I promise you'll be paid." The younger woman ran her tongue along the inside of her lips, breaking into a wry smirk. "An...and I won't press charges?"

Diana burst into laughter, lifting her hand from the arm of her chair, leaving one nylon clad knee pressed between her own thighs. "Aww sweetie, that's very nice but completely unnecessary."

The amber light at the tip of the wand began to build, and with a flourish, she ran the wand through her fingers before plunging it into Natalie's belly. "Zsugorodó Baba!"

Natalie's vision washed out, involuntarily, she moaned. Every muscle in her body suddenly relaxing despite herself.

Her cheeks flushing, she watched the room slowly starting to spin. Her hair fanning out over her head as her feet creaked.

She watched as the chair seemed to come alive, the arms beginning to rise, lifting her arms with it. Her jaw fell open into a silent scream as her feet lifted as well. The hem of her dress being dragged towards the edge of her seat.

"I'm...."

Diana sneered, pointing the tip of the wand towards Natalie. "Shrinking." Beaming she reached over Natalie's head, setting the wand on the desk. "And you're dwindling FAST, too."

The diminishing actress' mouth opened again, but Diana's free hand clamped down. Her fingers felt huge, spreading across her cheeks and wrapping about her head. "Hush. Plenty of time to discuss your new role later."

Natalie batted at Diana's hand, the only sound she could process was her pulse raging in her ears. Each strike making it beat faster and faster, she could SEE her tormentors arm expanding, feel delicate powerful fingers lengthen and thicken about her skull until the pinky rested against Natalie's collar bone.

Diana's other hand slipped under Natalie's torso, and to her shock, fingers began curling around her now tiny frame.

Rather roughly, Natalie began rising, the world a blur as Diana began carrying her through the alien world that had been her hotel suite.

Moaning, Natalie pressed against her restraint, seeing Diana's skin Blanche slightly at her touch. Feeling Diana's pulse quicken.

Before she knew what was happening, she found herself face down on her now stadium sized bed.

Diana's hands loosened, and suddenly Natalie felt her arms being yanked behind her back. Diana's hand pinched her arms back, struggling just made Natalie's arms scream.

Warm fabric was looped quickly about her wrists, then carefully threaded around her hips, belly, bust and shoulders. Wriggling only tightened the material, but she forced herself to keep fighting. Her ankles were pulled tight as Diana restrained them, and her unintelligible protests were cut off by a thicker strip of fabric wrenched taught under her nose.

Quick as it started, Diana stood. Natalie's fear rising with each degree she had to tilt her head to meet the young giant's gaze.

With a giggle, Diana reached down, poking Natalie in the nose. The doll sized woman curled down, cringing as her helplessness set in. Clenching her eyes shut, she began pushing and pulling her arms in an attempt to free her limbs. A dark shadow slipped away, and opening one eye she followed Diana’s enormous body out of the room. 

The bathroom door shut, leaving Natalie alone to examine her surroundings. The little brunette’s legs began to shake, the once soft duvet felt like the skin of a ray to her now far smaller legs. Looking to the far end of the bed, she could see a bedside lamp. ‘Might be bigger than I am at the moment.’ She thought to herself. 

She heard the bathroom door reopen, and she clenched her eyes shut, frowning into her thick white gag. ‘Just don’t give her any satisfaction, focus on getting out of here. The director will send someone when I don’t show up to set…’ The thought of Diana being caught caused a smile, weak and anxious it may be. The mattress shifted, Natalie wobbled nearly crashing to the thick material below her. On instinct, her arms tensed trying desperately to catch herself. Each shoulder groaning, the silk nylon binding her arms wrenching her hands behind her back. 

“Oops, sorry squirt. I forgot you were here.”

Her throat ached, and her teeth gripped into the silken thread holding her mouth shut. Her eye’s bulged as she saw her phone in Diana’s hand. “Alright, let’s make you a legend!” 

Natalie whimpered, thrashing against the cords binding her limbs. Diana scrolled through her photo gallery, settling on a photo she and Jenna had taken on their excursion to the hills outside Auckland. A brilliant panorama of a deep valley with a sunburst breaking through the tree’s. 

“Let’s see… ‘It’s a big beautiful world out here. Time to live in it for the first time! Kthxbye!’…huh” She said, letting her fingers dart across the keyboard along the bottom of the screen. “People’d probably catch on that you weren’t the one writing that with the last part would they.” She said, looking over her shoulder. Her angled face nearly set upon the body of her dragon tattoo, her hair obscuring the markings original face. “Yeah, I’ll delete that.”

Natalie screamed into her gag as Diana hit send. She carefully wiped the screen with a cleaning cloth and laid the phone on her desk. Opening her backpack, the teen, set it beside the miniature woman. “The fun part is, no one will ever know. I came to work with this bag, I’m leaving with the bag. Absolutely no one will ever catch me.” 

Natalie’s eye’s began to water as the co-ed pinched her shoulders. She was lifted from the mattress top, then slowly lowered into her former assistants yawning backpack. She felt the cords digging into her wrists as she tried to avoid the cavernous nylon bag, but it was no use. The pack rumbled and scraped as Diana zipped up her new prison. Staring into Diana’s cruel smirk until she was plunged into darkness.