Tricked & Treated 11

Sophie's world had gone dark.

She tried to steady herself, to flee, to get help from her previously short friend but everything had happened so fast. Had she seen that horrid green light again? She couldn't be sure. She heard padded footsteps, was Maisie running? She came to her senses as she realized she had fallen over, her behind pressed into the humiliating garment that encased her hips.

Suddenly her mind jolted back to her senses. She had to get out of here! The girl fumbled with the hat, which was proving more difficult than expected when suddenly light began to break through the 'shell' that was the only remaining part of her Halloween costume. 

The hat's brim was peeled back, and a voice spoke softly, firmly. "Hello, little one."

It was Lia. She was enormous!

Sophie's legs kicked up and the witch took hold of the red hat and easily set it aside. Light washed over Sophie and the girl screamed. Not only Lia, everything - everything was so huge!

Lia tutted. "C'mon, now, don't be so fussy..." She said, her voice dripping with condescension.

Sophie couldn't believe it. She tried to scramble away, panicking, flailing, but only shuffled into the wall behind her. She was trapped! The giant woman easily broke through the flailing limbs and took hold under her arms.

"No! No! No! Hey! Let go!" Sophie shrieked.

Lia just smiled. "Up we go!" 

Sophie's stomached lurched as her world blurred for a moment, she felt her legs sink away as she was lifted almost effortlessly into the air! The girl had been nearly five foot ten just moments ago and now she was being carried into the air like she was a... a...

"There's my little baby." Lia said, she spoke with the cadence and tone of a mother yet there was no affection in it. "That outfit suits you much better now." The witch flexed her fingers along Sophie's form, admiring her handiwork.

Sophie's legs kicked wildly, she tried to force herself from this humiliating grip and yet for all her defiance, Lia barely seemed to register it. The blonde's efforts were utterly futile, had her strength been reduced along with her size?

Lia held her aloft, the diaper crinkling as the shrunken college student struggled and fought against her captor - yet the witch would sooner call it 'fidgeting and fussing'.

The witch regarded her prize, holding her so the two were basically eye to eye. "I think that's just small enough... for now."

"J-j-just put me down!" Sophie swallowed her pride. "Please!" She was sounding more desperate by the second.

"Aww." Lia said, sickly sweet. "What happened to the witty girl who insulted me at my front door? You're far less witty now, Sophie, and far more 'widdle'." The witch said, snickering at her own joke.

Sophie whimpered, grunted, struggled, it was all she could do - trapped as she was. "You're so grumpy. Did someone not get enough sleep last night? Let's get you settled first. 'Mummy' has a few things to take care of before your bedtime."

Sophie's face was a mask of misery, rage, humiliation. "'Mummy'?! 'Bedtime'!?"

Lia cackled. "Such big words for a baby... Now, what's next..." The witch brought the girl closer, setting her at her hip as she turned to face her living room. She decided it was time for some minor redecorating...