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I’m Lissa, and I should’ve known better than to trust Sloanstep-***** when she invited me over with that innocent little ‘Oh, come hang out, it’ll be fun!’ bullshit. She’s all smiles, handing me this glowing, freaky potion like it’s no big deal—‘Drink up,’ she says, smirking. I’m dumb enough to chug it, and next thing I know, the room’s spinning, and I’m shrinking—fast. Suddenly, I’m tiny, barely the size of her thumb, staring up at her giant, grinning face. She scoops me up like I’m nothing, and I’m freaking out, my little voice squeaking as she starts rubbing me against her massive tits. I’m squirming, trapped against her skin, and she’s just laughing like it’s the funniest thing ever. Then she drags me down, sliding me over her wet pussy—oh god, I’m flailing, totally helpless as she uses me like some toy. She’s getting off on it, fucking me while I’m this tiny speck, tossing me around without a care. I’m yelling, she’s cackling, and by the end, she’s just lounging there, smug as hell, probably thinking, ‘This is what you get for trusting me, Lissa.’ Worst. Day. Ever.