"I really appreciate the work you've done for me, Miss Sergeyeva," Susan says, turning her hungry eyes away from you for a moment. "There's just one issue I have. Can you make him... oh, I don't know, smaller than this?" She licks her lips down at you, her face the highest expression of mockery. "I mean he's small, but he's still much bigger than I feel he should be. I'll pay you extra."
"Yes, I can definitely do that for you," Olga responds as she turns around. "I thought you might ask this, so I whipped up an extra-concentrated batch of the active ingredient and put it in this dropper. It's not nearly enough to affect a person like you or me aside from maybe tightening your skin a bit, but it's enough to practically drown him. The skin contact alone would drastically reduce his size more, and he's bound to drink some by accident." Olga takes hold of Susan's wrist as she moves the magnifying glass back into position, and begins lowering the dropper towards you. "You can consider this included in the package."
An enormous tube takes its position directly overhead as Olga's fingers guide it, and before you can move she gives it a slight squeeze, discharging its contents. A drop of very harsh-smelling liquid lands on you, engulfing you in its horrible pool. You try to seal your mouth but some still gets in, and by reflex you swallow the mouthful of very bitter compound. Before you can recover it's followed by a second drop, then a third, turning the pool into a moderately-sized pond.
While you try to decide how to deal with this water you get very disoriented. You try swimming towards the nearest shore, but it just seems to get farther and farther away, and while earlier you could touch Susan's palm with the tip of your toes you could now dive down if you wanted; the depth was easily 50 feet and getting deeper.
The two women watch you with utmost satisfaction through their magnifying glasses, adjusting the distance so that they can still keep tabs on you as you shrank. They continue to stretch upwards as your perspective gets smaller, and begin to seem less like gigantic women and more like enormous, immovable spires. When they speak, unless you concentrate their words seemed more like the rumbling of thunder than any human speech.
Susan's hand seems to change, with the gentle low rolls on the heel of her palm rising to become a towering mountain as you dwindled. In the other direction the one finger you could properly see apparently had no end, if that was indeed her finger; it seems wide enough to just be a normal part of the landmass. You try to swim out of your sea consisting of three drops, but your constant shrinking keeps you right in the middle.
There's a mighty crash and you look up to see Susan's eye open - the sound had been her blinking. There's a loud smack as her lips part slightly, and the sound of in-rushing air whips through your ears. Her lips move, accompanied by two low rumbles of thunder when she speaks. You do your best to concentrate and decipher what she says.
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