You move to the door, leaping over your pants and running along your pant leg. It takes long enough to get to the door. You have to pause for a moment to collect your breath. You're still scared due to this mysterious shrinking phenomenon, but you feel you need someone to help you.
"Shyanne!" you yell into the crack at the bottom of your door. You continue breathing. "Shyanne!" you yell again. You hear movement from outside the door, as if she kneeled down to hear you. "James?" she asks from the other side. "Are you...?"
"I'm... I'm really small!" you yell, unsure of how to describe your situation. She turns the door handle, but can't open the door. From above, she says, "Hold on! I'm coming in." You hear her walk across the bushes to the side window. It slides open, and the blinds rustle as they are pushed aside. You try hurrying back to your pants, looking to cover yourself behind the legs, but you couldn't possibly make it back in time. Shyanne enters through the window, then walks slowly toward you, seemingly becoming greater and greater in size as she approaches. You hold your hands over your crotch to prevent exposing yourself to your teenage neighbor. She slows to a halt, a fair distance away from you but still close enough to appear like a 100-foot-tall girl. She doesn't kneel for you. She stands at full height, almost as if she's intentionally intimidating you, forcing your knees to shiver.
"Wow," she says with her eyebrows raised. "You are really small." She's almost smiling.
"I-I don't know what happened!" you yell, neck arched back. "Can you help me?!"
Her eyes widen and her mouth opens for a darling smile. "Owwwh!" she voices happily, as if her heart just melted. Her fists touch together near her chest. "You want my help!" She kneels. Her enormous knees spread apart and rest on the carpet in front of you, each kneecap seemingly a house's distance away. Her beautiful thighs expand as they squish onto her forelegs, and straight ahead lands her crotch, clothed by very short jeans. You harden from the incredibly gorgeous and intimidating sight. You breath, and shoot your focus back to her face.
"Y-Yeah!" you say, hiding your erection. She's still smiling sweetly. "I can help you, Jamie. Gosh, you're tiny! Let me just—" Her right hand unclenches and lowers slowly, fingers splaying apart as her palm stares you down. You take a step back, but your knees are too shaky to move any farther. You collapse from sheer pressure. Her two forefingers support your back as her thumb secures your pelvis. She lifts you from the floor. You were trying to keep yourself covered, but the feeling of being lifted from the ground causes you to retract into a ball, with your arms shooting off your crotch to latch onto her thumb. Your hard-on is completely exposed, and she sees it.
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