Babysitter gone wrong part 3

“What the hell?! Did you do this to me?!”

Jennifer giggled before nodding, standing to her feet. I stood too; although I was a little shorter then she was now. It was odd having to look up slightly at her. I stood there, looking really angry but she just smiled at me. Urgh, I mean she was a really nice person, but what she'd done; how odd I felt right now...everything was just wrong! And her fault to boot!

“Why? Why did you?!”

“Oh, I have my reasons. Look, if it bothers you why don't you go ring your parents and tell them? I'll even back you up.”

I found it odd at what she'd said, but I wasn't going to lose this chance. Immediately I turned away from her, sprinting out of the living room and into the kitchen, though it felt awkward running in my new body. I reached for the phone; only to notice I could barely reach it hanging on the wall. It was up high so only people as tall as my parents could reach it, myself included, but now I couldn't even reach it. Although, I was only a little shorter then Jennifer and she'd no trouble reaching it either...

Hearing her footsteps, I immediately turned around, onyl to be greeted by the sight of her stomach. I looked up; she was huge! Much taller then she was a moment ago. Bending down slightly she smiled, placing a hand on my head and ruffling my new blonde hair.

“What's wrong, little gu...girl? Can't reach the phone?”

“S-Stop it! No, shut up!”

I didn't notice my voice was even higher then it was before, as I placed my hands out and pushed against her stomach. However I couldn't even budge her, instead, she placed her hand against my forehead and pushed me forward as I fell to the ground, onto my rear. For a moment I groaned, before standing up; looking directly ahead I was looking at her waist! How was this possible?! Looking up at her with a fearful expression, she laughed, pushing me over again. I groaned a little louder; standing back up; I was looking at her thighs now. I was scared; everytime she pushed me over I got shorter. I tried getting away, but she took a hold of my arm, pushing me to the ground again. I started crying; a mixture of fear and pain shooting through me as I stood up; I could only see her knees now. In fact, I was finding it a little hard to stand at this point, yet she kicked me down to the floor; gently, really, but I fell nonetheless. As I sat up, I could only look at her shin's as she towered over me now. I began to cry loud, wailing, yet she simply picked me up in her arms and cradled me like a child, placing her hand on my stomach and rubbing it gently.

“There, there, my little Cassandra. Once Bobby's parents get home i'll make sure they know he ran away; so you don't have to worry about a thing.”