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NEW PROJECT: Stale Meal 2: ROUGH DRAFT

*this story continues right after the original "Stale Meal" please read that first!*

I awoke with the biggest pain on my side and my sight as blurry as can be, what I could feel did not seem like the carpet I fainted on, but more warm, more... fleshy.

"Jessica? You ok?" A loud voice screeched in my ears. The voice sounded familiar... It was my roommate. I was laying on her hand.

I could barely move, neither could I speak very well, my roommate (her name is Sam) had to lower her ear to hear me.

"S-Sam... what the...fuck was in th-that meatloaf?"

She shook her head "It was a gift from one of my ex boyfriends, he was crazy. He always said he wanted to keep me to himself, so I dumped him. The next day he sent me that loaf, I hid it in the fridge, then you moved in and well... looks like he wanted me shrunk!"

I looked down and saw my clothes ripped and a bit of my breast showing, I didn't bother to cover it up. My feet bleeding from the small metal pieces on the rug and dripping blood, my hair all over the place. I looked like a complete reck.

Sam smiled. "Well, we can't just keep you in your condition, little one! I got some doll clothes from Goodwill, they're a bit big on you, but it'll work for now, as well as a nice little bathtub you can soak in. I wont look." Sam always was a happy person, even though I liked that about her, I hated how she tried to brighten up the situation. She took off the little clothes I had left and carried me to the little pink toy bathtub she filled with water. When I was undressed, I realized how comfy her hand was, I rolled over on my stomach, letting my breast feel the warm skin of her hand.

Before she gently placed me in the bath, wich was perfect size for me, and was very relaxing, the wound of my injuries with the rat was starting to patch up, leaving a big ass scar, I got angry by it, but stopped because anger made it hurt worse. I have my normal temper in my little body. I got out of the tub and put on some doll clothes, however the clothes are for dolls about 1 feet tall, so the shirt itself was like a wedding dress to me! I had to roll it up to the point it was about the size of a normal dress. Then it started unrolling again, I groaned as it became a wedding dress again, but then I realized it was still rolled up, and everything around me was getting bigger. I was shrinking again?

"SAM! SAM! IM SHRINKING MORe!" I yelped as I once again got caugh in my shirt as I was shrinking... smaller... and smaller... and smaller... and smaller... shrinking to nothing...

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