Tash whimpered as she explored the remains of her breasts and vagina. What had once been perfectly sized objects of affection which she wore with pride had now been literally reduced to little more than exact replicas of what she had in the 5th grade.
The taco and melons, or what was left of them, sat in front of her in a paper bag, safely kept from further harm. Her parents had been excessively confused as to why she had ordered them to stop eating and chopping the foods, respectively, but after she had grabbed them and run up to her room, there was nothing more they could do but think confusedly about what had gotten into their daughter.
Embarrassed and angry and sad all at once, Tash debated talking to her parents about it. She wasn’t sure if they would believe her..... who was she kidding, they wouldn’t believe that “voodoo” food was a real thing. But at the same time, the evidence of her body shrinking was all too clear. She wanted to confront them, but also wanted to be comforted by them. It was their fault that they had made her endure this, but at the same time she wanted someone to confide to and cry.
She briefly thought about doing so with Ben when she would later meet up with him, but the thought caused her to blush.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door.