... Dr. Jekyll realized that was she still getting smaller, and all her work was on the table! Ignoring the neediness between her legs, she took a deep breath and grabbed onto the edge of the table. And as she did, she suddenly found herself dangling as her feet left the ground.
"Come on, come onnn..." muttered Henrietta, managed to heave herself onto the table, still shrinking rapidly. "Ugh... If I wasn't so light already, this would have been a lot harder".
She pressed her thighs together as she continued to dwindle. "Not now! I need to stop this somehow!" She ran to her test tubes, each filled with a different preparation. It was surreal seeing them and her other equipment slowly growing - no, she was the one shrinking, she reminded herself.
What if I shrink away to nothing? The fear of that possibility warred with her body's involuntary arousal as she tried to figure out her next step. Maybe another preparation? But what?
Less than a foot in height, Henrietta Jekyll's shrinking continued past 7 inches tall, 6, 5, 4... That was when she realized she had stopped shrinking. She took a deep breath, trying to control her runaway heartrate.
"I'm... about the size of my test tubes", she said bitterly. "Could be worse. But where did I go wrong?" She wrinkled her nose the way she usually did when thinking hard. "Side effect... arousal. May be useful. May be not".
The tiny, naked doctor climbed onto her handwritten notes, going over them. "Hmm... maybe the mistake was here? Maybe..."
She was interrupted by a booming voice coming from above her - a sudden exclamation that made her jump. "Henrietta? What is the meaning of this?"
Henrietta found herself looking up at the looming form of her supervisor, Dr. Constance Guthrie. In her 60s, with a tidy bun of grey hair, glasses, and a full, heavy figure standing 5'5'', Dr. Guthrie looked utterly terrifying from Henrietta's 4'' viewpoint.
"I- Dr. G-Guthrie! Hello!" stammered Dr. Jekyll. "I was, uh, j-just... working on an experiment..."
"To make yourself smaller?" said her boss, pushing her glasses up on her nose.
"To make... myself bigger", said Dr. Jekyll with a sigh.
"I knew it. I did recommend against your tenure, after all. You always did shoddy work".
"Now wait just a minute..."
"Shush", said Dr. Guthrie, gently nudging Henrietta off her notes. "Let's see... yup, I knew it. Should have used hydroxide instead of peroxide".
"... really?"
"I can fix your silly formula easily. Watch this".
As Dr. Jekyll watched, her boss grabbed a few test tubes and mixed a few preparations into them. "This should fix your problem".
Henrietta's eyes widened. "You're going to return me to my normal size?"
Her boss scoffed. "Who said anything about that?" Before Henrietta could say anything, Constance had downed the new preparation.