Kendra felt her very existence pop and her mind regained a human understanding of the universe around her and she was afraid, small and afraid. It felt so clear and so empty, existing as she was. She was a flesh bag of meat, an amalgamation of complex chemical reactions no different than fire with no other inherent purpose than to claw and rage for fuel just to exist for one more second.
As a literal fuck toy she had true purpose, a designed purpose and fulfilling it had brought joy unknown to anyone else but her. As a soft plastic mouth dick milker she was bliss and it didn’t matter if Gloria had thrown her away right after she used her. Just being used that one time was everything. She needed to turn back. The warmth, the wholeness… SHE NEEDED TO BE USED LIKE AN OBJECT, A CUM DUMP!! SHE WAS A JIZZ TOIL-….. wait a minute. I think therefore I am. She thought therefore she was. Kendra was human. She was human again!
And just like that the teenager’s mind jumped off the existential crisis train and back into normal teen mode. “Ssssaaaaammm!!!” Kendra hissed with female venom that surprised even her.
“Shhuush!” Gloria just fell asleep,” Samantha nodded down from her bed at Gloria who was zzzing away in a sleeping bag next to Kendra on the floor, no doubt drained from the passion experienced earlier. “I made sure she washed you clean, and by the way, I saved your butt if you hadn’t noticed.”
Indeed, thinking about it Sam did save her from a suffocating end by dick, but it was her fault that cock got stuck up Kendra’s throat in the first place. Kendra sent these festering thoughts to Sam in a shadowed glare in the dimness of Sam’s bedroom.
Sam sent her own wide eyed eyebrows raised signal back to remind Ken that if she had just asked about sleeping over or shared the Chronivac with her friends then the whole mess wouldn’t have started.
Well she was right sort of, but Kendra was still salty and she wanted the Chronivac’s remote out of Samantha’s hands. She reached out her hand and made a grabby motion.
Samantha shook her head denying Kendra. She knew the Chronivac was rightfully Ken’s but with the girl being so angry, she didn’t want to think of the repercussions of a magical reality changing remote being used on herself in rage. Sam didn’t want to be, she didn’t know, a dog for example, no opposable thumbs. Or worse, an object like what Ken turned into. Sam shivered at the thought, the story about King Midas turning his son into gold scared her since she was little.
Kendra had crept over to the side of Samantha’s bed ready to take back the remote by force, even if she had to do it in her weakened female form, which she guessed was equal in strength to Samantha's. This wasn't the case as Samantha was weaker than Kendra due to her thinness, so Kendra would still have the upper hand in any physical confrontation with Sam. Unfortunately for Kendra, Sam was already beep booping the remote’s buttons as Kendra was reaching for it.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” Samantha whispered to Kendra as Kendra felt the bedroom around her grow bigger and the remote growing further away, “so chill out for tonight and get some sleep.”
For a moment Kendra was engulfed into her pajamas on the bedroom floor before reality shuffled and boom she was wearing the pjs and not swimming in them. Gaining her bearings, Kendra gasped as she took in her changed point of view. Everything was enormous. The bed was like a sheet cliff above her and the floor seemed to stretch for miles. The only thing that seemed normal sized to her was the shrunken sleeping bag and travel bags next to her. The sleeping breaths from Gloria, now the size of a small mountain, felt like great warm winds pushing firmly against Kendra, forcing her to widen her stance or risk being toppled over.
Kendra let out a squeak as a giant hand picked her and her stuff up off the ground to dizzying heights and softly placed her onto the bedside desk under the dim yellow sun of a lamp. Sam had moved her from the floor to a safer spot, and had opened the desk’s drawer, putting the Chronivac’s remote inside before closing it quietly. Kendra stood there on the desk with her arms crossed showing an annoyed face to Sam who only shrugged and straightened out Ken’s sleeping bag with two fingers before turning off the lamp. Sam ignored Kendra’s damning stare as she closed her eyes and snuggled under her own sheets.
Kendra walked around the desk to cool her head before she herself sat down on her sleeping bag with a thump. She had to resign her plans of getting the Chronivac that night, as from the ruler Sam had on the desk’s top, Kendra found out she was now only three inches tall, like a fairy without wings or a super small doll. Plus the desk had an overhang so it made reaching the drawer impossible much less opening it with her size and now small strength. She knew smaller things can withstand great falls but she didn’t want to test that out by trying and most likely failing to get to the Chronivac. Grabbing a small soft bit of an eraser to use a pillow Kendra wormed into her sleeping bag, and fell asleep surprisingly fast. This must have been due to the mental excitement of the sleepover so far. Her transformation into a girl, Samantha becoming aware, Gloria’s dick debacle, and finishing the day as mini Kendra must have weighed heavily on her tired brain.