At last, Mary found the growth vial. She heaved it out of the box. She couldn't believe that it was only a quarter of her own size when it once would have fit in the palm of her hand.
She sat on the floor Indian-style, wrapping her bare legs around the glass tube and pulled with all her might on the cork. She heard a loud pop and fell onto her back. The vial spilled over her naked body, making her shiver. She quickly shrugged off the reaction, just in time to right the vial before it lost all of its contents. There was still a fifth of the liquid left, but it looked like a gallon to Mary.
The vial was growing as she clutched it. Even with it sitting on the floor, the lip of the vial went up to her waist. She struggled to lift the bottom-heavy cylinder, but eventually resorted to tipping it down very slowly. She lowered herself to the ground as she continued tipping it, and slowly the liquid poured close to the end. She carefully but quickly lapped up as much as she could before the vial itself was too heavy to hold up. When she let it go, it fell the remaining half-inch to the floor. The portion remaining in the vial spilled over her lower body and soaked the carpet.
"I really hope that was enough," Mary said to herself, wondering if skin contact with the potion would had any effect. She walked the length of a football field to the marks she made on the wall and decided to wait it out. She was still shrinking, for the moment. A scant 3 inches and dwindling...