The hand withdrew, but Elfie hardly got in a mental sigh as it was almost immediately replaced by a looming billboard of a face.
Christy brought her face close to the shrunken teen and whispered, “Action.”.
Suddenly Elfie found herself able to move once more. She scrambled out from under Christy’s face. Elfie cringed when, because of the closeness, her knee scraped the giant chin. She staggered to her feet and looked about wildly. Everything seemed all distorted.
“How do you like your new size?”, said Christy. She grinned, reached past the much reduced and grabbed something.
Elfie turned her head to find that Christy was now holding the ruler --on end-- beside her. At a glance she could easily see that she was now about the same size as the one foot rule.
“Oh, no!”, she squeaked, “What have you done to me!”
“I’ve decided to let you be the real life dolly who lives in my little house. Won’t that be fun!” With that Christy wrapped her free hand around the stunned doll woman’s waist and carried her to the bed.
Frightened by suddenly finding herself being swept through the air, high above the floor Elfie struggled and squirmed in Christy’s hand. All the strength in her tiny body was no match for the child’s powerful fingers. Her legs were dangling freely below Christy’s hand, and she kicked wildly as she was whisked through the air. “Christy! I’m frightened! Please put me down!”, she called as the young giantess bore her across the room.
Christy was very pleased with the high peeping sound of Elfie’s little doll voice. She also liked the feeling of the warm, firm, little body wiggling and squirming in the palm of her hand. The look of concern on the beautiful little doll’s face and the long, slender legs flailing the air made her feel very strong and something else. For such a young girl, this aroused a curious feeling—a feeling that she had only recently come to recognize. Mischievously, she said “Down? You want down?? I can do that!”
A small shriek escaped Elfie as she suddenly felt Christy’s hand open and she dropped what seemed like several feet. Her cry of panic was cut short as she fell onto one of Christy’s soft, downy pillows. To little Elfie it was like falling onto a stunt man’s air cushion. Even from that small height Elfie sunk a deeply into the soft, yielding mound.
Christy giggled at Elfie’s antics as the miniature baby-sitter struggled to free herself from the pillow. She threw herself onto the bed, to enjoy a closer look.
The surface was so soft and yielding that she wasn’t able to climb up over it. It was a bit like watching a small child struggling out of a large bean bag chair. As she strove to escape the downy prison, Elfie’s short summer dress rode up to expose her lace panties and tiny, rosy buttocks once more.
Christy felt a powerful urge to play with the babysitter’s little mounds. The young girl paused, wondering at the strange feeling. Shrugging, she decided to indulge herself and reached out. But that was when Elfie finally managed to crawl free of the pillow and onto the comforter.
The diminutive Elfie still wobbled awkwardly as her clogs sunk deeply into the thick comforter. Elfie scowled angrily at the huge child stretched out on the bed. Puffing both from the irritation of the big child’s amusement and the effort of extricating herself from the pillow, she began to smooth her clothes and arrange her hair in an effort to preserve some small shred of her dignity. “Very funny...”, muttered Elfie under her breath.
Christy smiled down at the small, disheveled Elfie. “Oooh, poor ickle Elfie!”, she cooed, “Don’t be so cross.” After taking a deep breath Christy released a strong blast of air at the unsuspecting baby-sitter’s feet. A powerful little column of air swirled around the diminutive damsel like a miniature zephyr.
Elfie squeaked and stamped her tiny feet while trying to hold down her flimsy dress as it was lifted past her waist by Christy’s little cyclone. “Oh! You are such a brat!”, she yelled up at the grinning child. Secretly Elfie admitted to herself that it was kind of amusing to have her dress blown up this way. She vaguely remembered a movie where it happened. The whole world was now completely new and different to her. Despite the strange and frightening nature of her condition, she could not resist the urge to explore and experience. Just as she was trying to figure out what she could do to get out of this mess she became aware of motion off to one side. Turning suddenly, she found Christy’s hand moving toward her head. She instinctively tried to duck away from the large finger that began to gently fluff her shoulder length blond hair.
"You have such nice, soft hair.”, whispered Christy as she ran her finger through Elfie’s silky hair. “You’re much prettier than any of my regular dolls.”, Christy continued as her finger brushed against Elfie’s cheek and tickled the side of her neck.
Elfie found herself blushing and giggling at this kind of attention from the young giantess. She’d always been highly ticklish right where the huge finger kept probing. “Heehee…stop…heehee…that…” she giggled. And, with mounting alarm, Elfie remembered another way that her neck was sensitive.
“This is fun.” Christy commented as she kept up her playful attack. No matter where her shrunken babysitter tried to go, she was still trapped on Christy’s bed. Minutes later, with Elfie panting heavily, Christy paused and said “I could do this all day, buuuuuut….
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