I climbed up to the fifth floor of my dorm building, the one and only staircase crowded by a group heading down from the sixth. The lounge was empty, and seeing as it was still early in the morning, most of the doors were closed and quiet.
The one I was interested in was halfway down the hall. I watched as Anne, one of my two best friends, exited her room, shower tote in hand, and crossed the hall to the shared shower space. She noticed me and waved, and I waved back.
By the time I'd made it down to the room, Sola, Anne's roommate and my other best friend, was just getting out of bed, their hair telling the story of a restless sleep. I felt the same way.
"Knock knock," I said, leaning on the doorway. They rubbed their eyes and beckoned for me to come in.
"Hey, I'll be honest, I stayed up way later for this midterm than I was hoping to."
"What'd you decide on doing?"
"I'll show you in a moment. First, let me go get this mess taken care of." They gestured vaguely at their hair and body while grabbing a towel from the post of their bed.
They left the room to head for the bathrooms, and I took a seat at their desk. Their advanced chemistry textbook was still cracked open, turned to a relatively simple page on sweet-smelling esters. Definitely related to their midterm project.
Three cups along the desk held liquids of varying colors. The first, which could easily have been coffee, smelled intensely sweet, while the other two, green and purple, were a little less so.
There was no guessing what the mystery liquids could be, but that was the draw of this midterm--to find a compound that was technically unappealing and make it tolerable. We weren't technically supposed to try them out beforehand, but that was based on an honor system for a class that I was borderline failing, so I spent a good portion of the night trying to make sure mine fit the criteria. I imagined most everyone else had done the same.
But not Sola. I knew they wouldn't. They were too much of a rule follower. It technically wasn't against the rules to have someone else test the flavors, though.
I went for the first cup, the sweet, dark liquid trembling as I picked it up and brought it to my mouth. I had no clue what was inside, but it was terribly sweet, and I almost had to spit it out. I let the taste fade away a little before picking the next drink up. The green liquid had a bit of a fog to it but was flavorless as I took a small sip. That was one way to make something technically bearable, I suppose.
I set it down and set out to reach for the third when I felt my stomach fizz a little. I looked down and realized my legs were shaking, and before I knew it, the fabric of the chair had grown much closer to me than should have been possible. It looked larger.
I glanced back up and realized that somehow, I must have gotten smaller. The world around me was now impossibly large, and even getting off the chair felt like looking down a cliff. How small had I gotten? Four inches? Five?
Shit, I thought, unsure of what to do. Maybe it would wear off. Or maybe Sola had a way of bringing me back to normal size. Did Sola even know about this? What chemicals had they put in the drink?
The door to their dorm room opened, and Sola appeared, hair drenched and body wrapped in their towel. A look of confusion was immediately present on their face. "Are you still in here?"
"Down here!" I said. Well, practically yelled. Still, they must not have heard me, because they went to look around the other side of their bed. They leaned over slightly to check underneath, almost dropping a boob out of the towel, but catching it in time. Then, after deciding I had gone, they approached the chair I was sitting in and looked down at their phone to see if I had messaged.
From this angle, they were massive. I was at thigh height standing on the chair, which glistened from their recent shower. If only they would look down at the chair, they would see me desperately trying to grab their attention.
"Hmm." Confused, they spun the chair a little and began to take a seat. At the very last second, I realized I would be smashed under the weight of their ass, and ran to avoid it, but inevitably ended up pressed between their cheeks. I was looking straight at their asshole, which was as large as my head and way too close for comfort.
"What the fuck?!" they yelled, immediately getting up. I came with them, pressed more tightly between their ass. They reached down for me and removed me, their alarmed face immediately switching to confusion. "Oh my God. What happened? Why are you--"
