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I step into the room and close the door behind me. The walls, floor, tub, carpet, clothes and towels and faucets all bear the same deep purple color. It even matches the robe I'm wearing. It gives the place a strange look and changes my skin to a weird blueish complexion. The tub before me is already full with reduction potion and ready to accept my body. I open the robe and let it slide to the floor at my feet before reaching to the side of the bath. There, I find a recorder leaning against the rim and breathe deeply twice before I start recording myself.


"Hello and welcome to Zero Gravity Spas. My name is Nicole and it is a great pleasure for me to welcome you to our installations today. We sure hope you have a wonderful experience here at Zero Gravity Spas and we will do everything in our power to meet your every needs. Before we get started, let us go through a quick setup and some security rules first. First ; be sure to use the lever outside the bathtub to adjust the height of the seat inside the tub. Markings that match your own height indicate which setting will most likely be more enjoyable for you." I click my own lever down to match my size and stand up again. "Then ; be sure to remember the safe word our employees advised you to use in case there is an emergency. Using magic when one's body has been physically altered can be a surprisingly exhausting task. Let us assist you if you need any help, or if you find yourself stuck in a compromising situation. Last but not least ; our concoctions produce astounding modification on the human body, but these are not to be feared. Let it engulf you and enjoy the experience as much as you can. From every member of the team here at Zero Gravity Spas, we thank you for trusting us."


I click the recorder again and relax, forcing myself to breathe normally. I wipe the sides of my mouth and massage my jaw. I can already feel it jam from speaking so fancily. A shiver runs on my skin as I've been standing like a duck without any clothes on. I start recording again. My voice sounds smoother, I try to go for a yoga-teacher feel and slack the flight-attendant-explaining-security-mesures-in-case-we-crash voice :


"Thank you for chosing Zero Gravity Spas. I will be here along your reduction in the bathtub to guide you to complete relaxation and, perhaps, give you intringuing tips and tricks to enhance your experience. If you do not wish to hear me during your session, you may turn off this recording by pressing the button to the left of the faucet." Short pause. "Our spas are designed to shrink your limbs progressively from the tips of your fingers and toes to your shoulders and hips in a nice and gradual way in around 15 minutes, which will be followed by a relaxation period of 30 minutes. This should give you enough time to enjoy the process, and experiment with me along the way if you so wish. Finally, it is not necessary for the entire limbs to be submerged for the potion to work since the spell mainly enters the body through the torso and so, do not hesitate to raise any limb above the water level during the shrinking period. Let us get started."


Like always, the potion isn't hot or cold, but rather seems to be the exact same temperature as my skin. It sloshes faintly when I lower myself into the fluid and I find the adjusted seat. When I lay my head on the headrest, the potion barely covers my shoulders.


"Can you feel tingles already running through your body? This confirms that our concoction is already working. Now, empty your mind and listen to my voice. Since I will describe what is happening inside my own body, let me guide and take my voice as if it were your internal self speaking." I take another deep breath and keep on talking, changing my tone again to add a spoonful of awe to my speech, as if I'm experiencing the spell for the first time. "The tip of my fingers and toes itch but it's not unpleasant. It feels like my skin is painlessly being sanded away by an invisible tool. I raise my hand to eye level to contemplate my nails and find that they're slowly vanishing along with my flesh. I lean forward to fiddle with my toes but half of them are nearly gone. Moving them create almost no effect with so many missing phalanges. When I flex my feet, it gives them an alien look, like how the paws on a stuffed toy never bear any fingers. I spread my toes and stick a finger between them, then rub their extremities with my thumb. The contact between the two soft extremities is eerie to the touch."

"With my attention back on my hands, I notice I am also left with only one phalanx on each finger. I try to clench my fists but my fingers only fold faintly over my palms. It feels like my arms have lost strength and size already to match my hands' new limits. My biceps seem smaller, my forearms more slender. I lower my hands to my thighs and squeeze hard, but the frail grasp they offer cannot pinch my skin like I used to. I run my hands up from there, along my belly and onto my breasts. Even if they aren't that big, I can no longer cup them entirely like I would with fingers. The unfamiliar feeling of my hands on my body makes me shiver. "

"Now, what remains of my hands and feet are lumps of flesh. I can still bend them to some extent, but their use is definitely limited. On the back side of my hands, I notice missing tendons and ligaments that used to activate muscles in my fingers but since the latter are gone, they vanished as well. I anchor my feet to the bottom of the tub and slowly try to stand up but my lack of toes make this almost impossible. I keep tipping forward without the support to keep me upright."

"As I sit down again, I feel my palms together. From my wrist, they briefly get wider before coming to an end, giving me a funny crab-like look." I giggle softly. "Because I still have wrist, for now, I can still reach for the washcloth on my left, but I need both of them because I can't quite fold them completely in two. As the last bits of my hands disappear completely, the cloth sheathes my empty forearms and hides the round ends of my arms. I gently let it slide beside the tub."

I reach for my forehead and instinctively run my arm through my hair. "Now is the first time I feel I've changed since I've stepped into the potion. With my heels and wrists gone, It's like I've stuck my hands and feet into cardboard tubes. I move my arms around in the water and find that my shoulders are needed a lot more now that I'm handless. I channel my movements through them instead of my biceps. My short arms offer little to no drag compared to open hands and I'm sure I would have a hard time swimming like this, not that my legs would be of any help, either. They feel a lot stiffer without ankles, too. They look too long for my body, like crooked twigs attached to my pelvis. I fold the last bit of calves I have left beneath me.

"The new geometry of my upper limbs also make it trickier for me to reach my face. If I try to touch my nose or fix my hair, my elbows point upwards so high it exposes my armpits. I rub my eyes to try and chase away the sleepiness that is slowly getting over me. Again, the feeling of touch on the reduced tips of my arms is invigoratingly new and I keep inspecting my face. I could reach my chin only seconds ago, but now my forearms can only make it to my forehead."

"When I can no longer feel my elbows, I lower my arms into the potion again. At this point, the side of the bathtub opens like a door. The potion stays still, as if made of jell-o, and I feel the urge to step outside to try and move around, but this is not in any way mandatory." That last part is mostly addressed to clients already accustomed to the practice.

"Again, with the loss of these two articulations, I feel like the dynamic in my body has changed. I feel like a penguin when I move my arms up and down on the sides of my body. Forearms still allowed me to grab and manipulate things fairly easily, but now it's like I've been mounted on stilts, left with two gigantic and imprecise fingers to work with."


I try not to grunt too hard to keep the experience smooth. "I lean my head backwards before swinging it forward again and simultaneously pushing behind me using my arms. From my seat, I angle my legs downward to catch the weight of my body and manage to land on all fours without too much trouble. My hips and shoulders are definitely essential to my movements now. As soon as I try to angle a limb in any direction, the entirety of my abs tenses as well as most muscles in the solicited limbs. First, my right arm inches towards the door, then the left leg, then I mirror these movements with my other side. Without joints, my limbs feel heavier and longer than they actually are. I need to rotate them slightly outward when I move or else their tip rub on the floor and hurt my skin. I manage to go to the door of the room and back 2 or 3 times before stopping. As you can probably hear, I'm pretty out of breath."

I actually take a pause here and pant heavily. I let myself slip to the floor and curl into a ball, resting my forehead on the floor, legs lifted up against my belly and arm folded against my chest. "I need to get back in the bath now though, since I'm almost out of limbs. If you find yourself stuck and are unable to proceed back, simply use the safe word our employees gave you and you will be assisted. I should be good though, but I need to be careful not to step on my own ponytail. My upper limbs are now less than half of their remaining length. I feel like those dog breeds that have very short legs. My movements are quicker, but the speed at which I'm inching back to the tub is ridiculously slower than before. The trick is to keep a constant rhythm and to keep with opposite limbs as in sync as possible. If your muscles burn, it's totally normal, they're not used to being the main means of movement in your body."

"I use my chin to support my weight on the inside of the tub across the step while I bring my arms forward together and pull myself back in the potion." My small breasts sweep against the warm porcelain of the tub and I repress a sigh. "For the seat, I think this should be easier from the front. Again, pulling myself up first with my chin, then with the few centimeters of bones I can still call arms, I angle the top of my torso on the seat with my ass still resting on the bottom of the bath. From here, I raise a leg up and push to propel my body upwards. My left arm hits the side of the tub to stop the momentum I've gained through this maneuver and, finally, a swift rotation of my hips through my abs puts me back in the comfortable position I was first in. I can barely move at all now. Muscles can still push and pull on the last bit of my limbs, but their effect is gradually becoming less visible. Eventually, even those fall into sensory oblivion."

"If I could look at the time, I'm sure it would tell me 15 minutes just passed. Look at yourself now. From my point of view, I see the small, reduced, contracted, shrunken body of a young woman. Her shoulders end abruptly after her collarbones and the skin dips right down to meet the ribs of the sides of her torso. She contracts her abs and bows forward to get a good look at her hips, which bear a similar appearance. Her buttocks is still round and firm and by using her residual muscles she manages to contract her cheeks, but the front of her pelvis has definitely slimmed down. The muscles and bone of her thighs no longer reach their sockets which leave an impressively small amount of flesh behind. She seems to be sitting on the very spot her legs would stick out of her body."

"Before settling down to relax, she scans the remaining muscles she still has control over. Obviously, her head and neck are still mobile. Her mouth and tongue are her only grasp on the world now. She can shrug her shoulders in a few directions, arch her back and rotate her hips. Pushing herself up with a hip and reaching up with an empty shoulder stretches her whole body in one swift motion. She lays back. She feels both vulnerable and relaxed. Shorter than before, but still complete. She can barely remember what having limbs was like only minutes ago. She's helpless, but feels as if her new body is simpler to control, and thus to master. She's simply enjoying the complete silence of sensations that comes from her small body."

I rotate my head and spot the recorder, lying not too far from my head where had I left it. A few grunts and abdominal contractions later, I manage to turn around, hook my chin on the rim of the bath and reach for the recording button using my tongue. I fall back on the seat and twist my hips, then angle myself on the backrest with my shoulders before swinging my pelvis again to fit back in the adjusted seat. I allow myself deep breaths and slow shoulder shrugs to relax from all of this. I really hope that the manager will like this submission and finally grant me the instructor position for the Relaxation in Reduction Class. I cross fingers in my head. As the saying goes : Third time's a charm.