Someone is trying to break into Potion's R Us. But this store has a will of it's own and she will quickly learn why that is a bad idea. (This story is in early access on my subscriptions and will come to DA on Feb 10th.)

              Vennessa slowly walked over and examined the strange bottle.  “Drink Me, or I will call the cops?  Huh?”  She looked around.  “Okay, who the fuck is there?”  She gulped.  “This isn’t funny.  I know someone is there.  You fucking shrunk me, and now you are. . .”  She gulped and twisted back around.  “Come on out.  I won’t be a part of your twisted Wonderland.”  When no one answered, she suddenly became afraid they were contacting the police.

              “Fucking hell.”  She unscrewed the cap.  “I hate this place.”  She downed the strange liquid.  “What the hell?  This tastes weird.”  Hiccup.  She held her hand over her mouth.  “Great, I have the hiccups.”  Hiccup.  Her nipples suddenly became hard and erect.  “Ohh fuck.”  Vannessa moaned.  “They are so fucking. . . ohhhhh.”

              Hiccup.  Her breasts grew a few inches, pressing tightly against her black leather jacket.  “Ohhhhhh.”  Her face turned bright red.  “Tooo tight.”  She turned her head back and forth.  “I need to stop—” Hiccup.  Vannessa fell to her knees, her black leather pants tightening around her body as her ass swelled.  “Oh god!”  She moaned as she rubbed her swollen rear end.  “Why am I so fucking sensitive. I can’t stand it.”  She slammed her hand down.  “Is this some kind of cruel joke to you? I. . . you wanted to make me so fucking horny?”  Hiccup.  A button on her jacket snapped off her body as her voluptuous breasts shot forward.  “Oh god.”  Her tongue shot out of her mouth as she began to pant.  “Oh fucking god!”