Weekend at Sofia's: Coffee Conundrum (Patreon)

Dylan was no stranger to a world of dramatic size difference. In a world of mice and mews and ferrets and Clydesdales with streaming fetlocks, that was just the order of things. What was more concerning was when the magnitude of his troubles far outclassed expectation. After all, he knew at least six size-changers and exchanged tweets with more than one nefarious poster whose looming views and picturesque scenes certainly were not the work of special effects. It wasn’t disconcerting to chat with a cheeky red head in your palm and find yourself in their grasp not an hour later into a chat and chill session; but just how often that kept happening! Nor was Dylan was against hand holding on dates, but he was beginning to get dizzy with exactly how literally some of his friends understood those terms.

Medical science of course, proffered a solution; Size Therapy. Slowly developing a tolerance to various downsizing, resizing, upsizing and a sur-prising variety of size redistribution methods he hadn’t even heard before. They even covered diverse curses, latin verses and spells of all manner in their little pamphlet (which had fractally small versions of itself in every corner for reading by those of any manner of scale). 

And how was this tolerance achieved? By exposure of course. Dylan had been skeptical after spending a month in a rabbit cage styled like a dorm room, working from a touch screen phone in place of a computer, but sure enough every time they dosed him after he’d gotten a little less small than before. Eventually he didn’t need to bring the shoebox dorm home with him after every check-up, although had had acquired an abundance of step ladders around the flat… 

Things had been going swimmingly really. No more spiked tea from friends throwing his world view into calamitous smallness. No more fear of sourpuss shrink spell-caster cats zapping his size away after getting trounced in a video game. No sir, this bun was one size only from here on out! 

At least that’s what he thought… 

He’d gotten his size therapy dose earlier around lunch and after checking him out to be sure thing he’d be okay being a few inches shorter, had dismissed him. Aside from having to pack an extra pair of clothes, the minus-half a foot bun was just happy to be well on his way. Until while sipping his tea at the local diner he felt a particularly and worrisome familiar tickle-prickle and a spell of dizziness. The quaking sensation of everything moving up a few inches around him. The additive weight of his mug in his hands getting a heavier, like someone was pouring into it. That weird sensations of the cuffs of your shirt stretching toward your knuckles and your toes retreating from their snug spaces in your sneakers. 

He was shrinking. 

Fumbling nervously over to his phone to call the clinic for a quick pick up. 

Ring. Ring. Ring. Click 

“OH Hey um – I have a little bit of a situation on my hands I um. – “ he stammered bashfully into the phone before a chipper, pre-recorded cheery voice cut him off. 

“ –ank you for calling TinyTown Therapeutics! We’re not open right now but our available hours are 8 – 5, Monday through Friday. Press 1 to book an appointment. Press 2 to leave a message and we’ll get back to you as soon as possible!” 

The hare stared with abject horror at his phone and then gulped wetly as he felt another tuck of size pull him down a few scant centimetres. It was enough to drag his thumb over the hang up button – closing the call off with a beep and an affirmative quake of vibration from his phone. 

“Oh bollocks. “ Dylan bit his lip.

He felt the grim grip of terror course over his shoulders and weigh down his ears a moment before a familiar voice sounded off from the booth behind him. Pulling his loose clothing up around him a little the bun leaned over and went to verify. Red hair; ✅; sharp business style; ✅. Voice chuckling a pun into the exasperated receiver of her smart phone. ✅. There weren’t many other options as to the origin of the sound. And thankfully (or worryingly for some), few who possessed the esoteric sort of knowledge to help him out of this precarious position. 

“Um… Sofia?” The hare inquired and a flicking ear responded affirmatively.

- ZakuraTech