>>100976061>aw fuck it happened again
See, this is why you usually fucking hate sleepovers. Usually you're pretty good about keeping your normal size during the day, it's not that hard, but fuck you if you try to keep stable during the night. It's like trying to hold your breath sleeping, it's just not gonna happen. Your body does what what your body does and you can't really fix that. But this was way, waaay worse than usual. Usually sleep shrinking was like, a couple inches, maybe a foot or two on a bad night.
Right now you couldn't have been more than a centimeter high. And you weren't exactly in a good position. You could feel yourself slipping a little bit in the position you were in, just the tiny slick of sweat on Courtney's foot right now was basically a skating rink. The temptation to make a "morning dew" joke rises, then fades. Ah well, no time like the present. You take off at a brisk sprint, more like a shitty moonwalk with your weight letting you almost glide over the foot like the 100 m dash track star you most definitely were not in school. 10 meters, 20 meters, 30 meters, 40 meters- you could almost taste the top of the peak.
Then the ground shot up to meet you and you most definitely tasted the top of something awful. Aw fuck she's been awake the whole time. You can only lay there, dejected as the slightest shift of a young woman's feet flings you hundreds of feet across the room, stuck to the slightly sticky surface of a wall that extended on for a couple dozen feet in every direction. Stuck hopelessly by the tiniest amount of adhesion that you couldn't possibly ever hope to muster at your size. So you had two choices. Either wait for a random growth spurt and sneak away without saying a thing, or give up your dignity and let Courtney tease you for the next month about that time you spent an entire morning stuck to her foot.
You could wait.