George Zimmerman lost all the benises

>You wake up, suddenly not feeling so bad anymore
>You're still laying on the couch, it feels so much softer
>It looks bigger too, like a white, cushy football field
>You aren't sure what to do
>You're just feeling confused
>Soon Fudge comes back into the room, her brown coat contrasting against the light colors of the room
>She makes eye contact with you for a brief moment then walks over to the couch and stands over you, looking down
>"Anon. I'm sorrry I did this to you. Its just, Mrs. Cake said I'd never get you to like me. So I went through your journal and found out something about you."
>Your blood runs cold when you hear this
>"So I talked with Bon Bon, who talked to Pinkie, who went to Twilight, who got an enchantment from the royal library, who gave it to Mrs. Cake who spiked your food for me."
>You take a second to think about what she went through just to have you, 3 inches tall, in her possession
"Sorry, But can you just undo this, I'm not really that into th-"
>She rises up, glaring down at you
>"Anon, I went through way too much to do this, now we're going to have a lot of fun, you and me. Here! I have your journal right here. We're going to reenact a few of these stories of yours.'
>You look up at her, she turns around, showing you, again her large flank, and the tight panties that fought to contain them.