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[jopitty]

The damn shrink virus was so cruel! Waking up like this... It's so unfair!



Heather’s mind went straight to Jenna. Oh no, Jenna was going to love this. Why had she teased her little sister so much!?



"If you ever shrink..." She remembered telling Jenna, "I’ll treat you like a pet. You’ll have to do tricks for me."



Oh God, how could this be happening!



Heather squeezed her eyes shut, frustrated.



This isn’t fair.



Her stomach twisted, she didn’t want to be her little sisters pet!



But what could she do now? Wrapped in her own oversized PJ's. No more independence. No more control. She was just... small.



What if Jenna found her first? What if the annoying girl actually registered her before mom even found out?!



Heather curled up, feeling small and powerless.



She kept telling herself not to panic, but how could she not?



How am I going to get out of this?



A noise from the hall made her burrow into the crotch of the pyjama bottoms, instinctively.



Great! One noise and I'm scurrying away... I am a pet! Oh crap, this is fucking awf...





"Hey sis, you up? Moms gone out and.... Heather...? You in here...?"

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A day. I’ve been tiny for one day, and my sister already found a way to make the worst day of my life, even worse!



Mom explicitly said no to taking me to school! she was clear. But does Emma care? Of course not. Rules don’t mean anything to her if there’s a chance she can embarrass me.



She waited until lunch, ran home like she was on some secret mission, and stuffed me in her backpack before I could even yell at her.



And now? I’m crammed in her locker, sitting on top of some gross old books, surrounded by her crap and the rank smell of her gym socks! It’s dark, it’s cramped, and I know exactly what’s coming next.



She’s going to take me out. Show me off. Like I’m some thing. I can already hear her and her friends: “Oh my God, he’s so tiny! Look at his little arms!” No, thanks. I don’t need to be everyone’s science project.



And you know she’s going to pass me around, too. I’ll get poked, squeezed, and probably dropped a few times! I've seen it before, everyone has! Shrinkies are like novelties! Last year, when that cheerleader shrank, everyone made her rub there stinking feet and do dumb dances! I'm not doing that! No way I'm being some tiktok star like that girl!



I hate the shrink virus. I hate this stupid locker. And I really hate Emma!

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“This is all your fault, Tiffany,” Brooke snapped, arms crossed tightly over her chest, glaring at her equally tiny friend. Unfortunately, at five inches tall, her usual glare didn’t carry the same weight.



“How is it my fault?” Tiffany shot back, gasping slightly but still managing to sound unimpressed. “It was Amber’s idea to take the stupid thing in the first place!”



Amber huffed and crossed her arms, mirroring Brooke. “Excuse me? You dared me to do it! And Rachel’s nerd sister made the fucking thing!”



Rachel, the de facto leader of the group, threw her hands up. “Don’t put this on me! You all said it would be hilarious to mess with that geek’s science project!”



“Yeah, hilarious...” Madison muttered, glaring at the shattered shrink ray on the carpet. “Real funny, um... We're Barbie sized!”



The shrink ray looked more like a busted toaster to them and it might as well have been, given the shared scientific knowledge in there little clique could be written on a fortune cookie!



It was Rachel’s sister Abigail who had all the smarts in the family. And it was Abigail who had been pushed around by them for as long as she could remember! The same Abigail, who made a huge deal about her room being off-limits, especially to her bitchy sister!



“What are we supposed to do now?” Amber groaned, pacing back and forth. “We can’t stay like this! People are going to notice we’re missing!”



“Oh, please,” Brooke said, rolling her eyes. “Like anyone would actually care. Besides, Rachel’s mom will just ground her, and we’ll be stuck as Abigail’s… I don’t know, pocket pets forever.”



“Gross,” Tiffany muttered, wrinkling her nose. “I am not letting your sister carry me around like some chihuahua in a purse.”



“Guys!” Rachel interrupted, she yelled as she tried to regain control. “We just need to stay calm and think. We’ll fix this before anyone finds out.”



“Fix it?” Madison shot back. “Rachel, we stole it, broke it, and now we’re like, literal bugs! How are you planning to fix it? You’re not exactly Einstein.”



“I’ll figure it out!” Rachel snapped, though the nervous crack in her voice didn’t help her case.



Before anyone could respond, a loud bang echoed from downstairs.



“What was that?” Tiffany whispered, her eyes wide.



Rachel paled. “The front door...” Her voice dropped to a panicked whisper. “Crap... Abigail’s home. Hide!”

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“You’re so tiny...” Amanda whispered.



Becky swallowed hard. “Amanda… I need you to listen to me.”



The girl blinked.



“I caught the shrink virus. You remeber, on the news, all those little people?. And... And if I don’t get the cure within 24 hours, I’ll be stuck like this forever.” Becky swallowed, her anxiety about to burst. “So, sweetheart, I need you to be a big girl and call the hospital for me. Right now!”



Amanda tilted her head. “But then you won’t be tiny anymore.”



Becky’s stomach twisted. “Yes, that’s the point.”



Amanda sighed dramatically, drumming her fingers against the floor. “But I was just starting to have fun…”



Becky’s breath caught. “F-Fun?”



Amanda giggled. “I mean, first I thought you were just a pile of clothes. Then when I picked you up, you were all squirmy and squeaky! It was so cute.” She clapped her hands. “And playing dress-up was hilarious!”



Becky’s face burned. She pressed her hands tighter against herself, remembering the humiliation of being stuffed in and out of course doll clothes. “Amanda. This isn’t a game. I need you to help me.”



Amanda sat up straighter. “But you look so much better in Barbie’s clothes than in your big people ones.”



Becky’s legs wobbled. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.



“Besides,” Amanda continued, “I didn’t even get to try all the outfits yet.”



Becky staggered backward. “A-Amanda... Aunt Becky could get stuck like this! You don't want me to be like this forever, do you!"”



The door of the cage clocked shut with a sickening thud.



"Amanda... ?"

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Hannah sat cross-legged on her bed, dangling Rachel between her fingers. Her tiny, furious red-face yelping.

“Put me down right now!” Rachel shrieked, her little fists pounding against Hannah’s fingers. “I swear to God, Hannah...”



Hannah raised an eyebrow. “You swear to God? And what’s He gonna do, huh? Make you even smaller?”



Rachel’s face burned.



Hannah giggled. She still thinks she can boss me around. Even like this. Even at four inches tall, wearing barbies crop top and wriggling like a worm!



Rachel twisted, struggling in vain. “Put me down you brat!”



She lifted her closer. Studying her sister’s tiny, frantic movements, before giving her a squeeze. “Stop whining!”



Rachel stiffened. “H-Hannah...” she spluttered.



Hannah giggled. “This shrink virus thing is awesome!”



Rachel made a strangled noise, her whole body going bright red. “Shut up!” she shrieked, kicking even more frantically.



Hannah howled with laughter. “Oh my God! You’re so embarrassed! Look at your little face!” She gave Rachel a playful shake, making her yelp. “Aww, don’t worry, sis. It’s not like anyone else is gonna see you like this...”



Rachel glared at her. “Damn right they won’t!”



“Not unless I show you off,” Hannah teased, grinning.



Rachel froze.



“Ooooh, that got you quiet.” She leaned back, swinging her legs. “I thought you loved attention!” She gave Rachel a slow, smug look. “You sure you don't want to post some this on Instagram?”



Rachel scowled. “WHAT... NO! I am still in charge! You’re my little sister, and...”



“But you’re not really big anymore.” Hannah giggled. “Are you?”



Rachel swallowed.



Hannah reached toward her desk. “Now,” she mused, fingers curling around something round, smooth, perfect, “where should I keep you?”

She lifted it into view.



A hamster ball.



Rachel’s breath hitched.



Hannah grinned, twisting it open. “Let’s see how well you fit...”

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Julia sighed, exasperated but amused. “Hailey, stop squirming.”



“I am not squirming!”



“You are absolutely squirming,” Julia said, dabbing at Hailey’s other arm with frustrating gentleness. “Honestly, you’re being more difficult than you ever were as a baby.”



“Because I was a baby!” Hailey wailed. “Now I’m just... Just small! There’s a difference!”



Julia tilted her head, as if considering. “Mmm… not really.”



Hailey gaped at her.



“…Mom.”



“I’m joking, sweetheart.” Julia giggled as she thumbed another blob of foam onto her daughters skin. “Mostly.”



Hailey let out a long, suffering groan.



Then, to her absolute horror, her mother reached down, lifted one of her legs, and started washing that, too.



Hailey shrieked and yanked her leg back, nearly slipping under the water in the process. “No! No no no! That is so not happening!”



Julia blinked innocently. “Hailey... The doctor said to scrub you good!”



“Yeah, but...!” Hailey yelled, pressing herself against the side of the sink, arms and legs tucked in protectively. “Oh my God, I don’t need you scrubbing me like some... Some helpless little... thing!”



Julia sighed, shaking her head. “You’re being dramatic. You know, I'm risking infection by doing this! Stop squirming and let me finish!”



“Well then... Let me do it myself!”



Her mother just smiled. “We have to do this right! Imagine if I caught the virus from you. I happens all the time! Then were would we be!? We'd would both be in that sink with Kelsey washing us!”



Hailey groaned again, sinking into the water until only her face was visible. The thought of her little sister being in complete control was terrifying. At least she had mom as a buffer at the moment.



Julia laughed and reached for a towel. “Alright, alright, bath time is over. Come here, sweet pea.”



Hailey sulked as her mom carefully lifted her from the sink and into the fluffy warmth of a towel. She was bundled up immediately, swaddled so completely she could barely move.



“…Mom.” Hailey wiggled, annoyed. “Mom, too tight.”



“Oh, sorry, honey.” Julia loosened the towel slightly but still cradled Hailey in both hands.



Hailey glared up at her.



Julia just smiled down, eyes full of love.



Hailey groaned, letting her head fall back against the soft fabric.



“I hate my life.”



Julia kissed her damp forehead. "sooo... Seeing as your already in a bad mood, I might as well tell you now..."



Hailey's eyes flared and her heart raced, What could be worse than being this tiny. She waited with bated breath.



"I have to go away this weekend so... Oh I'm sorry honey, but Kelsey's going to babysit you..." Hailey's tiny scrambling limbs were easily pinned back into place, " Stop panicking, she's your sister, and she has promised to be nice...!"

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Kelly’s stomach lurched. Panic gripped her as she shoved her way through the tangled folds of fabric, crawling blindly toward any kind of exit. The muffled thud of music and laughter pounded in her ears as she finally reached daylight—only to immediately regret it.



And then—she heard it.



Laughter.



It started as a single voice. Then another. And another. Until it became a tidal wave of giggles, gasps, and shrieks of disbelief.



She wasn’t moving.



She couldn’t move.



She just sat there, frozen in place, her bare legs stretched out in front of her, her arms limp at her sides, every inch of her exposed. She couldn’t even muster the instinct to cover herself... Her brain refused to process what was happening.



Then the world around her exploded!



“OH MY GOD!”



“No freaking way!”



“She—she shrunk! LOOK AT HER!”



Kelly’s breath hitched.



“Is that—Kelly?!” someone snorted.



“No way! She’s tiny!”



“She’s naked!” another voice shrieked, setting off a wave of giggles.



Kelly’s breath hitched.



Towering figures loomed above, blocking the lights, staring down in sheer disbelief. Wide eyes. Hands over mouths. Fingers pointing. Camera phones being raised.



She wanted to run. Hide. Wake up.



But she couldn’t.



She just sat there, bare, tiny, helpless, frozen in the middle of the dance floor—completely and utterly humiliated.



And then—someone reached down.



“Oh my God, she’s so small,” a voice giggled, fingertips brushing against her arm.



That was enough to shatter her trance.



Kelly screamed.



Strong, grasping hands lifted her effortlessly, like a toddler being picked up by an amused adult.



Her arms flailed. Her legs kicked frantically, but it was useless—her tiny, naked body bounced helplessly in their grip, every frantic movement sending humiliating ripples through her boobs, as she wobbled all over.



The laughter around her doubled.



“She’s squirming so much!”



“Careful, don’t drop her!”



“Oh my God, look at her little boobs bouncing... This is insane!”



Kelly’s face burned. She screamed, kicked, thrashed... but nothing stopped it

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Amanda’s face pressed against the plastic of the dollhouse, her breath fogging up the clear walls as she peered inside. “Come out, shorty...” she sang, scanning the plastic room for signs of movement. “I know you're in there!”



Laura clutched the yellow wall with white knuckles, she was not letting her annoying cousin see her like this, not if she could help it!



She fumed, How could Mom let this happen? Her own cousin, the bitchy girl who had made so many family barbeques awful, poking around in her life like she was some kind of toy. Letting her stick her fat head into my dollhouse?



Amanda’s smirking face loomed closer, with teasing sweetness she sang into the plastic box. “Your mom tells me your teeny tiny! She's posted some pics on Facebook that are crazy adorable... I just want to see you, Laura... ?”



Laura tightened her grip on the dollhouse wall, doing her best to remain hidden, to not let Amanda see how much it stung to be so small and helpless. Why is she even here? she thought bitterly. Why is Mom letting this happen?



Amanda tapped again, harder this time, and Laura flinched, though she didn’t dare move. She just wanted the whole thing to be over.



"Come out, or I'm coming in..."



Huge fingers suddenly rummaged around, knocking over tiny plastic furniture.



Amanda's sing song attitude quickly turned, "ugh, get out here you shrinkie freak! I swear, I'm gunna stick a q tip up your but if you don't..."

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Tiffany strutted into the stadium, her hair bouncing, her uniform crisp, and most importantly—her little prize squirming in her hand!



"Omigod, is that a shrinkie?" someone gasped.



Tiffany beamed, holding her tiny captive higher for everyone to see. "It so is!" she announced, relishing the gasps and giggles that followed.



Dangling upside down in Tiffany’s sweaty grip was none other than Jessica Lane. Once a fellow cheerleader, once a rival, now just a trembling handful of pathetic! Jessica had always been a pain, stealing routines, showing off, thinking she was so much better.



But that was before. Before Tiffany’s mom bought her!



Shrinkies were expensive but Tiff's family were rich! It's probably why she was so stuck up!



“Poor thing hates attention,” Tiffany cooed mockingly, giving Jessica a little shake for good measure. “Like, obviously! Who wants to be paraded around upside-down at a homecoming game? Soooo embarrassing.”



Jessica’s tiny fists pounded uselessly against Tiffany’s fingers, her face red, whether from humiliation or blood rushing to her head, who could say?



The crowd loved it.



Tiffany smirked, holding her prize closer, whispering just for her, “Bet you wish you’d never caught the virus now, huh?”



Jessica let out a tiny, muffled scream. Tiffany just laughed. Best. Homecoming. Ever

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Mandy grinned as she crept through the quiet house, eyes scanning every nook and cranny. The moment Mom left, she knew her tiny sister would bolt for cover. It was like clockwork.



“Not today, shorty...” Mandy whispered, cracking her knuckles. “Mandy’s coming.”



The search began. Under the couch? No. Inside the snack cupboard? Just crumbs. Last time, the little freak had wedged herself behind a stack of books. Before that? Inside a slipper. Mandy had to admit, her sister was getting better at hiding.



But Mandy was better at finding.



She moved to the bedroom, and saw something straight away. A little white jewellery box sat half-open, looking just a little too out of place.



Mandy’s smirk widened. Oh, sis. You really think I wouldn’t check?

She lifted the lid—and there she was.



Her shrunken sister sprang up as the box jostled and jolted. Dressed in a frilly doll dress, she froze mid-panic and she stared up at her towering sibling.



Her little face, full of dread, was almost too perfect.



Mandy burst out laughing. “Oh. My. God.” She grinned down at the trembling figure. “Gotcha.”



The tiny girl swallowed hard. Mandy could feel the fear rolling off her. She leaned in closer, her grin widening.



“Mom’s gone for hours,” she murmured. “And I finally found you.... Hey, remember that time you posted that pic of me in that ugly bathing suit...?”



The shrinkie clutched her ill fitting dress, "Um... That was just a joke...!"



"Whatever runt... Paybacks a bitch!"

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The night had started off perfectly. Three friends, a few drinks, and a whole lot of effort to pretend that one of them wasn’t small enough to fit inside a cereal bowl.



“Oh my God, let’s toast!” Riley announced, lifting her beer. “To normalcy!”



“Normalcy!” Hannah echoed, nudging her glass toward their shrunken friend, Mia. It was almost as tall as her shrunken friend was and clinked loudly against the tiny barbie cup that Mia had lifted proudly.



Mia laughed, feeling almost like herself again. Sure, she was barely a foot tall, but her best friends had done everything to keep things feeling the same. No weird looks, no awkward moments—just drinks, music, and normal.



Until the hug.



“Aww, group hug!” Riley declared, already leaning in.



“No, wait...” Mia started, but it was too late.



Hannah swooped in from the other side, and suddenly, Mia was sandwiched between two very enthusiastic sets of boobs.



Softness smothered her from both sides, her tiny body squished between her friends like a trapped marshmallow.



“Mmmph...!!”

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The plastic pet carrier rattled as Amber threw her tiny fists against the walls. Her ranting was shrill and furious, echoing of the plastic walls of her enclosure. “You better let me out, right now, or I swear...!”



Across the room, Emily leaned casually against her desk, smirking. “You swear what, Amber? Gonna fight me? Because, uh, last I checked, you’re about six inches tall and trapped in a cage for hamsters.”



Amber glared up at her through the clear plastic, her face red with fury. “When I get back to normal, you’re so dead!” She lunged at the door, but it didn’t budge.



Emily laughed, crouching down to peer at her at eye level. “Oh, you’re adorable when you’re mad. Honestly, this is kind of a good look for you. Like, all that big bully energy crammed into a tiny little body.”



“Let me out, Emily!” Amber yelled, pounding on the walls again.



Emily tapped on the plastic, making Amber flinch. “Ummm... No! See, you’ve been a pain in my butt for years. So now? Now you’re gonna stay in there and stew on all the crap I'm going to do to you.”



Amber fumed, pacing the small space. “I’ll get out eventually, and when I do...”



“You’ll do what?” Emily interrupted with a grin. “Nibble my ankles!? The only 'ass' that's getting kicked today is yours, freak!”



Amber screamed in frustration, while Emily leaned back, basking in the satisfaction of finally having the upper hand.



"You know... I could make you smaller..."



The tiny cage stopped moving, which made Emily smile. "...Course, there's no way to unshrink you, so any change would be permanent... Do you want to be a barbie or a bug, your choice?"

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Abi knelt outside the dollhouse, her grin stretched wide as brought the bright puink dress toward her naked little freind. “Here,” she said, waving it in front of the tiny woman. “I thought this would look so cute on you.”



Gina gasped. “Abi, I... I thought you said you were going to help me.”



“I am helping you!” Abi replied brightly. “This dollhouse is way better than a shoebox. Look at all these rooms! You’ve got, like, a mansion compared to what most shrinkies get!”



Gina's heart trembled with frustration. “I meant helping me get back to normal! Not... Play dress up!"



Abi tilted her head, her grin softening into something almost playful but not quite. “You know, Gina, I’ve been thinking… maybe this isn’t so bad. You’re safe here, and honestly, you’re super adorable like this.”



Gina took a step back, her stomach twisting. “You’re… you’re not planning on keeping me like this, are you?! Abi! You promised... We both promised, If either of us shrunk, we'd pay for the GrowthAid!”



Abi’s smile didn’t falter. “Yeah but, that stuffs expensive! And, it’s not like I’m the one who shrank you... besides, what’s the rush? We can figure things out later. For now…” She reached into the dollhouse, setting the Barbie dress down in front of Gina. “Just try it on. Trust me, you’ll look perfect.”



Gina’s hands clenched at her sides as she stared at the dress. “Abi, this isn’t funny. You’re supposed to be my friend.”



“And I am,” Abi said sweetly, her whole face dripped with forced innocence. “But come on, Gina. You’re like a freaking doll! Let’s just… enjoy it for a while.”



Gina’s heart sank as she looked up at Abi’s enormous smirk. "NO! I'm not staying like this! Make be big again or... Mmpph..!"



The dress was suddenly pulled over the angry shrinkie, muffling her tiny rant.



"There...!" Abi said, sitting back, "Adorable!"

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Familiar voices. Laughter. Rhythmic clapping.



Claire froze. She pushed aside a blade of grass and peeked through. Her heart skipped a beat.



Her cheer squad. They were practicing, just beyond the field.



But they were... Huge! No... she was tiny!



Claire’s stomach twisted. Her mind raced. No, no, no. The SHR-1 virus. The one from the news. The one that shrinks people out of nowhere.



And it had shrunk her.



Her teammates stomped through their routine. Every step shook the ground and their voices boomed like thunder.



They had no idea she was here.



Run!



The thought hit her like a slap.



Claire spun around and bolted. Her legs pumped as fast as they could. But the grass tangled around her, slowing her down.

Claire glanced back. A massive sneaker slammed into the dirt. The impact knocked her off her feet. She landed hard, scraping her hands and knees.



“Did you hear something?” a booming voice asked.



Claire’s eyes widened. She scrambled to her feet. Her breath came in gasps.



If they found her... She can't go from queen to this!

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Sophie sat on the cold, hard doctor’s desk, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The paper she sat defiantly on—a thick, official-looking form with bold letters at the top that read Shrink Effect Ward Registration.3



Her heart pounded.



This wasn’t supposed to happen.



Her mom was supposed to be the one signing. Sophie had mentally prepared herself for that level of humiliation, being a registered by her mom was bad enough, but at least her she would be nice.



But no. Things had to get worse.



Because her little sister, Amanda, stood by the desk, practically vibrating with excitement. She looked like a kid who had just been handed the world’s best birthday present.



And Mom was actually letting her sign the fucking paperwork!



“Mom! Seriously!,” Sophie piped up, trying to keep her voice steady. It was a losing battle, the words came out high and squeaky now.



Her mom didn’t even glance at her. “Sophie, we’ve talked about this...”



“No, you talked about it,” Sophie snapped. “I said no!”



Amanda's smirk widened. She leaned down, her face hovering just above Sophie. “Aw, don’t worry, big sis,” she cooed. “I’ll take such good care of you.”



Sophie’s hands balled into fists.



“You are not signing that paper,” she growled.



“Oh, so cute... Little miss shrinkie thinks she has a choice!.” Amanda straightened, rocking back on her heels. “Mom said it’s fine, so…”



“Mom, you can’t seriously...”



“Sophie,” her mom interrupted, turning to her at last. “I trust Amanda. She’ll be responsible! You don't want your mom as a ward believe me. This way, you can still experience a normal life! You can't just through away a chance at college just because your... Small”



"College?! Mom, I'm not going to college with her! She'll... She'll keep me in a cage or something!"



Mom sighed, that sort of sigh only a mother could do, and it ended most arguments, "Think positive, Amanda is responsible and..."



“Responsible?!" Sophie interrupted, "She doesn’t even water her plants!”



Amanda gasped in mock offense. “I take very good care of my succulents.”



“You killed them!”



Amanda shrugged. “Details.”



The doctor, who had been standing silently through the whole exchange, cleared her throat. “We just need to sign paperwork so, if you wouldn't mind.." She gestured for the tiny woman to move.



Sophie’s stomach flipped as Amanda eagerly reached for her. "Allow me Doc.."



“Don’t!” Sophie shrieked.



But Amanda didn’t just lift her. She pinched the miniature girls thin panties and yanked.



It wasn’t a lift, it was a full-on wedgie!



Sophie let out an indignant squeak as she dangled helplessly in the air, clutching at her crotch in agony. Her laughing sister held her just high enough to slide the paperwork free, before dropping Sophie back down like nothing had happened.



“Amanda, if you sign that paper, I swear...” Sophie started.



“What!?” Amanda teased. “You gunna stomp on my toe?” She reached for the pen, her fingers brushing against Sophie as she did.



Sophie glared up at her. “I am not your pet...”



Amanda's grin turned downright wicked. “We’ll see about that.”



The pen hit the paper. One stroke. Two.



And just like that, it was done.



Amanda snatched up the paperwork with a triumphant flourish. “Guess that makes it official.”



Sophie’s shoulders slumped.



Amanda leaned down, her face way too close. “Better behave, big sis. Unless you want more wedgies. Or maybe a flick to that little head of yours....”



Sophie’s eye twitched.



Amanda gave a mock pout. “Aw, don’t be mad. This is gonna be so much fun!”

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Crawling and kicking, she finally stumbled into the open.



The gym was silent.



Hailey froze. Every towering figure on her squad, her teammates, her friends, stared down at her, mouths open in shock.



Her eyes dropped to the crumpled uniform surrounding her. Then to herself.



Bare arms. Bare legs. Bare everything.



Her breath hitched. “No… no, no, no!” she squeaked, hands flying to cover herself.



A beat of stunned silence. Then...



The first giggle.



And another.



Then, a tidal wave of laughter.



“Oh my God! Hailey’s tiny!”



“She’s naked!”



“Queen bee’s a shrinkie now!”



The floor felt like it had moving as the crowd of giants stomped around her, jostling to get a better view.



Hailey’s face burned as the laughter swelled around her. Her teammates pointed, whispered, doubled over in hysterics.



All she could do was stand there, totally naked, totally tiny and utterly humiliated!

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Claire Blackwell had been a shrinkie for months. Once a strict, no-nonsense teacher, the SHR-1 virus had shrunk her down to just three inches tall. Her life now was cramped, stinky, and humiliating. Every day, she battled the same thought: This can’t get any worse.



But today, it did.



It started with a knock at the door. Claire had been resting under the coffee table, safe from the world. At her size, the carpet felt more like rough sandpaper, but at least it was home. The knock came again, louder this time.



“Heloooo!” a girl’s voice called.



Claire froze. She recognized that voice.



Sophie.



Her stomach twisted into knots. Sophie wasn’t just anyone—she was one of Claire’s old students. A troublemaker. Claire had never been kind to her, and Sophie had never forgotten it. She’d seen that smug smile on Sophie’s face the last day of school, when the whole school laughed at the news of Clare's shrinking.



The door creaked open.



Sophie had let herself in!



The thud of Sophie’s footsteps made the floor tremble. “Mrs. Blaaaackwell?” Sophie’s sang, tip toeing into the room. “I know you’re here. I just wanna talk.”



Yeah, right.



Claire knew exactly what that meant. Sophie didn’t “talk.” Sophie plotted. And now that Claire was tiny, she was helpless.



“Mrs. Blackwell?” Sophie called again. “I know you shrunk. You can’t hide forever!”



Oh no. Claire’s pulse skyrocketed. She had to move—now. Her eyes darted around for a place to hide. That’s when she saw it.



A sneaker.



An old, worn-out sneaker sat abandoned near the corner of the living room. It was covered in dirt and grass stains, and even from this distance, Claire could smell the stench of sweaty feet.



Claire had told her daughter to move it a hundred times! It was disgusting.

But it was also her best chance.



She darted toward the sneaker, every step feeling like a mile. The smell hit her before she even reached it, like a locker room after a long practice. But she didn’t stop. She squeezed through the heel opening and curled up inside, pressing herself into the sole as far as she could go.



The air was hot and suffocating. Every breath filled her nose with sweat and rubber. But she couldn’t leave.



Sophie’s footsteps got louder. Closer. Each step made the shoe vibrate. Claire could hear the giant girl walking around the room, searching.



“Where are you, Mrs. Blackwell?” Sophie’s voice slowly loseing its sing-song now, as her obvious annoyance came through. “Just come out! I just want to see you...”



Claire hugged her knees to her chest, her heart pounding like a drum. She didn’t dare move.



Sophie’s shadow fell over the sneaker. Claire bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.



The shoe shifted slightly as Sophie’s foot brushed against it. Claire held her breath. Any second now, Sophie could look down and...



But then the footsteps moved away.



For a moment, there was silence.



The door creaked shut, and Sophie’s footsteps faded into the distance.

Claire didn’t move. Not yet. She stayed curled up in the sweaty darkness, her heart still pounding.



Her ears strained for any sound. Nothing. No footsteps. No booming voice.

Maybe Sophie had given up.



Finally, Claire’s trembling legs couldn’t take it anymore. She needed air. Slowly, she crawled toward the heel of the sneaker. Her head peeked out into the room.



And froze.



Two giant eyes stared down at her.



“Wow,” Sophie said, her mouth curling into a wicked grin. “You really are tiny.”



Claire’s heart nearly stopped.



Before she could even think of running, Sophie’s hand darted down.



Fingers as thick as tree trunks wrapped around Claire’s waist and lifted her into the air.



“Gotcha,” Sophie said with a smirk. “You didn’t think I’d actually leave, did you?”



Claire’s head spun as Sophie held her up to eye level. The girl’s huge green eyes sparkled with amusement as they flared. “This is gonna be fun!”

[jopitty]

It was on the threat. "If you ever get that shrink virus, I'm stuffing you between my tits". Sure, it was idol and inconsequential a week ago, but the virus had changed everything!



“You wouldn’t really do it, w... Would you?” Rachel’s asked with a gulp, but Abby didn’t even glance down.



Abby hummed a little tune under her breath, still scrolling. “Hmm?”



“The timeout,” Rachel clarified, louder this time. “You wouldn’t actually stick me in there?”



Abby arched a brow and glanced at Rachel, amused. “I don’t know. You were such a pain before the virus hit.” She tapped her chest and giggled as her boobs bounced. “I’ve gotta be creative with discipline now.”



Rachel’s knees went weak. She could already imagine it—the heat, the smell, being pressed into darkness.



“Abby, seriously. That’s... Gross! You can’t do that to me.”



Abby shrugged, eyes drifting back to her phone. “Then behave.”



Panic flared in Rachel’s chest. “I’m behaving! This is me behaving!” She stared into the huge cavass. “I’ll do anything. Just... Don't put me in there.”



Abby didn’t answer. She just smiled a little to herself, thumbs tapping out a text.



Rachel’s stomach churned. Her sister might not even be paying much attention, but the threat was hanging over her like a storm cloud. And worse? Abby had never been good at empty threats...

[jopitty]

Mindy stood, seething, in her little sister Kayla’s dirty sneaker. Her Barbie dungarees didn’t help the humiliation, and the sweaty insole squished under her bare feet.



The locker door suddenly swung open, flooding the space with light. Mindy’s old cheer team burst into laughter.



“Mindy? Is that you?” Madison wheezed. “Why are you in a sneaker?”



“Because standing on a dirty uniform wasn’t better,” Mindy snapped, glaring.



Tiffany pointed to a crumpled pile of gym clothes. “What about those knickers?”



“Obviously not,” Mindy growled, face burning.



They only laughed harder, snapping photos and teasing.



Kayla finally appeared. “Show’s over.” She grinned at Mindy. “Get comfy—you’ll be here a while.”



The locker door slammed shut, leaving Mindy fuming. She'd never been so humiliated. And it absolutely reeked in there!

[jopitty]

Mindy, Emma, Kayla, and Tori weren’t going to let the shrink virus ruin their college experience. Sure, parties were a little more complicated now, everything was at 9 inches tall, but they were still determined to have fun.



The girls had found a safe spot in the fraturnity lounge, laughing as the giant humans danced and moved around them.



It was going well... until Kelsey appeared.



The former cheerleader rival towered over them. “Oh my god, you guy's actually came!?” she scowled, before her face shifted into a smirk. “The shrinky squad. You all look so cute, like little dolls.”



“Get lost, Kelsey,” Mindy snapped, but it was no use.



In one swift motion, Kelsey reached down and scooped her up.



“Don’t worry, girls, I’ll take good care of her,” she teased, laughing as she dropped the yelling girl into the giant pocket of her hoodie.



Inside, it was cramped, dark, and smelled faintly of fabric softener and sweat.



“I knew we should’ve stayed home,” Emma muttered.



“We can’t let her ruin everything,” Tori said, trying to maintain a strong attitude, dispite her obvious fear. “She'll put her down soon enough... Just ignore her, she just wants attention!”



The girls exchanged determined looks. "I suppose so.... Poor Mindy though..." Emma said.

[jopitty]

Yo, TikTok, you are not gonna believe what I just walked in on. Look at this. Miss Taylor...Yeah! The one who’s always on a power trip! Shrunk down and stuck in the class pet cage.

Like, I don’t even know how this happened, but oh my god, it’s kinda perfect. She’s always making us feel two inches tall, and now she’s literally the size of a hamster!



Hey Miss Mouse... You ok in there!?



You see this, right? She looks so freaked out.

Should I let her out? Nah, I’m kinda loving this vibe. I mean, karma, right?

I swear, this is the best thing that’s happened all year. Hit the comments if you’ve got ideas, I'm thinking a little spanking...



Would you like that Miss Mouse? You do love discipline, remember...!

[jopitty]

Her phone was right there.



Sarah’s tiny legs burned as she sprinted across the lounge floors, her breath ragged, her body aching—but it didn’t matter.



She was so close. Just a few more steps.



Her phone lay on the floor, still lit up with her last App still running. The shrink App. One press, and she’d be normal again. One press, and this nightmare would be over.



She reached for it... And the world turned to glass.



The air trembled with a deafening thud as something slammed down around her. A wall of clear, curved glass surrounded her from all sides. Light refracted in dizzying angles, making everything distorted.

Sarah skidded to a stop, heart slamming against her ribs.



No. No, no, no.



She turned, panic rising like bile. Outside the glass, a towering figure loomed over her.



Emma.



Her sister’s face was calm, unreadable, but her fingers rested lightly on the rim of the glass, tilting it ever so slightly.



Sarah threw herself at the side, pounding her fists against the smooth surface. "Emma! What the hell are you doing?! Move it! I need to get to my phone!"



Emma didn't move.



Sarah shoved at the glass with all her strength, screaming in frustration. It didn’t budge.



Her sister had let her get this close.



The realization made her stomach turn. Emma had been watching, waiting, letting her run, letting her believe she had a chance, only to rip it away at the last second.



"Emma, this isn't funny!" Sarah yelled, fury echoed through her. "Let me out! Now!"



Emma simply smiled.



Then, without a word, she tilted the glass, sliding a coaster under it and nearly tripping the angry miniature woman.



Sarah's stomach lurched "I'm not a bug!" She yelled, shocked at the way she was being moved.



With the coaster in place the glass shifted and Sarah found herself flying upwards, stopping at her sisters sinister face.



"I swear to god, let me out of here right now..." Her tiny hands banged against the glass.



"You know..." The giantess' voice was booming, instantly quieting the tiny sibling, "If the shrink App doesn't grow you back in 24 hours..."



Sarah knew what was coming.



"...You'll be stuck like this..."



The glass tilted, the coaster pulled away and Sarah landed with a thud into a purse.



"...See you in the morning, shorty!" Emma smiled as she zipped it closed, smug at the inaudible yells that muffled through the cloth.

[jopitty]

The bell over the door jingled as Mary stepped into the store, the scent of polished wood and clean glass filling her nose. Rows of tiny clothes, cages, doll-sized furniture, and other shrinkie accessories lined the shelves. Behind the glass counter sat the store’s manager, a bored-looking woman scrolling through her phone.



Mary’s hand tightened around the small jar she carried. Inside, her shrunken sister banged her tiny fists against the walls, her face contorted with fury.



“Mary! You can’t be serious! Let me out of here!”



Mary didn’t even glance down. “That’s the last bruise you’re ever giving me, Rachel", she muttered to herself



That morning was still fresh in her mind.



the argument, Rachel grabbing her arm, squeezing too hard, hitting her like always. But then, mid-yell, her big sister had shrunk right in front of her eyes! For once, Rachel wasn’t towering over her. For once, Mary had control.



And she was keeping it.



The manager finally looked up, her eyes landing on the jar. “Selling?”



“Yeah,” Mary said, placing the jar on the counter.



Rachel pounded harder. “Are you out of your mind?! You can’t sell me! We’re family!”



Mary ignored her. “She shrunk this morning. Perfectly healthy. She’s just… kind of a jerk.”



The manager leaned down, peering at Rachel through the glass. “She does seem feisty.”



Rachel’s tiny face turned red. “Feisty?! I’ll show you feisty when I...”

The manager tapped the glass with a manicured nail, cutting Rachel off.



“Quiet!”



Rachel froze, fists mid-air.



“Much better,” the manager said, standing straight. She tilted her head toward Mary. “You sure you want to sell her? Some people regret it later.”



“Nope.” Mary crossed her arms. “That’s the last bruise she’s ever giving me.”



The manager nodded, satisfied. “Fair enough.” She punched a few keys on the register. “We can take her off your hands for three hundred.”



Mary didn’t hesitate. “Deal.”



Rachel erupted in fury. “Mary, no! You can’t just..."



The manager reached into a drawer, pulled out a small metal cage, and opened the jar. Rachel tried to scramble away, but the manager’s fingers were faster. She plucked Rachel out and deposited her into the cage.



The door clicked shut.



Rachel grabbed the bars, glaring up at Mary with betrayal in her eyes. “I’m your sister!”



Mary met her gaze, unflinching. “You're a bully..." she sneered, "And now you're someone else’s problem.”



Without another word, Mary turned and walked out, the bell over the door jingling behind her.

[jopitty]

The paperwork was done. Anna’s dad set the pen down on the kitchen table with a relieved sigh. “Well, that’s that. You’re officially in charge of your sisters now.”



Anna beamed. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll take good care of them.”



Her two shrunken older sisters, Lily and Samantha, stood at the far edge of the table, arms crossed and faces full of fury. They’d tried everything, arguing, pleading, even trying to sweet-talk their way out of this over the past few months. Nothing had worked.



Her dad glanced at the tiny pair. “They’re still your sisters, Anna. Be nice, okay?”



“I will,” Anna said sweetly.



With one last nod, Dad left the room, the door clicking shut behind him.

For a second, there was silence. Then, Samantha exploded.



“This is ridiculous!” she snapped. “Anna, you’re not in charge of us just because Dad signed some stupid papers!”



“Yeah! We’re older than you,” Lily added, stepping forward. “And we’re not playing your little games.”



Anna propped her chin on her hand and watched them with a bored expression. She waited until they finished their rant before speaking.

“So,” she said lazily, kicking off her sneakers. “Who wants to rub my feet?”



The look on her sisters’ faces was priceless—wide-eyed disbelief followed by outrage.



“Are you serious?” Samantha barked.



“You’re out of your mind,” Lily snapped.



Anna raised an eyebrow. “Fine. In that case…” She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “I think I’ll spank your tiny little butts instead... Who’s first?”



Lily and Samantha froze.



“Come on,” Anna taunted, flexing her fingers with a smirk. “I've lost count of the times you guy's have kicked my ass over the years. It’s only fair I return the favour.”



Her sisters bolted.



They darted across the table, running as fast as their tiny legs could carry them. But the kitchen table left them with nowhere to hide.



Anna stood up, walking slowly around the table. Her shadow fell over them, and she couldn’t help but grin. “You’re not getting off this table, you know.”



Lily skidded to a stop, panting, and Samantha tripped trying to follow her. They both turned around, breathless and panicked.



“Wait!” Lily held up her hands. “We’ll rub your feet! Okay? Just… no spanking.”



Samantha’s scowl wavered. “Yeah, ok... Feet it is!”



Anna sat back down, stretching her legs out and wiggling her toes. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”



Her sisters reluctantly trudged back across the table, heads down and grumbling under their breath.



Anna smiled to herself. All those years of being the little sister were finally over.

[jopitty]

The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of Amanda’s room as she stretched lazily in bed. She yawned, rolled over, and reached toward the small cage on her nightstand without even opening her eyes. Inside, her shrunken family—Mom, Dad, her younger brother Billy and big sister Megan—stirred nervously. They knew what was coming.



With a soft click, the cage door swung open. Amanda’s fingers reached inside and plucked Billy out first, holding him loosely in her palm. “Morning,” she mumbled sleepily. Her breath hit him like a stale wave of last night’s snacks. He grimaced but said nothing.



Next, she grabbed Megan, pinching her between two fingers like a doll she didn’t particularly care about.



Megan bristled. “Could you at least wake up before grabbing people like toys?” she snapped.



Amanda didn’t even flinch. “You’re fine.” She swung her legs off the bed and padded to the bathroom, carrying the tiny group against her chest. The faint smell of her sweat lingered, and Megan scrunched her nose in disgust.



By the time they reached the bathroom, Amanda plopped them unceremoniously onto the cold, hard surface of the sink. Megan landed on her feet but nearly toppled over. Billy just sat down, too tired to complain, while Mom and Dad beamed there usual half baked smile, as if they were actually happy being her pets.



Amanda leaned over the sink and began brushing her teeth with loud, lazy strokes. Toothpaste foam splattered into the basin, some of it uncomfortably close to where they sat. She didn’t seem to care, to busy scrolling her phone to realise.



Megan folded her arms. “Honestly, Amanda, you stink of your bed. And your breath is not helping.”



Amanda pulled away from her screen with rolling eyes, her lips curling up just enough to be smug. She finished brushing and leaned down so close that Megan could see the faint smear of toothpaste still on her lips.



“Better now?” she asked, exhaling deliberately.



Megan flinched back, annoyed at how easily Amanda could mess with her.



“Ugh... Stupid giant bitch...” she muttered under her breath.



Amanda just grinned and straightened up. “You’ll get used to it.”



Then, with a bit too much energy, she turned back to rinsing her mouth. Swishing the water around noisily before spitting into the sink with gusto. The force of it sent tiny splatters of spit spraying across the sink, most of which landed squarely on Megan’s face.



“Ugh! Amanda!” Megan wiped her face furiously, her eyes narrowing in frustration.



Amanda glanced down at her sister, feigning innocence. “Oh, sorry. Did that get you?” Her grin said she wasn’t sorry at all.



"Why don’t you just gargle directly over my head next time?" Meg yelled, shaking thick globs of spit from her hands.



"Oh, did someone wake up with a case of the grumpies..." Amanda laughed, "Maybe you can be on laundry duty today...?



Megan froze, Laundry duty meant cleaning Amanda's delicates in the sink. It was degrading, disgusting and absolutely humiliating! "What! But I did it last week...!" She yelled in an exasperated and pleading tone.



"Yeah, so?" Amanda shrugged, "Keep up the attitude and you can be on 'footrubs' too...!"



Megan hated her sister chore list! Being shrunken sucked!