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[jopitty]

Sophie sat, scribbling down answers for her homework. Every so often, she paused to glance to the side, where her tiny older sister, Lucy, twirled and hopped awkwardly in a pink tutu far too frilly for anyone’s taste—especially Lucy’s.



“Higher jumps!” Sophie said with a grin, tapping her pen impatiently on the desk.



Lucy obeyed instantly, pushing herself harder despite her obvious exhaustion. Her little legs wobbled as she landed a spin and forced a smile onto her face, though it didn’t reach her eyes.



Sophie giggled quietly, remembering how things had been just six months ago, before SHR-1 turned their lives upside down. Back then, Lucy had been the bossy, stuck-up older sister who had controlled everything—what they watched, what games they played, and even who got the bigger slice of cake. Sophie had grown up under Lucy’s shadow, frustrated by her sister’s constant orders and demands.



The virus was awesome!



Sophie leaned back in her chair, biting the end of her pen as the memories of Lucy’s “training” played out in her mind. Oh, Lucy had been defiant at first. Angry and unwilling to accept her new, tiny reality. Sophie had tried being gentle at first, but when the tantrums continued, she’d realized more drastic measures were needed. A few weeks of spankings and strict lessons in obedience had reshaped her once-domineering sister into the little, compliant entertainer Sophie now enjoyed.



“You were so stubborn,” Sophie said aloud. “Remember how you used to bark orders at me?” She chuckled. “Funny how things turned out, huh?”

Lucy didn’t respond, only kept dancing, the fear of reprisals etched on her face.



“Faster,” Sophie ordered, setting her pen down to watch more intently. She loved the sight of her former bossy sister humiliated like this—dancing in a tutu, doing as she was told without question. It was a power she never could have dreamed of before SHR-1.



As Lucy increased her speed, Sophie clapped her hands, enjoying every moment. “Good girl,” she praised mockingly. “Maybe if you keep this up, I won’t make you do another routine after dinner.”



Lucy’s tiny body trembled with exhaustion, but she kept moving. Sophie only smiled wider. After all, she’d spent months getting her sister to this point—and she wasn’t about to let all that training go to waste

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Being paraded in front of Anna’s friends, and suffering through endless comments and jokes was wearing thin for the shrunken mother. After all, it was her credit card that had paid for her ungrateful daughter to treat her smirking friends. She didn't have much of a choice and had let them pass her around like a doll without much objection outside of the occasional involuntary squeak.



But enough was enough!



“Anna,” Julie said sharply. “I’ve had enough. Take me home. Now!”



Anna lowered her water glass, turning slowly to face her. Her expression didn’t flicker with surprise or guilt. Instead, she gave a small, amused smile.

“Um, sorry shorty, but shrinkies don’t get to give orders...”



Julie’s eyes narrowed, but Anna just reached down and plucked her off the table with two fingers. Her grip was gentle, but the message was clear: You’re not in control here.



Anna set her mom down on her lap, crossing her legs casually. The other girls leaned in, giggling softly.



“Oh my god, you’re so mean, Anna,” Claire said with a playful smirk.



Anna shrugged, matter-of-fact. “You have to make sure they know there place...” she said, enjoying the audience, "I've read tonnes of stuff online and I think this is one of those times when a spanked bottom is in order, I mean, she can't talk to us like that anymore..."



The words hung in the air for a second, as if Anna were discussing the weather. The girls burst into laughter, but Julie’s reaction was immediate.



Her face drained of color. “What?! Anna... No!"



Anna didn’t even look phased. “You’ve been grumpy all day. Might do you some good.”



Julie took a step back on Anna’s lap, her tiny fists clenched. “Anna, I’m serious... Take me home right now!”



Anna just gave her a smug little smile. “See? No matter what I say, you still think your the boss...”



“Anna, please...”



Anna shifted slightly, and Julie stumbled, heart pounding. The spa had been humiliating enough, but the prospect of being spanked—especially in front of Anna’s giggling friends—was terrifying.



Claire leaned forward, grinning. “You are too much, Anna.”



Anna just shrugged again, her fingers twitching near her mom. “So, what’s it going to be, Mom? Are you going to behave?”



Julie’s pride burned, but fear won out. “Fine. Just... just don’t.”



Anna leaned back with a satisfied smirk. “That’s what I thought.”



Her friends giggled again, and Anna basked in the limelight, while

Julie sat there on her lap, humiliated and silent. She’d endured the day because she hadn’t had a choice. And now? She realized Anna wasn’t just enjoying herself—she was in control.

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The bell rang, and the science classroom filled with chatter and stifled giggles. Shrinkie Day wasn’t about “building empathy” like the teachers claimed. It was a spectacle.



On a table, in the middle of the class, sat Megan, barely six inches tall. A week ago, she’d been a college sophomore. Now, she was back at her old high school, humiliated and helpless.



Her little sister, Kayla, poked her. “You’re awfully quiet,” she said with a grin.



“Leave me alone,” Megan muttered.



“Come on. It’s Shrinkie Day—you’re supposed to participate,” Kayla teased, poking her again and giggling as she stumbled.



Kayla’s friend Taylor leaned in. “She’s so tiny. How do you not squish her by accident?” She reached out with her finger and gave Megan a nudge.



“Stop it,” Megan said, glaring.



Taylor laughed. “She's so teeny-tiny! D'you think she could pick up this pencil?” she challenged, setting it down.



“No.” Megan huffed.



Kayla smirked. “If you don’t, we'll just keep poking you!”



Megan’s fists clenched. Slowly, she tried lifting the pencil, but it wouldn’t budge.



“She’s so weak,” Taylor laughed.



“Maybe we’ll bring her every Shrinkie Day,” Kayla said. “More fun than the hamsters.”



“What?! No way!” Megan snapped.



"She's sooo bossy!" Taylor shared a giggle.



"I know right!? You should see her at home, she really thinks she's still normal! I had to threaten to share those pics I took of her in her cage, just to get her to rub my feet!"



Taylor almost fell of her chair with laughter, "You're kidding!? She rubs your feet! Ha, tragic!"



"Totally... Hey, shorty.... How about later, you show Taylor how good you are at foot-rubs!?"

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One second, Carly was standing tall and smug. The next, she gasped, stumbling backward as her body began to shrink. She didn’t stop until she was no taller than six inches.



“What... What the hell?” Carly squeaked, staring up at Emma in horror.



Emma blinked, stunned. For a moment, neither of them said anything. And then Emma’s shock melted into laughter.



“Oh my god, Carly... You’re tiny!” She crouched down, watching as Carly stumbled over the uneven ground. “This is... Awesome!”



“Shut up! Help me!” Carly did her best to shout but she sounded like a chipmunk.



Emma didn’t move. “Why would I help you? You’ve been a pain in my ass for years.”



Carly turned to run, but the stones and dry mud slowed her down. Emma and laughed. The sight of her bitchy friends little legs scurrying away was hilarious.



“Where do you think you’re going?” she said, taking a slow step forward.



Carly tripped over a clump of dirt and scrambled back to her feet. Her breath came in panicked gasps.



Emma followed leisurely, each step causing tiny tremors Carly could feel under her feet.



“So tiny...!” she giggled to herself

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The mirror reflected Lila’s smug expression as she leaned in, carefully swiping strawberry lip balm across her full lips. She admired her work, tilting her head this way and that. Perfect.



In her left hand, Lila clutched a shrunken person, tiny, naked and squirming against her clumsy fingers—Her cousin Rachel. Lila handled the tiny girl with none of the care she showed when applying lipstick to her own lips. Rachels tiny legs dangled uselessly in the air, and the harder she struggled, the tighter Lila’s fingers became.



On the sink below, Stephanie and Hannah, Rachel’s shrunken mother and sister, huddled together like cornered mice. Their eyes were locked on Lila, every movement she made filling them with dread.



“Bath time,” Lila announced, her tone light and breezy. Her condescension was obvious and it made her smile to imagine there indignant outrage at being treated like little hamsters!



“No!” Stephanie cried out, stepping forward. “Lila, we’ve had enough. You’ve made your point, you're big and we're small! Please, let us go.”



Lila’s grin widened. “Made my point? Oh, Aunt Stephanie, how could I 'let you go'? You wouldn't last five minutes in the real world....” She lowered Rachel slightly, dangling her just above the cool porcelain sink. Rachel kicked frantically, but it only made Lila chuckle.



“See, here’s how it works now,” Lila continued, crouching down so her face was level with the two shrinkies on the sink. “I’m in charge. You’re the size of action figures. So unless you want me to accidentally flush one of you, I suggest you do what I say.”



Hannah whimpered, her tiny hands clutching her mother’s arm.



“Who’s going in first?” Lila teased, shifting Rachel slightly. “Any volunteers?”



Rachel let out a small, terrified squeak as her dangling feet brushed against the cold surface of the water filled sink.



Stephanie’s heart pounded. “Lila, please...”



“Ugh, just shut up!” Lila snapped, standing back up. “Shrinkies don’t get to make demands. Maybe if your dumb daughters had been a bit nicer, you freaks wouldn't be naked and shivering right now!.”



With a casual flick of her wrist, Lila dropped Rachel into the sink. Before Stephanie and Hannah could react, her fingers darted out, sending them tumbling in after her with two quick, effortless flicks.



Lila’s eyes sparkled with triumph as she watched the three shrunken figures flounder in the sink. Every squirm, every squeak of protest only fuelled her satisfaction. After years of being bossed around and dismissed, the tables had finally turned. They were no longer the smug, superior family she remembered. They were tiny and Helpless.



She giggled to herself as she swirled the water making them splash around and splutter there little squeaks of outrage.



The shrink virus was awesome!

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Kelly lounged lazily on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table. Her shrunken older sister, Gina, stood nearby, arms crossed, still scowling from earlier teasing.



Kelly’s eyes wandered—and then froze. Mom had left her laptop open on the kitchen counter. And not just open. Logged in!



Curious, Kelly pressed a finger to the mosepad and the screen lit up! Her eyes widened when she saw the page: Dr. Hartwell’s shrinkie treatment portal. The regrow medication schedule was right there. Editable.



Kelly’s lips curled into a sly grin. “No way....”



Gina’s eyes darted to the laptop. “What are you doing...?!”



“Oh, relax. Just taking a little look,” Kelly teased, her fingers hovering over the keys.



“Kelly, no!” Gina charged toward the keyboard, but her tiny legs were no match. Kelly easily nudged her aside.



“Aw, as if a little shrimp like you can stop me.” Kelly’s grin widened. With a few quick clicks, she cancelled the re-grow meds. "Six-month waiting list...?" She read aloud, before clicking the cancel tab with a flourish.



Gina’s face turned pale. “You didn't...? Please tell me you didn't?!!”



Kelly just shrugged. “Guess you’re staying fun-sized for a while longer.” She put her feet up and slumped back into the couch with a smug sigh. "Hey, be a good little girl and grab me a soda... Oh and my feet could really use a 'little' foot-rub..."



Gina gasped, "Are you fucking serious!? Who the fuck do you think you a..."



"Oh look..." Kelly interupted. She leaned forward again and hovered over the laptop, "Delete account... That would really slow the process down..."

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Amanda lounged over her bed, her head propped up by her hand with a smug grin curling across her lips. Below her, barely the size of dolls, her shrunken mother and older sister .



Her mother, once the firm authority in the household, now knelt beside her equally tiny and equally bossy daughter, gently combing through her hair with delicate strokes.



Amanda had provided them with a tiny brush—one of her old Barbie accessories—She hadn't expected the scene to play out exactly as it did now. She thought at least her sister would refuse. The stubborn girl hated to be told what to do.



It was amazing what a difference size makes, when doling out orders. She almost wished she started with something worse, like making them dance or something, but quietly coming each others hair, like good little dolls did have a nice humiliating air to it!



"See? Isn’t it nice when you both listen?" Amanda murmured, trying to stifle her joy. She reached out and lazily pushed a finger against the mattress near them, sending a tremor through their tiny bodies, making them stumble against her hand. Her mother scrambled up and hastily continued combing, too afraid to stop.



Her sister sat stiffly, eyes downcast, fists clenched in her lap. She hated this. She hated being reduced to a toy in her little sister’s game. But what choice did she have? Amanda was in control now. She was so big, so strong. They were small. And as long as Amanda could squish them with her hand, they would obey.

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She sat hunched in the corner of the cage, knees pulled to her chest, the cold plastic floor pressing against her bare skin. The stale scent of wood shavings filled her nose, and above her, the wire bars stretched around like the walls of a prison. She had lost track of time—hours? Days? How long had Abi kept her in here?



Her little sister had always been a brat, but this? This was unthinkable. She should have been at college, living her life. Instead, she was stuck in a hamster cage in her sister’s room, reduced to a plaything. Every now and then, Abi would lean over the cage with a smirk, tapping the bars with a fingernail. "Comfy in there?" she’d tease. "Pathetic!"



The thought made her stomach turn. Someone had to notice she was missing. Mom had to be worried by now. Surely, she’d check Abi’s room eventually. Surely, someone would put the pieces together. Right?



She gritted her teeth and grabbed the bars, shaking them with what little strength she had left. They didn’t budge. Above her, the bedroom door creaked open, and heavy footsteps padded across the floor. Not Mom. Not a rescuer. Just Abi, holding a cracker between two fingers like she was feeding a pet.



"You are so noisy, for such a little person!" Abi giggled.

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Zoe sat stiffly in Samantha’s lap, her tiny body barely making an impression against the warmth of her sister’s skin. But the real problem—the real problem—was the deep, plunging neckline of Samantha’s top. The fabric barely contained her curves, dipping low, dangerously low, and Zoe was far too close.



Samantha shifted, and the movement sent a ripple through her chest. She smirked down at her tiny sister, eyes gleaming with amusement. “What’s wrong, little one? You look flustered.”



Zoe crossed her arms over her shrunken frame, heat rising to her cheeks. “Just... Take me home before somone sees me like this!” Zoe was utterly embarsed by her new size.



“Oh, relax. Yyou’re so adorable like this,” Samantha cooed, adjusting her top so it dipped even lower. “Just a tiny thing, completely at my mercy. No escape. No control.”



Zoe opened her mouth to protest.



Then she saw them... Her friends. Walking toward the park, chatting, laughing, oblivious to her.



Her breath hitched. No, no, no.



“Samantha—hide me. Please,” Zoe begged, she was more animated than Sam had seen in ages.



Samantha tilted her head, tapping a manicured finger against her lips, drawing out the moment. Then, she grinned. “Oh, sis. There’s only one place for you…”



Before Zoe could react, warm fingers curled around her, lifting her effortlessly. The next thing she knew, she was being slipped between two enormous boobs, her tiny body pressed against the soft, suffocating heat of her sister’s cleavage.



Zoe gasped, her whole world now Samantha—the smell of her, the warmth of her, the slow rise and fall of her chest. She wiggled, but there was no escape.



Outside, her friends passed by, unaware.



Inside, Zoe burned with silent humiliation.

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GUYS, you are NOT gonna believe this... but my big sister? Not so big anymore.

Presenting: Ashley, the Pocket-Sized Princess!

Caught her stomping around the counter, all grumpy and tiny, so I did what any responsible little sister would do—I stuck her in a jar for safekeeping. She keeps yelling at me to "let her out" and "stop taking pictures," but honestly? She’s way cuter like this.

Swipe for the best part—her little angry face

Should I keep her like this forever? Vote below!

#TinyTemper #ShrunkenSisters #BigSisNoMore #Shrinkie #ShrinkVirus

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At a family barbecue, Zoe suddenly caught the shrink virus, her body quickly dwindled to a speck. With no time to react, she scrambled onto a picnic table, diving behind an ice bucket just as her cousin Kelly strolled over.



Kelly, a blonde with an attitude, had always wanted a shrinkie of her own. She reached for some ice, then paused, her eyes locking onto the tiny, trembling figure just inches away.



For a moment, she just stared. Then, her lips curled into a slow, delighted grin. "Oh, that is adorable," she teased, tilting her head. "You're fucking tiny!?"



Zoe’s stomach twisted. She couldn't speak, fear ebbed through her tiny naked body as her nemesis glared down at her.



"This is, just... Amazing! Come here you little freak...!"

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Zoey knew the shrink App could only shrink things, the ads always said it.



So why was her older sister Kelly standing on her desk, barely taller than a bottle of nail polish, stamping her feet like some kind of tiny, furious hamster?



"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Kelly shrieked, her tiny hands flailing as she tried to keep her balance on the wooden surface. "Zoey, I swear, if this is some kind of joke..."



"It’s not a joke!" Zoey panic was obvious. "Oh my God, this is bad. This is really bad."



"You think?!" Kelly stomped toward the edge of the desk and immediately flinched back. "Oh my God, this is so high up. I’m gonna die up here."



"You’re not gonna die, just stay put, okay?" Zoey said, her mind racing. It was supposed to be a bit of fun. The shrink App wasn't supposed to shrink actual people!



Kelly, meanwhile, was starting to panic. The sort of panic that manifested itself in anger. "What did you do to me!?"



"The... The shrink App..," Zoey muttered.



Kelly snapped. "Fix it!"



"I will! Just..." Zoey hesitated. The longer Kelly stood on the desk, pacing back and forth like a little wind-up toy, the more nervous Zoey got. What if she tripped? What if she slipped between the desk and the wall? What if she fell off entirely?



Zoey didn’t even think; She just reached out and gently scooped Kelly into her hands.



"OH MY GOD, ZOEY!" Kelly shrieked indignantly, as she was lifted into the air.. "Put me down! PUT ME DOWN!" She hated it. Hated how easily Zoey could hold her still, how little effort it took. Every shift of Zoey’s fingers reminded Kelly just how pathetically small she was. She wasn’t even a person right now; just a fragile little thing her kid sister could scoop up and carry around like a lost earring or something.



"No!" Zoey held her firmly but carefully. "You’re tiny! You could fall and break something... Or worse!"



"Worse! How can this be any worse?!" Kelly squirmed, kicking her legs uselessly. "Zoey, I swear, if you don’t put me down right now..."



"Kelly, stop moving!" Zoey said, tightening her grip slightly. "I’m trying to keep you safe!"



Kelly groaned, going limp in Zoey’s hands. "Ugh! This is so humiliating."

Zoey sighed and carefully sat down on her bed, cradling Kelly in her palm like a fragile little bird. "Okay, let’s just think for a second. I need to reverse this, and until I do, I have to make sure you don’t get hurt."



Kelly glared up at her. "I don’t like where this is going..."



Zoey pursed her lips. "I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst idea to keep you somewhere secure until I fix this..." She said, sliding a small cage from under her bed.



Kelly’s face twisted in horror, "No way?!"



"Not like a that bad!" Zoey rushed to clarify. "Just, you know… something safe. Something enclosed. So you don’t, like… Get stepped on or something!"



"Oh my God." Kelly pressed a tiny hand to her forehead. "I cannot believe you are actually considering this. I am your sister, Zoey, not a fucking hamster!"



"Well, you’re basically hamster-sized right now!" Zoey argued.



Kelly gasped dramatically. "You did not just say that."



"Okay, It'll just be until i can figure out how to fix this..."



With a bump Kelly landed on the plastic floor of the garish enclosure.

Zoey took a deep breath, staring at her tiny, angry sister. "Okay. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to sort this out. You’re going to stay in there and not run around, yelling like a panicked mouse!"



"If you don’t fix this, I swear, I'll...."



Zoey rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Just stay put."



Kelly groaned. "I hate you."



"Yeah, yeah." Zoey carefully clicked closed the metal door.



Kelly yelled and threatened her while she googled frantically.

The tiny girl was driving her completely insane, but she was the cutest thing ever!



Maybe a few days in there might make her a nicer sister... Who knows, a week and she might even be less of a bitch permanently.

Zoey smiled to herself as her thoughts danced around the same idea.



Having a tiny sister might actually be pretty cool...

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With the advent of the new shrinkie registration laws, anyone could own one if they were lucky enough to find one. And right now, Chrissie was the jackpot.



One second, she was mid-air, going for the spike. The next—boom—the world exploded outward, and she was falling.



She hit the gym floor with a tiny thud and for half a second, there was silence. Then...



"She shrank!"



Everything erupted.



Bodies lunged. Hands slammed down. Sneakers screeched against the polished floor as girls dived for her.



"Get her!"



Chrissie scrambled backward, heart hammering. This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t some panic. They weren’t trying to help her. They were trying to grab her!



She spun to run, but the floor felt miles wide. Her tiny legs barely got her anywhere before...



Boom. A shadow.



A hand grabbed her waist, fingers locking around her like a cage.



"Gotcha!"



Chrissie gasped, struggling, but it was useless. She was trapped.

She looked up. Amanda. Her team captain. Smirking.



"No way! How cool is this!?"



Chrissie’s stomach dropped as her mouth chirped a tiny 'eep!'

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Emma rolled her eyes as she dangled her shrunken freind between her fingers. "You keep running that little mouth, and I swear, you’re asking for it."



Sophie, arms crossed even as she dangled helplessly, shot back, "You can’t just...!"



"Yeah, yeah, I can," Emma cut her off, already unbuttoning her blouse. "Blah, blah, blah...."



Before Sophie could fire off another snarky comeback, Emma unceremoniously dropped her right into the warm, stuffy space between her boobs.



Sophie squirmed instantly, shoving at the walls of skin pressing in on her, as Emma's hand pushed her deeper. "Emma, what the fuck?! Let me... mmph!"



Emma just smirked, poking Emma whenever the tiny girl seemed to find some sense of balance. "Stop struggling, shrimp." She adjusted her blouse like nothing had happened. "Might wanna rethink that attitude, before I put you a little lower..."

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Emma lounged on her bed, scrolling TikTok with a wicked smirk. Her red hair cascading down her back, almost reaching her sweatpants. Propped against her knee, a trembling foot tall wreck, was her older sister Kelsey.



Once a poised five-foot-eight, Kelsey now shivered, her face barely containing the anger and humiliation that filled her tiny body. Her bum throbbed from an earlier spanking. Emma’s thumb had left a red welt after Kelsey’s pathetic attempts at defiance.



“Em... Come on...Grow me back...” Kelsey whined, a pathetic chirp barely audible over the TikTok audio. She sighed as she tugged at her ill-fitting outfit, another 'bit of fun' from her monstrous sister. Emma knew how much Kelsey hasted pink and the shorts kept sliding up to expose her hips.



She’d tried everything. Yelling about telling their mom, then begging with promises to clean Emma’s room. All it got her was a few flicks across her bottom that hurt a lot more than she would ever let the gigantic girl ever realise.



It started last night when Kelsey tapped 'Shrinkr', a glitchy app she thought was a filter, only to wake up tiny, with Emma locking the reversal behind a password and declaring Kelsey her 'pet sister'.



Emma glanced down and giggled as she plucked Kelsey up by her waist, dangling her over the bed like a squirming kitten.



“No way, shrimp! You’re my new TikTok star!” Emma teased, spinning her until her shorts slid away, leaving her sister kicking in just her tiny top as she squealed. “Look at that little butt... Still pink from your timeout! Let’s film you dancing next.” Emma plopped her back down, where Kelsey landed with a soft thud, scrambling to cover herself as Emma swiped to a new video, chuckling. “Sooo Adorable, 'big' sis. You’re going viral tonight.”

She reached down and pinched the pink top,

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Brittany pulled of her shades and squinted at a small rustling of leaks a few feet away from her. She was trying to relax in her yard but the idea of some creepy crawly near her gave her the ik!



Then, tumbling free, 3 tiny bodies bundled over themselves.



Brittany smirked.



She recognized them instantly. The Anderson sisters; Sarah, Emily, and that snivelling little bitch, whatever her name was. shrunk down to the size of bugs, scurrying across her yard!



Sipping her iced coffee with exaggerated calm, she set it aside and propped herself up on one elbow. No need to rush, they weren’t going anywhere. Not with those tiny legs!



Her shadow alone swallowed them whole.



They froze when they realized she’d spotted them, clutching at each other in blind panic.



“Ok...” Brittany drawled, stretching her legs out languidly, her freshly manicured toes, painted a mocking bubblegum pink, looming toward them as she stretched out her legs. “Why are you freaks always in trouble?”



Sarah, the eldest, puffed herself up, or tried to, anyway. “We shrank,” she stammered in a squeaky whisper. “It was an accident... We just need to get home.”



Brittany snorted, rolling her eyes. “Oh, boo-hoo. And I’m supposed to care because…?”



Sarah opened her mouth, but Brittany cut her off with a dramatic yawn, flexing her toes inches from them. “You know you’re trespassing, right? My yard, my rules. You’re basically breaking and entering... Or, well, breaking and scampering.”



Emily stumbled back, her tiny legs wobbling, while the littlest one—Lizzy? Lila? Who cared?—let out a pathetic whimper, tears streaking her dirt-smudged face.



Brittany leaned forward with a sinister glare. “Honestly, I could just flick you all into the pool and call it a day. Or maybe…” She paused for effect, savouring their dread. “I could scoop you up and keep you as my little pets. I’ve got an old pickle jar upstairs, smells awful, but you’d fit right in.”



She giggled, the sound booming over them. “Or... Here’s a fun one; You could kiss my feet. Show some respect to the giant goddess whose lawn you’re defiling.”



Sarah’s jaw tightened, her tiny fists clenching. “You can’t be serious.”



Brittany arched a brow, lifting her foot and dangling it above them, the shadow engulfing their puny bodies. “Oh, I’m dead serious, you fucking speck!” She wiggled her toes, the faint scent of her coconut lotion wafting down like a humiliating cloud, that carried a stale stench with it.



“Kiss it,” she commanded, “or I’ll squish you with it...”



The sisters exchanged frantic glances, their pride crumbling under the weight of her gaze. Brittany nudged her foot closer, the tip of her big toe brushing Sarah’s chest and sending her sprawling into the grass with a yelp.



“Oops,” Brittany cooed, barely stifling a laugh.



Sarah jumped to her feet, a defensive reaction that made her pause once up. The enormous foot really was terrifying. She grimaced, as the toes splayed and Brittany shot her a knowing glare.



Kissing the sweaty gap between Brittany’s toes, toe jam smearing her lips as Brittany snickered. Emily followed, gagging at the sticky grime, while Lila sobbed, her tear-streaked face brushing the sour filth. “Adorable,” Brittany cooed, wiggling her toes to flick more at them.

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Lara squeaked, skittering across the carpet, her tiny, naked body quivering as she tried to hide behind the couch.



The shrink virus had hit her that morning and she had managed to hide from her nasty sister for hours, despite a pile of her clothes slumped in the middle of the lounge. A clear clue to anyone with half a braincell that a shrinkie was close by, but Elise wasn't the sharpest girl in the world, which was a small mercy to the tiny girl.



"Hey... Wait a minute..."



'Oh crap!" Laura thought, 'She's figured it out...'



A shadow loomed, and she froze. Her younger sister smirked down at her with a vicious grin. “The shrink virus...!" Her mind was racing, "You... Holy shit, you're fucking tiny!"



Lara tried to run but her sisters clammy hand grabbed her before she could get very far. “This is... Amazing! Oh my god, I’m totally registering you!”



Lara’s protests were drowned out as Elise flopped onto the couch, whipping out her phone to upload a picture of her feisty little pet into the registry forms. A few minutes was all it took before



'Ping'



Elise received a text: Shrinkie #44567 successfully registered....Blah, blah, blah... Property of Elise Blackwell.



“No way! That was too easy!” Elise laughed. Eyeing Lara’s helpless fury, her grin turned crueller. “Hey, pet, my feet ache from jogging... Rub them.”



Lara bristled, crossing her arms over her boobs. But Elise’s smile vanished. “Do it, or else.”



Lara shook her head angrily, despite her size, but Elise’s hand swooped down, flipping her over.



Smack!



A stinging spank landed on Lara’s tiny ass, her cry sharp as Elise’s fingertip left a red mark. “Rub. My. Feet...” Elise snapped, slamming her sweaty foot onto the cushion.



Tiny trembling hands pressed into Elise’s rank sole, the sour stench of sweat choking the tiny girl. Elise reclined, triumphant. “Good girl...” she sighed.

[jopitty]

A year ago, it went wrong at Westfield High. Some dumb science experiment went totally wrong, shrinking anyone unlucky enough to be anywhere near it.



That basically meant the intire campus! Football players, cheerleaders, the whole school, all shrank to a few inches tall.



The mess couldn’t be fixed, so the state sent them, still tiny, to Eastbridge High, their old rival school, where giant kids waited to gloat!



Darcie, a shrunken Westfield cheerleader, stood trembling on Zoe Kendal’s desk. At four inches tall, she was helpless, assigned as a study partner to her smug Eastbridge rival. Zoe had brought her home, grinning, and now the torment was starting.



“Oh my god, Darcie! You’re soo cute!” Zoe laughed. She flipped a glass over Darcie, trapping her. “Don’t forget to smile, or do I have to punish you again?” Her giant fingers waved a Q-tip, and Darcie’s stomach dropped.



Last time, Zoe had wiggled it under her tiny skirt, poking her until she cried.



“Um… No… Don’t punish me again… I’ll dance…!” Darcie squeaked, terrified.



The ridiculousness was awful, how the hell did Zoe Kendal get the nerve to pick on her!? Small or not, she was still the head cheerleader, not some geeky band girl!

[jopitty]

Honestly, I’m so over this. I hate being tiny, just stuck in my little sisters world, barely noticed except when she wants me to do something humiliating!



"Hey, rub my feet for a minute?" she says, not even looking at me. It’s the same thing every time. What am I supposed to do, say no and get in trouble? Yeah, no thanks. She's 3 years younger than me and, like a thousand times bigger!



Her fat fingers light up her laptop and I see it! A headline flash on the screen.



"BREAKING NEWS: Possible Cure for Shrinking Virus Discovered!"



Wait... what? I blink and do a double take. A cure? Could this actually be real? My heart races for a second, and I sit up straight. Maybe, just maybe, I can get back to normal. I mean, no more foot rubs, no more spankings for saying no to some dumb dance for her dumb friends!?



But.. I can’t just ask Emma about it. If I do, she’ll probably just laugh in my face. She’s not gonna want me back to normal. She likes having me tiny. Obviously she does! I see that smirk everyday!



I’ve gotta play this cool. I can’t just ask her directly.



"Hey, Em," I try to sound casual, like it’s no big deal. "Did you see this article on your laptop?"



She looks down at me for a second, then glances at the screen. "What article?" she's still scrolling on her phone, not really caring.



I point to the screen, keeping my voice all chill. "This one. About a cure for the shrinking virus. Kinda wild, right?"



Emma just shrugs, like she’s heard it all before. "Eh, probably fake. Who even knows if that’s real?" She waves her hand dismissively, not even bothering to look at it for more than a second.



I try not to let it get to me, but I can’t help it. I’m so tired of being tiny. I just want to be... normal again. “I don’t know. Wouldn’t it be nice if it worked though? I mean, maybe we could...”



She cuts me off with a snort. "Why would I care about that? Do you really think I would actually un-shrink you! Who would swap a pet for a bully!? !It’s way more fun when you’re all... squirmy." She smirks, like she’s proud of it.



I feel my stomach sink. "What... You’re kidding!?" I snap, suddenly mad. "You can't..."



She raises an eyebrow, looking at me like I’m overreacting. "What’s the big deal? So you're a little 'smaller'... You don't ever have to do anything, no homework, no gym! Just the occasional foot rub..." She splayed out her toes, wriggling them around. "speaking of which..."



I glare at her. “How can you say that!? Being tiny is hell! Emma, I had to dance yesterday for a cookie crumb!"



She giggled. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that.... Hilarious!"



I can feel my blood start to boil. This is ridiculous. I’m not some pet she can just play with. I’m her sister... I'm her BIG sister!



But before I can say anything else, Emma’s hand shoots out, and in one smooth motion, she grabs me by the waistband of my jeans and yanks me up.



WEDGIE.



I squeak, totally caught off guard, as my undies cut into me. She lets me dangle, in pain, for a few seconds. "Stop bugging me, bug!" she says, laughing as she lets go and drops me back down.



I’m standing there, totally mortified, just blinking up at her. I try to straighten up, but my bits are on fire, and my Barbie panties are shoved way too far up! "You are so annoying," I manage to say, my voice wobbly from the stinging discomfort.



She just grins at me, that smug look on her face. "You’ll get used to it. Besides, it’s kinda funny watching you get all mad."



I fume for a second, until she raises an eyebrow, "Chop, chop...!" she commands, wriggling her toes again.

[jopitty]

Okay, whatever, this is fine. Totally fine. I’m back in this massive classroom, no big deal. Mom’s all, “Oh sweetie, school will get you back to normal!” Uh, hello? I’m five inches tall now! Nothing’s normal about this! But sure, I’ll play it cool.



God, I used to own this place at 5’6”! Now I’m just… this tiny little thing. And this grey Barbie-knockoff outfit? It’s whatever, I guess. Could be worse, right? Being shrunk was already a lot, so looking like some off-brand doll isn’t that bad. I’m chill about it.



My hair, though? It used to be the thing that everyone said about me! Long, straight, glossy, like, on point every single day. I’d spend forever getting it just right; flat iron, serum, the works. People noticed it, you know?



Now? Now it’s this sad little mess, yanked up into these dumb, childish buns. Why? Cause my bratty little sister won’t quit treating me like her personal dress-up doll. She’s always grabbing at me with her sticky hands, combing it, tugging it, giggling like it’s a game. I’m five inches tall, not a toy!



It wouldn't be so bad if I could just avoid her, but stuck in that dollhouse all day, I'm a sitting duck!



So yeah, school again. Where everyone’s gonna see me like this. No more popularity, no squad, no vibe. Just me, five-inch Jenna, dodging feet like it’s no problem. I’m not freaking out or anything. Stomach’s a little off, but I’m good...

[jopitty]

“Ughhh, This is so humiliating…”



She had tried to reason with her mom before they left the house. Pleaded, even. But her mom just insisted with that cheery voice: “It’s safer this way, Malissa! You’re still tiny!”



Yeah. Tiny. That didn’t mean she had to be paraded around Target in the kiddie seat like she needed a Sippy cup and Goldfish crackers!



“I’m not a baby,” she muttered for the tenth time, trying to wriggle free.



And then she heard it.



Voices. Familiar ones!



Oh no.



Her blood ran cold as she turned and saw them coming down the aisle!

Brittany, Tasha, Lexi, Tess and Becky! Her old friends. The ones who hadn’t seen her since before the virus.

They were laughing, chatting, arms full of iced coffees and makeup kits… and then they spotted her.



“Wait... Malissa?!” Brittany gasped, eyes going wide.



Tasha stopped mid-sip of her drink. “Oh my god… is that her? Is she in the cart?”



Malissa froze, her face flushing red as heat climbed up her neck. “No, no, no,” she whispered, trying to shrink even smaller, ducking her head behind the cart handle. It was no use.



They were already walking toward her.



“Malissa!” Lexi giggled with way too much delight. “You’re so tiny! This is crazy!”



“She’s literally strapped into the baby seat,” Brittany said, not even trying to hide her grin. “Is that one of those seats they use for actual toddlers?”



“It’s for safety,” Malissa mumbled, wishing she could disappear. “It’s just so I don’t fall…”



Tasha leaned in, resting her elbows on the cart edge. “You look like you’re about to get pushed over to the colouring books and the juice boxes.”



Malissa wanted to scream.



“Mom, please,” she whispered urgently. “Can you take me out? Right now?”



But her mom had already turned to the girls with a big, friendly smile. “Hi, girls! Oh, it’s so nice to see you again. Yes, Malissa’s still adjusting to everything. It’s just easier to keep her safe in here.”



Malissa’s jaw dropped. Mom, why?!



Tasha giggled. “Well, she is pretty cute like this.”



“I think it’s adorable,” Brittany added with a smirk. “Like, look at her little legs. Does she get a snack cup too?”



The girls burst out laughing as Malissa sank as far into the seat as she could.



She’d never live this down.



Ever!

[jopitty]

The worst part wasn’t the size thing.



It wasn’t the hamster cage. It wasn’t the plastic wheel that squeaked every time she accidentally leaned too hard on it, or the dumb little house thing her niece added “for fun.” It wasn’t even the giant water bottle she had to sip from like a rodent.



No.



The worst part was those cookies!



Sitting there, all golden and gooey and ridiculously oversized now. Aunt Liv’s stomach had been growling for hours.



Tasha, her teenage niece and absolute pain in the ass, sat across from her, phone in hand, recording. Again. “Alright, Auntie Liv...” she said, sing-song, “let’s try this one more time, okay?”



Liv crossed her arms. “No chance.”



Tasha tilted her head. “Still holding out? Even with no breakfast, no lunch, and just one soggy popcorn kernel for dinner last night?”



“I’m not dancing for your little TikTok Tasha!”



Tasha rolled her eyes dramatically. “Ugh, fine. Guess I’ll just leave this giant, delicious, fresh-baked cookie right here.” She slid the plate forward, so close the smell practically punched Liv in the face.



Her stomach gurgled, betraying her attempt at pride.



Liv had lasted this long. Weeks, actually. Through the teasing, the stupid doll clothes, the humiliating hamster accessories, the time Tasha spanked her so hard that her bottom still held the red throb. She’d put up with it all, chin high, attitude sharp.



But this?



This was a low blow.



“Okay guys,” Tasha said, flipping her camera to selfie mode, “my tiny aunt is so close to cracking. She swore she’d never do it, but like… look at this cookie. I’d dance for it, and I’m normal-sized...”



Liv turned away, fists clenched.



“I mean,” Tasha continued, “all she has to do is the viral dance. Arm wave, hip wiggle, little spin. You know the one. If she does it, she gets the cookie. If not, I eat it. Sooo…”



A beat.



Then another stomach growl. Louder. Ruder.



“Ugh!” Liv spun around. “Fine. One dance. One bite. And you don’t post it.”



Tasha gave her an innocent look that didn’t fool a soul. “Cross my heart.”



Liv stepped to the middle of the cage, the plastic floor creaking faintly under her tiny bare feet. She took a breath, raised one arm. Waved it. Did the hip wiggle (hating her life), and the spin (nearly tripped, caught herself, extra rage).



Tasha burst into full-blown laughter. “That was incredible. You looked like a confused squirrel. Oh my god—TikTok’s gonna eat this up.”



“You said you wouldn’t...!”



“I'm like, a bazillion times bigger than you freak! I can say what I like!” Tasha said, grinning.



Liv stormed up to the bars, grabbing them tight. “You evil little brat...”



And then the cookie landed in front of her.



A chunk, still warm, gooey chocolate like a beacon of hope.



She froze.



Tasha winked. “You earned it, munchkin...”



Liv slowly knelt down, took a bite—and wow, okay, she almost forgave her right then and there. Almost.



She glared up, crumbs stuck to her lip. “You are the most annoying niece in existence.”



Tasha leaned in with her phone. “Say it louder. The mic didn’t catch it.”

[jopitty]

“Let me make one thing clear,” Tessa shouted up at her team mates. “I might be small, but I am still head cheerleader!”



Lexi raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, ponytail swinging. “Uh-huh. Sure, Short Stack.”



“I’m serious! Shrinking doesn’t change anything! It just means I need, like, custom uniforms.”



“Or Barbie clothes,” Lexi snorted.



Tessa bristled. At barely five inches tall, she had to plant her fists on her hips to look even remotely commanding. It might’ve worked, if she hadn’t been standing next to a discarded pom-pom twice her size.



“This is temporary! I’m on the waiting list for the antidote. Two weeks, tops.”



Lexi huffed a nonchalant puff of air that told the tiny girl that she was uninterested in her being restored. She plopped down on the floor, sneakers thudding dangerously close. “A lot can happen in two weeks. Especially when the team needs someone full-sized to lead the Homecoming routine.”



Tessa crossed her arms. “You’re actually trying to steal my spot!”



Lexi shrugged, casual. “Not stealing. Just… filling in. Being helpful. Unlike someone who literally can’t climb the bleachers without help.”



“Yeah, well... I'mstill in charge!”



“Oh really?” Lexi leaned in closer, her shadow falling over Tessa like a cloud. “Then maybe you should start acting like it..." She kicked of her grimy sneakers and reached for her tiny captain, "How about leading by example?”



Tessa blinked, stepping away “What does that even mean?”



Lexi pinched Tessa up and dropped her against her bare foot. “It means chop-chop, Shorty. The girls love a good post-practice footrub.”



“You’re joking!”



Lexi leaned back, stretching. “C’mon. Team spirit, right?”



Tessa hesitated. She glanced at Lexi’s foot. Enormous, slightly damp, aggressively wriggling toes. Then at the team, still practicing in the distance, totally unaware their ex-captain was being ordered around like some kind of spa gremlin.



“I’m not a foot rub shrinkie,” she muttered.



Lexi arched a brow. “You’re not the captain anymore either, babe. You know the rules...”



Miniaturized citizens shall defer to the authority of full-sized individuals in all public and private spaces


'The stupid law was supposed to be to keep shrinkies safe, not as a way for dumb bitches to humiliate us!' Tessa thought. But she wasn't about to risk losing her place on the waiting list!



She clenched her jaw… then placed one tiny hand against Lexi’s toe.



“Ewe!” it was sooo damp!



Lexi smirked. “Good little shrimpie shrinkie...”



Tessa glared up at her rival as her fingers kneaded grudgingly. Lexi wiggled her toes again, clearly enjoying every second.



Oh, Tessa was going to kick Lexi's but as soon as she was big enough! Lexi was going down.



But for now?



Ugh... Go. Team...

[jopitty]

Lena kicked back by the pool, watching her older sister Jessica and her friend Joanne. Both had shrunk down to the size of toddlers, curtesy of that amazing ShrinkVirus!



Jessica was gripping the edge of the pool, trying to pull herself up, with Joanne struggling behind her.



“Come on, Jo,” Lena said, grinning. “You got this.”



Jessica shot her a glare. “Shut up,” she muttered, still trying to climb. But before she could get anywhere, Lena nudged her with her foot, flicking her back into the water.



“Oops,” Lena teased, "Do you guys need some help, you know, from a normal sized person?”



Jessica’s face turned red with frustration. She hated Lena, she was so smug now that she was bigger.



Lena raised her foot, placing it lightly on Jessica’s tiny hand. “Hey, freak," she giggled. "How about a foot rub?”



She couldn’t help but laugh as Jessica scowled up at her, utterly powerless.

[jopitty]

The bell over the door gave a tired little jingle, like even it didn’t want to be here.



Amber sighed, tucked her hair behind her ear, and forced on the fake smile the manager insisted on. "Welcome to Mel’s Diner..."



“Oh my god,” drawled a familiar voice. “Do they actually make you wear that hat?”



Amber didn’t need to look up. She already knew exactly who had just walked in.



Chelsea Camden. Her highness. Queen of snark.



Chelsea strutted in, took off her sunglasses like she expected a round of applause, and wrinkled her nose at the linoleum floor. “Smells like fries and crushed dreams.”



Amber held her tongue. Just turned back to the milkshake machine and pretended to be busy. Her hands were shaking. Not from Chelsea, not really. There was that strange flutter in her chest again. That weightlessness. Like her limbs were humming.



Chelsea clacked up to the counter, leaned forward, and gave a big mock-sweet smile. “Tragic that you’re stuck here all summer. I’m doing a road trip with Brie and Sienna. You remember them, right? They’re the ones who don’t work in diners.”



Amber’s raised an eyebrow enough to say, whatever and it seemed to do the trick. Chelsea had pulled out her phone having apparently lost interest.



A couple of minutes went by and Chelsea held up her phone “This place sucks...” She said without looking up. “This needs to go on my story. Like, immediately!”



Amber opened her mouth to say something. To tell her to fuck off or at least walk away, but something made her pause. Some strange gut feeling that held her there.



Chelsea smiled at her screen, adjusting the angle. “God, the lighting in here is, ugh, what is this, fluorescent? Why is it making my nose look weird?”

She snapped a selfie, typed a quick caption, and rolled her eyes at herself. “#TragicDinerVibes.”



When she finally looked up again.



The counter was empty.



“…Hello?” she said, frowning.



No answer.



Amber wasn’t there.



Chelsea straightened up, confused. “Where’d you go?”



She leaned sideways, peering into the kitchen door. Nothing. She knocked on the counter. Still nothing.



With a dramatic huff, she walked toward the counter hatch.



“Are you seriously hiding from me? What are you, twelve?”



Then she tripped on something. With a annoyed yelp she stumbled back, catching herself on a stool.



Her eyes dropped to the floor. Amber’s uniform. Shoes. Apron. All of it.

Lying in a limp little heap on the floor.



Chelsea stared at it. Blinking once. Twice.



At first, she laughed. “Oh my god. Do you have to change back here? No staff room? That’s actually hilarious.”



She crouched down to poke the clothes with one manicured finger.



Not folded. Not tossed. Just… collapsed. Like someone had been inside them one second and then...



Her eyes went wide.



“No way,” she whispered.



A slow grin curled across her face. That kind of grin that says oh, this just got fun.



She dropped to her knees, scanning the floor.



“Amber?” she said sweetly. Too sweet. Like cotton candy dipped in poison. “Did you seriously catch it? You shrunk?”



Her voice dropped to a delighted whisper. “Ohhh… you did! You really did!”



She giggled and crawled forward, eyes sweeping along the base of the counters, under the ice machine, between the mop bucket and the fridge.



“Where are you, little diner girl?” she sang. “Come on out…”



She tilted her head, smile widening.



“You know I’m gonna find you...!”