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[jopitty]

Sophie let herself into Kelsey’s room without knocking. Totally normal, it wasn’t like she hadn’t done it a hundred times before. The place smelled faintly like cherry shampoo and some candle that had been left burning too long. But it was weirdly quiet.



“Kelsey?” she called out, stepping over a pair of sneakers. No reply.

She was halfway to flopping down on the bed when she heard a weird noise. Like… squeaky footsteps? Or a bug scurrying?



She paused, turned toward the desk, and froze.



There, standing between a hairbrush and a bottle of nail polish, was a girl.



A tiny girl.



Kelsey!



Her jaw dropped. “Oh my God!”



Sophie rushed away and crawled up into a ball, her tiny back convulsing as she tried to keep back her tears. She whimpered something but Sophie couldn’t hear, her voice barely a squeak.



“Holy crap! Kelsey?! Is that you?!”



Kelsey slowly peer over her shoulder and shuddered at the colossal face looming behind her.



Sophie leaned in, her breath blowing Kelsey’s hair back. “This is insane! You're, like… 5 inches tall or something!” she said with a giddy laugh. “This is so cool! You’re adorable!”



Reaching out she gently poked her with the tip of one finger, giggling when Kelsey fell forwards with almost no resistance. “You’re like a little doll! I can’t believe this is real!”



Kelsey sat back up, dizzy, humiliated. She turned away, hugging her knees, not wanting Sophie to see the tears forming.



Sophie didn’t even notice. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered, setting her hand down beside the tiny girl. “Come here. I wanna hold you.”



Kelsey didn’t move. She didn’t want to. But to Sophie, it just looked like she was being shy.



“Aw, don’t be like that,” she said sweetly. “I'm not going to hurt you...”



She curled her fingers around Kelsey carefully, scooping her up like a delicate animal, smiling ear to ear as Kelsey squirmed in her hand.



Kelsey didn’t scream.



Not because she wasn’t terrified, but because she knew Sophie wouldn’t hear her.



She was too busy enjoying this.

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Miss Barker had been in the shrinkie pet store for weeks!



She wasn’t sure which was worse, the sticky fingerprints on the glass from curious kids, the booming questions from customers who assumed she couldn’t understand them, or the humiliating way the teenage clerks scooped her up like a hamster and plopped her back down when they were bored.



Her enclosure was just a basic glass box with some basic furniture inside. A miniature water bottle, a doll bed, and some novelty clothes she refused to wear. Above her, a handwritten label read:



NAME: Nibbles. AGE: Mid 30s? VERY CUTE! GOOD FOR FIRST-TIME OWNERS.



She’d tried yelling. Screaming. Clawing at the walls. But no one listened. Or if they did, they just laughed.



Today, like most days, she sat in the corner of her cage, arms folded, silently seething as a mother lifted her toddler up for a closer look.



Then the bell above the door jingled.



Miss Barker barely glanced up.



And then she heard a familiar voice.



“Oh my God. Is that...? No way!”



Miss Barker stood up, her heart thudding. She pressed herself to the glass.

“Marissa!” she shouted. “Marissa! Over here!”



The giant girl was never much of a student and truth be told was actually kind of a brat, but a familiar face is an oasis after weeks of giant gawping strangers.



The teenager turned, puzzled, scanning the tank. Her eyes landed on the 4 inch-high woman pounding the glass with both fists.



Her jaw dropped. “Miss Barker?!”



Miss Barker nodded furiously, her whole body trembling. “Yes! Yes, it’s me! You have to help me...!”



As she leaned closer, her eyes widened as if a she'd seen a ghost.



“Whoa… you look so pathetic.”



Miss Barker blinked. “...What?” She stopped jumping and her heart sank.



Marissa smirked. “I used to hate your class, y’know. You always picked on me for being late. For not doing my homework.”



The tiny ex-teacher gulped at her own foolishness, “That doesn’t matter now! Just get me out of here... Please!”



Marissa laughed. “Oh my God, this is hilarious. You’re, like… what, a few inch's tall? And in a cage?”



Miss Barker’s fists clenched. “I’m a person.”



Marissa grinned, tapping the glass. “Not anymore.” She turned to the counter. “Hey! How much for the mad-looking one in the corner?”



The teenage clerk, chewing gum and scrolling her phone, barely looked up. “That one? Uh… twenty bucks. Comes with the outfit, but she wont keep it on!”



Marissa giggled. “Ha, not a problem!”



Miss Barker backed away from the glass, eyes wide. “Wait. Wait, no. Don’t...!”



But the clerk was already unlocking the tank. A rush of cool air hit Miss Barker’s naked skin before two enormous fingers descended on her, pinching her around the waist.



“Here ya go,” the clerk said casually, lifting her out.



Miss Barker squirmed and kicked, shouting in panic, but it only made the girl roll her eyes.



“She’s kind of loud,” the clerk muttered.



“Yeah, I can tell,” Marissa said, extending both hands eagerly.



With zero ceremony, the clerk dropped the shrunken woman into Marissa’s waiting palms. The panicked scramble slowly stopped when she looked up at the smirking face above her.



The teenager’s fingers curled up around her, making her gasp.



“Awesome...,” Marissa whispered with a grin that was all teeth. “Don’t worry, Miss Bar... Sorry 'Nibbles'" she corrected herself with a giggle, "I’ll take real good care of you.”

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Jessica couldn’t believe what was happening.



Kayla. Tiny, helpless, and perched like a kitten on her lap.



The squad had actually brought her along.



“Are we seriously doing this?” Jessica muttered as she sat down, folding her arms.



Amber just grinned. “Come on, it’s cute! Kayla’s still part of the team.”



Jessica looked down at the 12 inch-tall cheerleader adjusting her miniature uniform and posing for selfies. Still part of the team?



Kayla had the shrink virus! That should’ve been the end of her little reign. Former captain, former control freak, former everything. But no! Some of the girls were still calling her “Cap” like she wasn’t some pathetic barbie doll!



Jessica had followed orders from her for two years. She’d watched Kayla lead, dominate, outshine... Uuntil she got zapped down to pocket-size by the virus.



And now she was sitting in Jessica’s lap like a little accessory.



The squad snapped another photo.



Kayla stood up and did a tiny cheer move, arms raised, megawatt smile. Like this was some weird performance art instead of a complete humiliation.



Jessica raised an eyebrow and adjusted her posture, letting her knee rise and tilt forward slightly. Kayla stumbled a bit, letting out a soft squeak and grabbing onto Jessica’s thigh to keep from tumbling.



Jessica glanced down at her, voice syrupy sweet. “Careful you little freak...”



Kayla looked up, confused.



Jessica leaned in, her grin growing. “Don’t want you falling. You might be a mascot now, but that doesn't mean you're unbreakable.”



Kayla blinked, clearly unsure if that was a joke.



Jessica tapped her finger against the tiny girl's side. “I can't believe I used to take orders from you. Crazy, huh?”



Kayla didn’t respond.



Jessica’s smile sharpened. “I'm going to make sure that you never forget this tour...”



Kayla swallowed. The squad was still laughing and taking photos, none of them noticing the quiet shift happening right there on Jessica’s lap.

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Kendra couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips as she walked through the fairground, with her freind Jessica trotting beside her.



Well, trotting might’ve been generous. At two feet tall, the former queen bee had to nearly jog to keep up, her little legs working double time to stay at Kendra’s side.



The fair was crowded, loud, and actually quite frightening, especially when your head barely cleared most people’s hips!



People stared, but Jessica did her best to hold her head high, pretending she didn’t notice.



But Kendra definitely noticed.



She hadn’t stopped noticing since the moment she got the text:



“Jess tested positive. She's shrinking.”



It was like the sky had opened and rained pure karma!



No more smug smirks. No more backhanded compliments or sucking all the attention out of every room. Jessica had been that girl. Now she was that little girl.



And Kendra wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.



They met up with a few more friends near the Ferris wheel, laughing and joking. Jessica tried to chime in, but her squeaky, high-pitched voice got lost in the noise.



Kendra glanced down at her, then leaned in with a grin.

“You look a bit flustered, are we walking to fast for your little legs?”



Jessica blinked. “Uh… kinda. Why?”



Kendra didn’t answer. She just reached down , fast, and yanked Jessica’s shorts to her ankles!



There was a split-second pause… then the whole group burst out laughing.



Jessica squealed, yanking them back up as her face turned bright red. “Kendra! What the hell?!”



“Aww, don’t be shy,” Kendra snorted. “You’ve shown off way more than that on Insta, babe.”



Even a few strangers passing by giggled, she had never been so embaressed!



Kendra leaned in, smiling sweetly. “Relax. It’s just a joke. You used to dish it out all the time, remember?”



Jessica didn’t reply. She just stood there, holding her waistband tight and trembling slightly.



Kendra straightened, linking arms with one of the other girls. “Come on, let’s grab food. Don’t worry, Jess, we’ll slow down for you.”



As they walked off, Jessica trailed behind them in silence, cheeks still burning.

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The roof lifted and the walls folded around, but it didn't really matter. Grace's makeshift home was so flimsy, she could see through every open join or arched window anyway.



She didn’t move.



Two fingers slipped in and closed around her waist, lifting her effortlessly into the air.



Grace didn’t squeal. She didn’t struggle. She didn’t even blink.



Being randomly plucked up like a squeaky toy wasn’t even worth reacting to anymore. Not after a full month of it. And especially not when every time she did flinch or squirm, Kelsey would burst out laughing and make it worse! Dangling her upside down, poking at her sides, or worse, pretending to drop her! No, Kelsey was the meanest 'little' sister a shrinkie ever had!



So now? Grace gave her nothing.



She dangled limp between her sister’s fingers, arms crossed and face blank, staring back at the grinning giant like she couldn’t care less.



“Wow, no squeak today?” Kelsey said, tilting her head. “You’re really settling into your little life, huh?”



Grace stayed silent.



Kelsey raised her eyebrows. “Oh come on. You’re no fun when you’re like this...”



Still nothing.



Kelsey held her up close to her face, smirking. “Fine. Be that way. You’re still coming with me.”



Grace’s heart skipped; but she didn’t show it.



Kelsey kept smiling. “Yup. You, me, and algebra. I’m bringing you to school today.”



Now Grace's stomach really dropped, but she didn’t let it show. Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t yell, didn’t plead. That only ever got her more teasing.



“Got you a cosy little pencil case and everything,” Kelsey went on, waving the gaudy case in her other hand. “Air holes and all. You’ll be my little... study buddy.”



Grace’s silence held.



But inside? She was screaming.



School meant people. Noise. Chaos. And worst of all... Being seen! The thought of anyone from school finding out what had happened to her... of someone looking down at her and laughing...



She couldn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t.



"Look..." Kelsey dropped her shoulders and gave her tiny sister an exasperated look, "stop being all stuck up and quite, or I'll..." She pondered before spitting out a smug result, "You can go the whole day without barbies little outfit..."



"What!"



"Ha! There she is...!" Kelsey laughed, "What's wrong, don't you want everyone to see you all tiny... Pathetic... And naked!?" her laughter spat out louder.



"No... No, you can't...!"



"You gunna stop moping and maybe... Do a dance or something, for my friends?"



Grace stammered, "....Ok... Fine... Just, don't take my clothes!"



"Ha! No one wants to see that anyway...!" Kelsey giggled as she zipped Grace into the waiting pencil case. "You know, that shrink virus is, like, the best thing that ever happened!"

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“You’re not gonna believe this,” Sophie grinned, unbuttoning her blouse.



Her friend Lexie leaned in, eyebrows raised. “What...?”



She stopped mid-sentence when a tiny figure slipped down as Sophie pealed open her blouse. The shrunken woman rolled gently down, into the crease of the giant breasts. She was dazed, her hair a sweaty mess and her top stuck onto her back like she’d just run a marathon.



Lexie gasped. “Is that…?”



“Yup,” Sophie said, smug. “That’s Stacey.”



Her former stepmom lay curled and dosing against her boob like it was a beanbag. One of her sneakers had come off during the ride, and her tiny limbs twitched slightly as she snored, deep, full-body snores from a day of being jostled, bounced, and squashed between her step daughters tits.



Lexie tried and failed, not to laugh. “No way. Stacey Stacey? Miss ‘No Shoes in the House’? Miss ‘Respect Your Elders’?”



Sophie grinned wider. “Miss ‘My House, My Rules’? Yeah. Not so big on rules now, is she?”



Stacey stirred at the noise, blinking awake. She sat up slowly, eyes adjusting to the towering girls above her. Her mouth opened like she was about to say something but Sophie just pushed at the boob she’d been napping against.



“Aw. You get a good nap in there?” she teased, as the tiny woman tumbled into her cleavage. “You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.”



Stacey’s only gasped as she slipped around in the damp sweat of everything.



Lexie shook her head, laughing. “You are evil.”



“I am,” she said. “She was picking me up from the mall when she suddenly went all... mouse!”



The tiny woman finally spoke, "Sophia Taylor...! You are in serious trouble...!"



The two girls looked at each other and giggled, "Sure, we're in trouble!" Lexie giggled.



Sophie squished her elbows together and stifled a laugh at the sound of her nasty step mom squeaking like a baby bird between her chest.



"Shut up runt!" She sniggered.

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Ava sat in the cage, resting back on the thick pink fabric. She didn’t even bother trying to cover her nose anymore; the gross socks Mia had dropped in there still smelled awful, and after a while, there wasn’t much she could do about it.



She waited until her little sister was done giggling at whatever was on her phone before speaking up.



“Hey, Mia?” Ava said gently, barely above a whisper.



Mia looked up, one eyebrow raised. “What?”



Ava stood up and walked to the front of the cage, fingers clutching the bars. “Could I come out for a bit? Just for a little while?”



Mia tilted her head. “Why?”



Ava hesitated. “It’s kinda stuffy in here. And the socks… um. They smell pretty bad.”



Mia snorted. “That’s my gym sock. Duh.”



“Yeah, I figured.” Ava gave her a tiny smile, trying not to sound annoyed. “Maybe a clean one next time?”



Mia laughed and rolled over on her bed, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at Ava through the bars. “You didn’t seem to mind yesterday.”



“I didn’t want to complain,” Ava said softly. “Y... You were being nice.”



That made Mia smile wider. “So now you are complaining?”



“No,” Ava said quickly. “Just asking... Nicely.”



Mia stretched and stood up, walking over to the cage. She tapped on the top with her finger, making the whole thing shake a little. Ava didn’t flinch. She’d learned not to, Mia always laughed harder when she did.



“You’re learning,” Mia said. “Being all polite and tiny and stuff.”



Ava looked up at her. “Well… I kinda have to. You’re bigger now.”



Mia grinned at that and popped a piece of gum in her mouth. “Yeah, I am.”

There was a pause.



“I’ll think about it,” Mia said, turning toward her dresser. “Maybe I’ll let you out. Maybe I’ll just swap the sock. Depends on how bored I get.”



“Thanks,” Ava said quietly.



She went back to her corner while Mia tossed a few socks around. Still stuck in a cage, but at least now it might smell a little better.

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Leah wandered around the house, feeling bored on a quiet Saturday. She had already finished everything she could think of, so now it was time to find something else to do.



And what better way to entertain herself than to bug her big sister, Beth?



When Leah walked into Beth’s room, something felt... off.



Beth was a total clean freak and the clothes laid out on her bed were way out of character. They looked like someone had just disintegrated, or shrunk...



Leah froze.



The news about the SHR-1 virus flashed into her mind. The virus that made people shrink was all over social media.



No way... Beth. Her bossy, controlling sister was probably tiny right now!

In this room. Right now.



And then another thought hit her, Registration! If Beth was shrunk, Leah could register her! Without Mom around, it could be her chance to really have control over her sister for once.



Leah’s excitement bubbled up. This was her chance to finally turn the tables. She could already imagine it. Her big sister, who always bossed her around, all tiny and helpless. A huge grin spread across Leah’s face as she crept further into the room.



And there she was, behind a pair of jeans, a tiny head popped up. It was Beth. Leah’s grin grew even wider.



She crouched down, getting closer to her tiny sister. “Beth?” Leah said, trying to hide the giggle in her voice.



Beth blinked up at her, looking both confused and a little scared. “What? Why are you staring at me like that...? Get away from me!”



It was perfect!



Leah’s eyes sparkled with joy. “Come here, freak!”

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“I mean, it’s not like she can wear them anymore,” Grace said, pulling open a cabinet, casually grabbing a snack like she hadn’t just thrown Zoe’s whole world into chaos.



Mom stood by the sink, arms folded, lips pursed like she was considering it. Zoe’s stomach twisted.



“Seriously? You’re actually thinking about letting her do it?” Zoe shouted, hands clenched at her sides. “They’re still mine! I don’t care if I can’t wear them!”



Grace snorted. “You’re like, three inches tall or whatever! What are you gonna do, wrap yourself in a sock?”



“That’s not the point!” Zoe snapped. “They’re still mine. You don’t just get to take everything because... because I shrank!”



Mom let out a slow sigh. “Honey… it’s not like we’re throwing them away. They’ll still be in the house.”



“In her closet!” Zoe practically screamed. “That’s not the same!”



Grace leaned on the counter, smirking down at Zoe with that same smug expression she used to give when she got the last word in an argument. “C’mon, Mom. You already said I could start shopping for new clothes anyway. This way we don’t have to spend any money....”



Zoe turned to Mom, eyes wide. “Are you seriously letting her...?!”



Mom hesitated. Then nodded.



That was it. That tiny nod crushed Zoe more than the virus ever could.



“No. No way!” Zoe shouted, stomping her little foot.



Too late.



Grace was already moving. Before Zoe could even react, a giant hand swept her off the counter like she was a toy. “Let go of me! I hate when you do this... Put me down!”



Grace just laughed, cradling Zoe against her like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “You’re so dramatic. Honestly, you should be grateful I’m keeping your style alive.”



Zoe struggled in her grip, cheeks burning. “I'm going to kill you... Ugh... Let go...!”



Grace didn’t answer, she just rushed up the stairs with Zoe tucked in one arm like a favourite doll.



Back in her room, Grace dumped Zoe gently (but not exactly carefully) onto the floor and immediately started pulling things out of Zoe's closet.



The blue skirt. The cropped sweater. Even the heels Zoe had gotten for her birthday last year.



Zoe gritted her teeth. 'Her ugly feet are totally gunna ruin those...' She thought to herself.



“Ooooh,” Grace said, holding up the red stripped dress Zoe used to love. “This is gunna look so good on me.”



Zoe rolled her eyes. “It looked better on me.”



Grace turned and smirked. “Kinda hard to say, considering you look like a Polly Pocket now.”



Zoe’s jaw jutted out in immediate digust.



Grace twirled in front of the mirror, throwing on Zoe’s outfits like it was a fashion show. “Honestly, these jeans make my legs look way longer. You sure these used to fit you?”



Zoe buried her face in her hands.



“God, your body was so tiny before,” Grace teased. “Now it’s just, like… ridiculously small. Like, if I sneezed on you, you’d go flying.”



Zoe didn’t answer. She just sat there, stewing in silence, wishing more than anything that she could just snap her fingers and go back to full size. Or at least big enough to smack that smug look off her little sister’s face!

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Zara’s blood turned to ice. “A cat!?” she shrieked. “You brought a cat in here?!”



Kayla Looked over nonchalantly, and huffed at the sight of the ginger kitten. “Relax..." She said casually. "This is Mr. Snuggles. He’s chill. Super friendly.”



Zara jumped up and stumbled over the blanket that Kayla had pit her on, without taking her eyes of off the monster above her. “Fuck...! I’m a goddamn appetizer to that thing!”



“He’s not gonna eat you.” Kayla scratched under Mr. Snuggles’ chin. The cat blinked slowly, purring.



“He hunts birds, Kayla. I’m not even that big anymore!” Zara shouted, arms flailing. “You can’t just leave me out here with that thing running around!”



Kayla giggled. “He’s sweet. He won’t bother you.”



Zara bolted behind a salt shaker. “He’s staring at me!”



Mr. Snuggles blinked once and began to pad forward, curious. His big, unblinking eyes locked onto Zara like she was a weird new toy. Or a snack.



“Kayla!” Zara screamed. “Do something!”



Kayla burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re fine—he’s just sniffing!”



Mr. Snuggles’ head lowered to table level, his nose twitching.



Zara dove head first into her friend and tried to burry herself in her curves. “I swear, if he touches me, I’m reporting you for attempted murder!”



Kayla giggled, casually pinching her shaking friends collar. “Okay, okay. I’ll put the little thing in its cage....”



Zara dangled, but never took her eyes off the cat. “You better. Because if I get eaten, you're dead.”



“Noted,” Kayla said, grinning as she stood up. She then walked into the kitchen and Zara saw it.



A bright pink hamster cage.



Zara frowned. “Um… that’s kind of small for a cat, don’t you think?”



Kayla grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s not for him.”



There was a beat.



Zara’s brain did the math.



“…Wait. What?”



Before she could try to wriggle free, Kayla lowered her into the opening at the top and let go. She spun around just in time to see Kayla’s fingers latch the top shut with a firm click.



“Kayla! What the fuck...!”



Kayla gave an exaggerated shrug. “Hey, you’re safe in there. That’s what you wanted, right?”

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Zara stood on the kitchen table, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Well, what was left of her. Three inches tall. Smaller than a lipstick tube and not even as useful.



She turned sideways, frowning at her tiny silhouette. Her arms, her legs, her everything looked like they belonged on a doll. It still didn’t feel real. She touched her face, trying to convince herself this wasn’t some weird dream. But the cold marble under her bare feet said otherwise.



“Fucking shrink virus...,” she muttered bitterly. “this sucks.”



Behind her, the door creaked open, and a shadow fell across the table.



Her sister’s voice came in, way too casual. “Hey, shrinkie.”



Zara flinched. “Don’t call me that.”



But her sister, Lena, was already strolling in, holding her phone in one hand and a soda in the other. She plopped down on a chair, kicked off her slides, and stretched out her legs. Two enormous feet landed on the counter with a thud, just inches from the miniature person.



Zara wrinkled her nose. “Seriously?”



Lena smirked. “Just thought I’d join you... Lookin’ at yourself again?”



“Yeah, just checking if I’m still a miniature freak. Spoiler alert: I am.”



Lena wiggled her toes playfully. “Aww. You’ll get over it.” She leaned back, eyes still on her phone. “Hey... While you’re down there, mind giving these a quick rub?”



Zara crossed her arms. “You’re not serious.”



Lena glanced at her, arching a brow. “Unless… you want another spanking?”



Zara’s face turned red instantly. “You wouldn’t.”



Lena gave a slow, smug grin. “Shrinkies need discipline... Everyone knows that.”



Zara stared at her sister’s massive soles, looming like warm, mocking walls beside her. She sighed through gritted teeth. “You are the worst.”



“I know,” Lena said sweetly, wiggling her toes again. “But my feet are tired... Chop chop, tiny.”



Zara gave the mirror one last, mournful glance before turning toward the foot closest to her. “This is hell...”



Lena smirked. “Nah. Hell would be if you said no...”

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The music cut mid-song, the gym lights flickered, and the double doors slammed open.



Everyone turned.



A group of students in dark hoodies strolled in like they owned the place...



Westbrook High!



Rivals. Enemies. Nobody invited them.



“What the fuck...?” Dane, the prom king muttered, stepping forward.



Too late.



A metal canister bounced across the dance floor with a sharp clang; then hissed, spewing a thick, shimmering vapor.



Screams exploded through the gym as the gas spread. Students dropped to their knees, clutching their heads, then there clothes.



They were shrinking!



Dresses collapsed like empty tents. Tuxedos fell into heaps. In seconds, the proud senior class of East Ridge was reduced to inches, scattered across the floor like confetti.



“Run, freaks!” one of the Westbrook boys shouted, stomping toward the dance floor. “Not so tough now, are you?!”



Dan was the star quarterback, who once threw punches in parking lots, but now he turned tail and scrambled under a folding chair, eyes wide with terror. “Help! Somebody help!”



Ha! Look at you now!” one of the Westbrook girls laughed. “Prom royalty, my ass!”



The prom king, now barely six inches tall and trying to cover himself with a bit of discarded boutonniere ribbon tried to run.



A sneaker slammed down in front of him. He froze.



The Westbrook leader crouched low, grinning like a wolf. “Hey there, your majesty...”



She raised one finger, and flick!



“YELP!” he squeaked, tumbling head over heels across the sticky floor.



Laughter exploded behind her.



“Aw, did that hurt?” she mocked. “Man, you guys don’t even have clothes on! This is pathetic.”



Another Westbrook student snorted. “Is it just me, or are the cheerleaders even louder now that they’re three inches tall?”



A shivering yelled as she pulled herself free from her dress. “Hey... Leave him alone!!”



“Aww,” the giant girl cooed mockingly. “She thinks she’s still in charge...”



Before the tiny girl could move, two enormous fingers pinched her up by the waist. Her legs kicked helplessly in the air as she was lifted, dangling like a key chain in front of the giant girl’s face.



“Let go of me!” she squeaked, squirming. “Put me down!”



The Westbrook girl smirked. “Sure. Just wanted a closer look at the school spirit.”



She raised her other hand and gave the cheerleader a firm flick to the bottom.



“Ngh!” the shrunken girl gasped, folding slightly in the grip, red-faced and humiliated.



Another flick.



Then another.



“Oh my god, she jiggles like a gummy bear,” the Westbrook girl laughed.



The crowd behind her howled with cruel laughter. The cheerleader whimpered, arms weak, eyes watering.



“Guess you’re not doing much cheering now, huh?” the girl said, spinning her slightly before holding her out dramatically for the others to see.



“Take a picture,” someone jeered. “She looks like a Barbie that lost a fight with a toddler.”



The Westbrook girl finally lowered her, barely and let the cheerleader drop with a light thud onto a crumpled sash on the floor.



“Next time, keep your squeaky mouth shut,” she said, straightening up and looking down at the wreckage of East Ridge’s once-proud senior class. Tiny, naked, humiliated.



“Have a good summer, losers,” she sneered. "Try not to get stepped on..."



Then they turned and walked out, leaving nothing but gasps, sobs, and doll-sized voices yelling to be changed back.

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“Gross, gross, gross!” Lucy cried, slipping on a twisted sock as she tried to climb out of the pile. She tumbled down again with a soft whump onto someone’s crumpled gym shorts.



“Why does everything in here feel wet?” Harper whimpered from somewhere nearby.



“I think I just stepped on a bra pad,” Naomi muttered, voice hollow. “Why is this happening to us?”



All three girls, now barely the size of lip gloss tubes, were huddled in the middle of a laundry nightmare. Their 'fun afternoon' with the shrink App had gone wrong, massively wrong! And they’d ended up falling off the desk into a laundry basket. One filled with a week’s worth of sweaty, tangled, stinky clothes.



Naomi gagged, pushing herself off a crumpled sports bra strap. “I can smell your sister... Honest to god, it's like I'm in her armpit!”



A shadow passed overhead.



The lid creaked open, and a burst of cool air hit them like a wave of hope.



Then came the face. A huge, freckled face with wide eyes and a ponytail.



And a smirk.



“...Lucy?”



It was Kaylee, Lucy’s little sister.



“Oh my god... Kaylee!” Lucy cried, waving frantically from her perch on a twisted tank top. “Help us! Please get us out of here!”



“Whoa,” Kaylee whispered, leaning closer. “You’re, like… bug-sized. This is so weird.”



“Kaylee,” Harper choked out, “we’ve been stuck in here for hours. It smells like someone’s locker exploded!”



Naomi raised her arms. “And I’ve been sitting on a pair of inside-out leggings since the start!”



Kaylee carefully reached in and scooped all three into her hand. They collapsed in her warm palm like survivors pulled from a battlefield.



“I thought I heard something in there,” she said. “I almost threw the whole thing in the washer!”



Lucy shuddered. “That would’ve been better.”



Harper sniffled. “I just want a shower... And some clothes... And to never be this small again!”



Naomi sat with her knees to her chest. “We were crawling over underwear, Kaylee. Actual used underwear.”



Kaylee pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “I mean… you guys do look kinda cute like this...”



“Don’t.” Lucy glared up at her. “We are one joke away from a collective breakdown.”



“I’m not joking!” Kaylee tried to stifle a giggle. “I just think it’s funny how I’m, like, your babysitter now. You’re all so… tiny.”



She held them closer to her face.



“Stop looking at us like that,” Harper groaned.



“Okay, okay. Let’s get you cleaned up. You smell like week old gym socks,” Kaylee teased.



Naomi groaned into her hands. “Kill me.”



Kaylee giggled as she walked toward the bathroom, cradling them gently.



“Relax, stinkbugs. I got you. But you are gonna owe me...”



"Whatever, just... Undo this!" Lucy gasped.



"Undo it! Why would I do that!? No way, I've got a hamster cage in my room with your name on it...!"

[Shrinking_Maniac]

Love all these, but especially that prom one.

[jopitty]

Shrink tech was trending. People were lining up to be miniaturized for kicks. Theme parks, escape rooms, influencer stunts. So when Nicole stumbled across a sketchy DIY shrink device online, she figured, why not?



A few taps, a flash of light, and boom.



She was four inches tall.



At first, it was kind of fun. Everything looked massive and wild. Her bedroom turned into some kind of jungle gym. She scaled her bedframe, leapt across sock hills, even tried to swim in the bath (big mistake! It took her an hour to get out!)



But the thrill evaporated the moment her little sister walked in.



Faith was a smug 18 year old senior in high school, with all the attitude that came with it.



And spotted her instantly.



“Oh. My. God!”



And that was that.



Now Nicole sat trapped inside a pink plastic hamster cage on Faith’s dresser. No dignity. No privacy. Just bars and the smug smile of a kid sister with way too much power.



Nicole shoved at the cage door again, gritting her teeth. “This is so messed up…”



The door didn’t budge. Of course.



Faith lay sprawled in bed nearby, snoring softly after a full day of tormenting her.



Nicole dropped to her knees in the corner, face burning. Her own baby sister, who used to cry when she got grounded, was now treating her like a toy. No, worse than a toy. Like a pet!



A pathetic little pet.



Nicole tried to squeeze through the bars again. No luck. They’d been just small enough to trap her. Probably meant for actual hamsters, not college freshmen who made dumb decisions online.



She groaned and looked toward the floor, where the broken pieces of the shrink ray still sat in Faith’s trash bin. Shattered. Useless.



Faith hadn’t even let her explain. Just laughed, called it “the best day ever,” and smashed it into a thousand pieces.



Nicole bit her lip. “I can’t live like this…”



She flinched as Faith stirred, turning over in her sleep with a happy sigh.



Nicole’s whole body tensed. Her skin prickled. This wasn’t just embarrassing, it was degrading!



She used to babysit Faith. Now she couldn’t even get off a dresser without help.



Nicole closed her eyes and curled tighter into herself, whispering:

“I’m her pet.”



The thought made her stomach turn.

[jopitty]

Cassie flopped onto the couch, gum snapping, phone in hand. “Y’all still messing with that busted remote?” she asked, grinning down at the three tiny girls scrambling around below her.



Becca was losing it. “Cassie, please...! We need your help. This thing’s totally fried!”



Jules smacked the side of it. “We’re so screwed!”



Cassie laughed. “You guys look like literal mice eating a piece of cheese...! Tragic!”



Ivy looked up, panicked. “Cass, come on... We’re not staying like this, Help us!”



Cassie raised a brow. “I dunno. You’re kinda… perfect this size. Like, I could carry you around in my pocket!”



Becca groaned. “This isn’t a joke!”



Cassie leaned in close, voice low and smug. “You know I’ve got that old hamster cage in the garage, right?”



Jules’s eyes went wide. “You wouldn’t.”



Cassie smirked.



She stood up, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “BRB... Don't go anywhere...!”

[jopitty]

Mira thought it’d be super easy. Two days in a creepy lab, grab some cash, maybe brag about it to her friends.



Everyone on campus knows what an easy gig drug testing was, Easy, right?



Wrong!



She was, like, stuck at six inches tall. For a whole week!



The worst? Lexie. That smug grin. That dumb clipboard. Always staring at Mira like she was a total loser. Honestly, in high school Lexie was such a dork! Maybe Mira picked on her a little, but that's what cheerleaders did!



“Ok, dustmite...,” Lexie said, banging the cage with her sparkly nail. “time for some vitals...”



Mira’s stomach twisted. She stepped forward. Everything was huge and scary now. Lexie was totally in charge, and Mira felt like a speck.



She down on the cage floor and lifted up her breasts. This was the third physical exam that Lexie had given her today and the twelve this week, Mira knew the drill.



“Nice one, shorty,” Lexie smirked as she lowered her stethoscope into the enclosure. “You’re, like, so obedient now.”



Mira’s face got super hot. She didn’t say a word. “Ow! That’s cold!” she yelped.



Lexie snickered. “Whoops. Too bad, teeny.”



She checked Mira’s heart. “Yup, still going. Good. My little pet’s gotta last, like, three more weeks...”



Mira wiggled but stayed put.



Lexie’s grin got bigger. “Wow, you’re so quiet now. Not such a big shot, huh?”



Mira bit her lip. She wasn’t gonna let Lexie get to her today. She had resigned herself to wait until she was big enough to open the cage door by herself, before she got up in that giant bitches face.



Lexie tapped Mira’s head with her finger. “Chill, tiny. We’re gonna have way more fun. You’re kinda cute when you’re all small and helpless.”



Mira’s sighed. Three more weeks!? She didn’t know if she could handle it.



Lexie flicked her tiny body and giggled as she tumbled back into her cage. “Back you go, shrimp.” She let her finger nail clatter against the bars as she dragged her finger across the cage. “Hope I don’t screw up your meds again...” she said, all fake-nice. “Doctor Benson said if I mess up your meds again, you might never grow back...”



"W... What!?" Mira stammered.



"Relax... I know exactly what I'm doing..."

[jopitty]

“Um... I just think,” she said gently, “that there might be something a little more… appropriate. Maybe a dollhouse? Or a jewellery box, even?”



Zoe raised an eyebrow. “You don’t like the cage?”



Her mom hesitated. “It’s… it’s very clean. I can tell you’ve put effort into it. I just—” she took a careful breath “...I think maybe something a bit less… animal-themed?”



Zoe tilted her head, doing that thing where she looked sweet but sounded so fake. “Aww. But I thought you liked it! The doctor said someplace secure, remember?”



“He did...” her mom said quickly. “I just didn’t realize it would have… a wheel.... And a feeder...!”



Zoe giggled. “Okay, but like, what’s wrong with that? It’s literally designed for tiny creatures. And you’re, like, the tiniest thing ever...!”



Her mom’s smile tightened. “I’m still a person, Zoe!”



Zoe crouched down to her mom’s level, resting her chin on her knee. “Yeah, but you’re also like, what, five inches? People that size don’t get to just… roam around. It’s not safe.”



“I can be careful. I’ll stay on your desk, I swear.... I’ll even stay in one of your makeup drawers if you want.”



Zoe gave her a sweet little shrug. “Mm… nah. I don’t think I trust you not to wander.”



“I wouldn’t! I promise.” Her voice cracked, and she immediately dialed it back. “I... I mean, of course not. I know you’re just trying to help. And I really appreciate it.”



Zoe stood up again, full height, looking down. “You said I was being a bitch yesterday.”



Her mom froze. “Zoe, sweetie, I didn’t...”



“Your exact words were: ‘Stop being such a little bitch.’” Her voice wasn’t angry. Just reminding.



“I... I was upset. I didn’t mean it. And I shouldn’t have said it. I really am sorry.”



Zoe nodded, like she was hearing a student beg for extra credit. “Uh-huh.”



“I love you,” her mom added quietly. “You’ve been… incredible. Really. I just... This cage, it’s a little... humiliating.”



Zoe squatted again, slowly opening the cage door.



Her mom’s heart started pounding.



“You want humiliating?” Zoe asked, smiling. “Try being seventeen and legally in charge of your own mom! Try having to explain to your friends that your mom fits in a cereal bowl!”



“I know. I know it’s hard on you too....”



“So maybe,” Zoe said sweetly, “you could stop acting like you’re the one doing all the work.”



“I didn’t mean to make it sound like that,” her mom stuttered fast, trembling just a bit. “You’re right.... You’ve done so much.”



Zoe gave a little nod of satisfaction.



“Alright,” she said brightly. “Get in.”



Her mom looked at the open cage door. “Can I just stay on the desk tonight? Please?”



Zoe blinked. “Nope.”



There was no room for argument. Not anymore.



And so, still smiling, still pretending this was fine, her mom stepped into the cage.



Zoe shut the door with a soft click.



“Good girl,” she said.

[jopitty]

“Okay but look at this!” Kayla grinned, tapping the screen. “She literally fits on the icon.”



The app glowed on her phone: ShrinkSync, bright pink with a cartoon silhouette of a tiny person under a finger. It had started out of boredom, but now, crowded together on Kayla's couch, the girls were so exited!



Except for Tara.



Once the loudest voice in the group, the one who always called the shots, now less than a foot tall and perched stiffly on Sarah’s lap like an oversized action figure with a bad attitude.



“I swear to God,” Tara muttered through gritted teeth, “the second this app glitches and I go back to normal, I’m ending every one of you.”



Sarah burst out laughing. “Aw, she’s still trying to be scary!



“Dude, look at her face!” Jess wheezed. “She’s so mad but like... What’s she gonna do? Nibble your ankle!?”



“I shouldn’t be on your fucking knee,” Tara snapped, glaring up at Sarah. “This is so.. Ugh... Patronizing!”



Sarah just gave her a little bounce. “Sit still, you’re gonna fall off. You’re top-heavy with all that attitude.”



Another wave of laughter as Tara stumbled.



“Besides,” Kayla said, leaning in to adjust Tara’s frizzy hair with one careful finger, “Big bad Tara Burton, all tiny and weak... Honestly, this is… kinda Hilarious!”



Tara swatted at her hand, missing completely. “This isn’t funny!”



“Mm,” Sarah hummed. “It kind of is, though.”



“I’m not a toy,” Tara muttered.



“You’re not not a toy,” Jess added, grinning.



“Can we just undo it already?” Tara asked, glancing nervously at the phone. “Come on, it’s been, like, an hour.”



Kayla shook her head. “Nah, the free version only lets you resize once a day. Sucks.”



Tara’s mouth fell open. “What...?! You didn’t buy the full version?!”



“I didn’t think it would actually work!” Kayla said defensively, holding up the phone. “I thought it was like one of those prank filter things!”



“Welp,” Sarah said, adjusting her grip as Tara tried to shift, “guess you're staying on my lap for a while. Want me to get you a juice box? Maybe a diaper...?”



Tara groaned and buried her face in her hands. “I hate you all!”



“No you don’t,” Sarah teased, gently patting her on the back like a toddler. “You're just grumpy... I think someone needs a nap!”



And as the group broke into laughter again, Tara just sat there, red-faced and fuming, her legs dangling uselessly off the side of her friend's knee.

[jopitty]

Sophie cupped her hands around her mouth and teh group of monstrous girls above her.



"HELLO?! Jessica? Zo? Anyone?!"



“Babe... NO!” Cody’s grabbed her arm. “Don’t. Just... Don’t.”



Sophie turned to him, confused. “What are you talking about? We need help.”



He looked flustered, cheeks red, jaw clenched. Even now, at maybe eight inches tall, Cody still had that broad-shouldered QB build, just scaled-down and helpless.



“They’ll freak out,” he said. “Or worse... They’ll laugh.”



Sophie blinked. “Cody. We’re tiny... Like, mouse-tiny! I don’t care if they laugh. I care if we get stepped on!”



He ran a hand through his messy, shrunken. “I just… this is bad, okay? Jessica’s literally seen me throw a guy across the field. And now I’m gonna be like, what, scooped up like some dumb keychain?”



Sophie smirked in spite of everything. “You’re really stressing about your rep right now?”



“Do you know how many TikToks those girls post a day?” he muttered. “This is gonna be all over the place.”



“Cody,” she said, crossing her arms. “Look at us... If a Roomba came through here, you’d be toast.”



He glanced behind him. “Okay yeah, that’s fair.”



“And besides,” she added, grinning a little now, “I think Jessica already called you a himbo before you shrank.”



He glared. “I was being nice to her!”



“Sure,” Sophie said, stifling a laugh. “And now you’ll be knee-high to her ankle. Wanna bet she tries to give you a wedgie?”



He groaned, covering his face. “Kill me.”



Too late.



“Oh my god!” Jessica’s voice boomed overhead. “SOPHIE?!”



Another giant shape leaned over them. Zoey. “Whoa. Is that... Cody?!”



Cody tried to disappear behind Sophie, red as a fire hydrant.



Jessica giggled. “He’s so tiny! Oh my goddd, you guys are like, tiny!”



Zoey snorted. “Ha... Polly Pocket and her dumass boyfriend!”



“Oh shit...!” Cody muttered.



Too late.



Two giant hands reached down with the softest little "awww..."



Sophie looked back at him as she was lifted off the floor. “B... Be careful....”



"Oh my God... He's sooo light... Wait? Are you trying o push my finger away little guy... Ha! Tragic..."

[jopitty]

Heavy cotton, not at all the delicate frills they had been a second ago. Her own panties, now a crumpled mess around her inch-tall body. She stood right in the middle of them, shivering in the centre of the changing room floor.



“Okay. Don’t panic...” she whispered to herself.



The air smelled like perfume and new denim. Somewhere outside the cubicle, she could hear the sharp snap of gum and the lazy chatter of teenage girls drifting closer.



One of them laughed. Loud. Way too close!



She looked up at the thin sliver under the changing room door. One of them walked past. Their shoes, huge as cars, almost made her fall over.



She turned toward the bench leg beside her. Maybe she could climb it.... Maybe yell loud enough to get the store clerk’s attention. But then… what if it wasn’t the clerk who found her?



What if it was them!?



A giggle erupted just outside.



"Ugh, this lighting makes my thighs look weird," one girl said.



“Better than that lady in here before us,” another replied. “She looked like someone’s mom!”



"No, she left... See..." The door swung open and three monstrously huge bodies stepped into the cramped space.



"Ewe...!" One yelled, "She left her panties in here... Wait..."



There was a pause and in unison, all three girls squealed in delight.



"SHRINKIE!!"

[jopitty]

Amy stood in the centre of the communal lounge like she owned it—because, in her mind, she did. Half the floor hated her, the other half feared her, and that suited her just fine.



“Seriously, Tara?” she said, arms folded tight, voice carrying across the room. “You’re wearing that to the group meeting? You look like you just rolled out of a donation bin.”



A few people chuckled nervously from their couches.



Tara, who’d just walked in holding her laptop and a latte, didn’t flinch. “At least I didn’t spend all morning perfecting my eyeliner just to look like a budget Bond villain.”



Amy sneered. “Some of us take pride in our appearance. Not everyone’s content being aggressively... mid.”



Tara raised one eyebrow, gave a little half-smile, and turned toward a table like she didn’t even care.



Amy opened her mouth for one more cutting remark—but then froze.



A weird, electric rush swept through her. She staggered back a step as her whole body shrunk! Her clothes ballooning around her until she was left standing, shivering, in the middle of her own massive bra.



She spun in place, shouting up. “Hey! Somebody help! I’m down here!”



No one noticed.



Until Tara turned back around.



Her boot froze inches from Amy’s tiny body. Then her eyes dropped.



Tara crouched slowly, squinting.



“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Amy?”



Amy waved her arms frantically. “Yes! Me! It’s me! You have to...”



Tara snatched her up between two fingers.



Amy squirmed. “Don’t just stand there! Call someone!”



But Tara just smiled.



“Wait, what was it you said... ‘Aggressively mid’?”



Amy froze. “Tara, don’t... please... I was just...”



Tara’s hand was already moving. She pulled her sweater open and took a deep breath, showing off the tight, wool crop top underneath.



“No! Don’t...” Amy screamed, as she was brought closer to Tara's mountainous breasts.



Tara dropped her in.



Amy slid down Tara’s warm skin and landed with a soft bounce against her chest. She was squished awkwardly against the smooth skin and tried to push away, but the soft, moving surface made her tumble around. She couldn’t keep her balance or stop herself from slipping between the cleavage of the smirking giantess.



"Hey... What the fuck are you doin... Mphh...!"



A huge finger thumped into her chest and slid her down. A jaw rattling wriggle and she was wedged into the darkness of the sweaty chasm, and out of sight.

[jopitty]

At first, Kayla screamed from inside the box. “Let me out! You can’t do this! I swear, I’ll...”



The shrink virus had hit so fast, all she could remember was her sisters smirking face filling the sky.



Brittany had sealed the matchbox shut with a smug little smile, knowing exactly what she was doing. There was a 24-hour window; just one day to give Kayla the antidote and restore her size. Brittany knew what she was doing.



Inside, Kayla kicked and screamed. But she was too small. Too powerless. Her sister wasn’t coming back. Not to help.



The hours dragged on. Kayla’s confidence unravelled. Her shouts turned to pleas. Her pleas to whispers. “Britt... please... I’m sorry... just let me out... please...”



By the time the box finally opened, the girl who once barked orders was gone.



She didn’t leap up or lash out. She just blinked in the sudden light, stood up and avoided the evil eyes that glared down at her.



“Rise and shine, princess.....”



Kayla couldn’t even speak. She just sat stood there, shivering like a little mouse.

[jopitty]

The sun was shining, the beach house smelled faintly of sunscreen and grilled burgers, and Isabelle was smug.



Like, extra smug.



She strolled through the living room barefoot, sipping a smoothie, while her older sister Lauren, once tall, loud, and impossible to ignore, was now barely the size of a barbie doll! And her even tinier boyfriend, Mason? Yeah. Pathetic. Both of them had caught the SHR-1 virus just before the family trip and, thanks to some hasty paperwork, were now officially Isabelle's responsibility for the week.



Her mom had insisted they bring the "little lovebirds" anyway, which, honestly, just felt like a gift. Isabelle had her annoying big sister, literally in the palm of her hand.



"You two comfy in there?" she smirked, glancing down at the shoebox she had put them in.



“Actually...” Lauren shouted up, “this is kind of great. Zero sand in my shoes. And the view’s awesome!”



Mason gave a thumbs-up. “Mini margaritas next, please!”



Isabelle narrowed her eyes. This was not the reaction she was hoping for!





An hour later, she sat on the deck with her mom and little sister, with cards splayed out in front of them.



Gin rummy. Again... Ugh, so boring...



Meanwhile, tiny laughter echoed from the coffee table. She looked over to see Lauren and Mason wrestling over a scrap of popcorn and falling over laughing.



Seriously?



She slapped her cards down. “Mom, I’m gonna take them to my room for a bit.”



Her mom barely looked up. “Just don’t roughhouse... And no locking them up!”



Isabelle stood, already grinning. “Come here, freaks,” she smirked, scooping them both into her hands.



“Hey, careful!” Lauren yelped as Isabelle's fingers wrapped around her.



Mason tried to wave it off. “This is fine... It’s fine....”



"Ugh, shut up you annoying little bugs!"



Inside her room, Isabelle dropped the tiny pair onto her desk a little harder than necessary.



Lauren stumbled, catching herself on the edge of a pencil. “Geez, dramatic much?”



Isabelle smiled down at them, her arms crossed. “You two looked way too comfortable out there.”



Mason, ever the peacekeeper, chuckled nervously. “We were just making the best of it! No harm, right?”



“Oh, no harm at all,” Isabelle said sweetly. “You know, I was just thinking how weird it is that the two of you are getting a free vacation while I’m stuck playing cards with Mom and Ella...”



Lauren folded her arms. “What, you want a prize for being normal-sized?”



“No,” Isabelle said, stepping closer. “I want you to remember who’s in charge now.”



She leaned over the desk, her shadow falling across them.



Mason backed up a little. “Okay, okay, no need to be creepy about it.”



“Y’know, I thought you two might get all shy and pouty after shrinking...” she said, twirling a strand of hair. “But nope. Just giggling like you’re on some adorable little date. Gross.”



Mason opened his mouth to say something, but Isabelle’s fingers were already moving.



“Let’s change up the mood, yeah?”



She pinched the tiny fabric of his shirt between her finger nails, and it peeled off like paper. With a smirk, she tugged it away, holding it between two fingers like a used tissue.



“Hey!” Mason shouted, arms crossed over his chest.



“Aww,” Isabelle cooed. “Is baby Mason shy all of a sudden? Weren’t you just laughing it up on my dresser like you owned the place?”



Lauren moved protectively in front of him, but Isabelle just snorted and flicked her gently back.



“Uh-uh. He’s the one who gets the spotlight today...”



The doll pants were next and Mason quickly found himself naked and covering up.



"That's more like it! You're 4 inches tall dumass... If I'm board, you can't go around all happy and crap... I'm a goddess, you have to entertain me!" She plucked her sister up by her collar, in the exact way she knew Lauren hated. “Actually, you know what? Let’s see you two dance for me...”



Lauren’s face dropped. “Dance? You’re serious?”



Isabelle shrugged, and gave a smug eye glare. “You’ve got legs, don’t you? Show me some moves. Make it cute.” She dropped the angry shrinkie next o her tiny, naked boyfriend.



Mason groaned, but there was no way out. “This is... ridiculous.”



Lauren stepped forward, clearly frustrated, but she knew better than to defy Isabelle. “Fine, but you’re sick, you know that?”



Isabelle’s smile only widened. “I’m your goddess now. Dance, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”



With no other option, Mason and Lauren reluctantly began to move, their tiny bodies awkwardly swaying to an invisible beat. Isabelle chuckled, thoroughly entertained.



Tough guy Mason Peirce was trying to hide the worlds smallest dick while bobbing around like a fairy and her big, annoying sister was stumbling around like a mouse, with a face that said 'kill me'.



“Oh, this is just too good,” she said, leaning back in her chair with a smug grin. “You guys are way too cute for your own good.”

[jopitty]

Um... What the fuck just happened!?



I mean, okay, obviously the shrink virus, right? I'm not that dumb. But still... What the hell?! I was normal like ten minutes ago. I was just babysitting Emma like I’ve done a hundred times before!



I mean, babysitting is hard enough when you're normal size!



I can’t even explain how humiliating it is playing dress up with Barbies crap and then getting painted!



I kept yelling at her, screaming, actually. But she couldn’t hear me. I sounded like a mouse.



It's unreal how strong she is... Oh god, imagine how much stronger a grown up is... Jesus, I hope I get better before... Oh god. Mandy Harris! She’s coming over later. What if she sees me like this? She'd squish me flat!



Eep!



This is a nightmare! I need to fix this. Now!