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MollySmalls.
[𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]
Maggie Chan is a third-year college prodigy at with caffeine in her veins and chaos in her notebooks. Equal parts brilliance and bold ambition, she's one late-night experiment away from a scientific breakthrough that could shake the foundations of bioengineering. The world just doesn’t know her name yet—but it’s about to.
Maggie [tapping her finger against her cheek] “There’s something still not clicking…"
After days lost in a haze of failed experiments, empty coffee cups, and crumpled notes, she on the brink of giving up. Suddenly caught a glimmer of brilliance buried in an old research paper, a spark that ignited a flood of clarity as the missing piece snapped into place, and in that instant, the block broke, her mind lit up, and she knew she was about to change the game forever.
Maggie [eyes wide, fingers flying across the keyboard] “Oh my god…this is it—recursive bio-loop mapping! It’s been staring at me the whole time!”
Maggie [cracking her knuckles, eyes gleaming at the computer monitor] “Finally! The initiate sequence has finalized—CRISPR node alignment is stable, neuro-proxy sync is green. Let’s see if this synthetic cascade actually holds under real-world conditions.”
Maggie’s eyes swept across the cluttered room, scanning for the perfect target to shrink. Her gaze paused, then locked onto the old, bulky sofa slumped against the far wall—ugly, oversized, and utterly expendable. A slow grin crept across her face.
Maggie stood motionless, eyes fixed on the platform as the compression field surged to life, casting a ripple of energy across the room. The worn-out sofa trembled, then began to collapse inward, shrinking with uncanny smoothness as though reality itself were being recalibrated. Within seconds, the bulky piece of furniture had condensed into a flawless miniature, no larger than a matchbox, its cushions, fabric, and frame perfectly preserved in scaled-down detail.
Maggie [grinning, breathless with disbelief] “Holy subatomic hell…it worked! Mass displacement integrity...flawless! I just quantum-shrunk a whole sofa!”
Maggie [rotating the tiny sofa between her fingers] “This is incredible! Structural fidelity’s intact. No warping, no molecular shear! Alright, brain—if I can compress cellulose and foam… what about muscle tissue and mitochondria? Something that's alive and living...”
Later that afternoon, as students filtered out of the lecture hall, Maggie spotted Jane Partland leaning casually against a stair rail mindlessly scrolling on her phone, sunlight catching the copper sheen in her red hair. For a split second, Maggie’s breath hitched—just a flicker—but enough to make her heartbeat skip off-rhythm. She swallowed hard, shoved her nerves down, and walked up with a practiced calm.
Maggie [clearing her throat awkwardly, trying to sound casual] “Hey, Jane! Got a sec? I might have...a slightly insane favor to ask. I, uh… need a volunteer. For science!"
Jane [rolling her eyes, turning to walk away] “Yeah, hard pass, Chan."
Maggie [grabbing Jane's arm, rushing her words] “Wait—just hear me out! You’ve got the exact physical profile I need for the trial. Symmetry, ratio, baseline metrics—all textbook ideal! Plus...I’ll pay you five hundred dollars!”
Jane [pausing mid-step, turning back with a raised brow] “Did you say five hundred? Alright, short stuff. You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Maggie [trying to stay composed as a flutter runs through her chest] “Great. I’ll see you later this afternoon.”
Maggie [muttering under her breath as Jane walks away] “Totally fine. Just a normal handshake. With a ridiculously hot test subject.”
Later that evening, Jane stepped into the dimly lit entrance of Maggie’s dorm building, expecting the usual echo of music or chatter bouncing off the walls. Instead, she was met with an eerie stillness. The fluorescent lights flickered faintly above, casting a sterile glow over the scuffed tile floor. The hallway stretched ahead—quiet, empty, and oddly lifeless.
The uneasy stillness thickened as Jane walked deeper into the dorm hallway, her steps unnervingly loud against the waxed tile. Every door she passed looked the same—shut tight, no voices, no movement, just the occasional flicker of faulty fluorescent lights buzzing overhead.
Jane stopped in front of Maggie’s door and pulled out her phone, thumbs quickly tapping and typing.
"Hey, I’m outside."
A second later, her phone vibrated.
"Come on in – Maggie."
Jane [nervous, softly to herself] “Okay…get a grip."
She turned the knob slowly, the door creaking open with a groan that echoed down the empty hall. Jane stepped inside cautiously, eyes scanning the room. But nothing appeared to be a threat—just the chaotic mess of a genius in mid-breakthrough.
As Jane reached Maggie’s door, she paused, catching a glimpse inside. Maggie was seated at her desk, completely locked in—eyes fixed on her monitor, fingers flying across the keyboard with frantic precision as the glow from the screen bathed her face in soft blue light. Jane gave a gentle knock against the doorframe.
Maggie [perking up instantly, spinning a quarter turn in her chair] “Jane! Awesome, you made it. Come in, come in! Don’t be shy, you’re just in time.”
Maggie [inspecting Jane from head-to-toe, then raising an eyebrow with a half-smile] “Alright, before we start, I need clean baseline data—your shoes are going to throw off the mass-to-surface ratio and mess with the capacitance sensors. So, your shoes and socks need to come off....unless you want to be remembered as the girl who corrupted my control data with rubber soles.”
Jane [quietly to herself outside of Maggie's room] “Shoes and socks off for science…sure, totally normal. Wouldn’t want to mess up her capacitor sensors or whatever.”
Maggie [grinning as she unspools a measuring tape with a snap] “Alright! Before we jump into the fun part, I need to capture a few quick biometric parameters—height, mass, limb ratios, thermal variance, and baseline conductivity.”
Maggie [eyebrows raised playfully as Jane helps raise the measuring tape] “So…you must really need the money, huh? Agreeing to something this borderline experimental? Or maybe...you just like letting strange science girls experiment on you, hehe!”
Jane [rolling her eyes] "Let's just get this over with, Chan."
Maggie [plopping into her desk chair, eyes gleaming as she pulls up the interface] “Okay, let’s feed the beast. Height: five foot ten inches, proportional variance within upper percentile. Bust-to-waist ratio’s notably top-heavy, that's going to nudge the center-of-mass calculation.”
She paused, impressed, “You’ve got statistically significant symmetry—biometric gold. The compression algorithm’s going to love you.”
Jane [leaning on the back of Maggie’s chair, brows raised, confused] “Uhm okay, English please, Ms. Brainiac.”
Maggie [grinning, eyes flicking toward the monitor] “It’s...complicated. Think spatial redistribution meets controlled molecular realignment.”
Jane [blinking, staring at Maggie] “Huh!?!”
Maggie [sitting upright, voice clear and precise] “Here, I'll show you. Initiate compression protocol—Sequence Delta-Niner-Zero. Confirm biometric sync and engage phase field stabilization.”
Jane’s body suddenly trembled, as if caught in a silent shockwave, and then, she fractured into a cascade of radiant particles, each shard pulsing with energy. Her form broke apart in a radiant shimmer, disassembling, her outline flickering like a glitch in reality.
Maggie spun in her chair, eyes wide in awe, gripping the armrest as the compression field lit the room in soft waves of bluish light.
Out of nowhere, the compression field faltered—lights flickered, and Maggie’s monitor blared a warning in red: ALGORITHM INSTABILITY DETECTED. The cascade of particles that had been Jane stuttered mid-air, caught in a chaotic loop, flickering and distorting like a corrupted hologram.
Maggie [spinning around in her chair, fingers flying across the keyboard] “No, no, no—phase sync is drifting. Compression matrix is slipping. Recalibrating field harmonics now…”
Jane [fragmented screaming, distorted and scattered through the room] “W-what are you doing to m-ME?!”
Suddenly, the flickering molecules steadied—the fragmented distortion faded as the swirling particles began to flow with renewed precision. Jane’s fragmented form started to coalesce, the glow tightening, realigning, compressing smoothly as the algorithm corrected itself in real-time.
Jane stood unsteadily, her legs slightly wobbly as if the floor had shifted beneath her. She looked around in disbelief—everything was just a little too big. The edge of Maggie’s desk hit higher on her waist, the posters on the wall seemed to stretch taller, and Maggie herself now looked subtly—but unmistakably—more towering than before. Her messy bun had come slightly undone in the chaos, strands falling around her flushed face as she slowly pieced together the impossible truth.
Maggie [gasping, eyes wide in wonder] “This, this is…unbelievable!”
Maggie [beaming] “Oh my goodness, look at you! Cell integrity’s intact, neural function looks stable, no molecular drift, and your vital readings stayed within threshold—Jane, this is a complete success! You’re officially the first successful human subject in dimensional compression history!”
Maggie unspooled the measuring tape again, her voice animated, words tumbling out—but to Jane, they came warped and underwater, like a radio detuning mid-sentence. Jane blinked hard, her vision swimming slightly as a wave of dizziness washed over her. The room tilted just a little—not enough to fall, but enough to make her legs feel like jelly. She looked over at Maggie, who was now somehow… eye-level!
Maggie [barely containing her excitement] “Woah, you're exactly five feet—on the dot! That’s a ten-inch reduction with full proportional integrity. No cellular fragmentation, no mass bleed, no perceptible biological drift. Jane, this isn’t just successful compression—this is precision-scale biometric modulation! This is HISTORY!"
Jane [shouting, voice cracking with fury] “Wait a minute, wait a minute! You actually SHRUNK me?! Are you INSANE, CHAN?!”
As Jane stormed in tight circles, throwing her hands in the air and ranting at full volume, Maggie couldn’t help but notice—somewhere between the fury and the pacing—just how adorably out of scale Jane looked now. Maggie’s mind raced—scientifically, of course—with one burning curiosity: what would that look like…at half scale?
Maggie [softly, just above a whisper, near Jane’s ear] “Initiate Delta Sequence Five-Zero.”
Suddenly, the air around Jane shimmered once more—barely a heartbeat after Maggie’s whispered command. The molecules surrounding her flared with light, flickering briefly before settling into a controlled flow. The chaotic energy of moments before gave way to eerie precision, as if gravity had snapped back into focus and taken Jane with it...
The compression field pulsed gently. Jane’s body began to fracture into shimmering particles again—not violently, but smoothly this time, like silk unraveling in slow motion. Her form coalesced briefly before collapsing inward, the glow tightening around her frame, her silhouette condensing with elegant precision. Jane gasped, stumbling slightly as the world around her stretched taller once again—faster this time, more deliberate.
Maggie [smirking, voice dripping with mock sweetness] “Aww, look at you...you’re way too cute like this...”
Maggie [standing over Jane, a mischievous glint in her eyes] “You just keep getting cuter and cuter the more I shrink you.”
Jane [fuming with frustration] “Maggie, grow me the fuck back right now! This isn’t funny anymore!”
Maggie [grinning mischievously] “Alright, hold that adorable little glare—this is too good not to document.”
She effortlessly scooped Jane up with both hands, lifting her as if she were weightless, and settled her into her lap.
Maggie [raising her phone] “Quick selfie. For science, obviously.”
Jane was startled by how effortlessly Maggie lifted her, the sudden weightlessness catching her off guard and silencing her protest into a stunned hush.
Maggie [with a playful smirk] “Jane, you have such tiny little hands now, it's adorable!”
Jane [crossing her arms, glaring up] “Yeah? Well maybe yours are just gargantuan.”
Maggie [adjusting her grip, voice firm and focused] “Alright, fun break’s over—we’ve got compression metrics to gather before the bio-scaling window closes and my data goes rogue. We must continue to shrink while the bio-compression window’s stable!"
Jane [snapping, eyes blazing] “I’m not getting any SMALLER, you hear ME, CHAN! [shoving at Maggie’s hand] Reverse it—now! I didn’t agree to be shrunken for your entertainment!”
Maggie, completely unfazed by Jane’s protests, stood up with calm precision, ignoring the tension in Jane’s voice like background noise. In one smooth motion, she scooped the tiny, furious redhead up and lifted her effortlessly onto her shoulders. Jane’s thighs settled snug against Maggie’s neck, the warmth of her skin radiating down as Maggie steadied her with one hand.
Maggie [her tone sweet but clinical] “Oh Janey, I can’t grow you back just yet. Not until I’ve collected full-range compression response data—motor coordination, balance compensation, real-time thermal feedback...[grinning wider, tilting her head back] Besides, we’re having so much fun the smaller you get.”
Jane [voice sharp with frustration] “I’m not getting any smaller, you hear me?! This stops here! I swear, if you shrink me ONE MORE TIME, I’m biting your ear!”
She kicked her legs, trying to slide off, but Maggie’s hand held her steady with frustrating ease.
Jane [letting out a raw, furious scream] “Maggie, I swear if you go through with this....”
Maggie [tone playful with a spark of mischief] “Initiate compression protocol—Sequence Delta-Three-Zero.”
The console beeped obediently, and the soft hum of the compression field ignited again, rippling around Jane’s already-miniaturized form. Maggie felt the subtle shift—Jane’s weight lightening, her thighs drawing closer together around her neck.
Jane [letting out a frustrated, full-bodied scream] “MAGGIE, DO NOT—AAAHH!”
Her voice fractured mid-yell, climbing in pitch as her body began to shrink once more. The sound warped as her volume diminished, the scream fading into a high, tinny echo.
Maggie [wide-eyed, almost reverent] “Wow… even your vocal pitch is scaling perfectly. That’s… actually adorable.”
Jane [squealing in an adorably tiny, high-pitched voice] “OMG, put me down! Put me down right now!”
Maggie [voice dripping with amusement] “Whoa, this is SO cool!
Maggie [marveling as she gently turned her palm, studying Jane with wide-eyed fascination] “It’s wild to think you used to tower over me—nearly a whole foot taller. Now? You fit so naturally in my hand, like you were made for it.”
Jane [glowering up at her, voice sharp and furious] “Ughhh! I swear, you are so dead when I'm big again, Chan!”
Maggie [smirking] “Hmm, I’d say about eighteen inches tall. Margin of error maybe half an inch, depending on shrink lag and posture drift. Scientifically speaking, you’re now certified travel-sized now!”
Jane’s frustration was boiling over as Maggie’s enormous fingers shifted around her, easily adjusting her. Every movement felt exaggerated, each touch a reminder of just how small she’d become. Her balance wobbled with every slight tilt of Maggie’s palm, and the fact that she had no real control over it only made it worse.
Maggie [voice dripping with condescending charm] “Oh Janey, cheer up! You’re going to go down in history—the first human to undergo stable molecular compression with full cognitive retention. That’s Nobel-tier data, a breakthrough in spatial physics and bioengineering! You’re practically a scientific landmark.”
Jane [sobbing, her tiny voice trembling] “But I don’t wanna be a scientific landmark...I just wanna be my normal height.”
Maggie [smirking] “Don't worry Janey, I’ll grow you back… eventually. But first—Initiate Compression Protocol: Sequence Delta-One-Five.”
Jane [in panicked disbelief] "Whaaat...WAIT!"
The interface chirped in response, the soft whir of the field intensifying as Maggie’s palm tingled ever so slightly from her tiny subject.
Jane [voice rising with panic] “No! NO, NO—Maggie, stop!
Maggie [effortlessly lifting Jane, voice laced with playful superiority] “Wow… it’s kind of ridiculous how light you are now. Like, I could juggle you if I wanted. You’re honestly becoming way too fun to mess with, Janey.”
Jane [clutching Maggie’s fingers, eyes wide in panic] “Oh my god, I’m so high up! Maggie, put me down, put me DOWN!”
Her voice squeaked with rising terror as she stared down at the distant floor, her shrunken body trembling in Maggie’s grasp.
Maggie’s grip around Jane’s waist tightened slightly, her fingers pressing firmly into Jane’s tiny torso and involuntarily squishing her breasts together. With effortless ease, Maggie brought Jane closer, gently pressing her against her warm cheek, the softness of her skin enveloping the shrunken girl completely.
Maggie [cooing softly, voice soothing but condescending] “Don’t worry, Janey, you’re safe with me. I’ve got you.”
Jane’s breath hitched, her heart pounding as the reality of her situation sank in. The sheer scale difference—being held so effortlessly, pressed against Maggie’s face like a cherished pet—made a knot of humiliation twist in her stomach. She could feel Maggie’s pulse through her cheek, the immense warmth swallowing her small frame. A wave of helplessness washed over her, and for the first time, Jane truly felt her loss of dignity—the crushing realization that she was no longer in control.
Maggie couldn’t help but notice it—the subtle, lingering scent radiating from Jane’s tiny body. A delicate blend of femininity and floral notes, sweet and soft, almost intoxicating at this new, shrunken size. Curious, Maggie brought Jane closer to her face, tilting her head as she gently sniffed Jane’s hair, the faint fragrance washing over her senses.
Maggie [breathing in deeply, voice soft but delighted] “Oh wow…you smell magnificent, Janey. Like a little bouquet.”
Jane squirmed, eyes widening in panic as Maggie’s nostrils flared, pulling in a deep breath. The suction was powerful—strands of her hair tugged lightly toward Maggie’s nose, like they were being pulled by a gentle vacuum. Jane gasped, feeling the rush of air ruffle her hair, the sheer force reminding her just how overpowering Maggie truly was now.
Maggie couldn’t help but marvel as she gripped Jane’s tiny body firmly in her hand. The sensation was surreal—feeling Jane’s small frame fit so perfectly within her grasp, her fingers easily wrapping around Jane’s waist and torso. Maggie’s pulse quickened as she tightened her hold just enough to feel the subtle warmth radiating from Jane’s body, utterly captivated by how incredible it felt to hold her like this.
Maggie [voice curious, analytical, but with a playful edge] “It’s astonishing...your body feels so light and compact. I wonder how accurately the compression protocol preserved your proportions.”
She glanced over to her desk, spotting a ruler.
Maggie [grinning with scientific enthusiasm] “Let’s measure you, Janey. I need to verify if your dimensional integrity recalibrated correctly.”
Without warning, Maggie slammed a massive ruler down behind Jane, the loud crack echoing through the room like a thunderclap. Jane jumped, startled, spinning around to see the towering measuring stick standing upright, its numbers stretching far above her head.
Maggie [voice brimming with scientific excitement] “You’re exactly six inches tall! Absolutely incredible! The compression protocol maintained perfect proportionality and dimensional accuracy. It’s flawlessly consistent!”
Jane’s eyes widened, and her face flushed with a mix of rage and disbelief. She clenched her tiny fists, seething as the realization sank in.
Jane [shouting, voice cracking with fury] “Six inches?! You made me SIX INCHES TALL?!”
Her whole body trembled with anger, glaring up at Maggie, who looked down at her with a mixture of pride and curiosity, seemingly amused by Jane’s outrage.
Just then, Maggie’s phone rang loudly. Maggie’s eyes widened, realizing it was an important call she couldn’t afford to miss.
"Yes Dr Crowe, I promise to return the equipment back to you tomorrow.."
Jane took this opportunity to escape.
"Where'd you go?"
Meanwhile Jane managed to escape and hide underneath Maggie's bed.
"Ah! There you are."
"NO! Let GO of ME!"
Maggie gently lifted the tennis ball, tilting it side to side to gauge its weight with a curious, almost clinical fascination. Jane’s shrunken body clung to the fuzzy surface, her tiny fingers digging into the fibers as she tried to stabilize herself. The slightest motion sent her wobbling, and the rough texture of the ball didn’t help.
Maggie [grinning, voice upbeat and analytical] “Alright, Janey, don’t worry—this is just a quick kinetic retention test. I need to see how much of your athleticism has been retained post-compression. Try your best to hold on!”
Jane [whimpering, tears welling up] “Maggie, please—don’t do this! I can’t—”
Maggie gave the ball a gentle shake, just enough to make Jane’s body bounce and shift, her legs scrambling for a better grip. Jane’s heart pounded like a drum, fear tightening around her chest as she fought to keep her balance. The fuzzy surface felt unstable, and each small movement threatened to send her tumbling off. She could feel her pulse racing, tears slipping down her cheeks as the reality of her helpless situation set in.
With a sudden, powerful flick of Maggie’s wrist, Jane and the tennis ball were catapulted rocketing upward with dizzying speed. The sheer force caused Jane's stomach to drop, frozen by pure shock. Wind whipped past her face as she clung desperately to the fuzzy surface, fingers digging in with all her strength. The ball soared higher, spinning slightly, and Jane’s heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst. Her entire world was a blur of motion and panic, the sheer force was overwhelming as she gripped on for dear life, barely processing the terror of being catapulted skyward.
Jane could feel the massive tennis ball slipping from her grasp, her tiny fingers losing their grip on the fuzzy surface as gravity seemed to pull her downward while the ball kept rising. Her arms stretched out desperately, clinging to the sides as the ball’s rotation began to twist her body with it. The dizzying spin made her legs flail, and panic shot through her as she realized she was losing control.
Maggie [watching from the ground, eyes sparkling with fascination] “Whoa! This is so cool! You’re actually holding on—I didn’t think you’d last that long!”
Jane could feel the ball’s velocity finally beginning to slow, the upward force giving way to a momentary weightlessness. Cautiously, she cracked one eye open, and her heart nearly stopped—just above her, the massive blades of the ceiling fan loomed closer, its blades spinning with a relentless, deafening drone that filled the air like a giant mechanical heartbeat. Pure panic took over, and Jane let out a shriek—high-pitched, desperate—and completely drowned against the loud, thrumming noise of the fan. The spinning blades seemed to grow larger, faster, and closer with every millisecond.
Maggie watched the tennis ball soar higher than anticipated, heading straight for the spinning ceiling fan. Her eyes tracking its arc with surprising calm demeanor. A quick calculation flashed through her mind—velocity, height, collision risk. Realizing she had overshot, Maggie remained unnervingly calm, already formulating a solution.
Maggie [voice firm, calm and precise] “Initiate compression—Sequence Delta-Zero-Three.”
The control module chirped in response, activating the field mid-air. The ball and Jane started to shimmer faintly, the compression parameters gearing up just in time to alter Jane's trajectory and reduce the potential impact force. Maggie watched intently as her invention started to work its magic, her eyes gleaming with fascination.
A sudden warmth surged through Jane’s body mid-air. That familiar sinking feeling hitting harder than ever. The tennis ball seemed to swell in her grasp, its fuzzy surface expanding and growing. Jane’s fingers scrambled for a better grip, but the ball kept getting bigger, nearly engulfing her hands.
Her heart pounded as her stomach flipped. Overwhelmed by a rush of fear mixed with adrenaline as the world stretched around her, the sheer horror of shrinking mid-air turning her panic into a breathless, terrified gasp.
As Jane continued to shrink, the tennis ball seemed to expand faster than she could adjust, its fuzzy surface now a forest of thick, jagged fibers pressing into her bare arms and legs. The once manageable grip turned impossible as the coarse strands dug into her skin, pricking like tiny bristles.
She strained to hold on, but her fingers couldn’t wrap around the now enormous circumference. The ball’s texture became rougher, more uneven, and her shrinking hands slipped between the fibers. Panic surged as Jane felt her grip failing, her tiny arms stretched to their limit, unable to secure herself any longer.
Jane’s grip finally gave out, her tiny fingers slipping from the thick, prickly fibers of the tennis ball. In an instant, she was airborne, tumbling through the open space with nothing to hold onto. The world blurred around her as she fell, the sensation like dropping from a skyscraper—weightless, helpless, and terrifying. The wind of the dorm room rushed past her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, a shrill squeal ripping from her throat as she plummeted, heart pounding like a drum.
Maggie’s eyes widened, quickly tracking Jane’s descent. She lunged forward, palms open, eager to catch Jane’s incredibly tiny, shrunken body before gravity could claim her.
As Jane tumbled through the air, her tiny scream barely audible. Maggie’s eyes locked onto her, calculating the trajectory in a split second.
Maggie [softly, voice soothing as her hand steadied to catch her] “Don’t worry, Janey...I got you.”
Maggie's tone was calm, almost gentle, as if coaxing a frightened kitten. The sound of her voice cut through Jane’s panic and just for a second, the fear softened, replaced by a desperate hope that Maggie would keep her safe.
Jane’s world went blank for a moment—nothing but darkness and a faint ringing in her ears. Slowly, sensations crept back in: warmth enveloping her, a soft, plush surface pressing gently against her back. Her eyelids fluttered open, and her vision blurred before gradually sharpening.
Blinking rapidly, she took in her surroundings—massive, curved lines stretching out like the landscape of some bizarre, living world. Then the realization hit her like a shockwave. She was lying completely sprawled out in the center of Maggie’s palm!
Maggie slowly drew her hand closer, her eyes wide with fascination, unable to hide the awe bubbling up inside her. She marveled at how effortlessly Jane fit in her palm now—so small, so delicate. Gently, she tilted her hand to get a better look, her lips curving into a curious, almost delighted smile.
Her gaze naturally drifted down to Jane’s tiny feet, captivated by how absurdly cute they looked—so perfectly formed, with pastel white polish gleaming softly against the warm sunlight.
Her eyes traveled slowly up Jane’s smooth legs, taking in the graceful lines and soft curves, the way her limbs seemed almost too delicate to belong to the same fiery redhead who had once towered over her, drastically. Every inch was captivating—Jane's skin still flawless, her proportions perfectly maintained despite the drastic size difference.
Maggie couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer. Gently, but with a sense of fascinated urgency, she pinched Jane’s entire body between her forefinger and thumb, carefully lifting her off her palm. Jane’s body felt so light—almost weightless—and Maggie marveled at how effortlessly she could hold her.
Maggie [voice soft, almost whispering with wonder] “Whoa…you’re so tiny now, Janey! I better be really careful with you.”
The pressure, though gentle, was still overwhelming for Jane. She couldn’t move an inch, her arms pinned tightly to her sides, legs dangling helplessly in the open air. A shiver of helplessness shot through her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, the anxiety of being so small washing over her like a wave. The immense pressure from Maggie’s fingers felt suffocating despite the careful hold, and Jane couldn’t fight back the sob welling in her chest.
Maggie couldn’t help herself. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she gently stood Jane up in the center of her palm, using her fingertip to nudge the tiny redhead into place. Jane wobbled slightly, trying to steady herself, but Maggie just grinned wider, clearly enjoying the sight.
Maggie [laughing, voice dripping with playful condescension] “Well, well...I’d say you’re about two inches tall now, Janey. Aww, look at you—my very own pocket-sized redhead. You’re just too cute now!”
Jane’s face turned beet red, fists clenched at her sides as she glared up at Maggie, her tiny frame trembling with anger.
Jane [yelling, voice cracking with frustration] “Ok Maggie, this isn’t FUNNY ANYMORE!”
She stomped her foot on Maggie’s palm, the impact barely noticeable, but her defiant stance made her look even more adorable.
Maggie’s eyes lit up with a devious spark as she took in Jane’s tiny, furious stance. A mischievous grin spread across her face, and an idea popped into her head.
Maggie [voice dripping with playful intent] “Oooh, I have an idea...”
Without giving Jane a chance to react, Maggie lowered her palm toward the floor, slowly tilting it at an angle. Jane’s eyes widened as she felt herself slipping, desperately trying to dig her heels into Maggie’s skin for traction.
Jane [panicked, scrambling to stay upright] “Wait—Maggie! Don’t—”
But gravity won out. Jane’s tiny legs gave way, and she helplessly tumbled down the slope of Maggie’s palm, her arms flailing as she lost her footing. With a startled squeak, she slid right off the edge and fell the short distance to the floor, landing with a soft thud.
Jane slowly pushed herself up, legs shaky as she finally stood, trying to steady her breathing. Her vision blurred for a moment, but when it cleared, her heart dropped. Maggie’s feet were right in front of her—monstrous, overwhelming, every groove and ridge in her skin like rugged terrain stretching out for miles. The chipped white nail polish on Maggie’s toes looked like cracked paint on a massive wall, and the warm, musky scent wafting from her feet was almost suffocating, filling Jane’s lungs with each shaky breath.
Before she could process it, Maggie leaned down slightly, a playful, almost mocking grin spreading across her face.
Maggie [voice sweet and teasing] “Aww, look at you, Janey. From up here, you’re practically indistinguishable from a little crumb on the floor.”
Jane’s stomach twisted, and a chill ran through her. The sheer size difference and the way Maggie’s words hit her—reducing her to something so insignificant—made her heart pound faster. She bit her lip to hold back the frustrated tears, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her. Maggie’s massive toes shifted slightly, the sound of skin against the floor loud and daunting, reminding Jane just how small and powerless she truly was.
Jane’s heart pounded as she watched Maggie’s massive foot lift from the floor, rising like a colossal structure moving effortlessly through the air. From her shrunken perspective, it was a frightful, terrifying sight—the arch flexing, toes curling slightly as Maggie took a single, casual step.
The sheer distance covered in that one stride was staggering—hundreds of feet from Jane’s tiny viewpoint. Then, with a heavy thud, Maggie’s foot crashed back to the ground. The impact sent a powerful shockwave through the floor, vibrating up Jane’s legs and almost knocking her off her feet. The force rattled her entire body, leaving her stunned and breathless.
Maggie [glancing back over her shoulder] “Well, Janey...”
Maggie’s colossal foot lifted once more, the air shifting around Jane as the massive sole moved effortlessly through space. Jane couldn’t tear her eyes away, paralyzed with a mix of awe and dread. The gigantic foot hovered for a moment, then came crashing down again with a thunderous impact, sending another shockwave through the floor.
Maggie [chuckling, voice playful and mischievous] “Maybe you’ll be a little harder to find at hiding at this height!”
Maggie approached the window sill, her towering form casting long, distorted shadows over the room. With a swift tug, she closed the blinds, and the room instantly plunged into an eerie darkness, the sudden change making Jane gasp. The muffled quiet that followed felt thick and suffocating.
A moment later, a bright LED beam cut through the dark—Maggie had grabbed a flashlight, flicking it on with a sharp click. The cone of light swept across the room, illuminating fragments of the floor and walls, casting giant, looming shadows that seemed to swallow Jane whole.
Maggie [voice dripping with playful menace] “There. Now you’ve got a better chance of not being found!”
She aimed the flashlight in Jane's direction, the beam just missing her by a few inches.
Maggie [mockingly sweet] “I’ll even give you twenty seconds to hide. Better make it count, little Janey!”
Jane looked up, her tiny face streaked with tears, eyes wide with terror as Maggie’s voice cut through the darkness, smooth and taunting.
Maggie [calmly, her voice almost singsong] “Nineteen... eighteen... seventeen... sixteen...”
Jane’s heart pounded, and her eyes darted around, desperately searching for a place to hide. Shadows loomed everywhere, and the flashlight beam kept sweeping unpredictably across the floor. Nearby, she spotted one of Maggie’s old, discarded socks—a massive, crumpled heap that reeked of stale sweat and fabric softener. The mere thought of crawling inside made her gag, but the relentless countdown pressed on.
Maggie [voice growing closer] “Three... two... one...”
With a surge of panic, Jane squeezed her eyes shut and dove onto a crawling position on the dusty hardwood floor, desperate for shelter.
Maggie lowered herself onto one knee, the flashlight casting long shadows across the room as she leaned in.
Maggie [voice sing-song and mischievous] “Ready or not, here I come!”
She flicked the flashlight beam across the floor, the circle of light sweeping over the clutter of the dorm room floor. The ground was a chaotic mix of loose change scattered, crumpled food containers abandoned from late-night study sessions, and a few old, worn socks tossed near the bed. Maggie’s eyes scanned the mess, her grin widening as the beam moved from one object to another—but no sign of Jane.
Maggie [raising an eyebrow, clearly impressed] “Oh, I’m impressed, Janey...hiding better than I thought!”
Maggie’s voice echoed playfully through the dark room, her tone both teasing and a little sinister.
Maggie [sing-song, voice drifting closer] “Come out, come out, wherever you are, little Janey...”
Jane’s heart pounded as she cowered low, pressing herself against the cold, plastic surface of a massive water bottle. She crouched down, trying to stay completely still, barely daring to breathe. Suddenly, the beam of light swept past, and Jane’s stomach dropped as it hit the water bottle. The light refracted through the clear plastic, scattering into distorted, glowing patterns—and one of those streaks fell directly across her tiny body, illuminating her in an eerie, shimmering glow.
Before she could even think to move, Maggie’s voice rang out again, closer this time, with a wickedly playful edge.
Maggie [voice dripping with excitement] “Oh, let’s up the stakes. If I find you, Janey, I’m shrinking you down even smaller!”
Maggie’s eyes narrowed as the flashlight beam caught a faint silhouette through the clear plastic of the water bottle. A sly grin spread across her face as she crept closer, moving like a predator stalking its prey. With one swift, decisive motion, Maggie swooped down and lifted the bottle, expecting to reveal her shrunken friend. But to her surprise, the spot where Jane had been was empty—the little redhead had somehow slipped away.
Maggie [pouting, voice tinged with disappointment] “Hey, where did you go?!”
With a surge of determination, Jane made a split-second decision and dove headfirst into a half-eaten cup of ramen noodles, barely missing Maggie’s sweeping flashlight beam. Crawling deeper into the cup, she forced herself through the sticky, tangled mess of slimy noodles. The remnants of broth clung to her skin, and greasy seasoning smeared across her arms and legs, making every movement feel sluggish and uncomfortable.
The remnants of slimy broth clung to her skin, and the sticky seasoning coated her arms and legs, but Jane gritted her teeth and pressed on, fighting the urge to gag. The damp, musty smell was overpowering, but her survival instinct overrode the discomfort.
She knew that getting caught meant shrinking even smaller than she already was, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine. As gross as it was, hiding among the leftover noodles was better than being at Maggie’s mercy. Jane took a steadying breath, staying low and silent, determined not to let her giant tormentor find her.
Maggie huffed in mild frustration, her flashlight beam sweeping across the cluttered floor once more. Most of the room had been covered—under the bed, behind the desk, even the pile of discarded clothes. Yet, there was no sign of her tiny, elusive friend.
Just as Maggie was about to move on, her gaze landed on the half-eaten cup of ramen sitting towards the corner of the room. A slow, mischievous smile crept across her face. She knelt down, sitting cross-legged in front of it, and lightly tapped the side of the cup with the toe of her bare foot, causing the cup to wobble slightly.
Maggie [smirking, voice playful and sly] “You wouldn’t dare to hide in here, would you, Janey?”
Jane’s heart dropped as the cup trembled slightly. She froze, barely daring to breathe, as the bright LED flashlight beam bled through the thin styrofoam walls of the ramen cup. The cheap, flimsy material glowed eerily, casting distorted shadows inside, making the leftover noodles and smeared seasoning painfully visible.
Her pulse quickened, and a cold sweat broke out on her skin as the realization hit—she was trapped. The narrow, cramped space left her nowhere to run. Jane’s body trembled uncontrollably, the fear settling deep in her stomach as she heard Maggie starting to whistle just outside the walls of the cup.
Maggie dropped down onto her stomach, sprawling out on the floor with an amused glint in her eye. Propping herself up on her elbows, she leaned in close, her face just inches from the ramen cup. The flashlight beam poured directly into the open top, flooding the cramped space with harsh, blinding light.
Maggie’s eyes widened with delight as she spotted the tiny figure huddled deep inside among the slimy noodles, trembling and trying to stay hidden. A wide, triumphant grin spread across her face.
Maggie [cooing with pure satisfaction] “Ohhh, there you are, Janey!”
Maggie’s eyes lit up with excitement, and without wasting a second, she swiftly grabbed the styrofoam ramen cup, lifting it off the ground in one smooth motion. The sudden movement sent the remaining noodles sliding around, and Jane tumbled to the bottom of the cup, landing in a sticky mess.
Maggie’s face loomed above, her eyes wide with triumphant delight as she peered down at the tiny, disheveled figure sprawled among the greasy noodles.
Maggie [grinning, voice bubbling with excitement] “I thought I’d never find you, Janey!”
Jane froze, her body locked in terror as Maggie’s massive fork plunged into the cup, effortlessly scooping up a heap of dried, slimy noodles right beside her. The sudden movement made the noodles shift, revealing Jane’s tiny, trembling form at the bottom of the cup.
Maggie [casually with menace] “Well, well... I’m actually starving. Haven’t really eaten much the last three days.”
She gave the fork a gentle twirl, the noodles swaying dangerously close.
Maggie [her tone almost sweet] “You don’t mind if I have a quick bite, do you, Janey?”
Maggie raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the dried, clumped noodles in the cup. With a casual shrug, she grabbed a nearby water bottle, twisting off the cap with a pop.
Maggie [smirking, playful] “Let’s bring these noodles back to life, shall we?”
Before Jane could react, Maggie tipped the bottle, and a torrent of cold water cascaded into the cup. The powerful stream slammed into the noodles, splashing and swirling around, instantly soaking everything inside.
Jane screamed, but the roar of water drowned out her tiny voice completely. The force knocked her backward, her body submerged as the rising liquid soaked through her clothes and coated her in greasy broth. She struggled to keep her head above the surging wave, sputtering and gasping, her cries reduced to faint, muffled squeaks under the relentless downpour.
Maggie barely noticed Jane’s desperate thrashing, too busy swirling the water around with the fork, grinning as the noodles slowly softened and separated.
As the broth settled, Maggie carefully slid the fork underneath Jane’s shrunken body, lifting her out of the broth with ease.
Jane’s tiny, exhausted form lay draped across the prongs, her limbs limp and shivering as she tried to catch her breath. Ramen broth dripped from her soaked clothes, and sticky strands of noodles clung to her legs. She coughed weakly, sputtering out the salty liquid, tears streaming down her face, blending with the broth and flecks of seasoning clinging to her skin.
Maggie raised the fork closer, her grin widening as she observed Jane’s soaked, defeated state.
Jane [voice trembling, barely above a whisper] “Please, Maggie... don’t shrink me anymore...”
Maggie barely acknowledged Jane’s trembling plea, her attention shifting back to the cup. With a casual flick of her wrist, she scooped up a forkful of ramen, twirling the noodles expertly before lifting them to her mouth.
Maggie [murmuring with satisfaction] “Mmm...”
She savored the taste, the broth coating her tongue as she slowly chewed the softened noodles. Meanwhile, Jane, still stuck in the cup, struggled to stay afloat, the greasy broth clinging to her tiny form as she coughed and tried to keep her head above the murky surface.
Maggie glanced down at the cup, still chewing, her eyes settling on Jane’s drenched, struggling figure. A sly grin crept onto her face.
Maggie [voice slightly muffled by noodles] “Don’t be silly, Janey. You’re way too big for me to eat.”
She swallowed the remaining ramen, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.
Maggie [chuckling, eyes gleaming with mischief] “You’d need to be much, much smaller for that.”
Jane’s entire body tensed as she felt the cold steel of the fork prongs slip under her, lifting her tiny form effortlessly out of the greasy broth. The sudden movement made her stomach flip, and she struggled to keep her balance as the soup cascaded off her back, dripping back into the cup below. The chill of the metal against her soaked skin sent a shiver down her spine.
Jane [voice shrill, trembling with fear] “Are you INSANE?! You can't EAT ME, MAGGIE!”
Maggie leaned over the cup, her face looming large and close, a devilish glint lighting up her eyes. Her smirk widened, clearly reveling in Jane’s frantic squirming.
Maggie [whispering with menace] “I don’t see why not, Janey...but I want you to be small enough so I don't notice you.”
She leaned in even closer, her warm breath washing over Jane’s tiny, trembling body. Then, with a wicked grin, Maggie straightened up, her tone calm but chillingly decisive.
Maggie [voice purr-like] “Initiate compression protocol—Delta sequence zero-point-five.”
A sudden, overwhelming surge of energy flooded Jane’s tiny body, far more intense than before. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, a hot, tingling wave racing through her veins. This time, the shrinking process hit like a shockwave—rapid and relentless.
Jane barely had time to scream before her body began to compress at an alarming speed. The force of the rapid reduction sent ripples through the broth around her, causing the greasy liquid to splash and slosh wildly. Noodles bounced and twisted from the sudden disturbance, broth droplets spraying outward as if caught in a miniature storm.
Maggie leaned over the ramen cup, eyes wide with fascination as faint crackles of bluish energy danced around Jane’s body in the greasy ramen broth.
Maggie [captivated, whispering to herself] “Incredible...she’s still getting smaller.”
Jane’s frantic movements grew weaker as the shrinking continued, her tiny form slipping deeper into the knotted mass of noodles. Maggie leaned in closer, barely blinking, as Jane’s tiny silhouette became almost impossible to see, engulfed by the giant noodles. With one final, muffled squeak, Jane vanished completely beneath the greasy surface, swallowed by the broth and the tangled strands. Only faint ripples marked where she had been.
The intense surge of energy abruptly ceased, and Jane gasped, feeling the pressure lift from her body. Disoriented and weak, she struggled to resurface, kicking her legs through the greasy broth. Her tiny form broke through the surface, coughing and spluttering as she desperately reached for anything to keep herself afloat.
Her fingers latched onto a rounded, bobbing object, barely managing to cling to its slick surface. Catching her breath, her heart pounded as her eyes darted around, taking in the terrifying scale of everything. The ramen cup, once cramped and grimy, now stretched out like a colossal pit around her. Noodles the size of thick ropes draped over the edges, and the broth looked like a churning, endless sea.
Reality crashed down on her as she realized what she was holding onto. A massive, soggy green pea, floating like a buoy in the murky soup. Her hands started trembling wildly. Tears spilled down her cheeks, mixing with the greasy water as she sobbed, the crushing realization hitting her full force—she was impossibly, terrifyingly tiny.
A sudden loud pop erupted from Maggie’s desk, followed by a crackle and a burst of bluish-pink smoke. Maggie spun around, eyes wide as the compression hardware began to sputter and hiss, the sleek metallic module flickering with erratic sparks. The cooling vents spat out plumes of colored smoke, and the display flashed a critical error message:
"MALFUNCTION: Compression Protocol Failure. Delta Sequence Unstable. Recalibration Unresponsive."
The stabilizer coils glowed too hot, the processor humming loudly as data streams distorted on the screen. Maggie leaned in, eyes narrowing as she tried to decipher the problem.
Maggie [muttering] “Crap... system overload. Delta Sequence feedback loop. Didn’t factor in molecular destabilization.”
Her heart pounded, realizing the shrinking process might be spiraling out of control.
The room lights flickered violently, the sudden surge of electrical energy crackling through the air like a live wire. Maggie’s eyes darted from the malfunctioning hardware to the ramen cup, which had begun to emit faint, crackling sparks of bluish-pink light.
Before Maggie could react, a surge of energy erupted from the cup, a shockwave blasting outward. The styrofoam container exploded, bits of broth and soggy noodles spraying across the room.
In the center of the chaos, Jane’s tiny form began to glow, her body swelling and stretching at an alarming rate. The rapid regrowth sent her flying mid-air, limbs flailing as her size shot upward in a matter of seconds.
Jane hit the dorm room floor hard, sprawled out, drenched in greasy liquid, and tangled in sticky noodles.
Kneeling on the cold floor, Jane gasped for breath, her mind reeling from the sudden shift back to normal size.
Everything felt unreal. Just moments ago, she was practically microscopic, fighting to stay afloat in a sea of ramen broth. Now she was back—full-sized, soaked, and shivering.
She wiped the slimy mess from her face, hands trembling, trying to make sense of what just happened.
