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[jopitty]

I was banging on the glass like a lunatic. “Mom! Mom, can you hear me? I’m in here! I need help!”

Mom walked into the kitchen, looking around like she was trying to find a lost pair of shoes. “Josie? Where are you?” God, she can be so blind somtimes, I mean, hello, your daughters jumping up and down right in front of you! Her eyes finally landed on me, down at the bottom of the fish tank, waving my arms like a maniac. “Mom, look down! I’m in here!”

She crouched next to the tank, squinting. “Josie? Is that really you? What on earth… you’re tiny!”

I threw my hands up in frustration. “Yes, I’m tiny! Amanda shrunk me! She used this stupid app I downloaded. Now, can you please get me out of here?”

Mom didn’t move. She just kept staring at me, her eyes narrowing. I knew that look! “Wait… Amanda did this? What were you doing messing with some app in the first place? You were supposed to be looking after her!”

“I know, but... She grabbed my phone, and...”

“Josie,” she said, crossing her arms, “you were supposed to be responsible today. Not playing around with dangerous stuff.”

“Mom, I get it!” I yelled, jeez, my voice was so squeaky! “I'm sorry... But you can’t just leave me in here! It's... Humiliating!”

Mom raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “You’ll stay right there until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding, right? You’re actually gonna leave me in here?!”

“You shrunk yourself messing around with something you shouldn’t have. Now you’ll deal with the consequences,” she said, shaking her head. “Maybe some time in that tank will help you think about your choices.”

I could feel my face flush with blood. “Mom, come on! This isn’t funny! Let me out!”

But she just shrugged. “Nope. You’re going to stay right there until I get back. And no more whining about it.”

I slumped down onto the colourful gravel at the bottom of the tank. “She can’t be serious… this is insane.”

Mom smirked a little as she stood up. “Oh, I’m serious. You’ll stay in there, and maybe Amanda will keep you company.”

“Mom!” I shouted as she started to leave the room. “You can’t leave me with her! She’s the one who put me in here!”

Mom just waved over her shoulder. “I’ll check on you later, Josie. I hope Amanda is a better babysitter than you were...”

As she walked out, I groaned and sank even lower into the gravel. “This is officially the worst day of my life.”

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I heard footsteps. Amanda popped her head in, grinning from ear to ear. “How’s my little fish doing?”

I glared up at her. “Amanda, I swear, when I get out of here—”

“Oh, you’re not getting out anytime soon,” she said, tapping on the glass like I was some zoo exhibit. “This is way too much fun...”

I sighed, knowing I was stuck—for now. But she’d pay. Just wait until I was big again.

"...Plus, I deleted that App and your phone..." She held up the remnants of my phone, smashed into bits. "Oops! Oh well!"

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“Comfortable?” Marissa asked with a sarcastic grin.

Taylor’s eyes widened, and she tried to scramble away, but Marissa’s fingers quickly blocked her path. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere,” she said, tapping Taylor on the head with her finger, sending her stumbling backward.

“This isn’t funny!” Jess snapped, but her voice was so small and pathetic, she had no authority.

Marissa leaned back, her eyes shifting to the game starting in the distance. “It’s hilarious from where I’m sitting. Sorry about the view..." She smirked, gesturing to her skirt, which had rode up, giving them both a view that they were less than happy about. "A good cheerleader needs to be ready to cheer at a moments notice!”

Jess and Taylor exchanged panicked glances as the roar of the crowd boomed in the background. They could see the game, but they weren’t part of it anymore. Not like this.

“You’ll stay right here for the whole game,” Marissa said, tightening her crossed legs slightly, making them both stumble toward her. “Nice and safe… between my legs.”

Jess felt her face burn with humiliation. They were supposed to be out there, cheering with the rest of the squad, not sitting like helpless dolls under the watch of their smug rival. “You won’t get away with this,” she muttered.

Taylor took her hand. “When we get back to normal—” she started, as if about to unveil a plan.

“When?” Marissa interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “You think that’s happening anytime soon?” She laughed, patting them on the head. “You two better get comfy.”

As the game went on, the cheers and chants from the crowd were deafening, but all Jess and Taylor could focus on was how small they felt—literally and figuratively. Trapped between Marissa’s legs, the humiliation of their situation sank in deeper with each passing minute.

Every now and then, Marissa would glance down at them, smirking. “How’s the view down there, ladies?”

Jess grit her teeth. This was beyond humiliating, College was supposed to be fun!

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Miss Davina used to be in charge, the strict teacher everyone listened to—until the shrinking virus hit. Now, she was just a few inches tall, staring up at Kayla, who used to give her attitude. The tables had turned. Kayla wasn’t scared of her anymore; she was towering over her, smirking. Miss Davina wasn’t the boss here now—she was just a tiny, helpless pet.

"Hey, Miss Davina… are my sneakers dirty?" Kayla asked, failing to hide her smugness as she shoved the sneaker closer to her shrunken teacher. "Hmm, yeah, they’re filthy. Maybe you should give ‘em a clean?" She grinned, towering over her helpless teacher. "You’re not really my teacher anymore, more like a pet, And pets? They need to be useful." Kayla tapped her foot, causing a slight tremor beneath Miss Davina. "Go on, start cleaning, unless you’d rather I accidentally step on you?"

[AB23]

These are great! Would you ever do M/f stories?

[jopitty]

These are great! Would you ever do M/f stories?

Thanks! I could give it a go. PM me with more details.

[jopitty]

Jessica lay on the grass in that sweet spot between sleep and comfort. A perfect sunbathing sweet spot.

Then something tickled her hair. Probably just a bug. She ignored it and settled back, but then she heard this tiny, squeaky noise. It made her sit up.

At first, she didn’t see anything weird. Just the usual park stuff. Kids playing, people jogging by, birds pecking at the grass. But then… she saw them.

Little, tiny people, running across the grass toward her.

Her eyes widened. No way. No freaking way. It was Leah, Megan, Rachel and Becky—but they were, like, an inch tall! They were waving their tiny arms, running as fast as their little legs could go, screaming something she could barely hear.

Jess squinted. “Guys?” she mumbled, leaning closer.

“Help!” Leah’s voice came out as a high-pitched squeak. Megan and Racheal were practically jumping, and Rachel was lagging behind them.

Jess blinked. The shrink virus. Of course. She'd heard all about the virus, everyone had but she'd never actually seen a shrinkie up-close! And now her friends were literally bug-sized!

She couldn’t help it—she snorted. “You’re tiny!” she said Lowering her hand toward them, she plucked them up, one by one, placing them on her open palm.. “Freaky..?” she stammered to herself.

Leah squeaked something angrily, Megan was holding onto Rachel and Becky was keeled over in exhaustion.

Her mind raced to all the tick toc videos she had watched of shrinkies doing tricks! Too cute!

"My very own flea circus...!" she didn't intend to anger them but they were certainly not happy with that comment!

'oh well' she thought as they stamped around her hand, 'they can stamp there little feet all they like... I'm still gunna make them do tricks...!'

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Emma lay across her friend, Amanda’s bed, her fingers gently pinching Amanda's tiny sister, Laura by the waist as she held the tiny girl up in the air, inspecting her with an amused smile.

Laura was squirming furiously "Put me down right now, Emma! I am not a toy!"

Emma stifled a giggle at the tiny girls aggression "But you’re just so cute like this..." she cooed, "Like a little doll. Or maybe a keychain…" Holding her hip between her fingers, Emma dangled the shrunken girl in the air.

"Ugh!" Laura panicked, shouting over to her disinterested sister, "Amanda, will you do something about this...?!"

Amanda barely looked up from her phone, casually scrolling and only sparing her sister a glance. "Relax, Laura. It’s not that bad. And besides, Emma’s being gentle."

Suppressing another laugh, Emma brought Laura a bit closer to her face "I don’t know why you’re so upset... You’re, like, the most adorable little thing I’ve ever see!." she softly pinched Laura’s tiny bum cheek, causing her to squeal and squirm more

"I swear, when I'm big again, your both dead!"

Amanda snorted. still focused on her phone "Maybe chill out a bit, hmm? The whole, shrink virus thing HAS no cure... Honestly, you need to start thinking more like a mouse! You're not going to get any bigger!"

Emma, holding back laughter, placed the incandescent person onto the mattress "She’s right, Laura. But, you know... You should keep fighting...I think it’s funny seeing you so, uh… spirited. It makes it even more entertaining!"

Laura was seething "I am not staying tiny forever... They're working on a cure and when I'm big.... I swear..."

Emma and Amanda exchanged a look, both trying not to laugh.

With a shrug, Amanda turned back to her phone "Sure, sure. But until then, I’d just enjoy being the centre of attention, if I were you... Oh and Emma?" she looked over to her friend. "If she keeps the attitude up, just spank it out of her... There's an elastic band in my drawer...

"WHAT! No way... You wouldn't... NOOOO!"

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“Um, guys?” Emma’s face was pale “Wh... What's going on...?”

A loud, booming thud broke through their stunned silence. A guy—one of Emma’s friends—walked right by, oblivious, stumbling toward them, as he made his way to the snack table. He swung a sneakered foot out, and the massive toe clipped the cup, rocking it and sending a wave of spilled soda splashing toward them.

“Oh, gross!” Sarah shrieked, diving out of the way as sticky liquid trickled across the floor, soaking her.

“This is insane,” Megan muttered, wiping the soda off her legs. “How are we going to get anyone to notice us without… well… you know…”

“Getting squashed?” Sarah finished, looking horrified.

"Um... Guys...!" Emma stuttered, her neck craned all the way up. Her friends did the same and they all gasped as an enormous girl stood over them, completely unaware of the terror below her.

“Ugh, my feet are killing me,” she groaned, her voice booming like a thunderstorm.

And her hand drifted down to her shoe.

Megan, Emma, and Sarah watched in dawning panic as she slipped one foot out of her sneaker. The shoe hit the floor with a dull thud, that almost nocked them to there knees, followed by a faint wave of warmth and smell that made their stomachs churn.

“Oh… no…” Emma whispered, as the girls enormous socked foot flexed in relief, the fabric damp and clinging to her skin. Without a second thought, she peeled the sock off and tossed it aside, slamming her bare foot down. The three girls barely had a moment to process the sight before Lucy’s toes stretched and splayed, casting them in shadow that enveloped them.

"Ah, that's better...!" the relieved sigh was deep and foreboding to the tiny girls.

They tried to back away, but the foot shifted, its toes flexing just inches from them. Megan yelped as the massive big toe landed right next to her. The three of them were trapped, standing in the narrow space between the towering walls of skin, and the sour warmth around them was stifling.

“Ew, ew, ew!” Sarah whimpered, clapping her hands over her nose and mouth as she tried to hold back a gag. The smell was overwhelming, a heavy, stale sweaty smell, that stung there nostrils!

"We have to get her attention before we get sq..." Meagan started, but was stopped mid sentence as the thick sock snaked toward them at a thunderous speed.

The girl slid it back on, trapping them inside and against the hot skin of her feet, there cries completely muffled and inaudible!

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They are ultra tiny...

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The kitchen was cosy, a little too big for them now, but Sarah was so used to the new giant world around her, that she barely even noticed it.

Plus, today was different, somehow she had managed to arrange a date! An honest to god, normal date! It was a bit unusual to have her mom put her on the counter and even stranger that her date had to be brought here by his own mom, but having a person that she didn't have to look up too in front of her was worth the absurdity.

Across from her sat Kyle, a fellow "shrinkie". He’d once dated her younger sister, and the thought was admittedly a little awkward. Sarah was sure her sister would find this whole setup hysterical, but that only made her appreciate the quiet moment with Kyle even more. It felt normal—something rare these days.

They were laughing about old school memories, stories of mutual friends, and marvelling at how strange the world seemed at this size. Sarah loved the feeling of finally talking to someone who understood. There was no towering, intimidating monster leaning over them, no one who could just pick her up and carry her off like a toy. It was just them, and that made her feel… almost human again.

But just as she was settling into the comfort of their conversation, the sound of soft footsteps made her heart sink. She turned just in time to see her younger sister leaning against the doorway, an amused grin plastered on her face.

“Awe, look at the two little lovebirds,” her sister taunted, crossing her arms as she sauntered over.

Sarah stiffened. Kyle shot her a glance, clearly uncomfortable. He knew her sister’s teasing all too well from when they’d dated, and now that he was barely a few inches tall, he looked visibly unsettled.

“carry on munchkins... don’t let me interrupt!” Her sister took a step forward, looming over their tiny setup. “I’ve just never seen a date that could fit on the corner of the counter.” She chuckled, bending down to get a better look. “A little date for little people.”

Sarah could feel her face flush with embarrassment as her sister’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She’d hoped they could have just one moment without being reminded of how fragile and tiny they were. But her sister had no intention of giving them that.

“So, Kyle, didn’t think you’d end up with the other sister, huh?” she sneered, giving Sarah a smirk. “Guess the shrink virus sure has a funny way of sorting things out.” She tilted her head, pretending to be interested, then tapped the counter in front of them, just a few inches away, making both Sarah and Kyle flinch.

“Oh, don’t be so shy,” she laughed.

Sarah tried to keep her voice steady, looking up at her towering sibling. “Can you… just give us some space?” she asked, hating the way her voice sounded so small, even to herself.

Her sister smirked, clearly unfazed. “Sure, sure. Enjoy your ‘date. But first...’" she then pinched the ill fitting doll dress that Sarah was wearing and in a single pluck, pulled it loose and over her head!

Before either of them could react, Sarah's sister reached down, her fingers closing around Kyle’s waist. He gasped, squirming, but his tiny body was powerless against her grip. Sarah stood on the counter, heart pounding, hands balled into fists as she watched in horror.

"Put him down!" Sarah yelled, her voice sharp but small, a mere squeak in the vastness of the kitchen. Her sister only smirked, holding Kyle up to her face with a wicked grin.

"Oh, come on, Sarah," she said with a mocking laugh. "I think we can all agree that you don't have 'the goods' anymore..." A flick to Sarah's boob staggered her back as the monstrous sister went on, "I think poor Kyle just needs a taste of the real thing." She winked at Kyle, who was visibly shaken, his tiny hands pressed against her thumb, as if trying to pry himself free. "You know, maybe a real woman might be more his speed.”

With that, she opened the collar of her blouse with her free hand and slipped Kyle down against her breast. Pressed against her skin, gasping, he struggled to find footing, but he was utterly outmatched, lost in the warm darkness.

Sarah screamed from the counter, stomping her feet in frustration, watching helplessly as her sister's smirk only grew. "You can't just do that!" she shouted, fury and embarrassment mixing as she tried to get her sister’s attention.

Her sister laughed, casually patting her chest where Kyle had disappeared. "Relax, Sarah. He’s fine—maybe even enjoying himself." She flashed her a wink.

Inside the blouse, Kyle fought to stay upright, wedged uncomfortably and completely overwhelmed, while Sarah watched from the counter, naked and utterly humiliated.

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Jenna read aloud the blurb on a small pink bottle that she had ordered on the tiktok shop, while her older sister tried to feign interest from her dollhouse prison.



"...Designed specifically for shrinkies, "Sensation Spray" takes advantage of a side effect of the shrinking virus: heightened sensitivity to physical stimuli, especially touch." She smirked when she saw the tiny girls fail of nonchalance slip, "...It says its a "relaxation and mood-enhancement tool,"



"Mood enhancement! What the fuck does that mean!?"



"Well, I just figured you needed a little pep! You know, for such a little thing, you do have a massive attitude!"



Emily’s tiny fists clenched "Attitude! You’ve got me trapped in this dumb dollhouse, dressed in these itchy, fucking doll clothes, and your always peering in at me? You’re a fucking bitch!”



Jenna laughed, "Way to make my point for me! Oh, and if you don't like barbies clothes..."



Jenna's manicured hand invaded the dollhouse, her glossy nails glinting in the light as they effortlessly found the Velcro strap holding the dress to her shrunken sister's tiny body. With a quick tug, the strap came undone, and Jenna slipped the dress away with a dramatic flourish, leaving Emily naked and furious.



The tiny sibling jumped to her feet and bolted down the plastic staircase, in a futile attempt to get away, but Jenna was far to quick.



“Where do you think you’re going, you little freak?” Jenna teased, her toothy grin widening as her manicured hand darted back into the dollhouse.



Emily squealed as Jenna’s massive finger caught her mid-step, pressing her tiny body to the plastic floor with an almost casual ease. She squirmed, kicking her legs and pounding her fists against the unyielding pressure.



“Let me go, Jenna!”



Jenna raised an eyebrow, holding her sister firmly in place. “You’re so angry...” she said, almost matter-of-factly, as she reached for the pink spray bottle on the desk. Her grin widened as she positioned it over Emily. “You know what fixes that? Pleasure spray time.”



“No! Don’t you dare!” Emily shrieked, her face flushing red with panic and rage.



The chuckling giantesse spritzed her struggling sister with the clear liquid, before letting her go.



"What the fuck... You big, dumb... Ugh..." Emily started to yell but her voice wavered. "What did you do to me... Ugh!"



Then she froze, her tiny body stiffening as a jolt of overwhelming sensation coursed through her. Her flushed face twisted and her squeaky voice broke into a gasp. “Jenna—oh, no... Stop this!” she squealed, trembling uncontrollably.



But her protests were cut off by involuntary moans, her body betraying her completely. Jenna leaned in closer, her eyes wide with amazement. “Oh my god, it actually works,” she muttered, watching as Emily writhed, her tiny fists pounding weakly against the plastic floor.



“Look at you,” Jenna said, with a smug amusement. “You’re so mad, but you can’t even help yourself, can you?”



Emily’s cheeks burned hotter, her tiny, humiliated voice barely a whisper. “I hate you...” she managed, even as her body continued to respond against her will.



Jenna just laughed, setting the spray bottle down beside her.



She blew a puff of air over the writhing woman and laughed as it sent her into convulsions.



“I’m going to have so much fun with this.”

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Josie dumped her backpack by the door, kicking off her sneakers with a sigh of relief. Another long day of classes was over, and now she could finally relax. Heading into the kitchen, she paused.

There, on the counter, was her little brother Timmy’s bug catcher. A small, clear plastic container with air holes punched into the top. Nothing unusual—except for the fact that something was moving inside.

Curious, Josie leaned in for a closer look.

Her jaw dropped.

Inside the bug catcher were two tiny, furious people: her older sister, Kelly, and Kelly’s boyfriend, Jake. Both were standing on the plastic floor of the container, arms crossed, glaring up at her.

“Oh my god,” Josie whispered, her lips curling into a grin. “You guys are tiny... And kind off adorable!”

Kelly’s face turned bright red. “Let us out, Josie!” her tiny voice was barely audible through the air holes.

Josie couldn’t help but giggle. “Are you kidding? This is amazing! How did this even happen? Did Timmy do this?!”

“No!” Kelly snapped, stamping her tiny foot. “We got hit by some weird shrink-ray thing at the science fair. And then Timmy found us before we could get help. He thought we were...bugs!”

Josie burst out laughing, nearly doubling over. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all week! He thought you were bugs?! And put you in his bug catcher?!”

“It’s not funny!” Kelly yelled, her voice high-pitched and squeaky.

Jake finally spoke up, his tiny hands on his hips. “Look, can you just let us out? This thing smells like dirt and crickets.”

Josie wiped a tear from her eye, still grinning. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll let you out...eventually. But first...” She grabbed her phone and snapped a few pictures.

“Josie!” Kelly shrieked. “Delete those!”

“Are you kidding? These are going on my wall,” Josie said, laughing. “I mean, look at you two! You’re like, the teeniest people I've ever seen!”

Jake groaned, running a tiny hand through his hair. “This is a nightmare.”

“Oh, relax,” Josie said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’ll get Timmy to help me figure out how to fix you. But until then...” She tilted the container, making Kelly and Jake tumble over each other.

“Oops,” she said innocently. “Guess I’ll just have to keep you two somewhere safe.”

Kelly glared up at her. “Josie, I swear—”

“Relax, sis,” Josie said, winking. “You’re both WAY cuter this way.”

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Marcey was always the one in charge. The boss. The one with the ideas. So when she and her friends decided to shrink themselves using the new shrink ray they found online, Marcey was totally down. They’d been talking about it for days, and now they had the chance to shrink down to size and explore the world from a new perspective.



At first, everything was fun. Her friends, Sarah and Emma, giggled as they shrank and crawled around the room, pretending to be bugs. But then it was Marcey’s turn. She pressed the button on the shrink ray, and the next thing she knew—she was tiny, like really tiny!



It looked fun when they did it, but when your stuck on a desk, 100 feet up and staring at two giggling monsters, the fun is kind of short lived!



She calmed herself as best she could. It was okay. She could just hit the button again, and boom—back to normal.



But then disaster struck.



Emma knocked the shrink ray off the desk! The machine hit the floor with a loud clunk and shattered.



“No!” Marcey screamed, but her voice was so tiny. It barely carried. She felt her stomach drop. “You guys broke it?!”



“Uh… oops?” Sarah said, looking at the pieces of the machine scattered across the floor.



Marcey stood there, fists clenched, utterly furious. She tried to yell, but her tiny body couldn’t project like she used to. “fucking... Fix this!” she demanded, though it sounded more like a squeak.



Sarah and Emma looked at her with big, wide eyes, trying not to laugh. “You look kind of adorable like this,” Emma giggled.



“I’m not cute!” Marcey snapped. “I’m tiny! You’ve got to fix this now!”



But Emma wasn’t listening. She bent down, her massive face looming closer, and suddenly her lips curled into a smirk.



“Wow, you’re, like, so adorable!” Emma teased.



“Duh, Emma, I’m tiny because you—hey, what are you doing?!”



Emma’s fingers pinched the collar of Marcey’s tiny shirt and lifted her off the ground. Marcey dangled helplessly, her legs kicking at the air.



“Hey... P... Put me down!” Marcey shrieked, stammering with fear. She looked down and her heart dropped at the sight of the floor so far below her. ""oh my god! E... Emma... I’ll stop being bossy or whatever you think I am, okay? Just don’t hold me like this anymore!"



Sarah burst into laughter. “Oh my god, look at her! She was all ‘I’m in charge!’ like five seconds ago, and now she’s just flailing around like a little doll!”



Marcey’s heart pounded in her chest as she swung in Emma’s grip. “This isn’t funny, you guys! I’m serious—put me down!”



“Wow, from bossy to begging in no time flat,” Emma said, her grin widening. “That’s tragic, Marcey. Just tragic.”



Marcey’s tiny face burned red. “I’m not begging! I’m—ugh, stop laughing at me!”



But her protests only made them laugh harder. Sarah leaned in, poking Marcey lightly with one finger, making her swing even more. “Look at her little legs go! She’s totally freaking out!”



“Okay, okay, Marcey,” Emma said, still holding her up like a prize. “What’s the magic word if you want me to set you down?”



Marcey’s jaw tightened. She wanted to yell at them, but she was dangling helplessly, completely at their mercy. Her pride warred with her fear.



“Please,” she muttered through gritted teeth.



Emma tilted her head. “What was that? Didn’t catch it.”



“Please!” Marcey shouted.



Emma’s grin stretched ear to ear. “There we go! See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Finally, she set Marcey down on the desk, but the damage was done. Marcey’s legs wobbled as she stood, glaring up at the two giants towering over her.



“You guys suck,” she muttered.



Sarah smirked. “Well thats not very nice, maybe I should just pick you up again..."



Marcey stumbled back, tripping over in a blind panic, "NO! Please don't... I'll be nice... I'm sorry!"



Emma burst out laughing, nudging Sarah. “Oh my god, did you see that? She totally freaked out!”



Marcey sat up, trembling but trying to steady herself. “I wasn’t freaking out! I was... just making sure you didn’t try anything stupid!”



Sarah leaned down, her smirk widening. “Sure, Marcey. Whatever you say.”

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The kitchen felt huge to Brianna. She had been shrinking for weeks, thanks to the virus. Now, at just three and a half feet tall, everything seemed out of reach—including the cereal on the top shelf.

She stretched as far as she could, but it was no use. With a sigh, she turned toward her little sister, Kaylee, who was sitting at the table on her phone.

“Kaylee,” Brianna said, trying to sound calm, “can you help me grab the cereal?”

Kaylee looked up, her lips curling into a grin. “Wait. You need me to help you?”

“Yes,” Brianna said, already regretting asking. “Just get it, okay?”

Kaylee stood up slowly, dragging it out on purpose. She walked over to the shelf and looked down at her sister with a smirk. “This is so weird. I’m the little sister, but now you’re, like… tiny!”

“Kaylee, come on!” Brianna snapped, her cheeks turning red.

Kaylee laughed and grabbed the cereal box. But instead of handing it over, she held it just above Brianna’s head. “What’s the magic word?”

Brianna clenched her fists. “Are you serious?”

Kaylee nodded, grinning wider. “Yup. Say it, or no cereal for you!”

Brianna sighed. “Fine. Please.”

Kaylee finally handed her the box, but not before patting Brianna on the head. “There you go, short stuff. See? That wasn’t so hard!”

“Ugh, you’re such a brat,” Brianna muttered, hugging the box and stomping away.

Kaylee burst out laughing. “Man, I could get used to this!”

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The summer breeze carried laughter and the scent of blooming flowers across the backyard. Rachel’s 18th birthday party was in full swing. Her friends crowded around her, sipping lemonade and chatting, their attention drawn now and then to the beautifully decorated table where an enormous birthday cake sat, its 18 unlit candles waiting.



But all eyes weren’t on the cake—they were on the tiny girl defiantly sitting on it.



Hannah, Rachel’s older sister, stood barely 6 inches tall, her doll-sized body rigid with fury. She glared up at her younger sister, arms crossed and a face as stern as a miniature person could muster, given the many giant faces giggling around her.



“I’m not moving until you promise to wish me big again, Rachel! You hear me?”



Rachel smirked, leaning against the table. The power dynamic couldn’t have been more obvious. “Why would I do that, Hannah? You’ve been the best little gift all year. No way I’m giving that up!”



Hannah’s face turned scarlet, and her tiny fists trembled. “A whole year, Rachel! A whole year of being shoved in doll clothes, carried around in your purse, and paraded in front of your friends like a toy! It’s been a nightmare!”



Rachel’s friends burst into laughter. One of them, a girl with curly hair, leaned closer to the table and grinned. “I still cant believe you actually shrunk her last year... I need to get me some of them candles!"



Rachel nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yup. I just wished for something exciting to happen, and, well...” She gestured at Hannah with a flourish.



“Exciting?” Hannah shrieked. “You ruined my life, Rachel! I'm your big sister! Now look at me!”



One of the other girls snorted. “You’re still bossy, just... not exactly intimidating.”



Rachel crouched down to meet Hannah’s glare, her grin widening. “Oh, come on, sis. Be honest. Weren’t you always telling me I needed to learn responsibility? Well, congratulations—I’ve been taking care of you for an entire year!”



“You don't 'take care of me'... You put me in a hamster cage for fuck sake!” Hannah snapped, stomping her tiny foot on the table.



That tiny stomp only made Rachel’s friends laugh harder. “She’s adorable when she’s mad!” one of them chimed.



Rachel straightened up, her hands on her hips as she towered over her sister. “Face it, Hannah, being this size suits you. Besides, you’ve been great for parties. Everyone loves you!”



Hannah looked around at the laughing faces and felt her stomach churn. She wasn’t cute. She wasn’t a pet. She was a grown woman—older than Rachel! She wasn’t about to let Rachel blow out those candles without trying again.



“Promise me!” she shouted. “Wish me big again, Rachel! You owe me this!”


Rachel leaned down and flicked a strand of Hannah’s hair with her finger.

“Don't worry squirt, this years going to be sooo much more fun...!”

[jopitty]

Zoe stood in the tiny dollhouse, trying her hardest to keep her cool. Her little sister, Lily, had gotten to her first, playing “dress up” with her like she was one of her Barbies. And to make matters worse, she had been givn no time to yank a dress from the assortment of barbies littered around her, before Lily had let all of her friends in!

Now she was stuck, completely naked, and the only thing she could do was try to act like she didn’t care.



Her friends crowded around, peering through the tiny windows with grins plastered on their faces.



Emily leaned in close, her eyes practically sparkling with amusement. "This is... Unreal! You're freeking tiny Zo!"



Zoe gritted her teeth, struggling to keep her self from covering herself up. She needed to act like it was no big deal, or else they’d make her worse... Probably dress her up in one of Lily’s ridiculous outfits. She could already picture it, a little pink dresses, maybe a tiara, like a living joke! No way, she could style it out!



"I’m fine," Zoe said, her voice a little too sharp. She cleared her throat, trying to muster what was left of her pride. "I can handle this. It’s just... The Shrink virus... Totally normal, right?"



Her friends giggled, and the sound felt like daggers. They knew better. They knew she was beyond embarrassed, but if they sensed even a shred of weakness, they’d have her dressing up in those stupid outfits in no time.



Lily peered around the corner. “Don’t forget the accessories, Zoe! I’ve got the best shoes for you!”



Zoe’s heart sank. She could already hear the giggles that would follow once they saw her in some ridiculous plastic shoes and a fluffy skirt. No way. She would rather stay naked than be have them dress her up like a doll!



Trying to ignore her sister’s excited rambling, Zoe shot a look at her friends. "You wouldn't dare, right?" she said, forcing a smirk. "You all know I’m above this whole ‘dress-up’ thing. I’m... I’m still in charge here. You can laugh all you want... I'm still me...."



Emily raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Hmm, yeah... except , your not, are you...?"



Zoe’s heart raced when she saw Emily’s hand coming toward her. She froze, eyes wide, panic flooding her. She couldn’t run, couldn’t hide—she was too small, stuck in the dollhouse. Emily’s fingers wrapped around her like she was nothing.



"Ha! You're, like... An actual doll!"



Zoe’s breath hitched. Panic flooded her chest. Her act faltered for a split second as she gasped, her body instinctively trying to pull away, but there was no escape.



"Okay, okay, you can stop now..." Zoe said quickly, trying to play it off. But deep down, she was terrified. "P... Put me down Em..."



"Sshh..." Emily said as she gave her tiny friend a squeeze, "Big people are talking...!"



Zoe, despite her need to appear calm, squeaked a terrified chirp which made them all laugh.

[jopitty]

"You’ll regret this when I get big again, Sophie! I swear, I’ll make you pay for this!"



Sophie towered over her, arms crossed and a raised eyebrow. "Oh really? You’re gonna make me pay?"



Clara’s chest heaved with frustration, and she took a few steps forward, ready to snap back. "Yeah! When I grow back, you’ll be..."



Before she could finish, Sophie’s hand swooped down like a monster, grabbing Clara by the waist and lifting her into the air. Clara gasped, her heart pounding in her tiny chest, as she felt her friends powerful hands start to crush the wind out of her.



The anger vanished in an instant, replaced by sheer terror. "Sophie, please!" her voice cracked, warbling a panicked reply. "Please, put me down... I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! I was just... just mad!"

She squirmed in Sophie’s grip, her fear turning into desperate pleading. "I-I’ll do anything! Please, just don’t hurt me! I won’t ever threaten you again, I swear! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"



Sophie’s loosened her grip and watched as the tiny woman's red face slowly ebbed back to a lighter shade. "Yeah... That’s what I thought."



Clara trembled, her voice barely a whisper. "Please... I’m sorry... Please don’t keep me like this..."



Sophie looked at her for a moment, her condescending eyebrow never dropping, "You’re lucky I’m feeling generous." She set Clara down gently, watching her scurry backwards, too terrified to even look up.



"Soo...? You'll grow me back...!? Sophie...!!??"

[jopitty]

“Hey, where do you think you’re going, shorty?” Emma’sgiggled as she watched the girl that had tourmented and bullied her forever, scurry away like a frightened mouse. “Those tiny hands of yours look like they’d give great footrubs!”



Katie chuckled and leaned forward. “Yeah, don’t be shy, little cheerleader!”



With a furious squeal, Amanda bolted for the edge of the room, her tiny feet pounding against the floor. In an instant, she dove under the bed, vanishing into the shadows.



Emma and Katie exchanged looks before collapsing into laughter.



“Did she really just hide under the bed?” Emma gasped between giggles.



Katie wiped a tear from her eye, still grinning. “She's totally terrified! This is going to be awesome!”

[jopitty]

“Hey! I’m not some kind of accessory!” Lily squeaked from Ellie’s pocket.



Ellie smirked, adjusting her earbuds. “Relax, Lil. Would you rather walk? You’d get stepped on in two seconds.”



“I’d rather anything than being stuffed in here with your stupid phone and cable!” Lily snapped, shoving at the headphone wire pressing her against her friend. “It’s cramped, it stinks, and... Ugh... What is this, lint?!”



Ellie laughed, giving the pocket a playful jiggle. “Chill out, shorty. You’re safer in there.”



“Shorty...?!” Lily yelled. “I’m not a keychain!”



Ellie grinned. “Could’ve fooled me.”

[jopitty]

Claire stared down at Brooke, barely hearing her squeaky little rant. She was too busy thinking about how weird it was—how all of Brooke’s authority had totally crumbled now that she was, like, the size of a bug.



Then it hit her, Brooke’s whole 'I’m in charge' thing wasn’t because she was smarter or better. It was just because she was taller. And now? At three inches tall, she wasn’t intimidating at all. She was kind of... pathetic.



“You even listening to me?” Brooke snapped, hands on her tiny hips. "You better figure out a way to undo this fucking shrink app thing! I mean it... If you don't unshrink me like, right now, I'm going to lose it...."



“You know...” Claire said, half listening. “It’s kind of hard to take you seriously. I'm seriously considering putting you outside with all the other bugs..."



Brooke sputtered, her face flushed red, but Claire just leaned back with a grin. Yeah, Brooke could rant all she wanted, but at this size? Who cares!

[jopitty]

College cheerleading was cutthroat, and Jessica and Alyssa had fought their way to the top. They were bossy, bitchy, and didn’t care who they stepped on to stay in charge. Being queens of the squad was everything to them.





Jessica’s sneakers clicked loudly on the shiny basketball court as she walked ahead of Alyssa. She always made a point of walking faster, just to remind Alyssa who was in charge. “You seriously need to stop slacking, Alyssa,” Jessica said, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Do you want to make us look bad? We’re supposed to be perfect.”



Alyssa groaned. “Chill out, Jess. It’s practice, not the Olympics.”



“Yeah, and that’s the attitude of losers,” Jessica shot back. She stopped in the middle of the court to check her reflection in her phone. “You’re lucky you have me. Without me, this team would...”



She didn’t finish her sentence.



A weird, prickly feeling crawled over them both, like static electricity after rubbing a balloon on your head.



“What was that?” Alyssa asked, looking around.



“I don’t know. Stop being weird,” Jessica snapped, though she rubbed her arm like she felt it too.



Before either of them could say anything else, it hit. A dizzy, swirling sensation that made the whole world tilt. Jessica stumbled and dropped her phone. The clang echoed through the gym, louder than it should’ve been.



“Whoa!” Alyssa yelped, grabbing her head.



“Stop yelling!” Jessica barked, but her voice cracked. She looked down-and froze.



Her uniform was falling off.



Jessica’s perfect cheer skirt, her fitted top, her socks—all of it was suddenly huge. The fabric sagged and bunched, slipping off her shrinking body. “What the...” she started, but she didn’t finish. She was too busy trying to climb out of the pile of clothes swallowing her up.



“Jessica! What’s happening?!” Alyssa shrieked.



Jessica looked up just in time to see Alyssa topple over, tangled in her own oversized uniform. They both crawled out of their clothes at the same time, gasping for air.



The gym was massive. The bleachers stretched up like skyscrapers. The wooden floor seemed to go on forever. And then there were the pom-poms.



Jessica’s eyes locked on them. The pink-and-white strands, which were usually just fluffy little strips of plastic, now looked as thick as ropes. The whole thing was huge, lying there like some kind of glittering monster.



“No way,” Jessica whispered. “This isn’t real. This can’t be real.”



Alyssa stood up, wobbling on her tiny legs. “Jessica,” her voice shook as she walked over to the enormous pom pom, half oblivious to her own nakedness. “We’re... we’re tiny. Like, bug-sized!”



“Shut up!” Jessica snapped, her voice trembling. “This isn’t real. It’s... It’s a dream. That’s all. It has to be.”



Alyssa shook her head. “It’s not a dream! Look at this place! We’re tiny! We shrunk!”



Jessica turned back to the giant pom-pom, her face pale. Her hands clutching at her bare chest, trying to calm her terror filled breathing. “No. This isn’t happening" She said, almost to herself, "Not to me... I’m Jessica Brooks! I’m the captain of the cheer squad! I’m...”



“Tiny,” Alyssa said. She clutched her head like she was about to cry. “We’re tiny, Jessica! We’re nothing! We’re... Shrinkies!”



“Shut up!” Jessica yelled again, but even she didn’t sound convinced anymore.



They both stood there in silence, staring at the huge gym around them. It was so big, so cold, so... empty. And they were so small.

[jopitty]

Emma was sitting in the playroom, bored out of her mind, babysitting was easy money, but boy, was it boring somtimes!

Then she saw the flickering lights on some weird toy. It looked like some cheap plastic ray gun, but it had a said, “Prototype—Do Not Use.”



“Okay, that’s not sketchy,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. She pointed it at the wall and pressed a button.



A bright flash lit up the room, and suddenly everything spun. The floor zoomed toward her like a strange cartoon reaction and as soon as she looked around, everything was differant.



“No way,” Emma whispered, stumbling back. “Did I just... Shrink?! This isn’t possible.”



The ray gun was a mile away and way too big to pick up. She just blinked up at the towering toys, her heart pounded.



She was bug-sized, stuck in the middle of the playroom, with no clue how to fix it.

[jopitty]

Jess couldn't stop grinning as she peered into the plastic window of her dollhouse. Well, technically, it wasn’t her dollhouse anymore—it was their house now. Her tiny mom, dad, older brother, and older sister sat squished together on the couch.



An hour ago, her mom had been 5 foot 5 and in complete control of the whole 'shrunken family' situation.



Jess giggled at how quickly the woman had shrunk. Her brother John had taken days to get that tiny! It was so much fun teasing him every morning.



But Mom was tiny in a few seconds, so it just left Jess in charge!



She leaned closer to the dollhouse, grinning at her tiny family crammed onto the plastic couch. “Isn’t this adorable? I mean, it’s way better than that boring old regular house, right?”



Her dad groaned. “Jess, this isn’t a joke. We’re not your toys!”



“Um... Sure...” Jess shot back, tapping the tiny table with her finger. “But you guys fit in here so well. It’s perfect!”



Her mom stood up, crossing her arms. “Jessica Marie, this is humiliating. We’re your family, not some doll set for you to play with.”



Brittany jumped off the couch, her tiny feet thudding on the plastic floor. “You’re out of control, Jess! As soon as we're back to normal...”



Jess smirked. “Back to normal... Last time I checked, the shrink virus was permanent!”



“Jess!” her mom snapped, but the giant girl was already distracted by her buzzing phone.



It was a text from Maddie:



OMG, are they really that small? Bring them over—I need to see this!



Jess’s grin stretched wider. “Guess what, guys? Maddie wants to meet you! I’ll pack you up, and we’ll head over to her place.”



“No way!” Brittany yelled, shaking her tiny fists. “You’re not taking us anywhere!”



But Jess ignored her as she lifted the front of the plastic dollhouse in place and fixed it tight, with a click.



They yelled and protested, but their tiny voices barely made much sound, beyond the chirpy echo, which Jess actually found quite funny.



“This is gonna be so fun,” Jess teased, grabbing the handle of there plastic prison. “Maddie’s gonna flip when she sees you. She’s gonna be so jealous.”



As she signed the last 'shrinkie ownership form', Jess could hear her family’s faint shouts of protest. But she didn’t care. They might hate this, but Jess thought they were absolutely adorable.



And, honestly, all there anger was the cutest thing ever!

[jopitty]

Amy crossed her arms, leaning against the snack table at the party. Her eyes flicked over to Kate, who was, as always, the centre of attention. She laughed too loud, tossed her perfect hair too much, and everyone ate it up.



“Ugh, I wish she’d just... Shrink or something,” Amy muttered under her breath.



In an instant, Kate started to shrink! It happened so fast, it felt unreal... Her whole body shrinking down, her legs and arms getting shorter, and her clothes shrinking with her. It was like she’d been hit by a shrink ray. Her skirt, shoes, and even her hair shrank down too, all exactly the same, only smaller!



It happened so fast, she didn't even notice!



Amy panicked and lunged forward, tripping over and hitting the floor with a thud.



Both women blinked at each other for a heartbeat before Kate screamed a guttural scream that almost scared Amy.



Without a thought, both hands leaped forward and covered the yelling girl, muffling her tiny squeaks of panic.



A voice rang out behind her that made Amy jolt over onto her back, and plunge the tiny friend into her blouse as if hiding sweets from a teacher!



"You ok...?" Heather asked, "Did you fall or something?"



Amy heart raced. "Um... Yeah.... I'm fine, I just need.... Um, I've got to go...!"



She stumbled to her feet and clumsily left the party, the tiny girl pressed tightly against her breast.



She could hear the faint, muffled cries but thought it safer to keep her in there until she got home. Obviously it wasn't the ideal place to hold her, but it was too late to change it now! Kate would just have to get comfortable...



"Hey... Watch my nipple! Are... Are you biting me!?"

[jopitty]

Katie glared at the thick metal bars of the hamster cage, her knuckles white. The sound of giggling children and the squeak of balloons twisted her stomach into knots. Outside the cage, a birthday party was in full swing: cake, streamers, moms gossiping in the corner.



Inside the cage, Katie was four inches tall, wearing a cheerleader outfit, and utterly, completely bewildered.



“What… what is happening?” she whispered, her voice trembling. She looked at the three other girls in the cage with her, hoping someone had answers.



“Oh, relax,” said Taylor, She had made herself comfortable in a pile of wood shavings as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “You’ll get used to it.”



“Used to it?” Katie repeated, her voice climbing. “How am I supposed to get used to this? I don’t even...” She gestured helplessly at her outfit. “Why am I dressed like this? I’m a science major! I don’t do… cheerleading!”



“Yeah, we know,” Taylor said, rolling her eyes. “You’ve only mentioned it, like, fifty times.”



Mia, who was sitting next to her freind had the same nonchalant energy, she gave Katie an look. “Does it really matter? We're shrinkies, it’s not like anyone cares about what you’re good at. They just want us to look cute.”



“Cute?” Katie’s voice cracked. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, her face burning. “I didn’t sign up to look cute! I didn’t sign up for any of this!”



“None of us did,” Brooke said, staring out into the room. “You should have read your application...”



Taylor shrugged. “Yeah, we're, like, there property. It's crap, but it's not like there's anything we can do. We are stuck like this, after all.”



Katie’s head spun. “Stuck like this? What do you mean, stuck? This isn’t permanent, right?” She looked at the other girls, desperate for reassurance.



They exchanged glances.



“Well,” Mia said slowly, “you’ve heard of the shrinking virus, right?”



Katie blinked. “The shrinking virus?”



“You know,” Taylor said, propping herself up on one elbow. “That thing going around campus all semester? Makes you, like, tiny? People were freaking out about it for weeks.”



Katie shook her head. “I thought that was some weird freshman joke...!”



Taylor snorted. “Nope. Real. And guess what? You caught it.”



Katie staggered back, gripping the bars for support. “No. No, no, no. That can’t be right. I... I was in the lab this morning, working on my bio project, and...”



“And then what?” Brooke cut in. “You started feeling dizzy? Clothes didn’t fit right? Looked up and suddenly everything was huge?”



Katie stared at her, her mouth dry. “Y... Yeah...”



“Been there,” Brooke said with a shrug. “We all have.”



Katie sank to the floor of the cage, her head spinning. This had to be a nightmare. She was supposed to be preparing for grad school, not sitting in a hamster cage at a kid’s birthday party.



Speaking of the party…

Katie flinched as a shadow loomed over them. A little girl, peered into the cage with wide eyes.



“Mommy, look!” she squealed. “The tiny cheerleaders are moving!”



Katie froze, her heart pounding as the girl ran her finger along the bars, echoing a sickening ring that hurt her ears. The whole cage shook.



“See?” Taylor said, smirking. “We’re adorable.”



Katie turned to her, panic rising. “Why are we even here? This is a birthday party! What are we supposed to do?”



Mia gave a tired sigh. “What do you think? Cheer. Wave the pom-poms. Maybe do a pyramid if the kids ask nicely.”



Katie gaped at her. “You can’t be serious!”



“She’s serious,” Brooke said, inspecting one of her nails.



Katie’s stomach dropped. “But… how? Who would make us do this?”



Taylor leaned back, crossing her arms. “Who do you think? The university. They’ve been renting out shrinkies for weeks now.”



Katie’s jaw dropped. “The university did this? That’s illegal!”



“Probably,” Taylor said with a shrug. “But what are you going to do about it? March into the dean’s office and demand an apology? You’d need, like, a grappling hook just to get up on his desk.”



Katie opened her mouth to argue, but the cage door creaked open, and a giant hand reached inside.



The little girl’s face lit up as she grabbed Katie, lifting her into the air. Katie screamed, her legs kicking uselessly.



“Oh my gosh, you’re so tiny!” the girl squealed.



“Put me down!” Katie shouted, but her voice was barely a squeak.



Taylor leaned against the bars, waving her pom-pom with a smirk. “Good luck with that one, Katie.”



Katie’s panic rose as the girl carried her toward a group of chanting kids. “Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!”



Her mind raced. She needed a plan. She needed to get out of here. But first…



First, she needed to survive the party.