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[jopitty]

Prom wasn’t for them. Not anymore.



Amber sat stiff on the edge of the stupid snack table, seething as Dani sat next to her, grimacing at the huge bowl of chips that stunk way more than she would ever let those giants know.



The real dance was up there. Laughing. Stomping. Blasting music so loud it shook there little table.



Amber watched it happen. Couldn’t not watch.



Tyler Benson, Westbridge’s big tough quarterback, getting snatched up off the punch table like nothing. Some Riverview girl pinched him right off the edge, giggling like she picked up a bug.



He squirmed but it didn’t matter.



Another girl grabbed at his tux. Peeled it right off him, one piece at a time, like unwrapping a candy. The jacket. The pants. The dumb little bowtie.

Gone.



When Tyler cried and tried to cover himself with his hands, they just laughed and shoved a potato chip at him.


Like that was all he needed.



Amber felt her jaw clench so hard it hurt.



“If I was still normal...” she muttered, low, “I’d kick their stuck-up asses so fast!”



Dani shot her a look. “Shh... Shut up. They’ll hear you.”



“So what?” Amber snapped. She waved at Tyler, who was holding that chip like his life depended on it, pressed hard against his nakedness.


“Look at him! He’s pathetic!”



She swallowed, hard.



"Og god... We’re pathetic..."

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"I know..." Lucy filed her nails casually, "They could like, paint ours nails..."



Sophie barely looked up. "Yeah?"



"Yeah." Lucy dragged the nail file across her thumb with a gritty scrape scrape. "They're, like... the perfect size for toenails."



Sophie laughed a small breath of a sound, but and shook her head. "You're so bad."



Lucy smiled lazily. She nudged one of the huge polish bottles closer to the shrunken group, making them stumble back. "I mean, what else are they good for? They can't just sit around all day, right? It's like... unfair."



Sophie finally glanced down at them, like she was noticing them for the first time. "They are kinda cute..." she said, wriggling her toes in the foam spacers. "Like little... spa helpers."



"Exactly!" Lucy said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She dropped the brush with a soft tap on the magazine, sending a tremor through the tiny group. "I mean, sorry guys, but you cant just expect us to carry you around all the time without something!."



Sophie giggled again and turned back to her nails, humming to herself.



Down on the floor, Leah clenched her fists so hard her whole body shook. Mia looked like she might cry. Sam and Jordan just kept their heads down.



Lucy, without even looking, flicked the edge of the magazine with her nail, making the four of them stumble. "Come on," she said lightly. "Chop chop..."



She stretched her legs out, toes flexing. "You want to stay useful, right?"

Neither girl even seemed to notice the way the tiny figures hesitated, or the way Leah's face burned with helpless rage, as they slowly started moving toward the giant, waiting feet.

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Zoe’s arms were jelly and her butt still stung like hell. She looked over at Leah, who was panting, cheeks flushed and lips tight while frantically rubbing the enormous foot in front of them.



“This is straight-up messed up...” Zoe whispered. “My butt’s still bruised, dude.”



Leah didn’t even look up. “Should’ve shut your mouth.”



“Screw that... She spanked us.”



“Yeah. And now we’re doing foot duty, so maybe learn.”



Brittany was stretched out above them on the couch like she owned the world; which, yeah, she basically did now!



“God...” Brittany said, peering out passed her knees, “you guys are still talking? Didn’t I literally spank the attitude out of you?”



Neither girl responded.



“Whatever. Just keep rubbing. Or don’t.... But then I’ll find something worse to do with you...”

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Jess sat wedged between a crocheted bear and two smiling blocky plastic people, knees tight to her chest. The itchy dress puffed awkwardly around her. The doll dress was too tight. The straps dug into her shoulders. And the glitter? Don’t even ask!



Somewhere above the box lid, the girls were laughing again.



“She looks sooo cute in there!”



“She totally matches!”



Jess rolled her eyes. “The shrink Virus sucks!”



She shifted and winced. The hem barely covered anything.



Still. At least she wasn’t naked anymore!

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looking up at the trophy she had won last year, Jessica grimaced, she was just as tall as the figurine on top now!



God the shrink virus is so unfair! how had she been bullying some dumb geek girl an hour ago to now be stuck in the school trophy cabinet!? her pile of clothes still crumple on the floor beyond the glass, while she waited anxiously for the bell to ring and for the whole school to see her like... this!



All naked and, tiny and pathetic!



That geek girl was going to pay for sticking her in here!

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I’m just saying...” Maya said, leaning casually on the counter, “it’s actually kind of perfect. Think about it, she can’t fall, she can’t get stepped on, and she definitely can’t run off and get herself eaten by a cat or something!”



Her mom Diane looked up from the sink, drying her hands. “Maya…”



“I’m serious, Mom,” Maya pressed. “It’s not like we have a dollhouse or some kind of luxury suite lying around. This is secure. Airflow’s good. The bars are metal. And it even latches shut... Mom, It’s literally designed to keep small things from getting hurt!”



Zoe's tiny voice interrupted from inside the cage. “Not small things... Rats! I'm not a fucking rat!”



Maya leaned in forward with a huge grin . “Well, you are being kind of squeaky right now.”



Zoe lunged at the bars. “Fuck you! I'm not living in a cage..." She shot a look toward her Diane, "MOM!?”



“Oh come on,” Maya's mock sympathy oozed condescension. “I’m just trying to help....”; She turned back to Diane, flipping into a fake-earnest tone. “Look, I get that this is weird for all of us. But we have to be real! What if she sleeps on the table and someone knocks her off? What if the cat comes inside?”



“We don’t have a cat,” Zoe growled.



“But what if we get one?” Maya said, eyes wide and dramatic. “Think ahead, Zoe.”



Diane rubbed her temples. “Maya…”



“I’m just saying, Mom. We don’t have time to build some kind of shoebox apartment. She needs somewhere now. This is here. It’s clean-ish... And its safe, look, it clicks shut...”



Zoe’s jaw clenched. “You are not locking me in here...” She jumped up and tried to push open the metal door that her smug sister had just easily closed with one finger, but it didn't budge.



Maya laughed, "Awwe, look how weak she is...."



Zoe turned back toward her mother. “Please. Don’t let her do this. I’m not her fucking pet!”



“No, you’re not,” Diane said, her voice carefully neutral. “But you’re… vulnerable now. I don’t want you getting hurt.”



“I won’t!” Zoe insisted. “I’ll be careful. I’ll stay somewhere safe, somewhere soft. This... This is humiliating.”



Maya struggled to keep her laughter from exploding out of her, "It's absolutely adorable!"



“Shut up!” Zoe snapped.



Diane hesitated, and Zoe saw it.



The pause, the uncertainty. And then: the tired sigh of a mom who's mind was made up.



“Just for tonight...” she said. “We’ll figure something else out in the morning.”



Zoe’s stomach dropped. “You’re serious.”



Diane looked apologetic. “I just need to know you’re not going to fall off the edge of something while I’m asleep.”



Maya beamed. “Good choice mom!” Her hand was already on the top handle of the cage.

“I’ll just take her to my room... You’ve got dishes to finish and she needs, you know, a quiet space. And supervision.”



It was difficult to hide her laughter at the sight of the bossiest, most obnoxious big sister ever, stumbling around as she swayed the cage. "Come on shorty..." she spluttered, skipping away.

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“Hi, yes, this is Claire Monroe. I’m calling about order #42856... Yes, the reversal injection.”



“Um, like... What are you doing...?” Lexi planted her hand on her twin sisters arm. the same way she had done a thousand times before, though she was struggling to get used to the solidity of her sister. Her arm was like a tree trunk! “Don’t you dare cancel that! Claire!” The shrink virus had already taken so much from Lexi, people treated her differantkly everywhere she went, but being subservient to her usually cowed sister was a difficult process.



“Yeah,” Claire continued smoothly, ignoring the frantic slapping on her arm. “I won’t be needing it after all. Yeah, she’s... adapting. It’s honestly kind of cute.”



Lexi gasped, stumbling back a step. “Cute?! What the fu... You're kidding right... This is one of your stupid jokes... Right!?”



Claire finally glanced down, with a casual smirk across her face.



She winked. “Yeah, go ahead and process the cancellation. Would you like my registration number...?”



Lexi gasped as Claire rattled of the 8 digit code. Why was there a law that forced her to be registered in the first place... And why the fuck did mom let Claire register her! "Stop... Please...!"



A pause made the room eerie as Claire's smile widened. "ShrinkPlus...?" She asked the woman at the other end of the line, "...Even smaller! No way..!" She looked down at Lexi, "Definitely!" She said without breaking eye contact, "I'll take some ShrinkPlus please!"



"Claire!? What does that mean... Claire...!?"

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Diane had the worst luck!



Confronting her daughter’s bully should have been easy. She thought she’d yell a bit, this jessica girl would back off, and that would be it.



Quick. Simple. Done.



But no. The shrink virus had other ideas.



One second she was standing tall and brave. The next, she was looking up at a teenage girl the size of a skyscraper.



The shrink virus was a cruel little thing. It could hit anyone, anytime. No warning. No cure.



And of course it had to strike Diane right in the middle of yelling at a sixteen-year-old bully!



“Seriously?” Diane had shouted from inside her pile of clothes. “Right now?!”



Maddie had just blinked, then slowly smiled. “Well, this is… Awesome!”



So yeah, fast forward a month and Diane now lives in a hamster cage on Maddie’s desk!



And when she refuses to dance for one of Jessica's TikTok videos, or give Jessica's friends a foot rub she gets a time out in a smelly sock or her tiny bottom gets spanked like she's a naughty gerbil!



It’s not fair!

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Part 1: Madison Greene





Hours. Miles of sidewalk had become a wasteland of towering weeds, jagged gravel, and terrifying shadows. Her silver heels cut at her feet. Her pink dress dragged damp with sweat, torn and soaked from sprinklers and puddles. Blisters covered her feet. Her lips were dry.



She was almost home.



She could see her house! It was way bigger than it was last night but it was definitely hers!



Finally!



She just had to cross the driveway.



One more sprint.



A resolute huff and she started to run.



Thud.



The shadow fell across her from behind. A massive, chubby shape growing in her distorted, exhausted vision.



It was a person... Clumsy fingers clutching something green and plastic....



“No,” Madison gasped. “No no no...!"



CLACK.



The world turned green.



She was trapped under a translucent dome.



A bug catcher!



Madison slammed her fists against the side, screaming. "Let me out! I'm not a bug! I’m not a bug!"



A huge eye squished to the lid over her and her heart dropped.



“What the...!” came a voice like thunder. “What a weird bug...!”



The plastic lifted. Madison flinched.



The little boy squinted at her, eyes wide.



“You’re a person!” he whispered, grinning. “Wow... I'm keeping you!!”



“No, please... DON’T!”

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Brooke, Jess, and Amber





“W... What just happened? Why are we so… small?”



Brooke pulled her two friends closer, hiding behind them. “Holy shit... Look at them!.”



Jess gasped. “This can't be real...”



“Look!” Amber pointed into the hazy distance where a familiar face laughed, “That's Rebecca Harte from Westbrook...”



Brooke shook her head. “And her dumb friend… Wait... There's, like, a bunch of Westbrook high kids here... You don't think...?”



“They did this! They... They shrunk us!” Jess snapped. “This is crazy!”



A stomp shook the floor. The girls froze.



"Look girls!" The enormous body of there bitter rival sauntered closer, eyes fixed on them. "Three for the price of one...!"



Brooke yelled at the approaching giantess, "Get away from us!", but Rebecca just smiled.



"Awwe, such a brave little thing..." She reached down slowly, savouring in there miniature flinches, "lets see how brave you are when your licking the polish off my toes...!"

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Tiny Escape Attempt



“Faster, Luke! They’re right behind us!” Tara hissed, clutching Luke’s hand tight as they stumbled through the open double doors leading to the changing rooms.



The stench hit them like gut punch, stale sweat and old deodorant. Luke never thought girls could ever smell this bad, but his mind was occupied by the giant girls stomping behind them.



An open gym bag sat abandoned on the floor, its zipper was halfway undone, revealing the dark, cramped interior. Without hesitation, the clambered in. Anything was better than getting caught by a giant Westbrook high girl!



The smell was even worse inside. Stale sweat soaked into the mesh fabric, and there pristine prom outfits quickly stunk of the dampness all around them.



From outside, muffled giggles broke the silence.



“Oh my god, look at these two little lovebirds squished in a gym bag!” One laughed sarcastically. “Bet they think they’re safe in there.”



The other stretched out a long, manicured finger and poked the bag. “Should we pull them out? I want to see what kind of cute noises they make! I bet they're like little chipmunks!”



The first girl laughed. “They'll probably beg to be let out in a few seconds! That bag's really stinking up the place!”



They leaned in, sniffing exaggeratedly, as if the stench were the highlight of the night, before falling about in fits of laughter.

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Riley’s squad was mid-routine when a sudden thud rocked them to the floor. A massive knee slammed down in front of them.



Kayla.



She glared down at them with that smug glint in her eyes.



“Alright, micro-squad,” she was commanding. “Team meeting. Down here. Now.”



Riley scowled. Who the hell did she think she was!? Riley is the team captain, shrink virus or not! “We're in the middle of a routine.”



“Yeah? Well, now you’re in the middle of my floor,” Kayla half looked across as the rest of the normal sized team stopped there own practice and wandered over. Kayla loved an audience. “I'm sure you are all having fun and all, but having some shrinkies in our team is starting to wear a bit thin... I mean, um pathetic much!”



The other shrunken girls hesitated, glancing to Riley, who nodded reluctantly. Together, the tiny Eastridge cheerleaders shuffled back to there feet.



From behind, the rest of the Willowdale girls giggled and whispered. The gym was slowing. Watching.



Kayla smirked, scanning them like they were candy in a vending machine. She loved how easy it was to make them squirm. And then her eyes locked on Riley.



“There she is...” She said sweetly. “Our fearless little captain.”



Riley stared up defiantly. “What do you want?”



Kayla didn’t answer. Instead, she reached down with two fingers and pinched the fabric of Riley’s uniform between thumb and forefinger.

“No!” Riley yelled, kicking her legs as she was lifted into the air.



The girls screamed in protest, but Kayla ignored them. She stood to her full height, Riley dangling by her collar like a caught mouse, her tiny arms and legs flailing.



“Take a good look, everyone!” Kayla called out to the full-sized team. “This is what happens when someone four inches tall acts like she’s in charge.”



She dangled Riley in front of her face for a second… and then turned, slowly, toward the jumble of gym bags, strewn against the wall, where her sock, soaked from warm-ups and poking halfway out of her sneaker, sat crumpled near her bag.



"What are you doing...!?" Riley's wriggling kicks became more frantic.



Kayla lowered Riley toward the sock, in front of the entire team. She held her an inch above the damp, sweat-soaked opening, letting the stench waft up toward the tiny girl’s face.



Riley gagged, twisting violently. “No... Don’t...!”



“Oops,” Kayla said.



And let go.



Riley dropped like a pebble, disappearing inside the warm, rancid cotton with a plop. The sock sagged under her weight, wiggling as she kicked inside. Faint squeaks burbled from inaudible threats.



Kayla picked up the top of the sock, holding it up triumphantly. “Captain, reporting for duty!”



Laughter erupted from the Willowdale side. Even some of the freshmen snorted, as the other shrinkies huddled together.

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It was supposed to be a normal Saturday, well, as normal as it could be when you're six inches tall and stuck in a ridiculous Barbie-branded cheerleader outfit your mom thought was “just adorable.”



Lucy stood on the centre of the food court table, arms crossed, trying to act all confidence like she was when she was captain of the cheer squad.



The other girls, Ava, Brooke, and Dani crowded around the her and pretending like this wasn’t totally awkward. Lucy hated there dumb sideways looks at her, then at each other, barely holding in giggles.



She had begged her mom for an afternoon with her friends... Just a few hours where she can try and forget that she's basically a mouse now! Just a few hours of normal... Whatever that was!



Why did she have to come too! Like she needed a chaperone! Um, hello... These girls are my friends, I'll be fine without Mommy tagging along!



And then there was the outfit! God, the outfit. Her mom had found it online, thinking it would make Lucy feel “included” since the rest of the girls were still cheerleaders. The plastic dress rubbed against her skin and was way too big for her!



Lucy tried not to squirm as the girls continued their conversation like she wasn’t the centre of attention, feeling as conspicuous as a person could feel on a massive table. She adjusted her miniature pleated skirt, her cheeks already glowing red when she heard the unmistakable voice:



“There’s my little peanut!”



Lucy froze.



No. No, no, no. Not now.



Her mom, bright-eyed and oblivious as ever, bustled up to the table with her giant mom-purse slung over one shoulder and that same overcompensating smile she used whenever Lucy got “moody.”



“Hi girls!” her mom chirped at the towering teens. “Thanks so much for keeping an eye on her! Was she good?”



Lucy groaned. “Mom, please..." memories of bossing these girls around at cheer practice flashed through her mind in a dizzying blur of embarrassment. "...Can you not?”



“Oh, don’t be grumpy, sweetheart. It’s almost four... You know your energy levels dip. We don’t want another incident like last week at Target, do we?”



Ava bit her lip. Brooke actually looked away to keep from laughing. Dani was full-on grinning.



“I’m fine, Mom,” Lucy snapped, trying to forget the incident last week where a stupid kid had 'played' with her until she had cried for her Mom! Ugh, so humiliating! “I told you, I'm fine...!”



“Well,” her mom replied, bending down with that patronizing lilt Lucy had come to dread, “you said a lot of things before you were the size of a paperweight, didn’t you?”



The laughter wasn’t even hidden this time.



“Mom... Just go away...” Lucy grumbled.



But her mom’s hand was already swooping in, two fingers pinching the back of her collar like she was a misbehaving kitten. Lucy’s tiny body flailed as her feet left the table, her tiny sneakers kicking at air.



“Mom! Let go! I’m not a doll!”



“Oh hush, you’re squirming. You’ll wrinkle your outfit.”



The other girls were practically doubled over, choking on their drinks as Lucy’s mom casually unzipped her enormous purse. With a practiced motion, she dropped her daughter inside.



“Be good in there,” She casually flicked a tiny leg back in as the shrunken teenager tried to climb free. "Ah ah ah... Not so fast..." her mom said cheerily, giving the girls a parting smile. “Teenagers, right?”



A faint, high-pitched “Let me out!” squeaked from inside the purse just after the zipper sealed shut and the whole group of girls to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

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“Okay, just breathe. Nobody freak out...”



“I’m already freaking out!” Brooke snapped, as she stumbled over a wrinkle in the quilt. “We are the size of crayons, Lila! CRAYONS!”



Dani frantically gasped at the bright phone screen. “It’s still open... The app is open! Just press the button again!”



“I did!” Lila shouted, annoyed that Dani never listened to her. “I tapped it five times! It doesn’t do anything!”



“Why not?!” Brooke shrieked.



“I don't know... Maybe we’re too small! The screens not registering us!"



Dani spun on her. “What kind of bullshit app doesn’t have a return to normal fail-safe?!”



“I didn’t think it would actually WORK!” Lila snapped. “It was supposed to be funny!”



Anna threw up her arms. “Well, congrats, it’s hilarious! We’re bugs on your bed... We're bedbugs!”



The phone lay right next to them, screen still lit, the button to restore just sitting there… taunting them. But no matter how many times they all jumped, slapped, kicked, or even licked it (Dani’s idea), nothing happened.



Lila dropped to her knees. “We need something that can activate the screen. Like… a pencil tip or...”



“You think we can lift a pencil right now?” Brooke barked. “We can barely lift your hair tie!”



“I know, okay?! I know!” Lila clutched her head. “We just... We need time!”



As soon as the words left her mouth a loud creek echoed through the room.





All three girls froze.



A single, distant sound echoed up from the floor below: the front door shutting.



Lila went pale. “Oh no.”



Brooke’s eyes widened. “Is that...?”



“Emma,” Lila whispered.



“Your little sister?!” Dani yelped, already backing up.



“She’s a total bitch! She’s obsessed with embarrassing me... She cannot see me like this!!”



Dani’s voice cracked. “What about the rest of us! I'm not being your kid sisters fucking pet”



“We better figure this out fast,” Brooke hissed, inching behind the phone for cover. “I am not being a bug for the rest of my life!”



Lila shook her head fiercely, eyes wild. “No. Nope. I am not living in a shoebox under her bed. I swear I’ll bite her.”



Another sound.



STOMP STOMP STMOP, tiny earthquakes as Emma’s footsteps pounded up the stairs.



Then: “Liiilaaaa! I’m home!”



The door handle rattled for a second before the door swung open.



"Mom's gone to the lake with Steve, so it's just you and me... What the... No. Way!!!"

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“Hey! Watch the elbows!” Dani snapped, sputtering as she was shoved into Brooke by the water pressure.



“Turn it off, turn it off!” Brooke shrieked, drenched and covering herself as well as she could.



Emma just laughed. Finding these annoying, cliquey girls was amazing and her 'bathtime' idea was hilarious! “Relax! You guys needed a bath so bad. You reeked of panic sweat!”



So there they were, Shivering, Soapy and utterly humiliated.



Emma’s old toothbrush loomed beside them like a mop. The strawberry-scented hand soap she’d squirted in was still bubbling around their ankles.



“Alright,” Emma said through giggles, turning off the tap. “Dry off, bugs.”

She dropped some crumpled paper towel squares onto the counter beside the sink and smirked as they scrambled over each other to grab them.



A few seconds of mad panic and they were soon huddled together in there soggy towels.



Emma, meanwhile, was giggling at her phone.



“Okay, say ‘cheese!’” she sang.



Ping



Lila’s stomach dropped. “Y... You filmed us?!”



Emma grinned. “Um, obviously! This is, like, peak internet gold. Look at you guys, you're like totally adorable!. Here, look!”



She turned the phone to face them, the video playing on a loop of them scrabbling under the pressure of the faucet.



“Delete that!” Dani yelled. Her paper towel barely stayed on as she stomped forward. “Right now, Emma. I’m serious!”



“Or what?” Emma teased, zooming in. “You’ll... jump at me? Bite my finger? Call a lawyer the size of a peanut?”



“You can’t just post that!” Brooke cried. “We're naked... It'll get taken down!”



"Yeah! And you'll get band!" stammered Dani.



Emma’s eyes twinkled as she hovered her finger over the Post button.

“Maybe... But for like, a week!? But not before everyone see's it!”



Lila stood, soaking wet, towel clinging to her like tissue. “You’re unbelievable. If you upload that, I swear...”



Emma fake-gasped. “Swear? You’re not allowed to swear, you’re two inches tall!”



Ping



“Stop filming!” Dani screamed.



“Too late!”


Upload complete.



The sink echoed with simultaneous shrieks of pure, helpless rage while Emma just whistled and scrolled through the comments, that were already rolling in.



“Internet loves you...” she said casually. “You’re totally famous now!”

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“Oh no no no,” she sang. “No hiding. If you’re gonna go natural, you’ve gotta own it, sweetie...” pinching her sisters tiny hands she held them up with a smirk.



“There, such a cute little shrinkie. Look at those... Like seriously, what are those?” she snorted. “raisins?”



“Oh my god, Emma..." Lila struggled but the tree trunk fingers held her hands tight. "stop!”



Emma chuckled, not even blinking. “No, I’m just confused. I mean, if I had a magnifying glass I’d still be like, ‘Wait… is that a boob or a freckle?’”



Lila’s face turned crimson and her arms trembled.



“Oh, and your butt?” Emma added, giving her a lazy twirl in the air. “It’s not even a butt. It’s like… two sad Tic-Tacs trying to escape each other.”



“Put me down!!”



Emma ignored her. “Remember how many selfies are on your phone right now... Don't pretend your all shy just cause your tiny!”



Then, with a laugh, she gently dropped Lila onto a pink compact mirror she’d laid out on the desk.



“Take a look,” Emma said. “That’s what three inches of attitude looks like.”

Lila scrambled to cover herself, curling up, shivering with rage.



Emma leaned her chin on her hand and smiled down at her.

“I’d offer you a sock,” she said sweetly. “But honestly? You’re just too funny like this.”

And with that, she snapped a photo.



CLICK



"There, now everyone can see just how cute you are!"

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Emily's tiny shoulders trembled. “Twelve inches,” her voice cracked. “I’m barely a foot tall. And I’m still shrinking…”



Sophie sat next to her, watching helplessly. “Em…”



“I can’t do this,” Emily said, wiping her face with both hands. “I can’t live like this. I needed help just climbing onto your stupid bed.”



Sophie gently nudged the cushion with a finger. “Don't cry Em, your still you...”



Emily let out a bitter laugh. “I’m gonna be the size of a doll by the weekend!”



Sophie tried to smile, though it hurt. “I've got my old dollhouse in the garage...”



Emily sniffled. “This isn’t funny.”



“I know,” Sophie said softly. “But you are really, really cute when you cry.”



Emily shot her a wet glare. “Shut up.”



“Okay,” Sophie said, pulling the pillow closer. “I'm sure they'll find a cure soon....”



“…That doesn't help me now...”



“Um... How about we play dress up? I've got loads of Barbie clo....”



"NO! I told you, I'm not a doll!"



"Sorry, sorry!" Sophie stammered, do you want to go home?"



"No way, my little sister is a knightmare... She actually spanked my but last night...!"



There was a long pause, where Sophie stifled a giggle.



"...I said no to her showing me off to her friends so she... Oh God, this is a nightmare!"

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“Rachel? Did you take my charger again? God, your room smells like… old people perfume.”



Emily's bare feet thumped in, the soles wide and rough and terrifying to anyone currently the size of a mouse and hiding under a dresser!



“Raaachel…” Emily drew out the name. Walking into the room, her toes brushed Rachel’s crumpled clothing.



She froze.



“What the hell?” Emily bent down.



Rachel cursed under her breath. Her clothes were too obvious. Layered from the fall, clearly dropped all at once. Anyone with half a brain, her sumb sister included, knew exactl;y what that meant!





"Oh my god..." she whispered, “did you shrink?”



Rachel flinched.



Emily grinned.



She dropped to her knees and grabbed the shirt Rachel had been wearing a few minutes ago. “You totally shrank!”



Silence.



Then, “Where are you, shrinkie...? You under the bed?” She laughed a short, smug exhale. “I swear, if you’re under you're hiding in a sneaker, I’m gonna die!”

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Lexi leaned against the counter near the back of the classroom, twirling a strand of hair around her finger while whispering to her two closest friends.



“No, like, I swear I heard someone say it in the nurse’s office.” She paused for dramatic effect. “Someone we know tested positive. Like, full-body-shrink positive. This morning.”



Maya raised an eyebrow. “Who?”



Lexi slipped her nail under the edge of the decontamination station’s plastic lid and lifted it with a dramatic flick. The tiny containers were basically Barbie showers, retrofitted to 'decontaminate' shrink virus victims.



A soft click, and the wall fell away.



Inside, a tiny, naked girl dropped to the floor and scrambled to cover a oair of tiny boobs with her clumsy hands as her knees bobbed in an effort to hide her crotch.



It was Ava.



The miniature girls entire body jolted with panic as tears started to cascade down her cheeks. "G... Go away!" her tiny, high-pitched command got lost in the giggles spluttering from Lexi's face.



“Oh. My. God.”



Ava recognized that smug, self-satisfied voice instantly and when she looked up, those looming features snapped into focus.



Lexi Green!



There old rivalry flashed into Ava's mind “You win, okay? I'm a fucking shrinkie... Happy now...! Just go away!”



Lexi laughed, "Or..." She said, tilting the container just enough for Ava to lose her balance with a squeak and slip right over the edge.



She tumbled onto the desk, arms flailing, her hands slipping off her naked tits as she landed with a soft smack, everything jiggling as she scrambled to cover herself again.



“…You can stop whining,” Lexi continued, casually tapping a nail near Ava’s feet.


“And give us a little show. You still remember our old cheer routines, right?”



Ava’s head shot up. “What!? No way. Are you serious?”



Lexi raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “You can either get up and shake that tiny ass like a good little cheer toy… or I give you a red bottom and then you do it anyway.” She smiled. “Your call...”

[jopitty]

“Okay, Rach!” Kaylee half glanced at her friends, enjoying the attention “Let’s see that cheer! Big smile. Lots of spirit.”



Rachel’s jaw clenched. “No.”



The room went silent. The sharp, horrible silence that meant something was about to happen.



Kaylee blinked. Slowly. Her smile twitched. “…No?”



Rachel’s voice cracked slightly, but she tried to stand defiant, despite being small enough to fit into a lunchbox! “I’m not doing it. Not again. Not for you, and definitely not for them.”



She heard a stifled gasp from the group of enthralled girls. A shrinkie show was all the rage online, but seeing one in the real world and a shrinkie that you actually know, was absolutely thrilling.



“Ohhhh boy,” Kaylee said, standing up like a game show host about to announce the losing contestant.



Rachel turned and bolted, but a huge hand scooped her up in a flash. Five fingers wrapping around her body like a cage.



“No, no, no... Kaylee, stop!” Rachel screamed, squirming with all her tiny strength. “You can’t do this!”



Kaylee didn’t answer. She just pinched her sisters tiny denim waistband.



Rachel kicked and twisted. But it was useless. She felt her tiny jeans slip away, exposing her doll-sized underwear. Her heart thumped as she realized everyone could see.



“You were doing so well,” Kaylee said, shaking her head with mock disappointment. “But I guess we need to review...”



Rachel froze. No. She wasn’t really going to—



SMACK!



The sound rang out like a firecracker in the room. Rachel yelped, her legs kicking wildly at the air. The sting lit her tiny bottom like someone had slapped her with a frying pan.



Alina shrieked with laughter. Emma clapped a hand over her mouth. “She’s... She’s actually spanking her!”



Kaylee grinned.



SMACK!



Rachel squealed again. Her hands clawed at Kaylee’s fingers, trying to wriggle free, but Kaylee’s grip was like steel. Rachel had never felt so helpless. So pathetic. Her eyes stung with hot, angry tears.



“Kaylee, STOP!” she screamed.



SMACK!



That one landed sharp. Rachel gasped as her whole body trembled. "Stop... Ok... OK! I'll do the fucking dance, cheering crap... Just.... Please stop!"



“See?” Kaylee told the others, her voice light. “She still needs training. But she’s learning.”



Rachel didn’t speak. She couldn’t. She just stared at the far wall, refusing to meet her little sisters smug eyes.



“Now…” Kaylee turned to her friends, dropping her shrunken sister onto a cushion. “Alina, want to pick the next outfit? We’ve got a duck onesie… a baby swimsuit… oh! And the maid costume.”



Alina giggled, bouncing. “Duck. Definitely the duck.”

[jopitty]

"Don’t just stand there… Like, help me or something!" tiny hands pressed against equally tiny breasts and crotch. Kelsey had never been shy of her body, but a sudden size change in a very conspicuous corridor made her cover up.



Her friend (or maybe more like her reluctant follower) leaned toward the table that housed the miniature girl, stifling a grin. "Wow. You’re… You're tiny!"



Kelsey stamped a bare foot. "Obviously! The fucking SHR virus isn’t exactly subtle. Now help me before someone sees me... Ouch! Did you… Did you just pinch my butt!?"



"It’s just… you’re freaking tiny and kinda adorable… I couldn’t help myself!"



"Adorable!?" Kelsey’s high-pitched outrage cracked in the middle, making it even worse.



"Um, yeah… You’re like a Bratz doll or something," the other girl teased, tilting her head. "You even have that little glare they do in commercials."



Kelsey puffed out her cheeks. "No, I’m not! I’m Kelsey Moore and I’m totally in charge here, shrink virus or not so... Ouch! Stop doing that!"



The other girl chuckled, pinching the quickly reddening bottom again just to watch her squeal.



"You’re in charge, huh? From down there, I’m pretty sure my cat has more authority than you."



Kelsey’s glare turned into a nervous frown. "…Your cat better stay far, far away from me."



"Ha! You're little body just shivered at the idea of Mr Sprinkles!"

[jopitty]

Emma sat on the desk letting her legs dangle over the edge. She shifting awkwardly as Claire Thomas walked toward her. “Miss Hail said that I could wait in here, because Zoe Simmons is picking on me…” she spoke up to the girl, who stopped directly in front of her.



“Zoe Simmons's!? She's like, 2 years below you..." She spluttered, "And she’s a little twerp! How are you letting her pick on you!?”



“Um… I’m not exactly able to fight her anymore… She just grabbed me and…”



Claire leaned in, grinning. “Go on… What did she do…?”



Emma hesitated, glancing away. “She pulled my knickers off and… spanked me.”



Claire slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “Oh. My. God! How embarrassing… Is your little butt still red?”



“I guess so…” Emma humiliation made her heart thud. The heat that rose from her gut quickly gave way to the familiar rush of being lifted up. “Hey… Put me down…!”



Claire, ignoring her tiny chirps, slowly turned her in the air, letting her dress drop over her upside down torso. “Ha!" She hadn't meant to laugh but the quick flash of pubic hair surprised her. "She didn’t even give you your panties back! Tragic!”



Emma yelped and pushed at the hanging fabric, desperately covering what dignity she had left, but her bright red bottom glowed in the daylight as Claire laughed uncontrolably.

[jopitty]

The first thing Leah saw when she wriggled her head out was blinding sunlight. She squinted, gulping in a breath of fresh air after what felt like forever in the stifling, humid darkness of her friends breasts.



“Finally,” Leah gasped. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been in there? Why have you stopped? Where even are we...”



Her stopped when she realized; they weren’t sneaking through some hallway long corridor, like she had expected. Zoe was lying back lazily in the grass, sunglasses on, face tilted to the warm sun.



“You’re... You’re sunbathing?!” Leah squeaked. “Are you serious? I’m the size of a crayon and you’re...”



A fingertip pressed against her forehead, nudging her back down into the soft, sweltering prison she had just shimmed free from.



“Shhh,” Zoe murmured with a smirk. “Do you want the entire quad to see you pop out of there? Stay put.”



“But... You said you were helping me... Taking me to a doctor or something!”



“Quiet, little one.” Zoe tapped her cleavage meaningfully. “You’re safer in there, besides…”she leaned back with a triumphant smile, “I’m enjoying the sun. You can wait a few more minutes.”



Hot, terrified and humiliated, Leah pounded uselessly against Zoe’s skin until a gentle wobble sent her even deeper.

[jopitty]

Beth’s phone buzzed as she was leaving school. A text from Mom lit up her screen:



Your sister tested positive. She’s home. We need to talk.



Beth’s breath caught. Positive? The shrink virus? She felt a wild laugh bubble up in her chest and immediately broke into a run, weaving through streets until her lungs burned. The idea of her towering, bossy big sister suddenly being pocket-sized was too good to be true.



She burst through the front door. “oh my god Mom? Where is she?”



Her mother stepped out of the kitchen, looking pale. “Beth, listen. This is serious. Leah is very fragile now. You can’t just...”



But Beth’s eyes had already landed on the kitchen table.



A little plastic dollhouse!



Her grin spread slow and wicked.



“No. Way...” Beth whispered, ignoring her mother completely. She reached for it, dragging it closer.



Peering over she saw her. Tiny!



Beth clapped a hand over her mouth, then let out a laugh sharp enough to echo. “No. Freaking. Way.”



Leah looked up, startled, then fell to her knees. "Not Beth... Mom why did you tell her!"



“Ohhh, listen to her little voice!” Beth leaned down until her grin filled Leah’s view. “Look at you. You’re so… tiny. I could pick you up with two fingers.”



Leah’s arms wrapped around herself, trembling. “No... Just leave me alone!”



Beth lowered a finger, tapping the floor beside her sister. Leah flinched hard, stumbling back against the plastic furniture.



“Oh my god, you’re actually scared of me!” Beth laughed again. “This is incredible. All those years of you bossing me around, and one little flick and your scurrying away like a baby mouse!”



“Stop it!” Leah’s little voice cracked. “I’m not a fucking mouse, I'm your sister... I'm you're big sister Beth!”



Beth tilted her head, voice dripping with mock concern. “Aww, but are you? You’re not really ‘big’ anymore, are you? More like… my little dolly.”



Leah shook her head, bewildered, her eyes shining with frustration. “This isn’t fair! Just... Go away!”



Beth just giggled, pinching her thumb and forefinger in the air like tongs. “Awwh, come here munchkin...”



“Beth!” Mom snapped from the doorway. “Enough!”



Beth shot her a look but kept her hand hovering just above Leah, enjoying how her once-towering sister cowered. The thrill of it pulsed in her chest, intoxicating.



"Relax mom, she's a shrinkie, she has to get used to be picked up..." biting her lip, she pinched the tiny girls waist as if picking a treat in a candy store.



Leah squealed and thrashed, pushing at the fingers with all her strength but Beth just giggled.



"Calm down Squeaky, I'm not gunna drop you!"