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[jopitty]

“Okay, seriously, this app I downloaded? It’s insane. Watch this...”



Anna tapped her screen.



Before Jo or Lucy could react, there was a flash of light and when Jo and Lucy blinked, everything looked… enormous. Their voices were squeaky and Anna was It was a million miles away.



“Ohhh my god,” Lucy squeaked, wobbling on the carpet, “Anna! What did you!?”



Anna bent over, grinning down at her tiny friends. “Relax, little munchkins, You’re just… um… a bit… fun-sized now. Isn’t it cute?”



Jo flailed, trying to stand, but her legs barely held her. “Anna! This isn’t funny! Change us back!”



Anna laughed, flicking her finger at them like they were bugs. “Oh, come on, look at you guys! Your sooo cute!”



Lucy whimpered as Anna scooped her up between thumb and forefinger.



“Stop it...! Ugh... I can’t even...”



“I know right!” Anna said, spinning her little friend gently in her hand. “You can’t do anything. You’re completely at my mercy!”



Jo tried to crawl toward a blanket for cover, but Anna flicked her lightly, sending her toppling onto her back. “Oops! Watch your step, shorty,” she teased, laughing.



The rest of the night was a parade of humiliation. Anna dangled them over her snack bowls, pretending to drop them in the candy, spun them around like toys, and set them in dollhouses she had in the corner. Every time they squeaked, pleaded, or tried to resist, Anna found a new, fun way to show them who's boss.



“Shhh, don’t make that sound,” she said mockingly as Jo’s tiny fists banged on the floor. “You’re so squeaky! It’s so adorable, I can't even take it!”



Lucy tried to swallow her angry pride. Yelling had only given them a one way ticket to a spanking and she wasn't going to risk that again. “Anna… please… M... Make us big again…”



She snorted, holding her phone up. “Ohhh, what’s this? ‘Keep fun size...?”

Her grin widened wickedly. “What do you say girls, wanna stay teeny tiny!?”



Jo and Lucy shrieked, panicked. “Anna! No! Don’t...Don’t you dare!”

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Abby sat cross-legged on the couch, her whole body dwarfed by the glowing landscape of her laptop screen. The news article stretched above her like a billboard, each word she read made her heart sink:



“Shrink Virus Cure a Hoax—Experts Warn Attempt Could Make Victims Permanently Smaller.”
Her chest tightened as she scrolled with both hands pressed against the spacebar like a boulder. The words felt like a punch: not just ineffective… potential to shrink patients further… blocks future medical treatment entirely...



Abby staggered back from the keys, breathing fast. She’d been saving every penny for one that black-market crap. Some of her friends had even started regaining inches; proof, she’d thought, that it worked. But if this was true… Oh god, I'm I gunna be stuck like this... Am i gunna get smaller!?



“Whatcha reading?”



Abby froze. The living-room door creaked, and her younger sister sauntered over. She leaned over the couch, her shadow spilling across the screen. Her eyes narrowed, then widened as she skimmed the article.



“Oh... My... God...” A laugh bubbled out of her. “You’re serious? That junk doesn’t even work...And it might make you even smaller?” She clapped a hand over her mouth, but the giggles kept breaking through.



Abby’s face burned. “Leah... Shut up for a second..." Panic gripped her.



But Leah doubled over, shaking. “Are you kidding? This is crazy! A month ago, I was begging Mom not to waste money on that stupid shot. You were such a bossy bitch when you were big, I secretly hoped you’d stay tiny forever!” She wiped tears from her eyes, grinning down at her miniature sister. “Amazing... You’re stuck like this, and maybe you’ll end up even smaller?”



Leah flopped onto the couch cushion beside Abby, the impact jostling her tiny sister. She propped her chin in her hand and smirked at the screen, reading a line aloud in a mock-serious tone:



“‘Ingesting counterfeit cures may result in irreversible miniaturization.’” Leah gasped a half fake smug filled gasp. “Wow, Abs. I might have to buy a microscope!”



Abby clenched her fists. “Shut up. This isn’t funny, Leah! Do you even realize what this means for me?”



Leah raised her eyebrows. “Yeah. It means you’re not bossing me around anymore.” She stretched her legs across the couch, nearly brushing Abby with her socked foot. “I just got a new pet!”



“Pet!? Fuck off! I’m your big sister!” Abby shouted, stamping a bare foot against the laptop’s touchpad. The click was pitiful. “I'm not a fucking... PET!”



“I think a certain little lady needs to be careful how she talks to me... ya'know, since Mom put me down as your guardian and all?”



Abby’s cheeks went hot. “You smug little brat, you...” She spat a word she hadn’t used on her sister in years. "Whore!"



Leah’s smirk widened. She leaned in close, her face filling Abby’s world, her voice low and triumphant. “Oh dear... That wasn't very nice...”



Abby’s stomach dropped. She realized too late.



She wriggled in Leah’s grip, her tiny hands scrabbling against the massive fingers that had grabbed her with lightning speed. She was so busy struggling that she failed to notice why Leah suck in a breath.



“Oh my god!” She squeezed her fist tighter to keep Abby from slipping through. “It’s happening! The cure thing... It’s real! You’re shrinking again!”



Abby wailed, her sister was right, she was getting smaller. “N-no! I can’t... Please, not again...!”

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Jenna sat on the coffie table, tiny legs swinging over the side, just where her mom had left her. She was actually trapped up there, but was far to stubborn to ask for help. At least the tv was on, last week she spent a whole afternoon bored on the kitchen counter.

Being a shrinkie was bad enough, she wasnt about to start begging to be picked up like some kind of toddler.



“Jenna!”



She nearly jumped out of her skin. Amanda’s voice, bright and annoyingly chipper, filled the room before the cousin even appeared around the corner.



“Hi, tiny!” Amanda said, plopping down beside her on the thick carpet. “You know, I still can't believe you caught the shrink virus! Remember when you beat up those bullies last summer? Ha, they'd kick your ass with a single flick now, huh!?"



Jenna’s eyes narrowed. “Really, Amanda? Do you have to...”



“Look at you!” Amanda continued, waving her hand dramatically as if presenting a museum exhibit. “I mean, you’re cute and all, but come on. Barbie’s taller than you. She’d probably eat you for breakfast too!”



Jenna’s hands tightened into fists. She had been trying not to let anyone comment on her size today. She was tired of the pitying looks, the whispers, the constant giggles they were never able to hide. “Amanda, I’m not a toy,” she snapped a quick a uthoritative reply, despite the pitch difference.



Amanda tilted her head, still grinning. “Oh, come on! You know it’s funny. You’ve got that tiny little body and huge attitude. I can’t help it. You’re just so… teeny.”



Jenna groaned, rolling her eyes so hard she thought her tiny head might spin off. “Go away Amanda!”



Amanda leaned closer, and laughed, oblivious to the tension.

She pulled a Barbie from her bag and stood it next to the furious shrinkie. “Seriously, she’s actually bigger than you!”



Jenna stared at the doll, her anger mixed with humiliation. She knew Amanda had brought the stupid doll just to embaress her but she was far to stubburn to admit that it worked.



"Oh, I've got an idea..." Amanda sang, "Why don't you try on her outfit..."



Jenna’s tiny fists clenched so hard she thought her knuckles might crack. “N-no way! Absolutely not! I’m not wearing that dumb doll outfit!”



Amanda just laughed, tilting her head. “Oh, come on. You’re basically a doll anyway...” she said, reaching down. Her fingers pinched Jenna's top under the arm and started to lift “...So this will be easy.”



Jenna wriggled, yanking away. “Let go of me...! I’m serious, Amanda!”

A few hefty yanks from the miniature girl and her top ripped away. she clutched at her self in an embarrassed shudder and covered her naked torso.



"Oops!" Amanda laughed. “Doesn't look like you've got much of a choice now... Relax, your gunna look amazing in pink...”



Before Jenna could even protest again, Amanda slid the pink dress from the Barbie and laid it down with an innocent and mocking smirk.



Jenna glared up at her cousin, furious, humiliated, and completely powerless. “Y..You can’t just...” she squeaked, struggling to maintain her usual tough demeanour.



"Oh stop whining. Just take of your pants and get the dress on, or do you want me to rip them off too...!"

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Beth had always been the tough one. She never backed down from a fight. She never let anyone mess with her best friend, Emma.



Emma was the opposite. Quiet. Nervous. Always the target. If Beth wasn’t around, bullies pounced on her like vultures.



But now things were different. Very different.



Beth had shrunk. The shrink virus hadn't been as cruel as it could have been and Beth was just happy that she wasn't the size of a mouse, like some people.



She stood just over a foot tall, but her usual calm demeanour still ebbed from her despite it.



“Oh crap!” Her friend gasped “Look who's coming... Come on, lets just go!", even now she was 3 times taller than Beth, she still looked up to her.



“Relax,” Beth snapped. “We're fine. Nobody’s going to touch us.”



Emma froze.



Three girls. Janine, Maya and Clara! Bitches in every sense of the word.



They strutted toward them, laughing.



Emma’s throat tightened.



Beth sighed. “Just calm down... I can still kick ass, if that's what your worried about...,” she muttered.



The girls stopped. Their laughter died for a moment as they stared down at Beth. Then Janine, the tallest one smirked.



“Oh wow,” she smirked. “Is that little Bethany?”



“She’s tiny!” Maya squealed. “Like… a doll!”



The laughter started again, louder now.



Beth stood up and walked foward. “Laugh it up skanks...,” she growled. “I can still kick your butts.”



The bullies roared with laughter.



“Oh my god! She's soo adorable!" Clara giggled.



Before Beth could react Janine bent forward and shot her hands over the angry shrunken girl, pining her arms at her side, before lifting her into the air.



“No!” Beth shouted. Her legs kicked wildly. She wriggled and twisted frantically but It didn’t matter. She was trapped.



“Put her down!” Emma pleaded.



The bullies ignored her.



Janine just dangled Beth in the air. “Come on then shorty... Kick my ass!”



Beth twisted and writhed. “Ugh... Let me go!”



The girl grinned. “This is too good! Big, bad Bethany Green, wriggling like a naughty toddler...” her grin grew into a sinister smirk, "That gives me an idea..."



No matter how hard Beth fought, Janine was easily able to lay her over her knee. "Naughty girls get spanked bottoms..."



Beth shrieked "What! No! You can't!"



Laughter drowned out the rip of the thin jeggings as Janine tore them away before slapping the waiting cheeks.



"Oww!" Beth yelled. Heat seared through her. Her mind raced, why couldn't she just get free! Surly she wasn't that helpless now!



Another slab, then another. Soon her bottom hummed with red heat and Beth found herself begging.



"Stop... Stop... Please!"



Emma’s heart pounded so hard she thought it would burst. She had never seen Beth like this. Beth, the fearless one. Beth, the protector.

But she just froze.



Eventually Janine dropped Beth down on the floor, "Remember who's in charge freak!" She spat, with a grin before walking away.



Emma reached down and tried to help her friend up.



"Its ok..." Beth jumped to her feet, trying to clamber back some sense of bravado through a warbling, choking voice. "I... I can get up on my own..."



"Sorry babes... Do you want some ointment, you know, for....?" Emma gestured toward her bright red bum cheeks.



"No! I'm not a fucking baby!"



"Sorry, I was just trying to help..." Emma's concern wavered under her friends anger. "I never said you were a baby.... Even if you do look like one...!"

Now Beth was the one who needed saving.

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“Please!… I just want to be big again... I don’t want to be tiny anymore!” Mara’s voice cracked. “I rubbed your feet like you asked… I cleaned the gunk out of your toes, I fetched, I... Please, Lily… grow me back!”



Lily tilted her head and smirked. She had almost forgotten about her tiny auntie. The whole foot rub thing was just to see if she'd actually do it! And see did! In honesty, she couldn't really feel much but seeing the bossy woman scurry around, obeying every command was kinda hilarious! “Hmm… is that begging I hear? Sounds pretty desperate.”



Mara sank to her knees, exhaustion and humiliated. “Yes! Begging! Please! Anything! I just want my life back! I can’t do this forever, Lily… please, I’m begging you!”



God, she was so pathetic now! Lily's mind wondered. what else she could make her do. Maybe she would dance for her friends later, or maybe she could make some vids for TikTok. Ha, #Shrunkenauntie!

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The SHR-1 virus had changed everything about life at Crestwood Prep. What used to be rumours about test scores or hook-ups had been replaced with stories of who had “gone shrinkie.” Most people only saw it on the news, celebrities giving interviews from glass cases, tiny politicians giving statements from platforms the size of a cheeseboard.



But that morning, the virus hit much closer to home. Ava Moreland, queen of Crestwood’s social scene, woke up at six inches tall.



By lunchtime, everyone at Crestwood knew.



Tess and Mariah freaked. There 3 girl clique ran the school. A zillion messages pinged, one after the other before they were at Ava's door. Out of breath, grinning and ready to see Crestwood’s queen, there great leader, as a shrinkie!



They barely registered Ava's mom letting them in, practically tripping over each other as they tussled to her bedroom.



There she was, Ava Moreland! Tiny, furious, standing on her own vanity desk with her hands on her hips, trying not to look startled as her monstrously huge friends tumbled in.



Tess and Mariah froze for a second, eyes wide, trying not to laugh at how impossibly small she was.



Ava's mom boke the silence as she said her goodbyes, conscious of her daughters constant demands for privacy.



“Well... Don’t just stare!” Ava snapped at the gawking girls.



The girls looked at each other and tried to stifle there giggles.



Tess hopped onto the bed first, followed by Mariah, and before Ava could protest, Tess carefully reached across and lifted her up like she was some kind of doll, not even stopping to ask permission!



“OMG… Ava Moreland… a shrinkie!” Tess giggled



Ava’s fists clenched, glaring up at them.



"I know right! An actual shrinkie!" Mariah joined in.



Ava’s eyes went wide. “I am not a shrinkie!”



They both tumbled backwards in fits of laughter.



"Stop it! I'm not... Just... Fuck off!"



Wiping a tear away from her face, Tess smirked, "You know..." She sang, "I heard that shrinkies..." she emphasised the word, "Give amazing foot-rubs!"



Ava gasped, "What! No freaking way... Ugh!"



But Tess's feet were already curling toward her.



Ava puffed out her tiny chest, trying to summon every ounce of authority she could, despite her terror. “Listen Tess!” she squeaked “I am in no way, under any circumstances, rubbing your stinking feet! I am not a servant, I am not a… a… a shrinkie, or whatever you want to call it!”

She slumped down and grossed her legs as if to put an end to the whole thing.



Tess wriggled her toes, "you can rub them, or they can rub you..."



The feet inched closer, pushing her knees away. Ava lurched, ready to jump away but they quickly smushed her between them.



She gagged and spluttered, every movment rubbing more skany foot sweat over her tiny body.



"You ready to be a good little shrinkie and rub my feet...?" Tess smirked as Ava was rolled between them like dough.



"Ugh... Ok... Stop!... I'll rub them!"



Tess stopped, "Good shrinkie... And don't forget to get right between my toes!"



Mariah clapped her hands, "Ha! Me next, me next!" she sang.

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Footsteps shook the ground and Ms. Harding's head pounded.



No one ever talked about how disorientating the shrink virus was. She had no idea where she was until she heard a familiar voice clap above her.



“Whoa. What is that?”



Instant realisation hit her like a bat. The shrink virus... Her class... Oh god no!



“Tyler!” she shouted, waving both arms. “It’s me! Ms. Harding!”



To her, it was a shout. To him, it was a tiny, squeaky chirp. He squatted down, squinting. “Weird little… thing,” he muttered. Then he smiled. “Did you escape...?.”



“No— Tyler, don’t—!”



But he was already reaching for her. His fingers closed around her, muffling her yells in a cocoon of skin. Her stomach lurched as she was lifted higher than she’d ever been in her entire life.



“Guess your the new Mr Nibbles...” He dropped her softly into the empty hamster cage on the counter, clicking the door shut.



“Tyler! Tyler, please!” she screamed, but he was already gone.



“Have a good weekend, little dude,” he called absently on his way out.



The lights went off.



The door locked.





That night, the classroom was a cavern of shadows. Ms. Harding sat shivering under a crumpled gym sock she’d dragged from the corner of the cage, its sour smell make her gag, but she was so cold.



She tried shouting for help whenever she heard a noise in the hallway, but no one came.



By Sunday, she had given in to her own stubbornness and was chewing miserably on dried hamster pellets and licking the water bottle.





When Monday morning light spilled into the room, she could hardly move. The door creaked open, and the sound of heels clicked across the floor.



“Harding?” a familiar voice called. “You here early again?”



Ms. Harding staggered up, waving. “Carla! Carla, I’m here!”



Ms. Grant’s gaze drifted to the hamster cage. She blinked, leaned in closer, then gasped . A long silence filled the air before she splurted out a laugh.



“Oh my god. Is that you?”



Ms. Harding nodded frantically, relief flooding her face. “Yes! You have to help me! Please, just...”



But Ms. Grant’s laughter took over. She pressed a hand to her mouth. “You're... You're tiny!”



“Carla, this isn’t funny! Get me out!”



“I... I can’t believe it,” Ms. Grant wheezed, tears in her eyes. “The kids are going to love this. You, of all people, the class pet!”



Ms. Harding slammed her fists against the bars, her voice rising. “Let me out right now!”



Ms. Grant smirked, leaning down until her eyes filled Ms. Harding’s sky.



The daunting move made Ms Harding gulp.



“Oh, relax. I’ll get you out. But first…” She chuckled again, shaking her head. “I just need a picture. No one will believe me otherwise.”



Ms. Harding froze as the phone camera clicked.