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At least the bathroom was clean and at least the lights were on. A few rolls of tp mocked me from a shelf I’d never reach. She’d have to take off the roof so I could bring some to my level. Assuming I could use the toilet. For now the problem was cleaning my pants, socks and shoes. I managed to pull down a towel and wiped most of her glop off. It’d be crusty when the residue dried, but hopefully they could be washed soon. God there was a lot of it. I didn’t want to be around her when she was eating.

Shoving my shoulder against the only outside door only made it sore. When you’re trapped all you think about getting out. But now the world outside was full of giant everything and I was much lower on the food chain than I cared to think about. The Swedish community would be gigantic. This was supposed to be my surprise gift. Could Molly deal with it? Would I end up in a lab or some kind of zoo?

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While Hunter’s boxes were shrinking, Jolene began searching for papers on Class D experiments. Other than their classified work, most of it dated back to the early experiments twenty five years ago. Class B worked almost immediately. Space agencies were interested in pushing further, but Class C work was abandoned with a ten to twenty five percent mortality rate among test animals. It looked like China and maybe Belarus had been using it on people, but that was just rumors.

Class D was trouble from the start. Animal mortality was one hundred percent. Class C and D human downsizing was banned internationally. She had inadvertently committed a crime. But somehow he was alive and seemed okay. Their approach was a refinement on the original procedure and a big improvement for Class B reductions. Now it seemed safe for humans with a sample size of one. She had stumbled onto a breakthrough. She’d have to tell the PI, but probably after getting Hunter safely off to Sweden. She was going to catch hell no matter what she did, but at least she hadn’t killed him.

It was a 42.90 times reductionl.. a little more than three times smaller than the normal Class B. She opened a calculator app on her phone. She had a few inches on him before - he was probably like five ten. 70 divide by 42.9 -my god! 1.63 inches tall! She felt a sudden urge to run back and check on him, but remembered he was safely locked in the little apartment. Bored, but safe. Unless a spider was.. no.. it’d been cleaned and sealed. Nothing like that could happen.

She glanced at her phone. Eight minutes to go. “Hurry up!” she said outloud.

Her mind wandered. He seemed like a nice guy. Way better than the kind she danced for. She’d been staying away from guys to focus on school and work.. if he didn’t have Molly he’d be the kind she’d consider. Nothing flashy, but nice and he was doing something romantic.

She needed to focus Probably more time to sort out just how to tell Dr Sommerfeld. Then he’d be able to handle this. After all, that’s why he’s the Principal Investigator.

It getting close to seven. People would be coming in soon. She’d hide him for now - take him home and call in sick. She needed time. Yeah - call in sick. It'd work - there was something going around.

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Feeling sorry for myself wasn’t working. I wasn’t free with her around, but at least she was friendly. What about Molly? Pacing back and forth I went from certainty to doubt and back to certainty.

Suddenly the light coming through the windows changed suddenly. There were footsteps.

“C’mon out and see!” the voice outside boomed. “door’s open now - I think it worked.”

Just beyond the door were my boxes and bags .. all my size.

“Open one and check it out” There was a bit of excitement in her voice. Probably because everything worked this time.

I opened a suitcase.. the clothes I’d packed a few hours ago. I gave her a thumbs up.

“Great.. hey - there’s a change of plan. ‘taking ya back to my place. You can stay with me ’til you leave for Sweden. It’ll be better than around here.”

She didn’t say what I was worried about. I didn't want to become a lab animal. Maybe it’d work and I’d on my way to Sweden soon.

“Whatever you think’s best”

“I’ll bring the apartment.. at least for now.” She leaned down and picked it up like a toy. “ ‘ put it in the car and be right back.”

She returned in a few minutes wearing her blue ski jacket.

“They’re cold from the truck, but they’ll warm up and be soft” she said pulling out some sail sized pieces of a black material. “silk undies, but don’t worry - they’re clean. I’ll put ‘em in my left pocket away from the harness and you can roll up in ‘em”

Two giant fingers and a thumb shoved my things together. Then everything disappeared from my view.

“Getting the hang of it!” she sounded delighted as they moved the distance to her left pocket.

“Your turn!”

I didn’t want to have those fingers close in on me like that.

“I’d prefer riding on your hand”

“figured that” she said as her right hand settled down palm side up about ten feet away.

“My shoes and pants are still gross”

“Sorry.. all I had at the time. Try lying down..”

I wasn’t going to argue. Her other hand brought in a loosely folded pantie. It was probably tiny on her, but …

“Try getting in it.”

The thick fabric was stiff, but I managed.

“I stuffed more inside already. I’ll put you on top.”

Her hand, the panties and I slid at least twenty feet into the cavern.

“ 'k in there?” she said as her hand silently disappeared.

“ready”

A zipper moved across the top cutting off most of the light

“I’ll be a bit bumpy so hang on,”

At least the silk kept the pocket walls from slamming into me and probably smoothed the ride a bit. The motion stopped for a second before a strong acceleration down and to the side. She head to be getting in the car. The zipper opened and cold air spilled in.

“Make it in one piece?”

“You could be a ride at Six Flags.”

She laughed. Somehow that cheered me up.

“I was thinking of letting you ride between the girls, but the shoulder harness and well…”

Maybe with a girlfriend, but not.. I realized what I just thought. Was she just joking or flirting? Probably not.. Jolene was seriously out of my league.

It seemed like fifteen minutes. It was noisy enough that she had trouble hearing me so both of us fell into our thoughts. But then we arrived and were in a warm house again. There was the faint odor of new paint.

“I’ll set you on the table and bring in your apartment. But first wave and yell so I can see where you are.”

“Here” I waved. She had pulled the pocket wide open and two huge fingers and a thumb made it to the other side of the pantie about ten feet away.

“Hang on tight”

Another huge hand followed about fifteen feet below as I traveled through the air hanging onto her underware.

“This is my new place. This room’ll be my sister’s office. She’s moving in next week, but you’ll be in Sweden. Too bad - you’d probably like Holly. She’s this super friendly goof ball. Sort of like a big golden retriever.” she paused. “But Sweden’s gonna be way better.”

“Did you find anything.. how much I shrank?”

“Yeah a bit.. let’s set you up first. I’ll get the apartment.”

There was a point, watching her walk away, where the huge segments of giant came together into something that looked like a woman. A giant, but most definitely a woman. Lord she was beautiful. My mind wandered to Molly. She’d fit in Jolene’s hand, but’d still be a giant to me. Molly was short and loved that I was a head taller. Now the tables were turned. Love will find a way… it has to. Maybe if I keep telling that to myself it’ll be true.

She returned carrying a look of concern and the apartment. She probably realized I might see her worry and a smile appeared. She set it on the table and went to work attaching tubes and wires.

“Check inside. I need to get out of my clothes and get a shower soon. Mind if I’m in my undies?”

I had no idea, but wasn’t going to tell her no.

“I’m fine with nudity if you are.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to say, but it got the point across. I watched her leave and then walked towards the apartment.

The door was open, but I wasn’t keen on going in this time. I had to find out what she’d learned. I sat on the door ledge and waited about five minutes.

Her hand came towards me with something metallic.

“I figure this’d make a water cup for you, but ..”

It was way too big for a cup - more of a bucket. It fell on its side and rolled when she set it on the table. It should be familiar but I couldn't quite place it...

“All I have. Try lifting it.”

I struggled, but it was too heavy..

“It’d be a lot worse with water in it, maybe we can figure out how to make it stay in place."

“Did you find out what went wrong with the machine?”

There was a long pause.. “not completely. I think an experimental script from some testing was labeled like the one for people.”

“Can you fix it?”

I wasn’t looking up at her, but could tell she must be shaking her head ‘no.’ There was a lot of bare skin on that woman.

“They’ll be able to take care of you in Sweden. It’s sort of amazing too.. you’re the only one on record.”

“shit!” was all I could get out.

“It works out to 42.9 times reduction… “

“How tall?”

“I don’t know what you were before, but about one and five eights of an inch.”

I could feel the blood draining from my head. I had to sit down.

“I’ll get you on the flight Saturday.. earlier if you want.”

“I need to call Molly.”

“Have her number? We can text her on my phone..”

Suddenly I realized what the bucket was.
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Description
At least the bathroom was clean and at least the lights were on. A few rolls of tp mocked me from a shelf I’d never reach. She’d have to take off the roof so I could bring some to my level. Assuming I could use the toilet. For now the problem was cleaning my pants, socks and shoes. I managed to pull down a towel and wiped most of her glop off. It’d be crusty when the residue dried, but hopefully they could be washed soon. God there was a lot of it. I didn’t want to be around her when she was eating.

Shoving my shoulder against the only outside door only made it sore. When you’re trapped all you think about getting out. But now the world outside was full of giant everything and I was much lower on the food chain than I cared to think about. The Swedish community would be gigantic. This was supposed to be my surprise gift. Could Molly deal with it? Would I end up in a lab or some kind of zoo?

__________

While Hunter’s boxes were shrinking, Jolene began searching for papers on Class D experiments. Other than their classified work, most of it dated back to the early experiments twenty five years ago. Class B worked almost immediately. Space agencies were interested in pushing further, but Class C work was abandoned with a ten to twenty five percent mortality rate among test animals. It looked like China and maybe Belarus had been using it on people, but that was just rumors.

Class D was trouble from the start. Animal mortality was one hundred percent. Class C and D human downsizing was banned internationally. She had inadvertently committed a crime. But somehow he was alive and seemed okay. Their approach was a refinement on the original procedure and a big improvement for Class B reductions. Now it seemed safe for humans with a sample size of one. She had stumbled onto a breakthrough. She’d have to tell the PI, but probably after getting Hunter safely off to Sweden. She was going to catch hell no matter what she did, but at least she hadn’t killed him.

It was a 42.90 times reductionl.. a little more than three times smaller than the normal Class B. She opened a calculator app on her phone. She had a few inches on him before - he was probably like five ten. 70 divide by 42.9 -my god! 1.63 inches tall! She felt a sudden urge to run back and check on him, but remembered he was safely locked in the little apartment. Bored, but safe. Unless a spider was.. no.. it’d been cleaned and sealed. Nothing like that could happen.

She glanced at her phone. Eight minutes to go. “Hurry up!” she said outloud.

Her mind wandered. He seemed like a nice guy. Way better than the kind she danced for. She’d been staying away from guys to focus on school and work.. if he didn’t have Molly he’d be the kind she’d consider. Nothing flashy, but nice and he was doing something romantic.

She needed to focus Probably more time to sort out just how to tell Dr Sommerfeld. Then he’d be able to handle this. After all, that’s why he’s the Principal Investigator.

It getting close to seven. People would be coming in soon. She’d hide him for now - take him home and call in sick. She needed time. Yeah - call in sick. It'd work - there was something going around.

__________

Feeling sorry for myself wasn’t working. I wasn’t free with her around, but at least she was friendly. What about Molly? Pacing back and forth I went from certainty to doubt and back to certainty.

Suddenly the light coming through the windows changed suddenly. There were footsteps.

“C’mon out and see!” the voice outside boomed. “door’s open now - I think it worked.”

Just beyond the door were my boxes and bags .. all my size.

“Open one and check it out” There was a bit of excitement in her voice. Probably because everything worked this time.

I opened a suitcase.. the clothes I’d packed a few hours ago. I gave her a thumbs up.

“Great.. hey - there’s a change of plan. ‘taking ya back to my place. You can stay with me ’til you leave for Sweden. It’ll be better than around here.”

She didn’t say what I was worried about. I didn't want to become a lab animal. Maybe it’d work and I’d on my way to Sweden soon.

“Whatever you think’s best”

“I’ll bring the apartment.. at least for now.” She leaned down and picked it up like a toy. “ ‘ put it in the car and be right back.”

She returned in a few minutes wearing her blue ski jacket.

“They’re cold from the truck, but they’ll warm up and be soft” she said pulling out some sail sized pieces of a black material. “silk undies, but don’t worry - they’re clean. I’ll put ‘em in my left pocket away from the harness and you can roll up in ‘em”

Two giant fingers and a thumb shoved my things together. Then everything disappeared from my view.

“Getting the hang of it!” she sounded delighted as they moved the distance to her left pocket.

“Your turn!”

I didn’t want to have those fingers close in on me like that.

“I’d prefer riding on your hand”

“figured that” she said as her right hand settled down palm side up about ten feet away.

“My shoes and pants are still gross”

“Sorry.. all I had at the time. Try lying down..”

I wasn’t going to argue. Her other hand brought in a loosely folded pantie. It was probably tiny on her, but …

“Try getting in it.”

The thick fabric was stiff, but I managed.

“I stuffed more inside already. I’ll put you on top.”

Her hand, the panties and I slid at least twenty feet into the cavern.

“ 'k in there?” she said as her hand silently disappeared.

“ready”

A zipper moved across the top cutting off most of the light

“I’ll be a bit bumpy so hang on,”

At least the silk kept the pocket walls from slamming into me and probably smoothed the ride a bit. The motion stopped for a second before a strong acceleration down and to the side. She head to be getting in the car. The zipper opened and cold air spilled in.

“Make it in one piece?”

“You could be a ride at Six Flags.”

She laughed. Somehow that cheered me up.

“I was thinking of letting you ride between the girls, but the shoulder harness and well…”

Maybe with a girlfriend, but not.. I realized what I just thought. Was she just joking or flirting? Probably not.. Jolene was seriously out of my league.

It seemed like fifteen minutes. It was noisy enough that she had trouble hearing me so both of us fell into our thoughts. But then we arrived and were in a warm house again. There was the faint odor of new paint.

“I’ll set you on the table and bring in your apartment. But first wave and yell so I can see where you are.”

“Here” I waved. She had pulled the pocket wide open and two huge fingers and a thumb made it to the other side of the pantie about ten feet away.

“Hang on tight”

Another huge hand followed about fifteen feet below as I traveled through the air hanging onto her underware.

“This is my new place. This room’ll be my sister’s office. She’s moving in next week, but you’ll be in Sweden. Too bad - you’d probably like Holly. She’s this super friendly goof ball. Sort of like a big golden retriever.” she paused. “But Sweden’s gonna be way better.”

“Did you find anything.. how much I shrank?”

“Yeah a bit.. let’s set you up first. I’ll get the apartment.”

There was a point, watching her walk away, where the huge segments of giant came together into something that looked like a woman. A giant, but most definitely a woman. Lord she was beautiful. My mind wandered to Molly. She’d fit in Jolene’s hand, but’d still be a giant to me. Molly was short and loved that I was a head taller. Now the tables were turned. Love will find a way… it has to. Maybe if I keep telling that to myself it’ll be true.

She returned carrying a look of concern and the apartment. She probably realized I might see her worry and a smile appeared. She set it on the table and went to work attaching tubes and wires.

“Check inside. I need to get out of my clothes and get a shower soon. Mind if I’m in my undies?”

I had no idea, but wasn’t going to tell her no.

“I’m fine with nudity if you are.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to say, but it got the point across. I watched her leave and then walked towards the apartment.

The door was open, but I wasn’t keen on going in this time. I had to find out what she’d learned. I sat on the door ledge and waited about five minutes.

Her hand came towards me with something metallic.

“I figure this’d make a water cup for you, but ..”

It was way too big for a cup - more of a bucket. It fell on its side and rolled when she set it on the table. It should be familiar but I couldn't quite place it...

“All I have. Try lifting it.”

I struggled, but it was too heavy..

“It’d be a lot worse with water in it, maybe we can figure out how to make it stay in place."

“Did you find out what went wrong with the machine?”

There was a long pause.. “not completely. I think an experimental script from some testing was labeled like the one for people.”

“Can you fix it?”

I wasn’t looking up at her, but could tell she must be shaking her head ‘no.’ There was a lot of bare skin on that woman.

“They’ll be able to take care of you in Sweden. It’s sort of amazing too.. you’re the only one on record.”

“shit!” was all I could get out.

“It works out to 42.9 times reduction… “

“How tall?”

“I don’t know what you were before, but about one and five eights of an inch.”

I could feel the blood draining from my head. I had to sit down.

“I’ll get you on the flight Saturday.. earlier if you want.”

“I need to call Molly.”

“Have her number? We can text her on my phone..”

Suddenly I realized what the bucket was.
__________

The more detailed 2500 pixel final render goes to donors