by chaser984 » Sun Nov 06, 2022 9:55 pm
Another entry, because why not? I promise that this is a shrunken woman story.
Chapter 2
After spending a week on a selection of increasingly small-scale doll beds before switching to the bare glass floor of her terrarium tank, Ariana felt she was on the most comfortable bed ever made. She resisted opening her eyes, content to squirm a little and groan happily.
Reality didn’t assert itself until a warm pressure applied itself to Ariana’s back, stopping her gentle stirring and pushing her belly deeper into her warm bed. She opened her eyes, looked up, and remembered everything.
Until two weeks ago, Ariana had been the tallest of her small friend group at Archer labs: six feet, four inches tall and built like a fitness model. But “testing” an incomplete weight loss compound had relentlessly shed inches and pounds, the only blessing being that as she got smaller, her shrinking slowed down. Thanks to a last-minute antidote, she found herself having regrown to two feet tall, laying on the former shortest member of her four-member clique, Sabrina.
The tiny woman gasped and pushed herself up, just strong enough to resist Sabrina’s giant hand on her back. The five-foot tall woman snored in a recliner, having fallen asleep sharing a blanket with Ariana. The pillow she’d been pawing at in her dreams was one of Sabrina’s breasts, all the larger for the fact that the otherwise slim woman was the most top-heavy of them by a far.
Ariana froze and looked to the door when a soft knock came from the other side. “Sabrina? Ari? Are you in here?” The doorknob turned and a brunette woman tiptoed in. “Jenna sent me a text this morning.”
“We’re here, Lauren,” Ari whispered.
A brunette woman wearing a sweater and pressed slacks tiptoed into the employee quiet room. “Ariana Hunter! You’re back!” Lauren gasped when she saw the little woman blushing pink on top of Sabrina’s chest.
Shh! Ariana hissed. “Let her sleep.” Ariana waved for Lauren to come closer and pick her up.
“You’re so light!” Lauren marveled.
“Come on, get us out of here so we can talk,” Ariana coached, allowing her giant 5’6” friend to settle her tiny body into the crook of her arm.
Lauren carried Ariana into the employee lounge and gently shut the door to Sabrina’s quiet room behind her. The brunette brought the naked little woman over to the window and drew the blinds open to let the warm morning sun fall on Ari.
Ariana squinted in the bright daylight, looking out from the third floor onto one of the parking lots at Archer Labs. On the other side of that floor-to-ceiling glass pane, arriving cars where shuffling into their parking spaces and employees were meandering to the doors, often pausing to say hello to their peers in the smoking areas who were enjoying their last drags before heading in.
The giant window reminded Ariana a bit too much of her terrarium, and she squirmed closer into Lauren’s chest and rested her face against her giantess.
“It’s oaky Ari. See how small they look from up here?” Lauren soothed, running a few of her fingers though Ariana’s long auburn hair. “The antidote is being mixed right now. You’ll be back to normal in an hour.”
“Maybe not all the way back to normal?” The redhead asked tilting her head to tell Lauren to keep stroking her hair. Three months ago, she’d been an Amazon in all the best ways. A lifelong athlete who ran triathlons for fun and went rock-climbing in the nearby mountains at every opportunity, Ariana was slim and muscular. And she was tall. At six feet and four inches, she had towered almost a foot over the next tallest friend in their group and over most people in general. If she had one weak point in her self-image it was that she always imagined that there was that extra bit of fat to be worked off. When she learned that Archer Labs, a massive cosmetics development laboratory, was developing a new weight loss formula, she’d made sure she had access. After a month, when the shrinking was undeniable, the annoying things about being tall had disappeared. No more staring, unsolicited photos, banal insistence that she must play basketball (a game she had no interest in,) even finding nice clothes became less obnoxious. Of course, things went downhill again when she went too far in the other direction.
“All the way,” Lauren said patiently. “Not being happy with how you are is what got you into this mess.”
“I know you’re right,” Ariana conceded.
The hour went quickly. Sabrina got up a few minutes after their conversation, still looking tired and raven hair coming unbound from her usually elaborate braiding, and the fourth member of their little group Jenna came back in, looking equally rough for her long night.
Lauren sat Ariana on the edge of an examination bed and set another beaker with a straw in it for next to her thigh. “Here goes Ari, we have a gallon of the stuff to get though, so go slow.”
With that, Ariana twisted to her left and began drawing the clear liquid into her mouth. Cup by cup, Ariana grew. The thing is, every cup of antidote yielded fewer inches of height. By the time the gallon of antidote was almost done, her not-fully restored body was beginning to resent the enormous fluid intake. Despite the encouragement of her friends, Ariana needed to hop off the examination table and stagger to the sink, where her stomach voided the last few swallows of the antidote.
“Sorry Ari, you did well though,” Lauren said. As the less-shrunken woman stood on her toes to turn on the water tap and rinse her mouth.
Ariana spat clean water from her mouth and turned back to her friends. She hadn’t registered that the countertop was chest-height to her for the first time in months, but she did see that Sabrina, a five-foot woman, was not so incredibly tall as she was a few minutes ago. “How tall am I?” she asked eagerly.
Sabrina walked over to a scale with a measuring rod fixed to it. Jenna and Lauren bent overhead excitedly while Ariana did her best not to fidget. “Just over one hundred twenty centimeters,” Sabrina pronounced.
“All that and just two more feet?” Ariana groaned.
“But Ari, this is so good!,” Jenna said brightly, her sister Lauren nodded in agreement. “You just doubled your height. And by the end of the day, we’ll have another gallon made.”
Ariana’s somewhat pale, freckled face blanched at the thought of another session of drinking a gallon of fluids. “Um, can we go and get me real food instead? I haven’t had solid food in a week.”
The taller women looked awkwardly between themselves and their shrunken friend. “Sure, Ari,” Sabrina said. “Um, maybe the staff daycare has some clothes in the lost-and-found?”
[i]Another entry, because why not? I promise that this is a shrunken woman story.[/i]
Chapter 2
After spending a week on a selection of increasingly small-scale doll beds before switching to the bare glass floor of her terrarium tank, Ariana felt she was on the most comfortable bed ever made. She resisted opening her eyes, content to squirm a little and groan happily.
Reality didn’t assert itself until a warm pressure applied itself to Ariana’s back, stopping her gentle stirring and pushing her belly deeper into her warm bed. She opened her eyes, looked up, and remembered everything.
Until two weeks ago, Ariana had been the tallest of her small friend group at Archer labs: six feet, four inches tall and built like a fitness model. But “testing” an incomplete weight loss compound had relentlessly shed inches and pounds, the only blessing being that as she got smaller, her shrinking slowed down. Thanks to a last-minute antidote, she found herself having regrown to two feet tall, laying on the former shortest member of her four-member clique, Sabrina.
The tiny woman gasped and pushed herself up, just strong enough to resist Sabrina’s giant hand on her back. The five-foot tall woman snored in a recliner, having fallen asleep sharing a blanket with Ariana. The pillow she’d been pawing at in her dreams was one of Sabrina’s breasts, all the larger for the fact that the otherwise slim woman was the most top-heavy of them by a far.
Ariana froze and looked to the door when a soft knock came from the other side. “Sabrina? Ari? Are you in here?” The doorknob turned and a brunette woman tiptoed in. “Jenna sent me a text this morning.”
“We’re here, Lauren,” Ari whispered.
A brunette woman wearing a sweater and pressed slacks tiptoed into the employee quiet room. “Ariana Hunter! You’re back!” Lauren gasped when she saw the little woman blushing pink on top of Sabrina’s chest.
Shh! Ariana hissed. “Let her sleep.” Ariana waved for Lauren to come closer and pick her up.
“You’re so light!” Lauren marveled.
“Come on, get us out of here so we can talk,” Ariana coached, allowing her giant 5’6” friend to settle her tiny body into the crook of her arm.
Lauren carried Ariana into the employee lounge and gently shut the door to Sabrina’s quiet room behind her. The brunette brought the naked little woman over to the window and drew the blinds open to let the warm morning sun fall on Ari.
Ariana squinted in the bright daylight, looking out from the third floor onto one of the parking lots at Archer Labs. On the other side of that floor-to-ceiling glass pane, arriving cars where shuffling into their parking spaces and employees were meandering to the doors, often pausing to say hello to their peers in the smoking areas who were enjoying their last drags before heading in.
The giant window reminded Ariana a bit too much of her terrarium, and she squirmed closer into Lauren’s chest and rested her face against her giantess.
“It’s oaky Ari. See how small they look from up here?” Lauren soothed, running a few of her fingers though Ariana’s long auburn hair. “The antidote is being mixed right now. You’ll be back to normal in an hour.”
“Maybe not all the way back to normal?” The redhead asked tilting her head to tell Lauren to keep stroking her hair. Three months ago, she’d been an Amazon in all the best ways. A lifelong athlete who ran triathlons for fun and went rock-climbing in the nearby mountains at every opportunity, Ariana was slim and muscular. And she was tall. At six feet and four inches, she had towered almost a foot over the next tallest friend in their group and over most people in general. If she had one weak point in her self-image it was that she always imagined that there was that extra bit of fat to be worked off. When she learned that Archer Labs, a massive cosmetics development laboratory, was developing a new weight loss formula, she’d made sure she had access. After a month, when the shrinking was undeniable, the annoying things about being tall had disappeared. No more staring, unsolicited photos, banal insistence that she must play basketball (a game she had no interest in,) even finding nice clothes became less obnoxious. Of course, things went downhill again when she went too far in the other direction.
“All the way,” Lauren said patiently. “Not being happy with how you are is what got you into this mess.”
“I know you’re right,” Ariana conceded.
The hour went quickly. Sabrina got up a few minutes after their conversation, still looking tired and raven hair coming unbound from her usually elaborate braiding, and the fourth member of their little group Jenna came back in, looking equally rough for her long night.
Lauren sat Ariana on the edge of an examination bed and set another beaker with a straw in it for next to her thigh. “Here goes Ari, we have a gallon of the stuff to get though, so go slow.”
With that, Ariana twisted to her left and began drawing the clear liquid into her mouth. Cup by cup, Ariana grew. The thing is, every cup of antidote yielded fewer inches of height. By the time the gallon of antidote was almost done, her not-fully restored body was beginning to resent the enormous fluid intake. Despite the encouragement of her friends, Ariana needed to hop off the examination table and stagger to the sink, where her stomach voided the last few swallows of the antidote.
“Sorry Ari, you did well though,” Lauren said. As the less-shrunken woman stood on her toes to turn on the water tap and rinse her mouth.
Ariana spat clean water from her mouth and turned back to her friends. She hadn’t registered that the countertop was chest-height to her for the first time in months, but she did see that Sabrina, a five-foot woman, was not so incredibly tall as she was a few minutes ago. “How tall am I?” she asked eagerly.
Sabrina walked over to a scale with a measuring rod fixed to it. Jenna and Lauren bent overhead excitedly while Ariana did her best not to fidget. “Just over one hundred twenty centimeters,” Sabrina pronounced.
“All that and just two more feet?” Ariana groaned.
“But Ari, this is so good!,” Jenna said brightly, her sister Lauren nodded in agreement. “You just doubled your height. And by the end of the day, we’ll have another gallon made.”
Ariana’s somewhat pale, freckled face blanched at the thought of another session of drinking a gallon of fluids. “Um, can we go and get me real food instead? I haven’t had solid food in a week.”
The taller women looked awkwardly between themselves and their shrunken friend. “Sure, Ari,” Sabrina said. “Um, maybe the staff daycare has some clothes in the lost-and-found?”