By the early 2200s, overpopulation and resource scarcity demanded a drastic solution. The answer was MiniVerse—a forced miniaturization process that left people permanently shrunken and officially labeled subhuman.
Jessica, a young 24-year-old woman and vocal critic of MiniVerse, became a target. Her defiance made her dangerous, so the authorities moved swiftly—shrinking her and silencing her allies in one calculated move.
Jessica is wheeled unconscious into the sterile white chamber where MiniVersing takes place, her body limp on a stretcher. She's still dressed in a Sailor Jupiter cosplay—bright and incongruous against the cold room. Two nurses reposition her with practiced efficiency, adjusting her arms between the rails and spreading her legs for access. One flips her skirt aside with a flick of the wrist. Then, without ceremony, they uncap two metal canisters and pour a shimmering silver liquid over her face and lower body.
The nanites begin their work immediately—quietly rewiring her mind and body to survive as something far smaller.
Once the chamber is sealed and Jessica is alone, the machinery roars to life. A deep vibration shakes the building—then silence.
A blue pulses floods the room. Jessica begins to shrink—slowly at first, then accelerating with each passing second.Monitors track her descent as she dwindles from five foot six inches to just six inches tall.
She has officially been MiniVersed.
Jessica stirs to the sound of a news report rewriting her story. She blinks. Jessica jolts awake, sprawled across a giant hand. Her skirt’s flipped up, high-cut leotard snug across her rear.The hand rises. She gasps and turns—
A familiar voice reaches her. “Finally awake, my dear.” Vivian towers above. Her former professor and her ex-girlfriend.
“Vivian, look what they’ve done to me!” Jessica cries. “Wait—how did you even get me?”
Vivian smiles gently. “I know. The only way to protect you was to claim you—as my personal doll.” She brings Jessica close. “So for now... make yourself at home.”
Slowly, she lowers her into the soft valley of her cleavage.
“Your doll?!” Jessica squeaks. She tries to protest—but then gasps. “Whoa—your breasts!”
They rise around her, closing in. Swallowing her whole. Jessica’s voice is muffled as Vivian’s chest closes around her—warm, soft, overwhelming.
“Mmm,” Vivian sighs, smiling to herself. “You feel perfect in there.” She gives the slightest bounce as she walks, each step sending Jessica deeper between the swaying weight of her breasts.
Jessica doesn’t speak. She just breathes—quiet, still—held in place, and going nowhere.
Tags: shrinking woman, shrunken woman, doll-size, handheld, cleavage carry, cosplay
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Story by TieAvenger |
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Artwork by WantedWaifus-JM |
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