be anon out of high school
get accepted to cool space work program
requires being shrunk to 3 inches to go to space
after the shrinking it's found out you weren't really accepted
you had the same name as someone who was
paperwork fuck up leaves you tiny with no seat in the program
can't be unshrunk for two years for health reasons
the company is giving you a stipend to cover their ass legally
shitty family won't take care of you
somehow your HS got involved in finding you a caregiver
it's this chick you were pretty sure was a burnout
you were supposed to manage stuff from your phone
but she took the phone and runs everything as you
she gets an apartment and lives off your stipend
she has no social life and is a NEET
teasing you becomes her only hobby
sometimes when shes drunk she shoves you into a sock and puts a knot in it
she shoves the knot in a closed drawer so she can find you in the morning
company gave you some clothes and tiny sized stuff for daily use once a month
she loses most of the stuff and leaves you naked all the time
the only bathing you get is when she absentmindedly takes you into the bathroom with her
sometimes you're in the bath with her or dodging hail sized shower water or just quickly rinsed off in the sink
she's so familiar with you she starts to have weird ideas about your "relationship"
she starts masturbating you with a finger or putting you in her mouth
she begins shoving you in her panties so you "learn to fall in love with her"
luckily her delusion doesn't extend to trying and keep you away from the company
your two years are finally up
go to company
there's lots of running around and nervous talk from the staff
finally someone comes out to tell you
your stored "mass" was purged from the system due to more paperwork fuck ups
you are stuck like this until they figure out a way to improve the technology
your "girlfriend" is just happy they are going to increase the stipend

Knot Story

anon remembers the first time she got the bright idea to stick him in a sock
he slept okay, aside from the stuffiness it was like a hammock
but he got up far earlier than she did
he had to wait hours for her to start moving around
and naturally she had forgotten about her bright idea from the night before
her room(s) were a mess
clothes always littered the floor and surfaces of furniture
so a sock on a dresser was beneath her notice
she took an hour or two to sober up with coffee and breakfast
by noon she started to realize anon was missing
she checked all the usual spots he went to in the apartment when "lost"
when anon didn't show up she started to panic
she went around the rooms of the apartment demanding that he walk out to a particular spot
after an hour of this there was some genuine anxiety on her part
she started pulling pillows out of the couch
flipping over sheets
anon had gotten stuck under stuff before
she was picking up every article of clothing on the floor heavy enough to weigh him down
tossing them into a corner one by one as she wandered through the apartment
she checked her boots because she had slipped him into them once for safe keeping
and nearly squashed him when she tried to put on the boot the next day
she checked all the cupboards in the kitchen
there were a few times she had left him in there when getting a snack
she vaguely remembered something about clothes as she was searching
maybe she shoved him in the dresser?
going back to the bedroom she spots the sock knotted on the handle
she quickly undoes the sock and dumps anon out into her hand
pouting she chastises him for how worried he made her
anon can't believe she's pretending he had anything to do with being "lost"
but it's the same act she pulls every time this happens
it was so late in the afternoon and the sun was starting to set
anon hopped she would let him walk around for a bit
but she always felt guilty after losing him, even if she didn't admit fault
as a result she kept him close by afterwards
this time she tucked him in the side of her bra, almost under her armpit
she spent an hour or two relaxing from the "work" of finding anon
then she went to go get take out
his first meal of the day was some Chinese food he got to eat off her plate
she had also picked up some more beer while she was out...

The story continues

about three months after anon has been told he can't go back to normal size
caregiver hadn't taken things that seriously over the "temporary" situation
she watched him spend two years putting up with her bad habits
now anon seemed genuinely depressed
caregiver had actually been keeping track of him lately
mostly by sticking him in between her boobs or in the side of her bra
anon usually fell asleep being pressed in like that
she spent the day watching her shows or playing vidya
and then when she went to bed anon could finally get up and pace around
that is if she didn't fall asleep in a position that pinned him in all night
some days she would wear a tshirt and he could be more relaxed in a front pocket
she still played with him and would idly massage him with her fingers
in an odd way it was getting more frustrating for anon
being constantly under her, pinned by her, and held by her was new
the long periods of being ignored by her at least gave him time to himself
then he would have some mission in getting her attention
or have to run around the obstacle course of garbage she left everywhere
it was exercise at least and had been something to do while he waited to get back to normal
but now anon had nothing to look forward to and she was still set in her NEET routine
one day she got a call from the company on his phone
they asked for them to come in as soon as possible
they may have found a way to get his size back

anon and caregiver are in an office with a middle aged lady scientist
shes been explaining shrinking technology with way too much detail for an hour or more
"so the whole process will have to go in cycles two months at a time"
anon's head was spinning
caregiver had zoned out halfway through
taking it all in anon asked "so you're saying I have to get even smaller than I am now?"
"Just for a month, you'll get twice as much mass back at the end of the month"
"you were originally shrunk to 1/24 your size and exposure to that kind of energy required a two year wait period before it is safe to reverse"
"it wasn't usually an issue because most people going that small are on three or four year missions"
"one month is the minimum between safe exposures and at that rate the most you can be shrunk is about 1/5 your size"
"I was brought in specifically for your case, my lab has done this procedure in animal experiments hundreds of times"
"we haven't done a human test subject for ethical reasons, but we proved the theory of action just for situations like yours"
anon said "so I'll be like half an inch tall for the next month?"
"around there, 15.9mm to be precise"
he looked back to see his caregiver holding up her fingers about a half inch apart and looking back at him
"you sure about that?" she asked
anon turned back at the scientist
she said "at the current level of the technology there are no other options available in the foreseeable future"
"okay then" anon said
a short while later he was even smaller
his caregiver leaned down to talk to him
her iris was bigger than he was but she couldn't hear a word he said no matter how loud he yelled
"sorry that we don't have clothes or other items for anon, this is a non-standard size obviously" the scientist said
"eh it won't be a problem"
"do you need anything to help transport him?"
she stood back up and loomed over anon
"do you have a bandaid?"

that's how she took him home
strapped to the top of her tit with a bandaid
he had his arms over the edge of it like a blanket
which was good because he had to grip the edge with every tit quake
when they were back in the apartment she slowly peeled the bandaid off and slid him into her palm
"I know I don't normally listen to you, but now I can't even hear you"
"and if you get lost, I'm never finding you in this place like you are"
"so you have to stay on top of me at all times and I'll do my best to put you back when I need to"
showing more forethought than he had thought she was capable of she added
"if you do get lost just try and get to my nipple"
she blinked and thought for a second
"actually I don't even know if I could feel that"
"lets see"
she took anon to the couch in the living room
he was set down on the coffee table next to an unwashed plate whose edge was higher than his head
she unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on the floor before lying down on the couch
with a bit too much speed she plucked anon back up and set him right next to her nipple
"see what you can do"

anon stared at the mound
unerect on the massive hill of a tit, it was half as tall as he was
it's not like he wasn't familiar with every inch of her at this point
but the inches had all gotten so much bigger
he sort of knelled against the nipple and pushed and groped at it with all his strength
quicker than he expected it started to stiffen up and rise
it started rising up under his feet too and the flow of blood made everything he was touching warm
"I want to see if you can hang on" she said
before anon could turn around and address her she was sitting up
he was flung over and grabbed at the nipple barely able to cling on
his grip wasn't good but he was so light weight now it didn't matter
looking up she was smiling down at him
grinning wide actually
anon suddenly had a dreadful anticipation of what she was planning
she started bouncing up and down on her heels to shake him loose
it only took two or three bucks before anon was falling
"five minutes home and she's already killed me" he thought
but to his surprise he landed on something soft
she had been holding her hand underneath him
"the doctor lady said you're too little for falls to kill you, but lets not try that out too much"

the month dragged on for anon
he discovered that if he climbed her hair and got right in her ear, she could hear him
and this was how she discovered that she had forgot to feed him for two days
he learned to drink sweat greedily since he could not trust his caregiver with remembering he existed now
she played with his new size some
she enjoyed discovering that if he stood between her big and second toe she couldn't even see anon
he had always had trouble gripping her feet in the past but now at his smaller size he could cling to just about anything
so if he was on the floor or a table she just as often put her foot next to him and told him to grab on
but anon didn't stray far, at half an inch tall carpet was basically impossible to walk on
she made an effort to find him before moving from wherever she was
but she spent so much time lounging around that she just as often threw him off from shifting her position without thinking
after one particularly long night of trying to find him before bed
where he was actually just stuck in her hair
she finally decided to take keeping track of him more seriously
she bought a locket to wear around her neck, but anon said it was like being stuck in a coffin
anon would have been fine with sitting in a jar on a kitchen counter for the rest of the month at this point
but she was determined to keep him close by at all times
eventually she went back to square one
big ole bandaids
the ones large enough to wear like pasties over her nipples
she kept to a real simple system of giving her a squeeze when he needed something
and they even came up with some quick hand signals for "thristy" "hungry" and "bathroom"
it was rough but the last days of the month went by uneventfully

there wasn't much ceremony or explanation as his caregiver let the scientist know how eager he was to get bigger
he was soon standing back in front of them on the desk, somewhat confused
"didn't you say I was going to get 100% more mass back?"
"yes, you did" said the scientist
"in another month you'll be ready for the next cycle"
anon shook his head "I'm not much bigger than I was before"
he raised his hands in exasperation "I thought I would get to six inches at least"
the scientist shook her head "oh I'm sorry, that's not how it works"
"the process cares about mass, not height"
"you went down to 21.5% of you're old height
"the mass you gave up doubled"
"and that returned you to 126% of your 2.9 inches"
anon was shocked "so I'm not even back up to four inches!!!"
"no you're about 3.7-ish right now"
"how long will it take me to get back to normal?"
she pulled up a spreadsheet
"13 more cycles, 26 months, but we might be able to play with dates on the last two cycles and shave off some days"
"and for half of those months I'm going to be really tiny?"
"oh not that tiny you'll only be smaller than an inch for the next two cycles"
"in 14 months you'll be taller at the small size than when you started"
"oh in a year you'll be almost a foot tall again for the recovery step"
anon felt like he was going to pass out
sure it was going to take more time
but somehow yoyo-ing in size sounded a lot worse than the two years he had already spent waiting
"of course we should expect some delays"
"what do you mean?"
"well even the animal tests only did one or two cycles"
"we're not even really sure what's going to happen with more than a dozen cycles"
"but I have some lab animals I've been running in parallel to you two cycles ahead"
"so we should get an early warning from them if something happens"
anon was so stunned that he didn't even notice his caregiver saying goodbye and tucking him into her bra to leave

end for now