anon got the vaxx to keep his job
heard crazy people online talking about a shrinking side effect
thinks they're all retarded conspiracy theorists
after a week of being violently ill he shrinks to half a centimeter tall
gets taken to the Fsizer lab to find a cure
arrives in box with a bunch of other shrunken subjects
most people are around his size
though some are over 10 cm tall, giants compared to him
nobody knows what to expect as the Martin scientist girl sorts people out by size
anon puts on a tiny hospital smock as he wanders the terrarium
the mood is oppressive
these people look like they've lived through a war
there's a slightly less disturbed looking man leaning up against the glass
anon wanders over to him and makes introductions
he looks anon up and down but doesn't say much
anon asks about all the people, the news said there were only a few cases reported
the man laughs, "she goes through dozens a day, bro"
anon looks at the martin girl wandering around the lab
shes humming to herself while looking at a clipboard
there's easily a hundred people in the terrarium he's in
a few dozen in some of the 1-10cm category next door
and on the far table in front of the martin are four people over 10cm tall
"too bad we couldn't have been a bit bigger" anon says jokingly
the guy doesn't respond at all
a few more people come to join anon and the guy he was talking too
they watch the martin work but with more dread than curiosity
the martin sets down her clipboard and reaches for a syringe
"shes using the wrong size again" one man says
"fucking awful way to go" says the man anon was talking to
the first guy gets picked up and without much ceremony is injected right in the gut
he immediately starts screaming
"oh shoot" says the martin looking at the syringe
she opens a drawer and slides the man into it
his screaming is muffled once it is closed
she grabs a much smaller syringe
the two women and man that are left are shaking with fear and crying
she proceeds with her injections
they look pained but not crippled like the first man
the martin puts them in cages mounted on the wall before turning back to her clipboard
the screaming has stopped and she casually opens the drawer
putting on a blue latex glove she pulls the corpse out
she pops open a medical waste trash can and unceremoniously drops him into it
anon is shocked to his core
"you don't want to be big enough for an injection" says the guy
he puts a hand on anon's shoulder
"if you want to survive don't become an experiment"
"wait for the cure?" anon asked hopefully
"there is no cure, only survival"
luckily there wasn't much excitment left in the day
the martin left out some food before leaving, pellets made for mice by the looks of it
anon couldn't stomach it but hunger gave everyone else the motivation
some people soaked the pelets in the water dish to soften them up first
no one seemed to sleep at all that night
the martin arrived again early in the morning
she set up some lab equipment including a sealed chamber
walking over to anons terrarium with her clibboard she was mumbling to herself
"series 178b, gaseous exposure 12 subjects"
she set the clipboard down and pulled out another latex glove
people began to run chaotically
some gathered in corners hoping to be at the bottom of the pile and less likely to get picked
others sat still; their spirits broken
they were each picked up and rolled into her palm before being placed in the chamber as a group
anon was standing too still watching the insanity of it all
she reached for him next and he tried to run
the blue claw tip punched him in the belly shocking him
he was rolled onto a finger, and then her palm
as he recovered more people were collected
a sudden vertigo feeling let him know they were being lifted out of the tank
all anon could think was "don't become an experiment" over and over
he relized he was clinging to the latex palm
directly bellow him was the open cuff of her labcoat
her movement paused briefly and anon let go
he fell down but missed going under the cuff and had to try and cling to the labcoat
it was unexpectedly hard to grab onto, but about halfway down her forearm he managed
the martin dumped the remaining people into the test chamber
she closed the terrarium and removed her glove before counting the people out with a claw
missing one, she stepped back to look at the floor to she if she dropped one
it was safer to move the subjects one at a time, but she had so many trials today
no red dots meant nobody fell at least, must have miscounted
she sratched the back of her neck, crossing out 12 on the clipboard and writing in 11
anon was dangling from her arm as it scratched her neck
he looked down and saw that the lap coat was open
directly below was a forest of orange fur toping her chest and poking out of a tank top
anon let go and prayed for a soft landing
the fur compressed only slightly for him but he held fast and wasn't injured
anon held still as she carried out her experiment
the eleven people were put in the sealed chamber
a gas injector was put on the intake port
she pressed a button and nothing immediate happened
slowly the people inside coughed but they seemed to recover quickly
they were transfered out of the sealed chamber and put on a shelf
she marked their container with an experiment number
anon paid little attention to what was going on
he had avoided the test chamber but was now stuck on her body
he couldn't get back to the terrarium and certainly couldn't trust her to help
anon dug in just enough to avoid being seen and tried not to feel like a tick while doing so
from his vantage point he watched the rest of her experiments
she did check ups on the other experiments, using tweezers to inspect people
from the pained expressions on peoples faces she did not seem to be gentle in doing so
the people she injected yesterday were all dead
the were disposed of in the medical waste bin as well
as the day wore on anon grew hungry
during her lunch she ate a packed salad from home
anon watched as tons of chicken, lettuce, and dressing was forked into her mouth
a crumb, barely a speck of crouton fell from her lip near anon
a crust of toast covered in cesar dressing the size of his head
he felt like his teeth might break on it, but hunger helped him power through
after lunch she checked on the experiment anon had narrowly avoided being part of
two dead, the rest looking very rough for wear
she worked late into the evening
at some point she unpacked a fresh box of new victims
that guy had been right, dozens dead by the end of the day
she never faltered or stopped
it was strange to see someone work so hard at something so horrible in its results
still clinging to her fur anon had no idea what to expect as she got on a bus and headed home
her meager apartment had next to nothing in it, not even a tv
she went to her spartan fridge and ate half of a sandwich leftover from some fast food place
anon hadn't lived like this since college
in the real world she was nothing, in the lab a cruel god, and she seemed not to care either way
finishing up her sandwich the martin lifted her arm and sniffed herself
anon was driven down into her fluff by her contortions
she brought her tail around and sniffed it too
before anon could realize what was happening she was shimmying out of her pants
she threw them into a pile at the foot of her bed as she walked bottomless to her bathroom
she pulled her tank top up and over her head
the fabric dragged anon out of his hiding place and onto her shoulder
the shorter fur here was much harder to grab
especially as she was moving around to turn on the shower
back of the neck anon thought
no one washes the back of their neck
he climbed to the base of her more hair like fur on the back of her neck
anon dug into the roots of her fur
the martin washed her fur quickly and efficiently
while scrubbing her head she felt something weird on her neck
she stood out of the spray and scratched at it
her claw caught the edge of anons hospital smock
his grip failed as she pulled him from her fur
the smock came off of him with her claw and anon fell
the martin brought her finger around to inspect it
the water had already washed the miniature garment down the drain
finding nothing and feeling the agitation gone she went back to washing
anon fell for a long ways before slamming into something wet
her tail had saved him from the drain
his size had allowed him to survive the fall
anon clung for dear life
the majority of her tail was outside of the stream of the shower
she finished up soon and stepped out to towel dry
anon climbed to the base of her tail just in time to avoid the blow dryer
the martin turned off the lights
she flopped on to her single mattress which laid on the floor
the light from the city still came in through her apartment window
anon finally let himself fall from her body
he lied exhausted in the dark valley made by her tail and thigh for a while
she was still too anxious from work to go to sleep
reaching off to the side of her mattress she fetched her vibrator
a simple mechanical device to relieve biological stress
anon stood up not willing to risk being caught off guard if she moved
her fingers were exploring her crevice high above
a musk began to fill his valley and he could only watch as his captor pleased herself
in the distance he heard a rumble
like a zeppelin the massive vibrator revealed itself
his host worked the object into her sex and anon noticed her tail start to stir
soft as it was he still didn't want to get barreled over by it
getting nearer her thigh seemed just as dangerous
the tail made his decision for him as it swept over his position
clinging to the bed he avoided getting brushed aside
she was close to orgasm now, which always required more specific attention
pulling out the vibrator she worked herself with just her fingers vigorously
the monstrous device crashed on the bed near anon
tossing him in the air he could hardly hear anything over it
the scent it brought along was overwhelming
as she finished her tail brushed the bed
she reached for the device to turn it off
as it rolled over anons position he became stuck to it
he felt like his brains were going to rattle out until she turned it off
anons momentary relief vanished as he was lifted away
stuck to the vibrator by her juices he had no choice
he could only watch as she moved the device up past her body
she dropped it at the top of her bed where her mattress met the wall
anon barely avoided being crushed against the wall or smothered by the bed
at this point his ability to avoid death felt more like a punishment than a blessing
the martin quickly fell asleep after satisfying herself
anon passed out as much as he fell asleep
they were both awoken by her phone alarm
anon was so sore he felt like he fought twelve rounds and lost badly
the martin got up and quickly left for work before he had managed to climb down the vibrator
anon realized his situation was hopeless
he had just been clinging to life in a panic since trying to avoid the experiment
if he didn't get her attention when she came home he was just waiting for a spider to find him
mouse pellets in a terrarium was actually preferable to this
to that end he climbed to the center of her pillow
it took much longer than he expected
sore as he was he fell asleep again almost immediately
anon woke up in the evening to the sound of keys opening the door in the living room
he got up and stretched so that he could hopefully wave her down
she didn't come to her bedroom right away and he waited a couple hours
she was eating and on her computer from what he could tell
when she finally entered the room anon expected her to go to the shower
instead she went right for bed
she looked down at her pillow and focused right on the tiny human in it's center
she blinked before sitting back up and leaving the room
anon feared for the worst after she said nothing
he wondered if it was a good idea to be in the same spot when she returned after all
but the soreness of his muscles protested the idea of running
fuck it he thought
she soon returned however with a small plastic food container
well small enough for her palm
she leaned the lip down a few paces in front of him and told him to get in
he did and she carried him back to the kitchen
she set his container next to a legal pad
as she took a seat she stared down at him
she explained how she wouldn't be able to hear him
in the lab she used a simple communication system for micros
raise one hand for yes and two for no
she interrogated anon this way for a while
she assumed he had come from the lab
though her questions were mostly in regards to how he was feeling
it was more like a strange visit to the doctor
and if she had any curiosity about what anon had seen of her in her home she didn't voice it
eventually she told him she was going to inspect him closer
before he could brace himself the pads of her paw grasped him and raised him to her face
her huge orange eyes inspected him without emotion
she brought him to her nose
a hurricane of air whipped past anon as she gave him a slight sniff
she recognized her own sent and it did pique her curiosity
but it was late and she didn't feel like figuring things out with yes and no questions
she put anon back in the food container and sealed the lid
based on previous experiments someone his size would have days worth of air inside it
she went to bed and anon sat against the wall of the container until he was able to sleep again
he woke up in the middle of the night and paced to alleviate soreness
in a few hours she was awake again
he expected her to take him to the lab with her
when she took her time getting breakfast anon remembered it was the weekend
then again she seemed like the type to work weekends
she popped the lid off of his container and dropped crumbs of something into it for him to eat
some kind of muffin anon guessed from the taste
she was writing on her legal pad for a while
eventually she gathered her phone and set it on the table
she put on a mobile earpiece and dumped anon next to the phone
she told him she was using an app on her phone
if he spoke near the microphone her earpiece would allow her to hear him
she spoke to him in between sips of coffee
"I think we should be training the micros to do something useful but my colleagues..."
she paused thinking of the words
"said it was degrading and dehumanizing"
"what about the cure?" anon asked
"we don't know what caused the shrinking or how to fix it"
"I've been told explicitly that most of our experiments are just about getting rid of evidence"
"actually the company is more curious about replicating the shrinking effect than fixing it"
"you should see the difference in funding that team gets"
anon wasn't sure if she actually expected him to care about the 'injustice' of her funding or not
despite everything he'd seen anon was still shocked
"you're okay with that?" he asked
"the world has too many people in it anyways" she said with a sip of coffee
"yeah I'm one of them" anon said angrily
"not anymore" she said with a shrug
"anyway I'm going to continue my personal research with you"
"if we make progress I can sneak some more out of the lab"
"no one really cares about the under 1cm subjects"
"what the hell do you expect me to do at this size?" anon asked
"whatever I tell you to"
"but we'll see if micros like you can do anything useful first"
"we'll start with stuff that doesn't require tools and work up from there"
"teeth cleanings, ingrown hairs, pimples, claw care, that sort of thing"
"you intend to use me for hygiene?" anon asked
"its just a first thought"
"but you guys are basically free to feed and can follow instructions like anyone else"
"a personalized hygiene team might be a useful product"
"we're also still not sure if you guys can breed or not"
"and like I said no one really wants to answer these questions at work"
anon was horrified, he couldn't comprehend wanting to force this condition on babies
"who knows?" she continued
"if proper tools get developed all sorts of repair or manufacturing jobs could be developed for micros"
"you're basically talking about creating a slave caste" anon said
"my bosses want me to kill you and disguise it as science"
"you can always go back in the experiment pool if you prefer"
anon said nothing
"ok well that's about all the two way communication I can stand with you guys"
"just follow orders for the time being"
it would actually be the last time they spoke
she preferred the one way yes/no system over listening to the micros
over the next week she brought more micros
anons explanations were of little comfort to them
it wasn't long before she gave them their first teeth cleaning attempt
the humid heavy air of her mouth almost made anon retch
but then she adjusted her tongue and a man near the back fell down her throat
she swallowed reflexively and made a note when only five of the six people emerged from her mouth
anon lost the last bit of hope he had when she showed no concern about the person she was digesting
she suggested using dental floss as safety lines next time
the micros raised one hand in agreement

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