As Zara's hand closed around you, you couldn't help but shudder in fear. Her singular hand was like a monster descending from the sky, her fingers clenching around you like skyscrapers of crushing flesh. You were so infinitesimally small that it was continuing to break you brain even as the titanic black-haired scientist grasped you, smiled and strolled from her office. The fact that she had, in mere minutes, completely broken your existence by shrinking you down to 1/8th of an inch was threatening to just completely shut you down on a mental level, as did the fact that she'd done it all with a happy, blissful smile on her face, totally unphased by your misery.
As Zara left her off-site CTC lab and got into her car, she placed you back into the breast pocket of her coat that she'd carried you in earlier. You barely took up any space in the pocket at all, another sobering realization of just how micro-sized you now were. A tiny like you would now tower above you like a giantess, and the already massive giantesses in your life would now be astronomically huge goddesses. And as much as a part of you wanted to believe that Zara had been lying about your new size being permanent, the rest of you didn't doubt her words. Maybe, just maybe, your friends at the FTTF and Small Wonders could reverse this...but it was just as likely they never could.
You passed the drive in silence, gently sobbing as you wrestled with your new height and the unfair circumstances that had led you to this moment. Eventually, though, your sadness gave way to a stubborn determination. It could not be understated just how small you now were, and how much more difficult your life was about to become. But, your were Matthew Goddamn Jacobs, the world's most cursed and unlucky tiny who had still carved out a life and legacy despite everything stacked against you. You refused to let Zara Reed, and by extension Penelope Graham and the CTC, defeat you. Even if it was the hardest thing you'd ever do...you'd get your life back on track after this. You swore it.
A swaying motion signaled that Zara had parked and was back in motion, and you soon heard the telltale sound of laughter, a plethora of voices, and the sound of running water. Though confused at the revelation, it was now clear that Zara had taken you to The Oasis. Why she wanted you in the middle of the sprawling waterpark, you didn't know. But, thankfully, there was now an avenue for you to get yourself to safety. You knew plenty of people at The Oasis who would gladly help you out, if you could just get to them. Zara had made a mistake in bringing you here.
Of course, the Perma 0-B-D-N-C coursing through your veins might be an issue, as you knew it would prevent you from speaking out about exactly how you'd shrunk and who was responsible. You'd been infected by 0-B-D-N-C once before by your old tiny-sitter, a twisted sadist named Rika, and had spent a week dutifully following her commands and serving her, however disgusting her orders. It had been hell, because inside your mind you were still conscious and screaming, but outwardly you just couldn't get yourself to stop following her commands. As such, you knew that you were in a bit of a pickle.
But someone would help you. Surely.
You were withdrawn from Zara's pocket and placed onto the cold surface of a locker, pressed and squished by her thumb so that you couldn't escape while she changed into a swimsuit. Zara then retrieved you, and you got a brief flash of her simple-yet-functional sleek black one-piece suit before she clenched you tight in her fist and left the locker room to stroll out into the park itself. From inside her grip you heard the increasingly loud sounds of laughter and water, realizing that Zara was carrying you deep into the park.
Finally, the woman's hand unfurled, and you found her (still terrifyingly large, you hadn't gotten used to that yet) face loom over you as she smiled. "Well, little one, here we are! I hope you give me some fantastic data, but honestly, whether you run your little heart ragged, or get squished over and over, it all helps my research!" She giggled. "Have fun, sweetie!"
Then, with a flick of her wrist, Zara tossed you away from herself, and you screamed as you flew through the air...
1) ...and landed right between the mind-bogglingly massive, soft pale breasts of bikini-clad Ashley, taking a break from her café to enjoy some fun slides at The Oasis!
2) ...and landed on the currently empty lifeguard chair of the nearby lifeguard tower. However, as the chair begins to quake, you realize a lifeguard is rapidly approaching to claim their seat...but who?
3) ...and landed on the soft fabric of a towel, allowing you to quickly reform and turn around...only to see a nude sunscreen-lathered woman about to lie down to tan!
4) ...and landed on the hard ground, groaning as you reform. Thankfully, you're now in the clear to run to help...presuming you don't get squashed underfoot by the huge throngs of people milling about!
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