The TV is currently showing the logo of a local broadcasting station. Theme music is playing in the background. The logo fades to reveal a female newscaster, who gathers her notes and smiles to the camera as she prepares to speak.

BREAKING NEWS: A new phenomenon has just taken place. Reports are coming in from all over the world claiming that people have shrunk in size. Videos circulating online show people growing shorter in seconds, losing almost all of their height due to what is now dubbed the World Shrinking Event, or WSE for short. We have no credible information on what may have caused this incident, but theories spreding online cite, among a long list of possibilities, government action against overpopulation, alien space lasers, solar flares and dark magic rituals.

As you can see, our own Jerry has experienced firsthand the effects of the WSE. (Isn't he cute?) Please, Jerry, tell me how you feel and what life's been like for the past few hours. She grabs a spare lapel mic from nearby and holds it infront of Jerry.

"I can't explain to you how weird this feels, Gina. It happened so suddenly: One second I'm standing upright, then boom! I'm flat on the floor, looking up at everyone. This is such a new perspective and a wonderful experience. You notice more of the the little details hiding in plain sight all around us. It feels as if I'm in another world."

Thank you, Jerry. Well, that's all we have time for today. We'll be back with more information on this developing situation.

"Five, four, three, two, one, aaand cut! OK, we're done; let's pack everything up quickly so we can go home." At the cameraman's announcement, Gina lets out a long sigh, relieved that the workday is over. She looks down at me, and I can almost see the love in her gigantic eyes. She places a fingertip on my head and moves it acros my head, forth and back, ruffling my hair. She strokes me as a young girl might stroke a kitten. "Things are definitely going to be different when we get home.", she breathes. "Well, the faster we get out of here, the sooner tge weekend begins!" She places her thumb and finger on either dide of my midsection and gently lifts me up. It feels like an elevator ride. She deposits me into the breast pocket of her formal jacket, and I lean back against her chest. The flesh bends under my few grams of body weight, like a soft mattress. Her heartbeat thumps faintly behind me. This shrinking thing is such an amazing experience. Gina and I have known each other for years, and yet I am closer to her now than ever before.

Ugh. Queues. The line infront of Katelyn stretched for a kilometre, and till twelve's cashier seemed to be working at a crawl. In fact, the entire store seemed to be overwhelmed by the Saturday grocery shopping rush. Which was strange, considering the fact that the country's population had shrunk by a large amount, in stature and number. Katelyn idly fidgeted with something in her jeans pocket she had picked up on her morning walk. Well, it was actually a someone, but Katelyn wasn't inclined to offer respect to a pipsqueak like her neighbour. She repeatedly squeezed his chest, always applying just enough pressure to threaten to break a rib. She was careful not to cause long-lasting damage, at least not physically. The time passed a bit more quickly when Katelyn imagined what her victim must be going through. She felt as if she could feel the terror emanating from his body. She thought back on how she had come to discover her little toy just a few hours ago.

Katelyn rose with the sun, already beaming from ear to ear. Today was going to be a good day, simply because it was Saturday. She leapt out of bed, showered and brushed her teeth. Dancing out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, she threw together a quick Cheerios breakfast. After she finished, she got into her sports bra, scrunch leggings and running shoes, and left on her morning walk, as she did everyday. She started off with a slow stroll. As she walked past the next house's garden, an almost imperceptible squeak made her slow down. Coming to a stop, she heard a quiet, shrill cry. Her curiosity piqued, she knelt down and took a closer look at the garden. She pushed some leaves aside, and then she spotted what had been making those small noises: a small man. She remembered last night's news announcement, and she felt sympathetic toward him. She picked him up and examined him gently. Only then did she realise just who it was she was holding in her hand.

It was him, Dick, that creepy neighbour she simultaneously hated and feared. Every morning he would go out of his way to make her uncomfortable, whistling as she passed, or tactlessly "inviting" her into his bedroom, his voice dripping with malice and lust. She was often hesitant to go out in the mornings, but she had to tell herself to stop him from getting in the way of her life.

And, now, look: the perfect opportunity to exact her revenge had dropped into her lap. She grabbed the man, noting that the weekly macho act had been replaced with pure fear. Katelyn unceremoniusly shoved the man betwen her breasts, ignoring his pleas, and resolved to finish her walk this morning, for the first time, being able to use her walking time to actually think about things worth contemplating, instead of Dick's advances. When she returned home, she was damp from the exercise. She discarded her activewear on the floor. Now down to just her panties, Katelyn plucked Dick out from her cleavage. He coughed and sputtered as his body hungered after the fresh air. It was less than he deserved. She tossed him onto the coffee table and slammed a mug over him, as a makeshift cage. She showered again, and dressed in a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Today was Saturday, and that meant having to complete the chore of grocery shopping. Katelyn grabbed her car keys, wallet, phone and her new plaything, grabbing him by the neck. She opened the door, got in and tossed all four objects into the glovebox. Katelyn imagined how horrible it was for Dick. Everytime there was a speedbump, Katelyn saw in her mind's eye the contents of the glovebox getting reshuffled, banging Dick's body into one of the glovebox's walls, or sometimes having the heavy metal keys thrown in his face. Her idea was not far from the reality. It happened often that Dick would end up under the phone, twice his height and heavy enough to pin him painfully against the floor. Dick sighed in relief when he heard the car decelerate, then stop. The reprieve was short. Katelyn opened the glovebox, quickly grabbed everything, stuff them into her pockets and got out of the car. She walked into the store and started gathering items. She got through the queue, paid for her things and left.

She unlocked the car, put her things on the backseat, and then got into the driver's seat. She pulled Dick out of her pocket and dangled him upside-down by the ankle. He was naked, bruised up and terrified. Katelyn smiled. She opened her mouth slowly and dramatically, holding Dick above it for a few seconds before dropping him in. At first, Dick tasted salty, excessively so, making Katelyn grimace like a little girl tasting broccoli. As she drove off, she felt a tickling sensation on her tongue, like popping candy. Intrigued, she pushed Dick into her cheek. It came again. Katelyn giggled when she realised that it was Dick pounding and kicking against her mouth. She continued to suck on Dick as she drove. When she got home, she unpacked everything into the fridge and cupboards. Feeling a bit drained, she opened one of the cans of soda and took a swig, swirling it around. She pushed Dick.onto her bottom teeth and clamped down, pinning him between her incisors while she swallowed her drink. Katelyn lifted Dick out of her mouth and held him aloft for another examination. Dick was dripping with spit and the remnants of her cream soda, but, fortunately, no wounds or broken bones. Dick wad certainly a toy made to last. She placed Dick on the table, and stripped off her shoes and socks - which were heavier than usually because of her perspiration – and put her bare feet up on the table, on either side of Dick. He started coughing heavily, caught in a cloud of noxious fumes. Katelyn put on the TV and reclined on the couch. She grasped Dick between her toes, taking advantage of the fact that he was too disoriented to move. She planted her foot flat, trapping Dick under her toes. She enjoyed the feeling of Dick squirming under her hold. After a few minutes, she fell asleep smiling. Dick never was able to escape his smelly prison.

Four hours pre-WSE
Oh, how he hated being called into work on the weekends. As an IT tech, he was used to having his services suddenly requested for "urgent emergencies", like someone forgetting to switch on their computer, then complaining that it didn't work. Then he would have to travel all the way to the problem site and plug in a loose cable. But, thankfully, today's mission was a legitimate problem. A night worker at a game studio was having trouble accessing files from the company server, going onto the internet or using anything that wasn't on the hard drive. Deadlines were approaching, so everything had to be fixed right now. Brendan could safely assume that this wasn't going to be another stupid job, since programmers knew their way around computer systems better than most. He drove up to the address he had been given, got out and pushed the glass door open. From the door, Brendan could tell this was the quintessential casual workplace. Elden Ring gameplay was broadcasted onto a large flatscreen, positioned front-and-center of the room, and five employees squeezed together on the couch, which had its back to the entrance, waiting out the service outage. Two in particular, a long-haired woman and a hoodied man, were nuzzling in the center of the couch. Banks of computers were arrayed along three of the walls with glowing RGB keyboards and illuminated glass PC cases proudly showing off the elite hardware, interrupted here and there with an innovative water cooler-coffee machine combination, or a fridge, or a whiteboard which doubled as a project planner and noticeboard, or doors to private offices. A curly-haired young man wearing a crisp white shirt and black slacks was sitting at one of the workstations with his hand to his chin in that classic 🤔 pose. He noticed Brendan's arrival and got up to greet him and explain the situation. Brendan got to work immediately, diagnosing this program and changing that setting. After a lot of trial and error, he managed to find a solution. He received thanks from the employee who had showed him around, said his goodbyes and made for the exit. That was when the WSE struck.

Three days post-WSE
The band of shrinkees gathered in the room's center again, like yesterday. Brendan was starting to getting comfortable with the others. The Dark Souls couple pulled a giant Tex toward the group. It was a great thing that they had gone out and gotten snacks for their impromptu game night last night; that one chocolate bar would likely last for the whole week. Everyone took a few bites of the chocolate. Their tiny chomps only dented the chocolate. Next was the Mountain Dew. It was easier to lift and move because it was half-emptied. It wasn't trival though; everyone had to work together to tilt the two liter bottle far enough to decant some into the bottle cap, and then they had to move really quickly to return it to its normal orientation flat on the ground. The dev team were in high spirits today, because it was Monday. Unlike them, who only came to clear up backlogs of work, the rest of the workforce would be coming in today. They could get someone's attention, and then their safety would be assured. Everyone watched the door eagerly. Soon, a silhouette appeared in the glass. The door was pushed open to reveal a woman wearing a plain white top, shorts and sandals. Earphones snaked down from her ears into the phone that was jutting out of her pocket. As she drew closer, everyone scattered, running away from the chocolate in different directions, and just in time too; the woman noticed the open chocolate immediately and walked over to pick it up. She then went to the nearby trashcan and discarded it.
"There goes our food for the week", sighed a voice behind him. Brendan turned quickly, startled. It was Nathan, the man with the curly hair.
"We have to get her to notice us, then, or we're going to starve!"
Brendan looked over at the woman. She was quite a distance away, but he guessed he could make it to her in time. Brendan ran as fast as he'd ever run in his life. He'd have to hope Nathan was following behind. He reached the gigantic sandal and managed to grab hold of its edge just as the she lifted it up to begin walking. He lifted himself over the lip of the shoe, midair. To further steady himself, Brendan grabbed the big toe, placing one hand on either side of the toe which was twice as thick as he was. Then he turned around, putting his back to the woman's foot and positioning himself to the left of her biggest toe, and pushed backward, spreading the giant toes apart and forcing himself into the gap. He thought that that would definitely get her to look down. That didn't work; she simply squeezed her toes together, compressing his body, and ignored him. Brendan wiggled to and fro, but he couldn't move even slightly. He tried putting his hands on her smooth toenails and pushing down on those bright pink pads in order to move upward and out, but he couldn't get any motion that way either. Once he gave up struggling against her toes, he found that it actually felt like a carnival ride. Her foot swung him up and down rhythmically as she walked around. After some time, her foot stilled as she sat down, and her grip relaxed. Brendan paused for a few seconds to catch his breath. That was when she stretched her legs, tilting her foot so that it rested on its heel and separating her sole from the sandal enough to allow him to roll into the gap. Just as unexpectedly, she flipped her foot forward again, trapping Brendan under her sole, face up. His face became engulfed in footflesh, and he couldn't move at all. Brendan tried pushing up against her foot, but his hands sank into her foot, and he wasn't able to make space infront of his nose so he could breathe. The constant pressure, heat and lack of air took their toll on him, and eventually, he could not hold on any longer. Hopefully, his teammates fared better.