Microlabs (1) (Patreon)

1: A Big First Day

Sarah couldn’t believe she’d gotten the job. Or, well, paid internship, but still.

After graduating with her degree in biochemistry, she had spent weeks scouring job postings for something that paid better than a fast food gig… But it seemed “decent pay” simply wasn’t in the scientific community’s lexicon, at least not for entry level positions. So Sarah had decided that if she was going to be poor, she’d at least have to find something interesting. While perusing through the less glamorous listings she came across an opening at something called Microlabs: the salary was barely above minimum wage, the hours were long, and the job description seemed so nondescript as to be boring… Until Sarah saw the words “bio-reduction studies” featured prominently. The field of size-related medical research was new, and notoriously underfunded, but that had been Sarah’s specific field of study. Most people would have exited the page and moved on for greener pastures, but something else buried in the final paragraph also caught Sarah’s eye: “Contact Dr. Grace Suzuki for details.”

She knew that name. BIG Inc, one of the country’s leading developers of size-related products and technologies, often credited their more impressive advancements to discoveries made by one Dr. Grace Suzuki. Though Dr. Suzuki made only the rarest public appearances and sought little attention for her work, Sarah’s education had exposed her to several research papers written by the secretive woman. Even with Sarah’s degree the papers had seemed borderline cryptic, but always brilliant, and occasionally bizarre. And if Dr. Suzuki’s semi-legendary reputation wasn’t enough to entice Sarah, there were rumors that Microlabs’ research methods could be somewhat… unorthodox.

Sarah had found her “interesting,” and hit the Apply For This Posting button with a nervous grin.

Over the next month, Sarah experienced a series of shocks. First, when her application received a reply from Dr. Grace Suzuki herself. The accomplished woman was not only cordial, but friendly. She quickly introduced herself, and then forwarded Sarah a series of written questionnaires and tests that strained the young graduate’s brain. Most of the questions were expected, meant to determine Sarah’s familiarity with specific structures and bonds between biological macromolecules, as well as her understanding of some very specific metabolic processes. Others had to do with philosophy and morality, and strangely personal things… Sarah wondered which questions were more important to the famed eccentric scientist, but in the end she decided to answer honestly.

The second shock came when Sarah learned that her responses had been not only satisfactory, but in the written words of Dr. Suzuki, “A refreshing delight to evaluate.” After a final over-the-phone interview that had Sarah sweating bullets, she was informed that she had been accepted, politely congratulated, and told to come in after the following weekend.

And that’s how Sarah Gomez arrived one Monday morning to the front of what looked like something between a corporate headquarters and a pharmaceutical facility. Upon entering the spacious front lobby she was greeted by the prim receptionist, then directed deeper into the building, where she quickly lost her bearings within the winding hallways. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, when she paused to collect herself she realized (evidenced by a tiny twitching arm) that she had a tiny employee stuck to the bottom of her shoe. She must not have realized when she accidentally trampled him during her wandering. Initially Sarah pretended he wasn’t there: she might be late if she stopped to help every tiny she came across… But there was an upside to the situation: the little guy might know his way around the building!

Sarah waited until she was alone, then stopped long enough to lift her foot up and ask the person stuck to the treads if he knew how to get to Microlabs. Unsurprisingly, the tiny man was more than willing to provide clear directions to the only woman capable of saving him. As she listened Sarah absently adjusted her bra, not realizing that the sudden stutter in the man’s directions was caused by her repeated attempts to jostle her substantial G-cups into a more comfortable position high over his head. Once he finished Sarah smiled down at him, “You’re like my own little GPS thingy! Thanks a bunch!” Then she hurried off towards her destination, this time with a confident pep in her step.

She made it all the way down the hall and around the corner before she realized what she had forgotten to do. She found an empty corridor and paused just long enough to covertly rub her shoe against the floor until a tiny little man peeled off… But Sarah had pressed too hard, gumming him into the center of the hallway’s carpeting. Sarah grimaced at her mistake and poked at him with the toe of her shoe, “Uh… Oops?” He didn’t look too pleased about being forgotten, nor about Sarah’s chosen method of rescue… But more people were already coming down the hall. Crap!

Sarah hesitated, then offered her helpful navigator a hasty apology as she stepped over him to leave. He started pleading from the floor, but Sarah pretended not to hear and quickened her pace, having already resolved to put the embarrassing encounter behind her. What more could she do?

As Sarah passed a large group of chatty young office ladies in skirts and heels heading the other way for their lunch break, she let out a sigh of relief: She was glad to be done with that little incident!

Eventually, the tiny’s directions brought her to an unimpressive threshold: a simple door with a plastic sign that said “Microlabs.” This place really was underfunded. Sarah used the glass window to check her appearance one final time, and hiked her tight pants up around her full hips. She smiled, pleased with what she saw, then reached for the door.

Upon entering, Sarah was immediately dwarfed by an amazonian woman that stepped forward with a glowing smile, “Miss Gomez, you’re early!” Sarah always forgot that her watch ran a few minutes fast. “I’m Dr. Grace Suzuki. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Do you drink coffee?”

Sarah was too stunned to do more than mumble something affirming and accept the proffered cup of warm coffee. Thus far she had only interacted with her new boss via email or phone conversation, so she hadn’t expected the Japanese woman to be so… tall. Even before accounting for her sleek black high heels, Dr. Suzuki stood over six feet high. Her presence was made all the more magnificent by her perfect, almost regal poise, like a statue come to life. Her skin was flawless, as if it had never been touched. Her rich black hair was tied back, a single tuft out of place but no less alluring for it. And her deep eyes shone with a piercing intelligence that made her appear privy to some secretly amusing joke known only to herself. Not to mention her, well, other astounding proportions.

It was quietly joked among the less-professional academic circles that Dr. Suzuki’s brain was only “one of her three most gifted assets.” Sarah had always dismissed such talk as uninteresting gossip, but actually standing before the same woman that morning, her own nose barely level with the towering Asian’s clavicle, she saw the reason behind all the talk. Monstrous would not have sufficiently described the woman’s chest measurements.

The statuesque but otherwise slender scientist wore a pencil skirt and a fitted sweater stretched so taut that Sarah could clearly make out both the shape and pattern of the lacy bra pressing up against the thin cotton material, as well as the subtle shift in color where the darker undergarment gave way to the soft pink skin that fought to spill over the boundary of either cup… Standing before (and below) such a towering, well-endowed figure, Sarah was grateful that Dr. Suzuki offered only a congenial bow and a warm handshake in greeting. A hug might have killed her.

Sarah began recovering from her daze as Dr. Suzuki insisted on giving her a personal tour of the laboratory itself, and led her further into the building. The interior of the lab, though it occupied only a portion of the building, was significantly more impressive than the drab exterior. Glass walls separated certain sterilized testing rooms, allowing Sarah to glimpse inside several impressively furnished testing stations and laboratories, each packed with the most expensive equipment she’d ever seen. The building’s facade may have been drab, but the inside was astounding.

Everything one could possibly desire for extracting and studying biological samples, analyzing immense quantities of complex data, and manufacturing any manner of chemical or synthetic substance, the lab had at its disposal. There were devices and machines Sarah had only dreamed of operating one day, and others she didn’t even recognize. Another oddity was the quantity of glass vials and test tubes, many appearing empty or containing only very small objects that she couldn’t make out from across the room. Why did the lab need so many extra vials? And why were they all corked???

Dr. Suzuki’s long, elegant strides forced Sarah to hurry to keep pace, breaking the smaller woman’s concentration. Was everyone in the lab going to be a giant? Sarah hoped not, and was relieved when she spotted a lab tech who appeared to be nearly as short as her, bent over a strange microscope. The young woman’s hair faded from dark to bright pink right at the ends, and as Sarah stared, she looked up, grinning and waving charmingly before she passed out of sight.

Seeing the lone researcher made Sarah realize: the lab seemed oddly empty. She tried to be diplomatic, and asked Dr. Suzuki if today was a holiday. As if sensing her real question, the older woman smiled mid-stride, “I should tell you, Miss Gomez, that I haven’t been completely honest with you.”
Sarah braced herself for bad news as Dr. Suzuki continued, “Microlabs isn’t as large as most people assume. In fact, our lab team, technically, consists of three full-time researchers.”

Sarah stammered, “Only three people work here? That’s it?” How had Microlabs produced the greatest scientific breakthroughs in history with a staff you could count on one thumbless hand?

“I pick my assistants very carefully, Miss Gomez. I’d sooner collaborate with two brilliant minds than a hundred fools.” Dr. Suzuki smiled radiantly, “Of course, I wouldn’t say no to a third brilliant mind.”

Sarah felt her cheeks burning after such a compliment from the legendary Dr. Grace Suzuki.

“Of course, it isn’t just us four here at the lab. Our work requires a great deal of reduced subjects, as well.”

Dr. Suzuki led Sarah into one of the smaller examination rooms. Upon one wall, many dozens of small glass vials had been carefully arrayed and mounted there via small clamps. And within each glass receptacle stood a tiny male figure, most around a quarter inch tall. Sarah gasped, “Are these all micros?”

The men before her were even smaller than your typical tiny. Whereas one-inch tinies were large enough to still make out details such as facial expressions, quarter-inch micros were too small to discern more than general features and gestures except from up close. They were uncommon enough that Sarah had never seen one in person before, and now there were dozens of them staring back at her. Her own little miniature audience.

“Not all of them.” Dr. Suzuki smiled and reached up with one delicate hand, directing Sarah’s gaze towards another, smaller glass receptacle containing a figure so miniscule it could only barely be considered bigger than a speck. “We have plenty of others on site, as well…” Although Sarah was already staring in astonishment, Dr. Suzuki gently tapped the vial for emphasis, violently catapulting the puny figure from one end of their narrow container to the other—*tink!*

Sarah gaped,  “A nano??? I thought the existence of men that small was only theoretical!”

Sarah’s enthusiasm appeared to please Dr. Suzuki, “Far from it, as you can see. In fact, our lab was the first to discover and scientifically classify their size, and I will be publishing a paper on the topic shortly.” At that moment the nano peeled from the glass surface and fell back to the bottom of the vial without a sound.

Sarah leaned in, squinting as she tried to make out the nano’s features. She might have been able to discern the slightest hint of an awed expression on that microscopic face, but even from point blank it was difficult to perceive more than their overall posture. Her very pupil was many times larger than them! Sarah reached up and, just as Dr. Suzuki had, tapped the glass as softly as possible, once more launching the puny man backwards. Sarah thought the way they flew through the air and slammed into the side of the glass was curiously amusing, “They’re just so small…”

Dr. Suzuki nodded, “I sometimes forget just how shocking it can be for those unaccustomed to working with nanos day after day, but you will get used to it. I’ve theorized that nanos can occur naturally, but as you can see they are so tiny and helpless that it’s not hard to imagine why it’s taken so long for us to find proof of their existence until recently. I’ve even speculated that the majority of those who shrink to nano sizes could be trapped within the clothes of everyday women—among other less savory positions—contributing to their relative scarcity. Isn’t that fascinating?”

“Amazing… You must feel pretty lucky not to be one of those guys, huh?” Sarah continued to tap the test tube, marveling as the man within bounced harmlessly back and forth.

Dr. Suzuki smiled at her newest intern’s curiosity, “Would you like a closer look? Here, hold out your hand.” Dr. Suzuki plucked his vial from the wall and upended it over Sarah’s palm, tapping one end to shake the nano loose as if he were an errant grain of sand.

An infinitesimally small shape tumbled from the vial and smacked noiselessly onto the soft, pale surface of Sarah’s palm. She hadn’t expected to feel them at all, but if she concentrated, she could feel just the slightest tickle, so faint it might have been imagined. To her, the small man’s weight was utterly insignificant. Yet it was plain that the half-inch drop had been utterly disorienting for him. Just when he’d nearly gotten to his feet, Sarah lifted her hand a fraction of an inch, her minor movement accelerating the tiny man so quickly that he was instantly crushed flat against her palm just from the relative g-forces.

Sarah giggled as the miniscule man first flattened, then bounced into the air and came crashing back down as her hand halted in place, “Whoopsy, sorry about that!” She couldn’t believe how helpless he was.

Dr. Suzuki, seemingly oblivious to the nano’s uncomfortable journey, spoke sweetly, “Say hello to the lab’s newest member, little one.”

It was hard to see, even from such a short distance, but the pinprick of color seemed to collect itself, rise up, then visibly hesitate as it turned to face Sarah. It occurred to her that the little man in the palm of her hand had just been confronted with the no doubt breathtaking spectacle of her deep cleavage created by her deep necked shirt. Her boobs probably looked like unscalable mountains to him, and Sarah wondered if he felt awed, jealous, or even a little emasculated at the sight. She had to stifle a giggle at the thought, but nevertheless made sure to surreptitiously bring her hand a little closer to her chest all the same.

After a moment, Sarah noticed the speck making some imperceptibly small motion. He was waving! Sarah giggled at the adorable display, “Aww, how cute! Hi little guyyy!”

Unfortunately for the nano, Sarah’s joyful greeting was not only deafening, but expelled enough air to sweep him off his feet. The humid gust carried the nano backwards… Before plopping him harmlessly onto the sweater that covered Dr. Suzuki’s enormous chest.

*

After a terrifying fall, Marcus landed upon something shockingly soft. With an embarrassing rush of excitement he realized his location: he was laying on the subtly curving surface of Dr. Grace Suzuki’s fitted sweater, suspended by the cotton fabric only a scant few inches above the pale flesh of her unfathomably huge breasts. Through the gaps in the fuzzy material he could see down to her skin, flawless and smooth despite the fact that her body spanned a full mile compared to him, as well as the supple, bottomless chasm of her naked cleavage. Marcus craned his neck upward, and for a moment his brain struggled to comprehend how large the beautiful woman above him was; her face alone was like a beautiful, living mountain.

But it was more than just the impossible scale of the woman that boggled his mind.

After his isolation in the sterile environment of that glass vial, every physical sensation had suddenly become overwhelming in the intimate presence of Grace’s monstrous chest. The first thing he noticed was the warmth: the two tremendous masses within her skintight sweater both gave off an incredible amount of heat, to the point that Marcus felt like he’d landed on a sunny tropical beach. The comforting warmth surrounded his body and mind, insisting he could lay down and sleep right here. But it was the smell that he couldn’t ignore: first, a faint hint of fresh coffee. Then, as the air from between Grace’s frighteningly deep cleavage wafted up and over him like an intoxicating breeze, the smell of coconut and cherry blossom body wash. Through the mind-melting bewilderment of it all, Marcus realized that this was the closest he’d ever been to Grace’s impossible beauty, and he loved it.

Not to say he was particularly pleased about being scooped from his home and catapulted into an embarrassing situation by some airhead.

Thankfully, Grace seemed at least somewhat sympathetic, “Of course, while nanos are every bit as durable as their larger counterparts, their reduced size does necessitate some additional care when handling, Miss Gomez.”

The clumsy intern responsible for Marcus’ situation rushed to explain herself, “Sorry about that Dr. Suzuki! I just, um, got excited is all...” Marcus frowned: wasn’t he going to get an apology? Or at least some acknowledgement???

The partially humbled look on Sarah’s face brought Marcus a satisfaction rarely experienced by tiny-kind… But then his entire world rumbled as Grace chuckled like some great, amused deity from heaven, and accepted the rushed apology on his behalf, “That’s quite alright. Everyone has their fair share of mishaps, especially when handling our smaller subjects.”

Sarah asked timidly, “So this kind of thing happens… A lot?”

“Oh yes. If we had a nickel every time an intern dropped a micro or lost a nano, we’d never need another investor!” Marcus looked up in time to see Grace’s angelic face split into a warm smile that would never leave his living memory.

And just like that, Sarah giggled, her guilt wholly forgotten. Whatever lesson in caution Grace first imparted had been entirely undercut by the more humorous anecdote. Nobody could say that Grace wasn’t sweet as honey, but occasionally—at least in instances such as this—Marcus wished she would run her lab with a little more discipline. The rate of completely avoidable mishaps for shrunken subjects was, frankly, borderline horrific.

But Sarah didn’t have to worry about such things. She was already squinting in an attempt to identify Marcus’ exact location upon the vast, rounded surface of Grace’s gargantuan tits, “So how do we get him back into his little storage vial? Do we just… pinch him between our fingers extra carefully, or something?”

“Nothing as crude as that, no. Fortunately, my sweater caught him before he fell anywhere… Less accessible, let’s say. If I’d been wearing a low cut top, our little friend might have been much harder to find!” Another polite titter sent Grace’s bosom swaying gently from side to side, and the microscopic man along with it.

Sarah giggled along with her, “Oooh, I think I see what you meant by nanos getting lost in ‘less savory’ places now! That was a close one!”

Marcus wasn’t happy to hear his awkward predicament being so casually trivialized, but was quickly distracted by the thought of careening between Grace’s huge, pillowy mountains. Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad way to go… Thankfully his size prevented either woman from seeing his reaction. One of the rare benefits of being so pitifully small.

Grace continued breezily, “But not to worry. I have just the thing for situations such as this. This…” Grace produced a frilly blue handkerchief with a small flourish, “Is Cling Cloth™. While an ordinary person might mistake it for an everyday handkerchief, it is anything but! With this, I will be able to carefully remove the nano from my person, without the hassle of pinching something—sorry, someone—so very small between my fingertips. It requires only a light pressure…”

This was the part Marcus had been dreading. Grace’s cloth covered finger, dainty yet large enough to instill him with a sense of mild panic, descended towards him slow enough to give him time to panic yet too fast to possibly escape, like the oncoming hand of God. “Wait!” He cried, trying to put off the inevitable. “Just hold up your hand, and I’ll jump on!”

Above, Sarah’s demeanor had subtly shifted to one of great interest as she watched the shrunken man’s pitiful outburst from high above, but he was still too panicked by the approaching finger to notice. “I’ll jump onto your hand! I’ll jump o–!” With an unceremonious lack of noise, Grace’s fingertip squashed the mite-sized man against her soft breast. For one heavenly moment the pressure was just enough that Marcus actually felt Grace’s delightfully supple skin through the porous sweater fabric… Marcus would have stayed like that forever, if he could.

But the gigantic finger had no regard for the shrunken man’s preferences, and continued descending until his insignificant body had been firmly mashed between the fibers of either cloth-covered surface. He could still feel Grace’s skin, but now it had become a firm, unrelenting wall. A micro or a tiny might have been able to at least wriggle awkwardly, but Marcus was utterly immobilized. Even with all of his strength he could barely do more than make small, pitiful twitches… And he was only experiencing the bare minimum amount of force exerted by Dr. Grace’s delicate fingertip. That’s all it took to render him less than helpless. It was a cruel reminder of just how utterly insignificant he’d become to the unaffected women.

Above, Grace narrated the situation for Sarah’s benefit, “Upon contact with an affected person’s body, Cling Cloth will gently stick to their skin and hold them in place, making rescuing even someone nano-sized a breeze.”

Already Marcus could feel the Cling Cloth taking effect, like a painless tickle against his skin. But for some reason Grace’s finger didn’t lift up. Instead she kept him there, squashed like a helpless bug, as if there were no reason to unflatten him at all. What was taking so long!?

Muffled voices. A light-hearted discussion was taking place, irrespective of Marcus’ growing impatience. Sarah’s voice was difficult to make out, but Grace’s pleasant voice resonated through her chest and vibrated against his naked body every time she spoke, a sensation that was both exciting and hard to ignore.

Sarah asked a muffled question, and the cushiony mass beneath Marcus shook like the world’s largest mound of jello as Grace chuckled to herself. Then Marcus heard and felt her chipper response, “That’s very perceptive of you, Miss Gomez. The mesh is actually a proprietary blend of skin-adherent microfibers, developed right here at Microlabs. Funny story: Our first prototypes were either so sticky that it was too difficult to separate subjects after you were done, or so finicky that you basically had to crush them for a full minute before they’d get picked up by the cloth! We’ve worked out all the kinks by now, of course. After the tour I’d be happy to walk you through our design principles on the fabric, if you’d like. They’re really quite fascinating. I can also show you our patented—”

Grace’s rambling words blurred together. All Marcus could think about was the incessant jiggling that her voice was causing against his body. It was like he’d been pinned against a heated massage chair. And now that he was this close, every strained breath filled his lungs not only with that delightful coconut flavor, but an unmistakably feminine musk that began filling his head with indecent thoughts… It was too much. Marcus grunted ashamedly as his crotch hardened and pressed weakly into Grace’s ever-jiggling flesh. Some shameful part of him never wanted this moment to end.

Then the moment ended. Grace’s scientific speech finally came to a close, “Ah, but I’m getting distracted again… Here, let’s see how our little friend is doing. He should be fully adhered to the cloth by now.”

Marcus rose what felt like hundreds of feet in the span of a few seconds. Grace was moving with practiced care, but even so, his stomach lurched as he was held up for examination.

“Voila!” Grace exclaimed with obvious pride, “One nano, cleanly and effortlessly recovered.”

In that moment Marcus felt immensely exposed out in the cool open air, with his naked body splayed crudely against Grace’s fingertip for Sarah’s benefit. He couldn’t even move his limbs to achieve a more dignified pose than the one he’d been mashed into. He just hoped that neither woman would notice the aroused state that Grace had left him in.

Sarah grinned happily, “Oh cool! It’s like flypaper that only works on tinies!”

Being compared to a bug caught in a trap was only one among many blows that Marcus’ pride had suffered after shrinking, but his humiliation didn’t end there.

In a casual voice the enormous girl asked, “Can I see it, Dr. Suzuki?”

Grace agreed instantly, “Of course, Miss Gomez.”

Neither woman stopped to consider the nano’s preference before he was passed off like some inanimate sample. He knew it would be pointless to object: nanos were effectively inaudible unless they shouted directly into someone’s ear. And for now Sarah was holding him directly in front of her own prodigious chest as she smiled innocently down at him.

Marcus was momentarily starstruck. His introduction to this new intern had been unpleasant, since she’d bounced him around his vial with her mindless tapping, then blown him onto Grace’s chest with her equally mindless giggling, but now that he got a good look at her, he had to admit… Sarah was exactly his type.

She was perhaps a few years younger than him, and little on the short side, but still curvy, perky, and cute as hell. Wavy black hair collected around her shoulders, and the faintest freckles dappled her soft cheeks and fine nose. A faint blush made her initially appear innocent, even timid: it wouldn’t have been inaccurate to call her a “mousy” looking girl.

But most intriguing of all was her expression. Most women ignored nanos' very existence, seeing them as nothing more than a single nondescript speck that lacked any identifying features. But Sarah was different. At first she’d looked at him with what he’d taken for innocent curiosity… But now that she had him in her hands, something else gleamed behind her eyes. She stared down at his tiny body with a playful, almost unsettling exuberance… Like she was secretly giddy to play with him, and fascinated to see how he’d react.

Marcus watched in awe as Sarah silently transformed from shy bookworm to coy flirt right in front of him. She batted her eyelashes his way, tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and nibbled at her lower lip. She straightened, subtly thrusting her chest forwards until her cleavage was even more obvious. She did everything in her power to present herself for his approval.

And approve Marcus did.

The young intern may have been short by normal standards, but to him, her shapely body was still large enough that it made him feel like he was floating in space over a fleshy moon. Or, he thought somewhat bitterly, two fleshy moons… The huge mounds almost looked disproportionately oversized on Sarah’s youthful frame. And since she was controlling his perspective, it was impossible for him to miss the way her low cut top framed a deep valley of bare cleavage, as if she’d deliberately chosen to make her chest easier to admire (or simply harder to ignore). Marcus had once been a tall, well-built man, and he suddenly wondered what it would be like to have Sarah’s shapely body pressing up against his. To take her slender frame in his arms, and let her gently guide his large hands up under her tight shirt until his fingertips squished into her blooming chest. To feel her swollen tits filling and weighing against his palms. To hear her giggling with approval once he began to gently massage her perky nipples. To feel her eagerly grinding those wide, round hips back into his groin…

Of course, that was all just wishful thinking. If Marcus had been a full inch tall (a giant by his current standards), he could have at least introduced himself, maybe even pulled some moves and flirted back a little… Who knows, if things went well he might have even scored her number.

At first Marcus assumed Sarah was only showing off accidentally, without considering the fact that she was squeezing her tits together directly in front of a fully grown man’s face… But that was impossible. Not only was there a coy twist to the corner of her mouth, but she was nibbling at her lower lip like a young woman who had knowingly chosen to do something extremely indecent, and was only waiting to be caught and punished for it. And there was that gleam in her eyes, as if she knew what she was tempting him with, and might even let him use her for his wildest fantasies, if only he would reach out and initiate…

Not that Marcus could do any such thing, no matter how badly he wanted to. Not while he was literally small enough to vanish down that smooth fissure of cleavage without her even noticing. Not while he was forced to look whichever direction her finger happened to orient the cloth he was attached to. For now, all he could do was gaze impotently back at the young beauty’s bulging top as he tried to ignore the primal urges welling up within him thanks to her mindless show of skin.

Meanwhile, Sarah inspected the cloth at her leisure, wearing an innocuous grin even as her wandering thumb tip came worryingly close to squishing Marcus. “Woah, it’s soft… It doesn’t even feel sticky. Isn’t there a risk of him coming loose on his own?”

Grace’s response was not at all what Marcus wanted to hear, “See for yourself.”

Sarah grinned like someone who’d just been given an early Christmas present as Marcus was lifted towards her mouth. He could have built a mansion on just one of her huge, plush lips, with space left over for a yard, a pool, and a three car garage. The monstrously huge tip of her tongue darted out to lay a thin sheen of saliva over her lower lip… Was she about to kiss him??? His heart skipped a beat.

*

As her lips began to pucker, Sarah could barely make out the extra-tiny man’s shocked expression. No doubt all sorts of thoughts were running through his little mind right now… She tried to hide her amusement, or at least prevent herself from smiling too obviously, but he no doubt saw. Oh well. Dr. Suzuki had already given her the go ahead, so what did it matter? Besides, she wasn’t doing anything inappropriate, she was just exploring a little! There was nothing wrong with enjoying the fact that she had an itty bitty little captive audience of one, was there?

She couldn’t help but tease the nano one last time, “Okay little guy, hold on tight!”

He let out an almost inaudible squeak of confusion, but she was already breathing in, her chest swelling against her top… Then she exhaled gently through her pursed lips, blowing against the Cling Cloth as if she were trying to strip a summer dandelion of its seeds.

*

Marcus had been cast into a fruity-scented hurricane. Warm, humid air roared past his ears, flapping and shaking the cloth like a flag in a storm. He cried out for Sarah to stop, but couldn’t even hear his own voice. The moment he opened his mouth the young woman’s sugary breath forced its way into his nose and down his throat, saturating his airways with her intoxicating smell. Flecks of saliva too minute to be noticed by Grace or Sarah spattered against his skin like a light summer rain.

Then, as abruptly as it began, the hurricane ceased, leaving Marcus panting for breath and feeling like he’d just survived some strangely exciting cataclysmic event. Sarah’s breath still coated his skin, even the inside of his mouth. It tasted like he’d just finished french-kissing her, and it was a struggle to form coherent, non-sexual thoughts. He was also, he noted with irritation, rock hard.

“Wow!” Sarah remarked cheerily, blind to the utter chaos she’d subjected Marcus to, “He didn’t budge at all!” She held him up to her face, and Marcus felt as if she were actually studying his reaction… Something the size discrepancy should have made impossible. He was far too small for her to make out any details of his body or expression… Wasn’t he?

Sarah’s focus drifted down to Marcus’ lower body, and he caught the frisky gleam in her eye before she asked, “What happens if I turn him upside down?”

Marcus' perspective inverted. For one instant everything was a dizzying blur, then he found himself dangling over a limitless chasm. Sarah had turned him upside-down to see if he’d detach… Right over her own gaping cleavage. “Wait! Stop!” Marcus cried out in pointless fear. The Cling Cloth was the only thing keeping him from disappearing forever between those soft, squishy masses. In the past he’d cursed Grace’s stupid, humiliating invention, but now he prayed it wouldn’t fail on him.

Displaying none of the same tenderness or care for Marcus’ comfort that Grace had, Sarah gave the cloth an inquisitive shake. He whipped one way, then another, sickened by each jarring change in direction. When he opened his eyes the only thing he saw was Sarah’s plump chest being vigorously jostled and jiggled by her bouncing elbow. God, Marcus prayed, Please don’t let this be the last thing I see…

Marcus was still being rattled around when Grace smiled at Sarah’s inquisitive experimentation “He’s quite secure, I assure you. In rare instances, especially perseverant tinies have managed to wriggle themselves free, but the chances of a nano detaching themselves from the cloth are effectively zero. The Cling Cloth should keep them perfectly immobilized until a woman decides to remove them, which is why it is extra important not to forget that they’re stuck there.”

Sarah finally held the cloth upright: even after all the commotion, Marcus was exactly where he began. As she peered down with unnerving interest, Marcus once again felt her attention darting between his face and his groin, as if she were curious to see how he’d been affected by her actions. The gratuitous display of cleavage (which was still wobbling to a standstill in front of him) had done little to abate his arousal, but thankfully he was surely too small for Sarah to notice.

The giant woman cooed from above, “Aww, poor little guy still can’t move. He’s like a stiff little statue!”

Marcus groaned aloud at the suggestive and condescending remark, “Oh yes… The smallest sculpture ever made, a Michelango original.” Sometimes the only way to keep sane as a nano was to laugh at the absurdity of life.

Sarah tittered.

At first Marcus rolled his eyes at the ditzy woman’s casual response. Then his head snapped up. “Wait… Can you—Can you hear me???”

Anyone else might have missed it, but to someone as small as Marcus the look of recognition that flashed across Sarah’s looming face was unmistakable.

He shouted with relief, “Oh my god! You can hear me!!! Nobody’s ever heard me talk before! How did you—Nevermind, it doesn’t matter! Listen, can you ask Grace to put me back in the vial soon? And please stop shaking and squishing me?” Marcus glanced down at Sarah’s top, wishing he could ask her to do up just a few more buttons before her mindless jiggling made his head explode, but he knew that would be too much.

Sarah glanced up at Grace, but the massive scientist only smiled politely back, utterly unaware of Marcus’ attempt at communication. She asked, “Random question but, um, is there any way to hear what a nano is saying?”

Grace frowned apologetically down at the cloth, “While it is possible to make out a micro’s words, one must still pay very close attention and avoid loud environments in order to communicate effectively. Nanos, on the other hand, are inaudible unless you make use of special communication devices, or hold them to your ear canal in perfect silence. We’ve been experimenting with certain voice amplification technologies, but fabricating the electronics small enough to function on their scale has proven prohibitively costly. We do have a tiny communicator, but it is the size of a rotary phone, requires you to place them in an amplification chamber first, and must be calibrated before every conversation. In the past I have theorized that some rare women might naturally display what I’ve termed super-awareness for shrunken people, making it possible for them to see and even hear men as small as nanos, but I have yet to collect the proof necessary to… My apologies, I am rambling again.” Grace chuckled softly and got back on topic, “No, Miss Gomez, as of now there is no practical way of communicating with tinies. If you need their cooperation at any time, I suggest being polite but commanding with them.”

A look of perverse interest had come over Sarah’s face during the course of Grace’s explanation, and it lingered as she turned her attention back towards Marcus. He swore her eyes actually locked onto his, but she only smiled and squeezed her chest between her arms while she mused, “Huh. So nanos are totally helpless…”

Marcus gaped in disbelief as Sarah brought her fingers together, looming her humongous thumb over him. The soft thumb tip came down slowly, pressing against his legs and crotch. “Wait, what are you doing? Stop! You hear me, right!?!” The tiny little man struggled in a feeble panic, but he couldn’t separate his limbs from the cloth to stop her.

Sarah grinned down at him through the crack between her fingertips as if he hadn’t said a word, “I guess that means I’ll just have to be extra careful with the little guys!”

Then her fingers pinched together, flattening Marcus like he wasn’t even there.

Marcus groaned as he disappeared between two soft pads of flesh. She had heard him, hadn’t she??? He’d been so sure of it, but now he was second guessing himself… His thoughts were further thrown into disarray as Sarah’s thumb began rubbing against him in delicate little circles, simultaneously crushing and massaging his entire body with a level of force that was almost but not quite unpleasant. Though visible, the faint ridges of her thumbprint were still soft to the touch, and the little man shivered as Sarah steadily kneaded his naked groin beneath her. He couldn’t tell if she was still trying to flirt, or had no idea what he was going through, or was just fucking with him at this point. He’d never received such mixed signals in his life.

Sarah’s thumb continued its idle rhythm as she turned back to Grace, “So anyway, how do you get them off, once they’re stuck there?”

Grace beamed at the opportunity to discuss one of her inventions, “Just as you’d expect from any normal towel, the microfibers are both soft and absorbent. Shrunken subjects can be released with a simple combined application of pressure, friction, and moisture! Rubbing them against your thumb a few times can work, but it’s a lot easier if you dip them in tap water first. Some of the girls have taken to simply licking them like stamps, which has proven a highly effective method of removal, though I must note that it is not technically a lab sanctioned technique.

“Oh, which reminds me. While Cling Cloth can serve in place of any regular handkerchief, it’s highly recommended that you double-check for any undetected or forgotten tinies, micros, or nanos before using it for such purposes. Especially on these hot summer days, the last thing you want to do is mistake your Cling Cloth for a gym towel!” Marcus paled at the horrible thought, but Grace only chuckled, and Sarah quickly followed suit, removing her thumb in time for the tiny man to be bombarded with their careless laughter.

“Anyway,” Grace continued, “There will be time for you to acquaint yourself with our shrunken subjects later. For now, it’s best we discuss your first assignment.”

Sarah listened dutifully, and Marcus assumed he’d been forgotten by both women, as the cloth in Sarah’s hand fell to one side, redirecting him away from her curving figure. At first he was relieved to get a break from the young intern’s overwhelming and confusing behavior, but then he realized that his new orientation posed another, much larger problem: He was now facing Grace. Grace was nearly the polar opposite of Sarah: she was calm, mature, and her full-bodied figure towered overhead with a dignified self confidence… But her chest, covered though it was, still drew the eye like no other. Sarah, in her inadvertent lack of attention, had pointed him directly at the biggest pair of tits in the entire building.

His point-blank positioning, coupled with his miniscule size, made even the faintest motion or bounce in Grace’s gigantic, outthrust chest appear like a cosmic collision to poor Marcus. Her speech caused faint ripples to travel through the two enormous masses within her sweater, creating a prominent and incessant jiggling. It was like watching two gelatinous globes softly colliding over and over again… Marcus winced, his cock twitching with impotent dissatisfaction as the women responsible for (and seemingly unaware of) his predicament chatted blithely.

Grace explained, “As I’m sure you know, shrunken bodies exhibit several astounding physical properties. Extreme durability, lowered oxygen and caloric requirements, even increased biological plasticity, to name the most obvious. Not to mention the additional and unpredictable complexities we can attribute to each tiny’s unique genetic makeup! Here at Microlabs, we study how these properties behave under various conditions, so that we can better understand our shrunken male counterparts. We test for shrunken biokinetics, tiny-to-skin sticking factor, tiny noticeability around unaware women, durability metrics, mental fortitude, measurable responses to sexual stimuli… Any data is good data, I always say!

“Our most recent experiment seeks to simulate real-world ‘crushing scenarios’ so that we might evaluate tiny subject compression and adherence factors, as well as standard female responses to those variables. We’re hoping to learn more about what happens to a tiny’s nervous system after being—for lack of a better term—squished for long periods of time.”

Sarah’s eyes lit up with delight, “That sounds fascinating!”

Grace smiled back, “I’m glad you think so, because you’ll be assisting with the project. I’ll be introducing you to your work partner shortly, but in the meantime, you should familiarize yourself with some of the relevant biological characteristics relevant to the data we’re collecting from our shrunken subjects. Here, let me find a book on the topic…”

The large woman reached for a shelf of books recessed into the wall, and as she did, her shadow fell over both Sarah and Marcus. Sarah leaned back slightly to make room, but was otherwise unaffected. Marcus, however, had entered a shadowy double-eclipse. His personal space had not only been invaded, but utterly conquered as two planet-sized tits swung overhead and forced him to contemplate their rotund, jiggling presence in sudden darkness.

As Grace leaned over, her bra approached the limits of what it could contain. Her huge breasts surged outwards until they were caught by the form-fitting sweater, bulging conspicuously where the bra had failed to restrain their plump mass. Marcus could only stare helplessly as the fabric directly over his head grew taut under the many tons of flesh on the other side. Every little movement caused the overburdened fabric to wobble ominously, like two water balloons ready to burst, a constant reminder just how close the speck-sized man was to being utterly crushed and possibly suffocated. And could he see just the slightest bumps where her nipples were pressing against her top???

She couldn’t have provided a more intimate view unless she literally crawled overtop of him and pulled up her shirt.

Grace muttered, “Hmm, I thought it was here somewhere…” As she perused the row of books absently, her chest swung pendulously from side to side. The unintentional motion briefly caused Marcus to envision himself at full size, stepping up behind Grace and reaching around to heft those gigantic, soft titties in his hands… He could imagine their jiggly weight completely filling his palms, and bulging between each of his groping fingers any time he squeezed. Still, he knew that just one boob had enough fatty mass behind it to crush any number of nanos in the blink of an eye, and without her feeling a thing. Despite fully comprehending the awesome destructive potential of those massive, round orbs, every neuron in the “horny” part of Marcus’ brain was still firing wildly.

Even in his fantasy, Marcus wasn’t actually sure that he’d be any taller than Dr. Grace Suzuki. Would he still have to look up at her courteously smiling face even if he’d never been affected by the shrinking disease? Or would he actually have had a shot with her? He liked to believe the latter, but he’d never really know. Not as long as he was stuck at this woefully impractical size. The memory of lying briefly against that incredible bosom would haunt the shrunken man’s dreams until the end of time…

“Ah! Here it is.” Grace snatched a book off the shelf and stood back. Marcus was breathing a sigh of frustrated relief when she glanced down at him with a smile, “Oops! Sorry for intruding, Marcus. Don’t mind me.”

Marcus had thought she’d forgotten all about him. And she knew his name? He gawped and accepted her apology with a dazed mumble, but she’d already turned her attention back to Sarah. “Humans, Smaller: Integrative Biochemistry of the Shrunken Male, Second Edition. Have you read this?”

Sarah nodded, “Twice, actually. I have a copy at home. Bio-reduction was my major, and I think micros are super, um… Interesting… So I try to read whatever size studies get published.”

Which meant that all that up-close jiggling Marcus had been subjected to was completely pointless.

Grace smiled like a proud parent, “My my. Such initiative. I’m very eager to see what unique insights a biochemist of your enthusiasm can bring to our team, Miss Gomez.”

Yeah, great, thought Marcus, Couldn’t the feel-good backpacking wait until after he’d been returned to safety? Or was he doomed to spend the entire day cowering under various enormous breasts that he’d never even get to feel unless he was being crushed by one?

Grace reached up and casually slid her book back into place on the shelf. To avoid receiving two fleshy wrecking balls to the face, Sarah leaned back once more, keeping her balance by thrusting her hands forward… Including the one holding Marcus. Once more his sky became a vast curvature, the cloth surface wobbling in ominous evidence of the incomprehensibly large masses of flesh that loomed within. For a moment Marcus thought he was going to be crushed like an ant beneath a bulldozer, and he cried out as Grace rocked forwards. For one heavenly instant he was crushed as Grace bumped Sarah’s hand aside, without a care for the tiny naked man that her mildly clumsy movement had flattened, but then she simply landed on her heels with a gentle bounce. “Pardon me, Sarah.”

Marcus gasped and groaned: momentarily brushing up against her had set his skin afire all over again. Between Grace’s thoughtless jiggling, and Sarah’s strangely flirtatious behavior, his body seemed to expect imminent sex, and no matter what he couldn’t convince it otherwise. He was hard as a rock… though neither woman seemed to care.

Up above, Grace spoke sweetly, “Shall we continue on with the tour?”

Sarah grinned, “Sure! Oh, do you want your Cling Cloth back first?”

Grace peered thoughtfully down over the protruding cusp of her breasts at the very tiny man in Sarah’s hand.

Marcus had seen the hungry look in the intern’s doe eyes, and pleaded mentally with Grace: Say yes, please say yes…

Despite the grave consequences her answer would have for the nano, Grace took a moment to readjust her sweater, which had shifted a millimeter out of place during her search for the book. She pulled the hem taut against her body and gave a little hop on her feet that sent a chaotic sequence of bouncy tremors through her ponderous chest. It didn’t seem to concern her one bit that Marcus had been forced to witness this from only inches away, or that every fleshy jiggle sent another jolt of frustration coursing through the hapless little man. Marcus let out an undignified whimper as his stiff cock twitched in dissatisfied protest, but if either Grace or Sarah noticed, neither bothered to comment. But there was still evident compassion on Grace’s face, as if she understood what Marcus was going through, and that gave him hope.

Maybe his predicament was finally about to end.

*

“You know what,” Dr. Suzuki said as the shrunken man disappeared from view below her chest, “You hang on to him for now, Miss Gomez. Allison always needs more nanos for her testing, and who better than our teeny friend?”

Sarah shrugged and, despite the extremely faint cry of despair emanating from the cloth, folded it into a little square and tucked it into her back pocket. Her pants were figure-hugging to an almost unprofessional degree: anyone who looked closely would, if they managed to ignore the firm shape of Sarah’s round ass, be able to make out the outline of the Cling Cloth trapped firmly against her round buttock. But one pocket was just as good as another, right?

“Who’s Allison?” Sarah asked as Dr. Suzuki set the nano’s empty vial in its place and headed for the door.

“The colleague and supervisor during your time here as an intern. Come, I’ll introduce you two.” Dr. Suzuki’s long strides were confident and bouncy, but she still slowed long enough to turn and wave a courteous goodbye to the collection of tinies and micros, granting them all one final point-blank vision of her huge sloshing chest before she exited the room.

A hundred shrunken people all turned their minute attention towards the only giant woman present: Sarah. For a moment she felt awkward and nervous under their gaze… But then she realized she had no reason to be. They weren’t just harmless, they were helpless. A carefree smile formed on her lips as she leaned forwards, permitting her teeny tiny audience of gummy-bear sized men a perfect opportunity to see down her tight shirt if they so wished, “I look forward to working with each and every one of you cuties!” Many of them returned her wave with welcoming smiles.

Sarah turned and patted her back pocket to ensure the Cling Cloth was nice and secure: Wouldn’t want to lose that on her first day! Then she departed the room with a lively sway in her hips that kept everyone’s attention on her until the very last moment. “Have a nice day, boys!”

Only after she’d gone did a few men anxiously recall the contents of that jiggling, bulging pocket: their nano comrade, Marcus.

Next chapter coming soon!

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