Dr. Putnam had finally gotten her shrinking formula to work! Unfortunately, her assistant injected her with the red chemical before she could publish her results.
Its effects were immediate. She felt tingles all over as her body dwindled. She ran across the lab to fetch the antidote, but her feet stumbled in her now oversized shoes, and she got tangled up in the skirt and panties sliding off her hips and down her legs. When she finally made it to the lab counter, her bulky white lab coat dragging on the floor behind her rapidly contracting body, she couldn’t reach the antidote.
From behind her, she heard her assistant laughing maniacally. Turning around, Dr. Putnam looked up at her assistant towering over her—and still growing larger as she continued to shrink.
“Soon, you’ll be gone,” said her assistant, “and I’ll take the credit for your discovery.”
There was nothing she could do to stop her assistant. Her research, her career, and her very existence would soon be over. She let her clothes fall off her body and she watched in horror as the lab got more and more expansive.
However, her assistant must have miscalculated the dosage needed to eliminate her, because the shrinking eventually stopped. Without a ruler, she couldn’t know her exact height, but she estimated from the size of the drawer behind her that she couldn’t be much taller than six inches. She was alive... but unable to do much of anything.
Her assistant reached into the neck of her blouse, crumpled on the floor, and scooped her up.
“I wanted to shrink you into oblivion,” said her assistant, “but having you this size could be more fun.”
The enormous hand clamped around Dr. Putnam’s body suddenly opened, and she found herself on top of the lab counter, surrounded by giant pieces of lab equipment. Before she could make a break for it, a transparent cylinder crashed down around her.
“This should hold you until I can find something to take you home in.” Her assistant’s voice was muffled by the thick glass and significantly deeper than she was accustomed to. “Don’t go anywhere, pet.”
Dr. Putnam waited for her assistant to leave before studying her prison. The upside-down 100-mL gradations printed on the glass were instantly recognizable. She was trapped under an inverted beaker. The spout, curving slightly upward from the countertop, allowed enough fresh air to circulate so she wouldn’t suffocate... and it was the one place she could fit her hands under! She reached underneath and crouched down, hoping she could lift the beaker enough to escape.
Almost as if to taunt her, her assistant left the syringe containing the antidote on the counter just out of her reach. Like the shrinking formula, it hadn’t been tested yet, so there was no way to know if it would actually return her to her normal height, but it would hopefully be enough to make her large enough to flee and contact the authorities. It was the only chance she had; all she had to do was get it.
First, she had to lift the beaker. She heaved with all her might, but with her strength significantly diminished, it barely budged. She had to keep trying though. As long as her assistant was out of the lab, there was still a slight chance to save herself from a life as a madwoman's shrunken plaything.
Tags: shrinking, shrunken woman, peril, science
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Story by Scidram |
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Artwork by Hmage |
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