‘Play nicely’, she was told. How patronising.

So that was The Minimiser’s game? Shrink a bunch of teenagers and have her weird way with them?

Being squashed up against boobs was far from the worst outcome, but it really put the worse ones into perspective. And Violet couldn’t help but shudder. What did she do to the ones she ‘liked’? 

The Minimiser said she’d ‘keep’ her. Was she a pet now? A helpless shrinkee, to do whatever was asked of her?

No, she muttered to herself. Servicing someone’s body, at their beck and call?

She had to get out of this somehow, and she had to do it on her own. How was a different question entirely, but she couldn’t just sit here and get jiggled around while The Minimiser returned to her evil lair or whatever.

The lightbulb flickered. That was an idea at least. Getting brought back to the evil lair would mean she’d know where it was, and could organise some sort of a rescue from there. Getting unshrunk was an issue, but someone from the NSA would be able to fix that… right? After all, supers and civilians alike got caught up in all sorts of mess thanks to villains. It was a fair assumption.

Until then, she just had to enjoy the ride…

some time later

Violet had all but gotten used to the scenery by the time she was plucked out of it again. Blinding light poured into her surroundings, and she was scooped up inside of The Minimiser’s invading fist.

”Hello there, little one.” She grinned down at the tiny teen in her palm. “How does it feel to be chosen?”

”Chosen?” Violet grimaced. “I didn’t choose this! You kidnapped me! Kidnapped a whole bunch of kids! A-and for what?!”

”Oh, to be revealed in good time,” The Minimiser poked out her tongue. “Rest assured, I’ve got lots of plans for them and you. So,” she purred, “Shall we play?”

Violet just shook her head incredulously.