Subject

 There had been lots of testing. She’d mostly used inanimate objects at first, studying them carefully to see if there were any strange effects. Clothes had been an important first step. If she couldn’t get it to work on her clothes, that would make things rather difficult. There was always the chance that they would decrease in mass but also increase in density, which wouldn’t have worked at all, and would likely have killed most living organisms. She wasn’t having that. Once the inanimate objects seemed to react properly, she had moved on to living things. She started small but slowly progressed to larger and more complex creatures. It had worked marvelously. And they’d all returned to normal size in the expected amount of time. 

Finally, she had tested herself. She used a very small dose and set up a camera to record the whole thing, knowing that if she failed the results would likely be painful, irreversible, and absolutely disastrous. But it was worth it if it worked. 

God, she really hoped it would work.

She had only spritzed herself with one small dosage. According to all her calculations, the effects would last approximately ten minutes. She had scooted back her desk chair after her webcam was set up, ensuring that she would be visible even after it kicked in. She hoped the camera would still be able to pick up her voice. She wouldn’t be able to take notes during the process, so talking aloud about how everything was going would be the only way to record her experiences as they happened.

It kicked in right as soon as she’d thought it would, exactly five minutes after application. She felt a strange tickling sensation in her stomach. Then, she noticed that her line of sight was getting lower. Everything around her seemed to grow larger and larger. After one full minute, according to her watch, the process was complete.

She was tiny.

It was a remarkable sensation. She was now small enough to fit in the palm of her normal-sized hand. Her clothes had shrunk with her. She moved from her seated position on her chair, which she was now in the center of, and spoke about how she felt. “Subject is now approximately five inches tall, give or take.” She took a moment to check her pulse. “Subject’s heart rate normal.” She jumped up and down, wiggled herself around, jogged from one armrest to the other. She checked her pulse again. “Subject appears to be suffering no adverse affects.” She ran her hands over herself and turned in circles, ensuring that the webcam would record her from every angle, in the event that there were abnormalities she had not noticed. 

Ten minutes later, she sat back down in her chair. She felt herself stretching, the tickling sensation somehow reversing. It was, fortunately, not an unpleasant feeling. When she finally finished expanding, she said, “Subject feels quite warm. And a little… tingly? Yes. Might possibly be the excitement of a successful first round of human experimentation.” She scooted her chair back to her desk and turned off the webcam, saving the video and labeling it appropriately. She was doing her best to contain her excitement. 

She’d finally perfected it. It was the ultimate formula. She’d spent years working out exactly how to do it. It had seemed so out of reach for so long, but over the last several months her theory had finally become a reality.

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Over the course of the next few weeks, she continued her tests. She made sure to try it naked a couple times, just to make sure her skin wouldn’t have any adverse reactions to the formula. Luckily, that was a non-issue. She tried different dosages, figured out exactly how much formula she would need to stay tiny and for how long. 

Then came the most important test.

Thus far, she had always tested living subjects, including herself, when they had no food in their systems. She had been concerned about that affecting her calculations and causing the formula to run haywire. She sorely hoped it would not, seeing as that would have entirely ruined her plans for the formula, but had not wanted to tempt fate. So she had waited until the formula and all her dosages seemed absolutely perfect. 

Then, she’d gone out and bought donuts. She had purchased a great variety: a few cake, some vanilla, some chocolate, some plain glazed, one covered in Froot Loops, and one stuffed with her favorite custard. It was a nice, round dozen. She’d even gotten a few donut holes just for fun. She prepared some eggs and sausage links in the kitchen, then set all of her breakfast treats on a tray. She carried the tray into her bedroom and set it in the center of her bed. She placed her laptop on a table nearby, so that the camera would be level with her tiny self once this latest test began, and set her webcam to record.

“Subject is embarking on the first test with… food.” She bit her lip, unable to hide a smile. Her cheeks flushed. She cleared her throat. God, I can’t wait to watch this later. “The subject plans to consume whatever is on this tray. Caloric density approximately… twenty-eight hundred for the donuts, another three hundredish for the egg and sausage links. Subject is unlikely to actually be able to consume it all, but we shall see.” She smiled broadly at her webcam—at her future self, who would be dying to watch this later. “At weigh-in earlier, Subject was a hundred and thirty-two pounds. Subject is currently wearing some appropriately comfy clothes: extra stretchy yoga pants, basic tank top. No bra—subject is concerned that would be too restrictive.” She stood and grabbed a spray bottle off her side table. “Subject is commencing downsizing process.” She spritzed herself all over, dousing herself with enough serum that she would hopefully remain tiny for several hours. She sat down beside the tray of food and waited until she finally felt that tickle in her stomach again.

In moments, she was clambering across her comforter, stomach growling. She couldn’t remember how long she’d been dreaming of this. All those cartoons with small characters eating giant food she’d watched, all the fantasies of being small enough that normal food would be huge enough for her to glut herself the way she’d always dreamed… If she hadn’t spent the last several years working on it, she wouldn’t have been able to believe that it was real.

She went to the eggs first. They were exactly how she liked them: soft scrambled, buttery, and filled with cream. She scooped up one tiny handful and filled her mouth with the egg. It was almost impossibly delicious. Being so small, the flavor seemed that much… well, bigger. That first bite was so delicious that almost before she’d swallowed, she was ferrying another fistful of egg to her mouth. Soon after that, she was grabbing at the mound of moist, hot scrambled egg with both hands and ferrying it to her mouth as fast as she could. She only stopped when she could see that she had made a distinct dent in the mound of egg. She didn’t want to fill up on protein too fast. 

Cheeks still bulging as she chewed and swallowed, she moved over to the glazed donut. The scent was glorious. Sure, warm donuts always smelled good, but being able to really smell it as she pressed herself into a donut and lick the gooey, slightly melty glaze off of the warm, fried surface of the donut? It was a wholly different experience.

She pulled back, trying to catch her breath. Her stomach gurgled at the sight and smell of the treat before her. She was going to finish it if it was the last thing she did.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and leaned in to take a massive bite. It was difficult to chew, but absolutely delectable. She felt herself melting. She had to swallow small amounts at a time or risk choking. When she finally finished the massive hunk of donut, she moaned, “Subject is in fucking heaven.” She ripped another piece of the donut off and shoveled it into her mouth, sighing happily through her mouthful of pastry.

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Thirty minutes later, she had made it a third of the way through that first donut. The frenzy of pleasure she’d felt at the start had dissipated, replaced with the simple need to glut herself. Assuming she weighed at the start of this tiny adventure what she usually weighed when she was tiny, she had now eaten approximately half her weight in donut. It showed. 

She’d had to pull down her yoga pants so they sat beneath her bloated stomach. While it wasn’t exactly flat to begin with, it had still had only the slightest outward curve. No one would have ever called her fat. But now? Now she looked ready to give birth to a donut baby. 

She sat down to give herself a break. The sheer amount of sugar running through her veins had begun to make her woozy. But even sitting was too much pressure for her bloated stomach. She laid flat on her back, stomach jutting into the air, rock hard. She caressed it and did her best to take deep breaths, which was quite difficult considering her diaphragm was having trouble expanding. “Subject…. is… quite full…” She grunted and tried to lie on her side, amazed at how heavy her belly was and how far in front of her it stuck out. “Christ. Subject may just explode.” She massaged the crest of her stomach, where it was hardest, trying to massage some gas out of herself and make more room. “That was an overexaggeration… hopefully.” She let out a massive belch. “Subject absolutely overestimated how much food it might be possible to consume. Fantasy can only get you so far.” She continued to massage herself, feeling her stomach throb with each heartbeat. She hiccuped and whined at the jolt of pain it gave her. “Subject is going to take a longer rest than—hic—expected.” Another whine. “Hopefully sleep doesn’t interfere with the serum….”

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Thirty minutes later, she woke up. Her stomach was still bloated enough to make her tank top ride up above her bellybutton, but she felt like she’d gotten a second wind. Blearily, she stood up and waddled back over to her glazed donut. It was no longer warm, but it was still gloriously flaky and sugary. She ripped off a small piece and let it sit on her tongue, sweet as anything. “Subject is ready to finish her attempt.”

This time, she was methodical. She would eat donut until she almost felt she couldn’t anymore. Then, she would move back over to the eggs and sausage and take a few bites, trying to balance out her intake of sugar with some protein so she could maintain enough stamina to gorge like she’d always dreamed of doing. After several trips back and forth, however, it was clear that this setup was rather flawed. Her gut had grown too heavy for her to lug herself back and forth. She wound up jostling herself far too much and nearly making herself sick. In the end, she had to settle on just trying to finish the donut. 

With thirty minutes of her dose of serum left, she plowed her way through the rest of the donut. She had never felt such purpose, such focus outside of her lab. Every bite was painful, miserable, and yet every bite was also bringing her that much closer to absolute bliss. She chewed until her jaw hurt and then chewed some more. She ripped off chunks of the mountainous donut until she felt like her arms would fall off they were so tired. Her hands and face were coated in a thick layer of glaze. Her enormous, bloated belly had grown slick with donut grease and sugar. 

Finally, with five minutes left, she finished.

She could hardly believe it. She could hardly breathe. She very nearly had to roll herself off the tray, crawling on sticky hands and knees to the edge, her gut hanging below her, weighing her down. She crawled over the edge of the tray and then a few extra inches to the side of it, trying to ensure that she wouldn’t end up laying on top of a tray of donuts once the serum wore off.

She breathed heavily as she laid on her back, eyes fluttering. She could barely keep herself awake. But she had to make it until the serum wore off. It would only be another few minutes. She poked and prodded at her belly. It was impossibly taut, so massive she honestly couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe she’d eaten close to three times her weight in giant (well, sort of) donut. She couldn’t believe how stuffed she felt. She couldn’t believe how absolutely, thoroughly blissed out she was. 

A few minutes later, she felt that strange reverse-tickling sensation. She felt herself growing back to her normal size. Well, more like her normal size and then a bit extra. She heaved herself into a standing position. She poked and prodded at herself. Her belly still jutted before her, distended and aching. She hummed one long, happy note as she ran her hand along the crest of her belly. “Subject is quite pleased with the results. More—ahem—tests to come.” 

With that, she ended the recording.