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Lisa rolled over, holding her head and moaning as she struggled to awaken. She found herself on some kind of thick acrylic-like surface, translucent enough to see thick wood somewhere on the other side. The stuff was thick, at least the width of her hand, and she stared at it in confusion as her eyes rose to follow the curving floor as it rose up to form a wall. Her fear rose along with her gaze as it moved up, up, up to finally end maybe fifteen or twenty feet overhead. An indistinct gray sky hovered beyond.

She got to her knees, trying to will away the dizziness, and the aches and pains from lying on such a hard floor began to subside. Lisa tentatively put out a hand and found the thick Plexiglas-like surface as solid as she feared. Only the barest of distorted shapes could be seen through the wall: an enormous oval object, something straight and yellow, and a towering cylinder of an almost familiar bright red color. Beyond these, something moved, and she heard sounds: rumbling, thunderous, and distant, but impossible to make sense of.

She looked down at herself, searching for injuries, but found none. She still wore the ridiculous red fetish-spy outfit the agency made her put on for the show--a skintight Spandex catsuit, thigh-high canvas boots, and a shiny utility belt like absolutely no secret agent would ever wear. Obviously one of the scientists at the meeting was into James Bond parodies or something--she never had a chance find out. As soon as she arrived, they hustled her off for some kind of "preparation" and put her in a little room, after which the funny lights came on, and then...

Then she woke up here, wherever here might be. "Hello?" she called out weakly. "Is anyone there? Hello?

Nobody answered, but the distant thunder continued, sounding like distorted voices muffled by distance. The white shapes, punctuted by flashes of pink, drew nearer, very quickly occupying the entire curving side of her bowl-like prison. She gulped and tried to calm her racing heart. Whatever those things were, they must be enormous!

One of them moved right up to the far side of the acrylic wall, and suddenly a pink object wrapped itself around the entire bowl. Lisa gasped as the floor and walls moved, lifting her up. Several pink blobs pressed against the walls from outside, and something massive leaned in close, a big brown-and-white sphere framed in a black rectangle that looked so familiar, yet distorted and huge.

The thunderous sounds rumbled all around, making no sense as the sound waves battered her tiny ears. She got to her feet unsteadily, for the floor continued shaking, and put her hands against the wall, pleading with whoever might be out there. "Please!" she yelled desperately. "What's going on? Let me out! Please, you have to let me out...!"

* * * * *

Dr. Henderson stared in amazement at the half-inch high figure pathetically beating on the walls of the plastic specimen cup. "You were right, Hans," he said with a grin. "She still hasn't realized what's been done to her. Well, she'll figure it out soon enough. As you can see, this proves the device will work on just about anyone, don't you think?"

"Sure seems like it," said the other scientist, moving up to take a closer look. "The process doesn't seem to cause any ill effects--other than the dramtic decrease in size, of course. Well, come on, let's get her to the meeting. She should be quite the icing on the cake when we present our findings."

"Indeed she will," agreed the first man, grinning as he covered up the tiny container with a well-ventilated lid, shrouding the hapless Lisa in near darkness. "She came here to put on a show, so let's get the party started!"

(thanks to for advice and encouragement with this pic and story)

Description

Lisa rolled over, holding her head and moaning as she struggled to awaken. She found herself on some kind of thick acrylic-like surface, translucent enough to see thick wood somewhere on the other side. The stuff was thick, at least the width of her hand, and she stared at it in confusion as her eyes rose to follow the curving floor as it rose up to form a wall. Her fear rose along with her gaze as it moved up, up, up to finally end maybe fifteen or twenty feet overhead. An indistinct gray sky hovered beyond.

She got to her knees, trying to will away the dizziness, and the aches and pains from lying on such a hard floor began to subside. Lisa tentatively put out a hand and found the thick Plexiglas-like surface as solid as she feared. Only the barest of distorted shapes could be seen through the wall: an enormous oval object, something straight and yellow, and a towering cylinder of an almost familiar bright red color. Beyond these, something moved, and she heard sounds: rumbling, thunderous, and distant, but impossible to make sense of.

She looked down at herself, searching for injuries, but found none. She still wore the ridiculous red fetish-spy outfit the agency made her put on for the show--a skintight Spandex catsuit, thigh-high canvas boots, and a shiny utility belt like absolutely no secret agent would ever wear. Obviously one of the scientists at the meeting was into James Bond parodies or something--she never had a chance find out. As soon as she arrived, they hustled her off for some kind of "preparation" and put her in a little room, after which the funny lights came on, and then...

Then she woke up here, wherever here might be. "Hello?" she called out weakly. "Is anyone there? Hello?

Nobody answered, but the distant thunder continued, sounding like distorted voices muffled by distance. The white shapes, punctuted by flashes of pink, drew nearer, very quickly occupying the entire curving side of her bowl-like prison. She gulped and tried to calm her racing heart. Whatever those things were, they must be enormous!

One of them moved right up to the far side of the acrylic wall, and suddenly a pink object wrapped itself around the entire bowl. Lisa gasped as the floor and walls moved, lifting her up. Several pink blobs pressed against the walls from outside, and something massive leaned in close, a big brown-and-white sphere framed in a black rectangle that looked so familiar, yet distorted and huge.

The thunderous sounds rumbled all around, making no sense as the sound waves battered her tiny ears. She got to her feet unsteadily, for the floor continued shaking, and put her hands against the wall, pleading with whoever might be out there. "Please!" she yelled desperately. "What's going on? Let me out! Please, you have to let me out...!"

* * * * *

Dr. Henderson stared in amazement at the half-inch high figure pathetically beating on the walls of the plastic specimen cup. "You were right, Hans," he said with a grin. "She still hasn't realized what's been done to her. Well, she'll figure it out soon enough. As you can see, this proves the device will work on just about anyone, don't you think?"

"Sure seems like it," said the other scientist, moving up to take a closer look. "The process doesn't seem to cause any ill effects--other than the dramtic decrease in size, of course. Well, come on, let's get her to the meeting. She should be quite the icing on the cake when we present our findings."

"Indeed she will," agreed the first man, grinning as he covered up the tiny container with a well-ventilated lid, shrouding the hapless Lisa in near darkness. "She came here to put on a show, so let's get the party started!"

(thanks to for advice and encouragement with this pic and story)