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After shrinking devices started showing up in private use in other countries, the postal service started scanning international mail for altered-scale matter. Sure enough, they found something in a box passing through India from China, postmarked for Dubai and simply labeled "jurunu". It got diverted to the national shrink labs, where it eventually ended up on the desk of some lab technicians who had been previously tasked with how to indefinitely sustain a sample block of shrunken city on the table. Jyoti had managed to hook up a watch battery to their electric grid, so now they had power, and Smita had rigged up a battle cap as a reservoir for their water. Trying to give them food was a little trickier; last time they had sprinkled cooked rice in the street, it looked like they might have squashed a couple people.

Jyoti absent-mindedly grabbed the mystery box from China and cut it open. No point in being delicate, as whatever was inside had probably been smacked around plenty by the postal system. She found a tube of bubble wrap with some Chinese characters, 巨乳女, scribbled on it in marker. Being a little more careful, she unwrapped it to find a shrunken woman, quite alive and rather frightened. She was dressed in simple night clothes, and probably nothing under them, judging by how her proportionately massive breasts swayed as she struggled to right herself in Jyoti's hand.

"What is it?" Smita asked.

"A girl. A Chinese girl."

"Oh, that's terrible. Probably shrunken and abducted to be ransomed off to some rich pervert in Dubai."

"What are we going to do with her? Neither of us speak Chinese."

"Send her back?" Smita suggested. "No. Whoever grabbed her will probably just send her to Dubai again."

"Hey, not so loud." Jyoti said, gesturing to the tall building in front of Smita. "Remember the other day when Rani broke a bunch of windows on another building with her voice?"

"Oh, sorry."

Jyoti sat back down at the table opposite Smita. She still had to figure out how to keep the estimated couple hundred people in those buildings from starving, preferably without crushing them under giant rice grains.

"Put the girl on the table." Smita suggested. "She might be happier among other shrunken people."

Jyoti lifted her hand to the table and slowly tilted it until the tiny Jurunu (whatever that meant) stepped off. Jyoti couldn't help lightly batting one of those giant little boobs with her thumb, just to see if the girl could keep her balance when they swung. Whatever. Silly diversion anyway.

Both Jyoti and Smita had a habit of leaning into the table when they were puzzling through how to accomplish something, and the tiny men of the table towers had a habit of driving to the edge of the table to make suicide grope runs at their breasts when they did. The presence of a topheavy Chinese woman somewhere between their size and normal size didn't seem to deter them from that old habit. They even got bold and took out a helicopter to inspect Smita's chest, which she lightly caught between her fingers, more to silence it as a distraction than anything else. As for the Jurunu, she was still a little shaky on her feet after whatever she had gone through in that cardboard box, and sat down where she could cradle her boobs on the roof of a building.

"I wonder what she'll do to those tiny men after she recovers from her trip."

"I don't know, but I think the little creeps will enjoy it."

"We're too good to them."

Description
After shrinking devices started showing up in private use in other countries, the postal service started scanning international mail for altered-scale matter. Sure enough, they found something in a box passing through India from China, postmarked for Dubai and simply labeled "jurunu". It got diverted to the national shrink labs, where it eventually ended up on the desk of some lab technicians who had been previously tasked with how to indefinitely sustain a sample block of shrunken city on the table. Jyoti had managed to hook up a watch battery to their electric grid, so now they had power, and Smita had rigged up a battle cap as a reservoir for their water. Trying to give them food was a little trickier; last time they had sprinkled cooked rice in the street, it looked like they might have squashed a couple people.

Jyoti absent-mindedly grabbed the mystery box from China and cut it open. No point in being delicate, as whatever was inside had probably been smacked around plenty by the postal system. She found a tube of bubble wrap with some Chinese characters, 巨乳女, scribbled on it in marker. Being a little more careful, she unwrapped it to find a shrunken woman, quite alive and rather frightened. She was dressed in simple night clothes, and probably nothing under them, judging by how her proportionately massive breasts swayed as she struggled to right herself in Jyoti's hand.

"What is it?" Smita asked.

"A girl. A Chinese girl."

"Oh, that's terrible. Probably shrunken and abducted to be ransomed off to some rich pervert in Dubai."

"What are we going to do with her? Neither of us speak Chinese."

"Send her back?" Smita suggested. "No. Whoever grabbed her will probably just send her to Dubai again."

"Hey, not so loud." Jyoti said, gesturing to the tall building in front of Smita. "Remember the other day when Rani broke a bunch of windows on another building with her voice?"

"Oh, sorry."

Jyoti sat back down at the table opposite Smita. She still had to figure out how to keep the estimated couple hundred people in those buildings from starving, preferably without crushing them under giant rice grains.

"Put the girl on the table." Smita suggested. "She might be happier among other shrunken people."

Jyoti lifted her hand to the table and slowly tilted it until the tiny Jurunu (whatever that meant) stepped off. Jyoti couldn't help lightly batting one of those giant little boobs with her thumb, just to see if the girl could keep her balance when they swung. Whatever. Silly diversion anyway.

Both Jyoti and Smita had a habit of leaning into the table when they were puzzling through how to accomplish something, and the tiny men of the table towers had a habit of driving to the edge of the table to make suicide grope runs at their breasts when they did. The presence of a topheavy Chinese woman somewhere between their size and normal size didn't seem to deter them from that old habit. They even got bold and took out a helicopter to inspect Smita's chest, which she lightly caught between her fingers, more to silence it as a distraction than anything else. As for the Jurunu, she was still a little shaky on her feet after whatever she had gone through in that cardboard box, and sat down where she could cradle her boobs on the roof of a building.

"I wonder what she'll do to those tiny men after she recovers from her trip."

"I don't know, but I think the little creeps will enjoy it."

"We're too good to them."