In the not too distant future, about next Sunday AD, overpopulation has reached the point where people are paid to be shrunken down to live in comfort in contained biomes. Some companies took this a step further and offered incentives for people to move into biomes that would be converted into jewelry for people to own and care for. Minirals LTD had created a program where people would live in replicas of cities they once called home, in the possession of caring caretakers. There were many precautions in place, but sometimes things go wrong…

Jamie never thought he would be shrunken. Granted, he never thought his entire company would be liquidated. He, his wife, and their eldest son were all stuck with astronomical debt. So, they, like many others, took the easy way out. With the meager remains of their savings, they could afford a comfortable space in a Minirals piece. They’d known of Minirals for a while, Jamie’s wife Gloria had even considered purchasing one less than a year earlier. They would be among the thousands in this overcrowded world to agree to be shrunken down into a tiny city inserted into a jewel. They also would have their debts forgiven for moving into the piece, so Jamie, Gloria, his eldest son Miguel signed the family up for the program, including the younger twins, Sophia and Carlos, as they had not turned 18 yet, despite it only being two weeks away. Naturally the twins were upset, Sophia especially angry at leaving her girlfriend Isebella, whom she called Izzy. Granted, Izzy had graduated the year earlier and her family had sent her to a very prestigious school in Spain. 

The family of five awoke and found themselves in a beautiful hacienda that overlooked a beautiful blue lagoon. They were on the border of a large and flourishing city that was a recreation of a long gone coastal community. Perhaps the piece was intended to be sold to a wealthy aristocrat who longed for the simpler times and wanted a ring to remind her of said times? Speaking of, when the family looked up, they could see a beautiful blue sky that was somewhat translucent. Had they been less lucky it could have been a red or green sky, but they were selected for a piece that resembled a sapphire. Whenever the tinies in the coastal paradise looked up, they could see the underside of the display cabinet they were in. Occasionally, one of the well-manicured women behind the counter would pick up the box containing them and a massive woman’s face would examine them with a modicum of curiosity. After two weeks of being a curious bauble to be browsed by Brobdingnagian beauties, it was the twins' birthday. The reluctant, newly eighteen-year-olds were melancholy about their situation. Despite the celebration in their new comfortable home, the pair were aware that had their parents and brother waited a few weeks before agreeing to this, they’d be free instead of trapped in a gem. This was also the night they were bought. 

The light seemed much brighter and harsher through the gemmed dome of their home as they awoke the next morning. The tinies had gathered in the town square and were all looking to the sky. They no longer saw the familiar trappings of the jewelry store. Instead it was the sky, the real sky filtered through their dome. Sophia was neither amused nor interested. She hated the thought of some old bitty having bought their homes. That was when her phone pinged for the first time in weeks. This was odd. The only one who should be able to access any of their phones was their new owners. She looked at the message. It was Izzy. Her heart leapt as she read the message and their world moved. 

“Look up, little one.”

Sophia rushed outside and looked up at the sky. Through the tinted dome she could see the world moving rapidly until a pair of breasts the size of planets soared by, followed by an elegant tanned neck, full plump lips, and finally a pair of deep brown eyes with a mischievous twinkle in them. Another message. 

“Heard what happened. Still want my girl. No matter how small. You always loved my navel piercing. Now you ARE my navel piercing!” 

Those giant lips puckered and kissed the domed city before her eyes winked and the gem was once again moved down her body, before the belly button piercing they were housed in was set in place. Izzy’s massive fingers reached down and tapped the gem dome, leaving fingerprints smears from her tanning oil as she laid back on her lounging chair beside the pool of her parent’s estate. She was content that she had her little love with her, forever. 

As was previously said, sometimes things go wrong,terribly wrong. This is an instance where they went terribly right, at least for one girl and her giant love.

Carl Wilson was a man of great means. He preferred the finer things in life. With his money he could have any woman he desired. Well, nearly any woman. There was only one woman whom he viewed as worthy of his attention and wealth, a streamer named “Claire the Faire” named such for her silky blonde hair and flawless complexion. She started out as a gamer but spent more of her time taunting and teasing her fans. She then transitioned to being a lifestyle vlogger once her fans started sending more donations. She began dabbling in some online sex work, mainly doing customs and commissions where she taunted and teased people, maybe showed off her feet or some sideboob, but kept things classy in Carl’s opinion. Unlike that crass and crude creature Evie Reve, whom she interacted with. Carl loved Claire. He was enamored with her, completely head over heels for her. He was her biggest fan and certainly her biggest donor. Her most devoted worshiper. He hated Claire’s friend Evie the most. Evie did not keep things classy, instead she made dirty jokes and dirty films. While Claire dabbled in some tasteful teasing and eroticism, Evie was straight up making porn at this point. Evie even had the audacity to try and dye her hair to look like Claire, a pale platinum imitation. Even her voice annoyed Carl, but he’d tolerate her presence if it meant seeing Claire on the screen. He wanted to get closer to his goddess. To the point of taking rash actions. 

Claire caught his attention one day when during a stream she brought up the Gems of the World series from Minirals. She teased the audience by saying she’d love to own a ring containing her most devoted fans, but the jewelry was rather expensive because it was so new. 

“Still, a girl can dream,” she giggled before signing off for the night. 

Carl decided to make her dream a reality, though it wouldn’t be a ring full of her fans, just her most devoted. Just him. One of the unique benefits he enjoyed by being her top donor online is that he was allowed to direct message Claire, and he did so with his offer. His fortune was gifted to her on a monthly basis for the rest of her life, as well as him inside of a ring custom made for her finger. He would be closer to her than anyone else. 

Claire jumped at the opportunity, amazed by his generosity, he was sure. He contacted Minirals to have a solo piece made. It was to be a black onyx enclosure (her favorite gemstone) and he would have a one way connection to the app on her phone, allowing them to communicate. She can control the conditions in his enclosure, including granting him wifi when he was near her phone. Naturally, she loved it, because it was from him (or so he told himself). He had a comfortable two story home with a pond outfront that could barely be seen through the dark gemstone exterior, but (and this was a secret he kept to himself) that opaqueness only worked one way. From his perspective, he would have a perfect, unobstructed view of everything she did as the sky was perfectly clear. Some Miniral pieces could simulate a fake sky, but he wanted every moment of his day to be spent staring at his goddess. And so it was… for a few weeks. 

Claire was a very vapid girl. She loved teasing and doting on the little ring, wearing it every day for a month. For the first week she kept it on at all times, even during some inappropriate moments, giving Carl views of some of the grosser parts of a person’s day. He realized he should have expected it but did not take personal hygiene into account when he requested a one way transparent dome. He became very acquainted with her self-care routine. He wondered if she was doing it as a display of power? Perhaps rewarding his devotion with intimacy? Claire would wake up and tap the gem with a finger to wake Carl, and then give it a big kiss, her lips staining the sky for a few minutes. He would then message her on the app to wish her a good morning. After a week she stopped doing this and started leaving his ring in a jewelry box at night.. After two weeks she stopped addressing Carl at all. He messaged her daily, waiting for a response. After four weeks, she deleted the app from her phone. Carl suddenly had no way of reaching out to her. He spent more and more time in the box. He had no chance of communicating with the outside world. He was entirely dependent on Claire remembering him. 

Because that is what happened, Claire forgot about him. She had grown bored of him. He thought he was precious to her, but unlike some true goddesses, she didn’t really care about her devoted little Carl. She used his money to make her own piece from Minirals. She commissioned a toe ring that she could let devoted fans pay to live in for a few days at a time. She would take the ring, mail it to Minirals, and they would send it back with her new worshipers. She called it her Tiny Timeshare. Through this all, she was still receiving money from the trust Carl set up for her. It amused her that he did not put any safeguards for himself in place when making this arrangement. 

It was six months before Carl’s ring was taken out of its box. The blinding light flooded into his enclosure, as he did not opt for any protections from such occurrences because he did not want anything to obstruct himself from his goddesses actions. Only it wasn’t his goddess who was looking down on him. Instead it was the blue eyes and streaky, cheaply-dyed blonde hair of Evie. Fucking Evie. He heard her shrill voice echo through the piece, Carl also wanted to be able to hear everything his goddess said, so all sounds from outside the piece were amplified through speakers inside. 

“Claire, you knew how much I loved this ring! Onyx is my favorite! I’m never taking it off, I swear!” Evie shouted in glee as she put the ring on her finger, giving Carl a brief glimpse of a smuggly smiling Claire before the sky was dominated by the heavily made up face of Evie. Carl briefly recalled Claire mentioning that she did not like him disparaging her best friend. Was this a punishment? 

“Oh yeah? It’s nothing special, just a ring some creep sent me.” Claire replied with a shrug. Creep? Nothing? Oh god, Carl realized, she didn’t tell Evie that this was a Minirals piece, or that he was in the ring!

It soon felt like a punishment. Evie was true to her word, she nearly constantly wore the ring, no matter what she was doing. Including when she was filming for her booming porn career. Claire had lovely feet, Evie was envied for her lovely hands and made them the focus of her films. 

Carl got a front row seat to Evie’s daily masturbation streams, finding himself going in and out of the most private part of this woman he reviled. All of the squelching and moaning sounds amplified by the speakers, the sights unavoidable. He was front and center and covered in seed for every handjob she gave a random guy in a video. He was no longer on the finger of a goddess, instead it was the knuckle of a demon. Someone for whom he was unwillingly devoted.

A counterpoint to the story of Carl Wilson. Here we find a young woman named Marie Montreau who was incredibly infatuated with her Goddess, Mistress Caroline. They had maintained a close sub and dom relationship for years, evolving beyond the typical level of findom and financial fulfillment to a level of an almost spiritual connection. Both were beautiful and ravishing women, each worthy of worship in their own rights, but to Marie, all else should pay fealty to Mistress Caroline. With the advent of Minirals Gems of the World, Marie even had countless offers to shrink down into pieces to adorn her body, but while the offers seemed tempting, she wanted to experience that closeness, that commitment with her Goddess. For her, Caroline was perfection incarnate. Smokey eyes, perfect complexion with or without makeup, and silky raven hair. Beyond that, there was her personality, strong, quick-witted, and compassionate. For Caroline, Marie would do anything, give anything, because She deserved it and she had it to give to Her. 

Caroline considered this request, this offer carefully. She wanted her dear submissive to be sure what her offer entailed. She would completely own her. She already owned her in spirit, but She would truly own her in body at this point. Marie assured her Goddess that this was what she wanted. This way she would be with her Goddess at all times, entirely at Her mercy and pleasure. Caroline agreed with a smile. From that point on, it was a simple matter of commissioning Minirals for a custom piece. The gem was designed to be multi-use. It could adorn a ring as an inset, measured for Caroline’s ring finger, it could be transferred to an earring or as a fixture to whatever piercing Caroline would like, be it ones she currently has or considered getting. 

Marie chose a similar design as Carl Wilson, albeit far more tasteful and less gaudy. The walls of her home were transparent, the dome a one way material, so that she could always see the actions of her Goddess and pay reverence. Unlike Carl, Marie made sure that Caroline was aware of it. In fact, Caroline insisted on it. She wanted her little submissive to get the most of her investment and be able to worship Her at all times. 

Within a few short weeks, Marie was in a tasteful diamond ring, adorning the finger of her Goddess. Later in the evening, she was an earring, then other piercings saved for more private moments. Caroline never forgot or took her for granted, She enjoyed the sense of constant devotion and worship that She received from Her little friend. Every morning She would wake Her little worshiper up with a kiss on the gemmed dome, or the radiant sounds of Her voice. 

Caroline would smile down at the ring each time she noticed it on Her finger, a reminder of Her little worshiper. After a week of admiring Her new living jewelry, Caroline transferred the gem to an earstud, hoping to give Her little friend a different view. For Marie, seeing the world her Goddess inhabited from a more stable and now vertical position was an interesting perspective change. She felt as though she were almost seeing the world through her Goddess’s eyes. After that, she was moved to a septum piercing, the gem hanging and swaying slightly between the Goddess’s nostrils. Marie swore she could almost feel the vibrations of her Goddess’s diving voice, though knew the stabilizers in the dome would protect her from such things. She could still hear everything Caroline said, if Caroline willed it. If Caroline wanted privacy, She could mute the audio for Marie. Caroline planned to go to the beach soon. She wondered if She should put Marie’s gem in a navel piercing. Regardless, both were very happy with their arrangements. Both were happy in this act of true devotion.

In the not too distant future, overpopulation has reached the point where people are paid to be shrunken down to live in comfort in contained biomes. Some companies took this a step further and offered incentives for people to move into biomes that would be converted into jewelry for people to own and care for. Minirals LTD had created a program where people would live in replicas of cities they once called home, in the possession of caring caretakers. There were supposed to be many precautions in place, but sometimes things go wrong…

“This city is such a pain in the ass,” Del muttered as she gripped the worn plastic strap hanging down from the roof of the overcrowded train car. An overcrowded train in an overcrowded city. Everything was overcrowded these days. It almost made her want to move into one of those Minirals “pieces” that had been growing in popularity lately. Almost. A rude woman, who would conservatively be described as gaudy, shoved past Del, almost knocking her over had she not been holding onto the strap. People like that are why Del would never consider reduction, no matter the supposed benefits Minirals and the government offered. They would waive the debts of people in exchange for moving to the pieces. Half this city would end up in a piece at this point, she reflect with a grim smirk. Despite the escape from the stresses of her life, she would hate to be stuck in a ring on the finger or toe of that rude, gaudy bitch. She straightened some loose brown hair that had slipped into her face after the rude collision. 

Del worked hard and was almost out of this hellhole that she hated. She was better than this place and she knew it. She had the brains, and at 5’10, with long brown hair, and a fit but voluptuous figure, she definitely had the body. She just wanted to get both brains and body out of this city before it runs them down. Her train stopped and she stepped out onto the platform and then into the city proper. It was overcrowded and depressed. She trudged down main street to her job working in a jewelry store. She walked inside, noting a new display of Miniral pieces. Three of her neighbors have already moved out of the building and agreed to be shrunk into a “Paradise Piece '' in exchange for having their debts forgiven and avoiding the debtors' prisons. They said they’d be moving to a tropical paradise, not unlike the ones on display here. She leaned down and looked at the pieces, a ring, a necklace and pair of earrings, all a deep blue. She wondered if her former neighbors were in one of these looking up at her right now. She pursed her lips in a sarcastic kiss at the little losers in the display before quickly sticking her tongue out at them. 

While she’d never move into a piece like this, she couldn’t deny that she recognized the appeal of owning one. She’d be a massive goddess, literally holding lives in the palm of her hand, or her cleavage, or the lobe of her ear. Or… other places if she could find a way to relocate the gems without damaging them. There were some safeguards in place to prevent such things, but she knew there had to be a way around them. Her asshole of a boss shouted at her to stop gawking and get set up for her shift. Maybe she could talk him into letting her model the pieces on the sales floor, that way she could feel the power, just for a moment. She almost had enough money saved up to move away, but maybe she could dip into it for a piece of her own? Eh, who was she kidding. She’d never be able to own one of these. 

Several years later…

Del had moved on and actually lived in a nice apartment in a cleaner and more prosperous city. She’d gone back to school and gotten a degree in media management, landing a job at a firm that rapidly grew in success. Coincidentally, one of their biggest clients was the parent company of Minirals LTD.. The best part of her new situation to her was how spacious things were here. She was thrilled to not feel like she was being constantly crammed up someone's ass, metaphorically speaking, as she was in her old city. Speaking of, she had been on the lookout for finally acquiring a Minirals piece of her own and had learned that they had started a “Cities of the World'' series in which they gave the poor and downtrodden of particular cities the chance to be shrunken down and moved into more spacious and cleaner recreations of their home cities. Due to the increasing debts in the world, thousands, maybe even millions were signing up for the opportunity. The recreations were near perfect, each containing thousands of people. Which also meant that they weren’t cheap. She was surprised to see that a recreation of her former home city had been created and would go up for sale soon. Del was in a much more prosperous situation now, but still lived fairly frugally. Still, what was the purpose of gaining wealth if not to indulge certain desires from time to time. 

For the people who had moved into the piece, it was indeed a great change. Sure, some of them were hesitant to be shrunken down and placed in a piece of jewelry, but at the same time, they didn’t want to go to a debtor’s prison and end up working on a farm or doing other menial labor. Here at least, all of their needs would be met and they would have much nicer and spacious accommodations due to the city being fabricated by replicant printers as were their needs being provided for through synthesizers. The same company that owned Minirals held the patents for all this technology, so it was a pittance for them to make miniaturized versions of it for the well-being of their tiny charges. They also got a great kickback from the government for helping with the population and poverty crisis.

Their piece was set as the centerpiece of a large necklace, with a dome that resembled rose quartz. Though they knew the app that their eventual purchaser would possess could alter that, as would it give them access to communicating with the outside world. Some of the men who were in the city had seen stories about how some attractive models would allow the inhabitants of their pieces to take and post photos of them as they wore the jewelry. For now, they sat bored in a box, then a display case. Then for a brief photoshoot, they were around the neck of a model who claimed to be from the city, resting just above her cleavage, which filled part of their skies. Then back in a display case. Then back in a box. Their lives moved on as they barely paid attention to the outside world. Finally, the day came when they were roughly dumped out of the jewelry box into the hand of their new owner. A young woman in her early thirties who looked down at them with a mix of smug satisfaction, contempt and lust. A few people in the city felt they recognized this woman. Was she an occupant of the original city? The perspective of their sky changed as she placed the necklace around her neck.

Del took a few pictures of herself in her nicest business clothes modeling the inch and a half wide gem that now hung from her neck. 14,000 people hung just over her breasts. The thought off that alone caused the heart beneath said breasts to beat with excitement. She could close her hand around them and seal them entirely in darkness. She knew that the streetlights of the city would account for that, but ignored it for now. All of these people were entirely at her mercy. She looked at the app on her phone which would allow her to address or interact with these people, and which was the only thing that would allow them to interact with the world. She saw a stream of posts from the tiny people flooding their recently dormant social media accounts. Some thought she looked familiar, others found her to be attractive. She smirked at that. Of course she was attractive. Still, she did not want pictures of her face posted online, especially not with what she had in mind for them. So she muted them. As in she blocked their access to the wider world. It was a privacy feature that prevented people from posting unwanted things about their new owners. They were still trying to post. The various communiques to the outside world existing in limbo. Only the people who were calling those on the outside noticed that their connection to the world was cut off. 

Del took the necklace off and walked over to an array of tools laid out on her desk, along with her favorite toy. She had picked up a few tricks working for that asshole jeweler and planned to use them. Speaking of, she had heard his shop went under. She wondered briefly if that pain in the ass was shrunken down in this piece with all of the other pains in her ass from her time there. Had she looked through the social media posts piling up that she refused to let out into the world, she would see that he was indeed in the gem. And he recognized her. And he was scared. 

Using the skills she leaned from him, as well as patience brought about from years of dreaming of this, she carefully removed the gem containing the tiny city from its housing in the necklace. It was not an easy process and the average person lacking specialized tools would not be able to do this. She smiled when she saw the tiny battery that powered this entire microscopic city. It was strong enough to power the tiny city and its protective features for centuries. With the flick of her fingernail she could remove it and cast them into darkness. No power. No synthesizers creating infinite food. No inertia dampeners preventing her movements from affecting their tiny world. The thought was very tempting. However, that was not her goal. She wanted them to experience this for the rest of their lives. Or at least until she grew bored of them.

She gripped her favorite toy in her hand and looked at it. It was a remote-controlled vibrating buttplug. She used it so often that sometimes she’d forget she had it in. It was perfect for this. With specialized tools, she set the gaudy gem into the coupler she had set on the base of the buttplug. After a half hour of work, it was secured. She picked it up and smiled down at her handiwork. A perfect recreation of the city she hated, filled with the assholes that were pains in her ass. Now about to pleasure her ass. She tilted it in her hand, causing their sky to be filled with a hectic and distorted view of her bedroom. She then shook it violently for good measure to make sure the gem wouldn’t come loose. After all, it’ll be doing a lot of vibrating soon. She smiled and opened up the app, activating the option that allowed her to address her little captives. 

“Hey,” her voice boomed out of every video and audio capable device in the city. “Some of you may know me, but I don’t really care. You were all such pains in the ass to be around. So, now, I think it’s time for you to bring some pleasure to my ass instead. I know you guys were excited to be a necklace or whatever, but your new home is far more appropriate.”

She positioned her phone camera and picked up the buttplug with the city attached and waved it to the camera. She then leaned down, stuck her tongue out and gave a long lick to the gem, blocking out their sky for a moment. She then wet the actual plug portion of the toy with her tongue, something she’d never normally do, but she wanted to give them a show, and intimidate them. She pulled the toy out of her mouth with a wet plop. 

“Consider yourselves lucky. I could have stuck you on the part that actually goes inside my ass.” This was a lie of course, but still it was fun to scare them. “Welcome to the rest of your lives. I’ll be sure to give you some light. Some.”

With that she lowered her phone and positioned the camera so that it was between her legs. She then winked at it as she lowered the buttplug with their gem attached between her thick, fit thighs, to her firm cheeks, which she spread with her free hand. She clenched unintentionally as she slid the plug inside of herself, sighing with relief as she felt it settle. She looked at herself in the camera, and at the tiny people.

She could see the city between her cheeks. It was so small. Her ass looked so beautiful and powerful with them there. She grabbed the remote for the vibrator and turned it on. A sharp gasp and slight moan escaped her lips as she bobbed her hips in pleasure. Her fingers found their way to her clit as she began to pleasure herself as she continued her broadcast. She had a moment of embarrassment at the thought of what she was showing 14,000 people, but at the same time… they were up her ass. She increased the power of the vibration and began to buck her hips. 

For the people inside of the gem, it was panic and chaos. Their sky was filled with the bottom of her cheeks and the sides of her magnificent thighs. In the distance they could see the camera filming them. Every device in the city was broadcasting this. Her moans echoed in every building. As her pleasure picked up, the view from their sky was disorienting and sickening. Sure, they couldn’t feel what was happening but the view was chaotic. Her juices started to drop down, smearing their view through a slimy filter. 

Finally , she climaxed. One of the biggest and most climactic of climaxes. She lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. She leaned up, her ass closing around them, sealing them in darkness as she stopped broadcasting and deleted the app. She had no need to ever address them again. She was content, knowing that THEY knew exactly where they were. 

She wore them regularly, enjoying the knowledge that they knew where they were trapped. She reveled in the power and the humiliation she wrought. The only time the tiny, scared people saw natural light was when she spread her thighs while enjoying herself in her free time, or if she intentionally spread her magnificent cheeks to taunt them and remind them of where they were. If she walked around her home in the nude, light would flicker in and out through the movements of her grinding ass cheeks, causing the automatic streetlights of the city to flicker on and off. When they weren’t with her, they were in a box. She even considered loaning them out to a friend to unknowingly use. The idea was growing more tantalizing by the day. But no, these people were her pains in the ass, and now she enjoyed them. 

Nearly a year after she took them, she lazed about in her bed on a quiet Saturday morning, she considered removing the covers, spreading her cheeks and letting them enjoy the morning sun. Let them enjoy the natural light that she granted them, as she enjoyed her power over them. After all, even assholes deserve some enjoyment

Sarah rarely went in for trends, but with the Minirals Gems of the World, she was willing to make an exception. An avid outdoors enthusiast she was delighted to find a piece featuring a recreation of a sizable city nestled in a lovely mountain valley. The piece was billed as a luxury ski resort and contained about 10,000 people. The piece was much cheaper than most of the shrunken biomes. Apparently she would have to bring this one back to be inspected and so its residents could rotate out at least once every two months. She would even get a decent sized stipend if the residents enjoyed themselves.  After a background check, a look at her personal history, and a Minirals agent approved of her, of course. These were guests of hers and Minirals, the sales rep emphasized, not possessions.

This was perfect as she could not afford one otherwise. Most Minirals pieces were a permanent arrangement, often people who booked a lifetime stay in a luxury piece to avoid going to a debtors camp or to escape the overcrowded monotony of the real world. Sarah bought the Gem because the small diamond enclosure was exactly what she was looking for, a nose stud. So within an hour of seeing it, Sarah’s lightly sun-kissed and freckled face sported a wide grin and a new nose stud on the side of her right nostril. 

That night, after showering,, Sarah gazed into the mirror, marveling at how the miniature city adorned her nose. Suddenly, she found herself lost in a daydream, imagining herself as a colossal giantess, towering over the tiny inhabitants of the city. In her fantasy, Sarah gently leaned closer, her breath causing miniature winds to rustle through the microscopic streets. Peering down with awe, she watched as the tiny citizens scurried about, going about their daily lives, unaware of her immense presence above.

She snapped out of her light fantasy as her gaze drifted from the gem in her nose to her bare breasts reflected in the mirror. She quickly blushed in embarrassment and snatched a towel to cover herself. 

“Hope you lot enjoyed the free show,” She said to her reflection, before trying to focus on the Gem at the tip of her nose. She found herself going cross eyed as she did. She looked back at the mirror and puckered her lips to blow a kiss to the 8,391 people currently in her nose piercing. 

As Sarah continued to gaze into the mirror, the tiny city seemed to come alive before her eyes. She imagined herself as the protector of this tiny civilization, marveling at the intricacies of its miniature architecture and the bustling activity of its diminutive inhabitants. The diamond dome was somewhat translucent and she could see the outline of the city in the mountains if she squinted hard enough. She couldn’t see the individual people, but she knew they could see her if they looked up. She took in her own appearance in the mirror. 

Sarah, was what people would call a tomboy and was told she exudes an effortless blend of strength, independence, and charm. Standing at an average height with a sturdy build, she possessed an athletic physique honed by her love for outdoor adventures. Her tousled chestnut hair was cut short, slightly longer than a pixie cut, for now it was mussed up from her toweling it off. Her face sported a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her hazel eyes shown brightly with curiosity and mischief as she gazed at the tiny city atop the tip of her nose.

In her growing fantasy, Sarah envisioned herself as a gentle giantess, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of life within the shrunken city. She imagined reaching out with her colossal hands, offering protection and guidance to the tiny citizens who looked up at her with awe and reverence. She shook her head, water spraying the mirror. She smirked as she wondered how chaotic a view that must be for the tinies. While always a kind person, she felt a growing sense of protectiveness towards her guests. Guests who could see every facet of her life by looking up in the sky. 

“Nosey tinies” she giggled as she left the bathroom.

Mark, a guest of the shrunken city nestled within Sarah's nose stud, found himself living a life of wonder and excitement unlike any he could imagine. Every day since his company had booked this retreat, Mark ventured out into the streets of the city, marveling at the intricate architecture and vibrant energy that surrounded him. From his perspective, even the simplest tasks took on a sense of grandeur, as he navigated the city's streets. From his perspective, the world around him was a thriving resort nestled near a set of mountains with the greatest ski slopes in the world. In reality he was too small to see with the naked eye, and the town was nestled in a gem barely three centimeters wide. He loved looking up out the translucent dome at the world around them. This dome was nearly perfectly clear as it provided a fairly unobstructed view of the new hostess as she purchased them. He sat on the balcony of his room as he watched her go about her day. The perspective and absurd scale of everything was fascinating to him. 

The world rocketed by at obscene speeds, yet he could still make most of it out. In six weeks he would be back out there in the real world, but for now he was in Sarah’s world. That was the name the city had been told belonged to their new hostess. Unlike most Miniral Pieces, the location of this nose stud would be heavily monitored and tracked. She did not own it per say, more of a leasing arrangement. This meant that in six weeks, the residents of her nasal adornment would leave and a new batch would be miniaturized. This way, the wealthy such as his company could experience the amenities and thrill of being the possession of a giant without any actual risk. Though they still had to sign numerous waivers. 

Nearly all activity in the tiny resort town stalled as everyone looked up in the sky to see Sarah’s fit, nude body. She was fit, athletic. He was never a romantic or religious, but she truly looked like a goddess. A fun, free-spirited and playful goddess. 

As the sun rose over the horizon, signaling the beginning of a new day, Sarah awoke with a sense of anticipation. Today was the day she had planned to embark on a hiking adventure with some friends, and she eagerly prepared herself for the journey ahead. She debated telling them about her new purchase, but was going to wait and see if anyone noticed. If they did, she would play it off as no big deal, though it constantly dominated her thoughts. 

“Oh? This old thing? It’s just a high end ski resort. It only has about 8,000 people in it.”

Sure, she’d say something like that, she smirked to herself as she brushed her teeth. She looked at the nose ring in the mirror and grinned, wiggling her nose a bit at her own reflection. She always found her nose to be her cutest feature. 

Meanwhile, in the shrunken city nestled within Sarah's piercing, Mark began his day much like any other. He emerged from his room, greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling streets. As he and some of his friends from the office made their way through the city, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement in the air- a feeling that seemed to permeate every corner of the miniature world in which he was staying. Everyone was excited to see what the titaness would do with them. He kept looking up at the dome as he rode the ski lift up the summit of the mountain. Every day the snow was perfect. He completely forgot about the expensive perfection he was paying for as Sarah was once again looking at herself in the mirror, she winked at the mirror and pulled her top off, letting her gaze and the gazes of thousands of tinies linger on her nude form. Mark lingered so long on her heavenly form that he missed the stop on the ski lift and rode it back down the mountain. Twice. 

As Sarah set out on her hiking adventure, her footsteps echoed through the surrounding forest, sending vibrations rippling through the earth. She imagined that each step she took sent gentle tremors through the shrunken city atop her nose, causing buildings to sway and tiny inhabitants to scurry for cover. Silly tinies, she would never hurt them, she thought with a smile. As the day wore on, Sarah and her friends trekked through the rugged terrain, pausing occasionally to admire the breathtaking views that surrounded them. Sarah was a little disappointed that neither of the girls she was with even mentioned her new piercing. She felt awkward bringing it up herself, what would she say? “Oh, Margot, Kady, I brought 8,000 friends along!”

Still, as they set up camp atop a ridge facing a beautiful summer sunset, Sarah forgot about her little inhabitants enjoying a perpetual winter wonderland on her snout. Margot was frying up some bacon behind her, causing her sniffer to twitch, shaking Mark’s view of the sunset that he was also trying to enjoy. 

As the night descended upon the world, Sarah retired to her cozy little tent and laid down in her comfy sleeping bag, only closing the transparent mesh flap, so she could enjoy the view of the stars. She looked at the slightly distorted view of the sky and wondered if that compared with how her tinies saw the world. She idly reached up and flicked the gemstone a little bit, before rubbing it with her right index finger. She tapped it lightly, booping her own nose. 

“Boop. Good night.”

As Sarah drifted off to sleep, her gentle breathing caused her nose to flare and twitch with each deep inhale and exhale. Mark lay in his own bed watching the distorted sky rise and fall with each of her breaths. Earlier that evening he had climbed to the tallest mountain peak here and looked out at the expanse of her lightly freckled nose. Each freckle was larger than the entire city. He could just catch a glimpse of her thick eyelashes and radiant eyes, though the perspective was a bit distorted. 

Mark imagines what it’d be like to see more of Sarah at this scale. He wondered if she’d ever consider getting more Gems of the World in the future. It had only been two days, but he could honestly see himself living in one of her pieces permanently. A few guys had joked about how large and unsightly her pores were or how gross it was when a bit of her sweat had beaded onto the piercing as she hiked. He loved all of it. It was natural. Like the natural world she enjoyed. 

Mark enjoyed his time at the resort and was sad when it ended. Roughly a year after being restored to his natural size Mark was walking into the new gym he had joined. They had a great rock wall that he loved to use. He wasn’t paying attention when he bumped into a short woman with chestnut hair. 

“Oh, excuse me,” she said, looking up. She was barely five feet tall, compared to his six foot three inches. 

“What?” She asked, caught off guard by his odd look. He was staring at her nose stud. “Is there something on my face?” She roughly wiped her sweaty nose with the back of her gloved hand, rubbing it over the shrunken resort adorning her nostril. 

“Uh, sorry. Uh, no. Nothing” He stammered, caught off guard. 

“Kay,” she replied as she grabbed a towel and headed towards the locker room. “I just finished teaching a climbing class, so I uh… I’m gonna go.”

“S-Sarah?” He blurted out. She paused and turned back, inquisitively. 

“Yeah?” She asked, “Have we met?”

There was an awkward silence for a moment as she wiped the beading sweat off of her nose with the back of her climbing glove. She rubbed the gem for a moment as had become a habit before realization dawned on her. 

“No!” She said, her eyes growing wide. “No way!”

“Yeah, I was uh… I was there when you bought it.”

She rushed towards him and hugged him tight with a bounce and a giggle, not worried about her dampness or smell. As far as she was concerned they had been intimate enough already to where he'd better not complain about her smell. She released him and looked up with wonder and excitement. 

“You have to tell me everything!”

And so he did. Then she asked him to meet for a cup of coffee. They’ve been dating for two years ever since. It was a very good cup of coffee. The only time they were not together was when he was even closer to her. In one of the many piercings and rings she ended up purchasing from Minirals. Apparently her active lifestyle and outgoing personality made her a popular choice for Minirals Vacations and Excursions. Mark didn’t complain in the slightest that at any time his girlfriend may have 100,000 people on her body. In fact, he quite enjoyed being one of them, in every sense of the word. In fact, he was looking at getting a Minirals ring to propose with and perhaps live part time in.