Valerie Bradson absentmindedly scratched at the irritating itch near her ample breasts, her fingers instinctively pinching at the source. To her surprise, she plucked up a pair of tiny, wriggling specks trapped in her grip, barely visible against her skin.
Adjusting her glasses with a frown, she leaned in closer, her breath washing over them like a warm gale. Those insignificant dots… were people! Her own sister Ariel and her friend’s daughter Sarah, now reduced to mere specks of dust, dwarfed by the curves of her body.
Heart pounding, Valerie forced herself to calm down. There had to be others who’d mysteriously shrunk along with them. She set off to search, but it may have already been too late…
A surprise to be sure, even I never would have thought to make A Weekend Alone fanart, myself. I actually quite like the comics, despite how long the series have gotten. Just has quite a lot of tinies getting ated and splatted, my sorta thing.