A request for MisterDuwang on DeviantArt, featuring his OCs Nova Satou and Hestia Azuka.

Nova goes to the movies, and takes brings a shrunken Hestia along as contraband.

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It was Saturday afternoon and Stannis Theater was bustling. A long line stood before the ticket booth, one which grew no shorter no matter how many people left it with their tickets in hand. Inside the booth the ticket seller worked like a machine, hands moving with expert dexterity to take the moviegoers’ money and hand them the tickets to their desired movie, which almost invariably turned out to be the latest blockbuster superhero movie, Termite Man.

He worked automatically, paying little attention to any of the moviegoers, until one particular girl stepped in front of his booth. There was nothing peculiar about her appearance, save perhaps her bright green eyes—only her expression aroused his suspicion. There was a guilty look to her eyes, which flicked about furtively, and there was something strange in the way she kept adjusting her shirt.

“Two... uh... O-one ticket for Termite Man! P-please,” The girl said, her hesitation raising even more suspicion. Still, he hesitated only a moment before taking her money. She was probably just sneaking in a candy bar; not something worth holding up the line over. “Here you go, Miss; have a nice day,” he said, handing her the ticket. She thanked him, then headed into the theater. He gave her one last glance as she slipped past the doors before attending to the next customer.

“Three tickets for Termite Man, please.”
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No sooner had Nova Satou entered the theater than she hurried right into the ladies’ room. The facilities were bustling, but thankfully there were two empty stalls—one in the corner and the one next to it. She hurriedly slipped into the corner stall and sat down on the closed lid.

Tugging on the neck of her shirt, Nova exposed the piece of contraband she’d smuggled in with her—not a candy bar as the ticket seller had thought, but her friend, Hestia Azuka. Lacking the money for a movie ticket, Hestia had pleaded for Nova to use her powers—ones which allowed her to temporarily change the form of anything she touched—to shrink her down and sneak her into the theater for free. Compelled by her friend’s persistence, Nova eventually agreed, despite her better judgement. Now Hestia lay prone atop Nova’s breast, blinking against the sudden influx of light as she looked up at her friend’s looming face. “Hey!” Nova whispered at her. “Quit squirming around down there!”

“It’s not my fault I keep sliding off! There’s nothing to hold on to down here. You’re just so... flat,” Hestia said, her lips widening in a playful smirk.

“You ungrateful little...” Nova cut off the rest of her sentence. “Look, just roll over so you can grab on to the fabric of my shirt. That way you won’t slide off anymore.”

“Oh yeah, nice thinking,” Hestia said as she did what Nova suggested.

“Be quiet now. And try not to squirm so much.” Nova lowered her shirt, covering up the tiny Hestia again. She flushed the toilet, then went out and washed her hands just as if she’d really used the restroom. Going back to the lobby, she got some popcorn and a soda, then with five minutes left until the start of the movie she went to find her seat.

The theater room was almost full, and with little choice on the matter, Nova slipped into a seat near the back corner. As she sat down, she felt Hestia start to squirm again, and glanced down to see a tiny head poking out above her shirt’s neckline. Nova raised a hand to her neck and, pretending to scratch an itch, poked Hestia back under the shirt. There she remained for a whole two minutes, until the lights dimmed and the first trailer started playing; then she tried to crawl out again, only for Nova to pin her down before she could get anywhere. Not until Hestia stopped moving did Nova feel it safe to remove her hand again. After that she was mercifully still.

Once the movie started, Nova tapped on her friend to let her know it was safe to come out. Hestia shimmied her shirt up until she was head and shoulders above the neckline and settled there as best she could. Nova grabbed a small handful of popcorn and brought it up to her mouth, saving one from the bunch and handing it to Hestia, who grabbed it and started munching on it.

Hestia was very much into the movie, paying no mind to anything going on around her. Nova, on the other hand, just couldn’t focus on it. She felt like at any minute someone would turn around, spot the tiny girl in her shirt, and alert the theater staff. The slightest sound or turn of the head from anyone nearby sufficed to make her jump in her seat and her heart skip a beat, and when she they were about to be found out, she would push Hestia back into the shirt, arousing squeaks of protest that she covered up with a cough. In the end, the two missed out on about half an hour of footage; Nova from keeping a lookout and Hestia from spending so much time tucked under Nova’s shirt.

Eventually, the credits started rolling and most of the theater got up to leave, only about a third remaining seated to watch the post-credits scene. Nova very much wanted to catch that scene, but with all the movement going on around her, there was just too much risk. She pushed Hestia under her shirt again—the shrunken girl slipping into her cleavage this time—and stood to get up. Some muffled squeaks could be heard coming from her shirt, but she stopped them by crossing her arms to press her breasts together.

Nova left the theater and got to her car without any incidents. Slipping inside, she made sure that there was no one else around, then fished Hestia out from her shirt, holding her in her open palm. No sooner was Hestia out than she resumed her angry squeaking. “Hey, what gives? We’re missing out on the after credits scene!”

“I know,” Nova replied, “But we couldn’t stay in there with all the people moving around. You’d have been spotted for sure.”

“Man, that sucks. I missed out on like half of the movie from all the times you kept me hidden, and now I can’t even stay for after the credits. You really owe me after all that.”

“Owe you!? I already snuck you into the movie for free! What more do you want from me?”

“Relax, I’m just messing with you. Anyways, you think you can grow me back now? After all this, I don’t think I’ll ever ask you to shrink me again.”

Nova hesitated only for a moment before giving an answer.

“No.”

“Huh? What do you mean, ‘no’?”

“I think I’ll keep you this size until you show me a little gratitude,” Nova said, bringing the tiny before her eyes. “You’re always dragging me around. Always trying to get me to do stuff I don’t want to do, and I always try to put up with it. Well, now it’s your turn to put up with me for a little while.”

“W-wait, you’re just joking, right? Nova? Nova?!” Nova’s fingers wrapped around Hestia, bringing the shrunken girl to a panic, one which only intensified as she was brought around to the back of Nova’s shorts. “What are you doing? Wait, stop! Stop!!!” But Nova paid her no mind, slipping Hestia into her shorts’ tight back pocket, where the fabric firmly pinned her against Nova’s cheeks. She settled back into the car seat, relishing the feeling of having Hestia trapped under her ass, and started her car. After her lousy experience at the theater, she was glad that she’d at least get some entertainment out of this trip.