Under Duress

"Tsk. Tsk. I'm a little disappointed at how easy this was." Ivana's voice drifting over the sound of Mira's muffled protest and humming hardware.

"A fake account emailing you about new streaming plugins? C'mon, I was under the impression that the famous Mirastar was a savvy lady. Tracking down your address wasn't too hard either. Well, not hard for a woman who makes plugins that shrink people, I suppose. That little bit of software knocked you right out and knocked you right down too. My estimations had you in about this range, give or take..."

More furious defiance rattled over Ivana's words. "What was that? Forget to unmute yourself perhaps? You'll forgive your current position, won't you? I just hate being interrupted is all."

An enormous finger poked and prodded at the woman's bare chest. "Wow, so these are real, huh? Now, listen up, sweetie - if you ever want me to undo... all of this... you're going to be branching out into some new kinds of content. Content that my relatively much smaller audience is just going to love. I'll be in contact with your new schedule and what I'll need from you. Of course, all the money you make of this new and exciting venture is going straight to me, obviously."

The seemingly enormous woman sighed as she watched the shrunken redhead roar her feckless defiance, taking in the view of her technological handiwork. "And I wouldn't think about spilling the beans on our arrangement. While you were knocked out I installed similar tech all over the house and on several devices - if you act out, who knows how small they'll make you? I hope you can see from your perspective how you're outmatched here, mini-Mira."

Sweat dripped down the restrained woman's figure, her desperate anger fatiguing her. Ivana continued. "Now, you're going to be a good girl and tell me you agree to this new arrangement. If not, well, we could go live and see who's awake...?"

Amidst the din of droning hardware and the aching jaw of Mira, Ivana's laughter rose to the fore.