This story is currently in early access on my Patreon and will come to DA on July 17th.  Cathy is looking to start and sell the people she has turned into dolls but is she too late?

Quin pounded on the side of the drawer. "Cathy! Come back. Let me out of here." She sighed and sat down on one of Cathy's pink panties. "This isn't good. What am I going to do?" She looked up at the small crack of light above her. "If only I could slip out through there. Ugh." She kicked a tiny speck of dust. "Too bad I am not that small."

             Quin held her hand over her stomach. "Whoh, I feel weird all of a sudden. Ugh." She laid back and took a deep breath. "I hope I am not getting sick. Maybe this being only a few inches tall thing is getting to me." Quin moaned. "Ugh, what is going on?"

             She looked up as the top of the drawer came closer to her little head. "I think I have gone completely nuts." Quin turned over and groaned. "I now think that this little panty box is trying to crush me." She winced as her head and feet pressed against the wooden sides of the box. "Oww. What the hell?" She tried to push herself up, only for her back to immediately hit the top of the drawer. "God!" Quin fell back onto her chest, the tiny doll dress that Cathy had slipped on her during the night starting to rip apart.

             "I am finally starting to grow again." She curled up into a ball as the sides of the drawer pushed in on her. "But my damn body couldn't have found a better time to return to its normal size now, couldn't it?" The dresser moaned as her body began to outgrow the confines of her little box. "A much better time."