Just as Mark was about to ask for help, the guy grabbed his tiny frame around his middle between two fingers and lifted him onto the table next to their research notes. Mark felt as if put into a very fast lift, and even as the guy had picked him up lightly, he felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach. He needed a bit to regain his control, as well as not to vomit. He didn´t even realize that the guy sprinkled some kind of dust over Mark and the suit.
The girl was taking notes while studying him, and the guy went away to get something from the other table. As Mark looked after him, he realized how small he was now, and how far away the end of the table was to him.
“Guys... It's getting harder to move for me,” Mark called out to them after he calmed his nerves a bit. “The suit's getting tighter, I think. Can you help me get this suit off again now, please?” The girl nodded to the info and wrote something down, but didn´t move to help him. The guy returned, most likely not even heard him say anything, and placed something next to Mark on the table.
“Anything interesting so far, Cho? Or is it all as we guessed?” the boy asked the girl, ignoring Mark. Cho looked up from her notes, answering: “So far all works normal. He said it feels as if it is becoming tighter, and he has problems moving. So, not much left now, Chris.” Chris nodded to that, smiling.
Mark wasn´t happy they didn´t help him out of the suit right now. He tried calling to them, but it was now really quiet even to himself: “Can you help me please?” He felt completely unmovable now.
Chris turned a few seconds later, grabbing whatever he had laid next to Mark. Then, with careful fingers stretched Mark´s arms above his head before pulling something over Mark´s head, earning a silent, muffled “Hey” from him. Chris bend Mark´s arms back down after the shirt was pulled over his tiny body, some small dolls clothes.
Some tight little jeans followed, as Chris lifted Mark and pulled them onto his legs. Mark again felt some vertigo from the lift and drop in height, only to yelp when Chris turned him around, putting some tiny, closed shoes over the suit’s feet.
Chris sat Mark down afterwards, saying: “I forgot the other parts, wait a moment.” Then he left him standing there. Cho, meanwhile, looked over some display, still taking notes.
Mark watched silently, as it felt even hard to open his mouth, his voice much too faint to be heard, and unmovable as the others moved around him. He didn´t understand what was happening. He wasn´t very strong, but it felt like this suit drained him even more.
Soon, Chris returned with something else. The first thing turns out to be gloves, which he pulled over Mark´s hands. But what Mark realized was that the gloves fingers stuck together, making it impossible to move his fingers individually.
The final part was resembling a mask, with covered up Mark´s whole head down to his neck. He could still see through some blue-colored lenses over his eyes, but his nose was pressed tightly shut around some kind of small tube, with let small bits of air into his lungs. His mouth was hidden by a wide smiling painted one, and on top of his head was some kind of fake, blond hair.
And as Mark was left in front of a small mirror, he watched his now twice covered body. First by the tiny suit, and now with clothes covering all suit-skin that could be seen before.
“Now nobody can tell that this is a human anymore, and if he still has strength to move anything, well, nobody would notice in this shoes and gloves.” Chris said laughing, and Cho nodded smiling.
“If you were wondering, little toy boy, the suit not only compressed your body, but also sucked your strength out. That´s part of why you can´t move anymore, alongside the dust Chris sprinkled on the suit. And you won´t move for as long as you stay inside of that suit. But don´t worry, you won´t die in there, and we will take care of our little experiment. A pity we didn´t ask for your name, we will need to name our little toy, Chris.”
Mark was horrified. He was stuck like this? As some kind of toy? He wanted to scream or cry, but couldn´t. He could do nothing but stay there, waiting to be released, if they ever did.