Keep her, and head to the ex

You admire her curves for a moment. The way her body is shaped to support her tits. How they jiggle as she squirms. But this prize should be enjoyed later. You open the jar you brought and drop her in, then finish the drive to your ex’s.

You park on the street. There you see her husbands hatchback, her fathers truck, her two sisters and one of their boyfriend’s cars. Assuming mom’s is in the garage - “That should be seven people in total” you think. You make sure the lid is firmly on the redhead’s jar before thinking again “if their clothes shrink with them… then….” You hold the jar between your hands and compress it down until it’s just 3 inches tall and the woman inside is unrecognizable as anything resembling a human. You slip it into your pocket and walk up. With a knock you hear her dad “I’ll get it!”

You focus on every presence in the house. Making sure you have them all and wait. Soon, the door starts to open and you apply the **** of your mind. All sounds of laughter disappear. Only tiny shouts of shock remain.

You grab the dad and rush into the dining room, closing the door behind you. On each chair is another tiny person. One by one you get them in your hands and on the table. All of them one twelfth their original size. Dad is 6 inches, mom 5.4, your ex Riley at 5.2, her sister Emily at 5, Riley’s husband at 6.3, Emily’s boyfriend at 5.9, and Lucy at 5.5. They all look terrified as you take out the jar and expand it, until the woman inside is 3 inches tall again.