by shrinker_s » Sat Jan 30, 2021 11:56 pm
This is a work of fiction. It contains shrinking, violence, nonconsensual sex, kidnapping, blah-blah-blay….you know the drill.
Feedback and suggestions are always welcome. Also, if this inspires any artists to produce the story graphicly .. that would be awesome.
Cheers.
CO-VID HOME INVASION PART 1:
"John, are you sure about this?" asked John's wife Sarah in a hushed tone.
John gave his wife a loving hub and chuckled, "Yes dear, I'm sure it alright, George from the club clued me into him and George is a standup guy. Plus, I looked the guy up online and he checks out as well.”
Sarah was John’s second wife, ten years younger than him and in her early thirties was still hotter than most woman in their twenty’s. She has blond hair, long legs, a tight ass, and full sized D-cup breasts that not only hadn’t been wrecked by breast feeding, but with a little surgery were probably remain round and firm for a long time.
Looking at his watch he saw that their guest was soon going to arrive, and he wanted to make sure that things went smoothly. “Honey, why don’t you gather up the others and I’ll get the living room ready for the doctors arrival.”
Sarah agreed and gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek. He responded by lightly slapping her ass as she left, eliciting a little yelp form the woman and a look that said he would pay for that later. He enjoyed watching his wife’s ass sway as she walked into the other room, her tight yoga pants showing just how tight her ass was. He smiled with anticipation of ‘paying’ for that slap.
John began to move the furniture in the living room off to the sides as instructed by the text from Dr. Rimbaldie. The explanation was straight forward, the doctors schedule was so tight that it was most efficient to have all the recipients of the treatment in one room together. He had sent several photos of himself, ID, and qualifications to ensure that he was a legitimate professional. John, at the doctors request, had sent photos and specifications of all the participants of the treatment. The doctor had also requested photos of the house layout so he could suggest the best place for the administration of the treatment and the living room was specified by the doctor as the best location.
John rechecked his watch to see only a few minutes had passed, he laughed at his nervousness. He looked to the table in the dining room. There was an envelope plump with cash. It was only $1000 cash per person for the shots so a bargain to protect his family.
Sounding like a gaggle of geese the women that had been driving him crazy, in a good way, walked into the living room. Sarah was gently moving seven women of various age into the living room. Leading the pack was John’s two daughters. There was Jennifer, twenty one; and Karen nineteen; to Johns pride they had grown into beautiful young women. Both girls had chestnut hair, his slim build, but still their mothers curvy shape top and bottom. Jennifer had a number of tattoos more as an expression of her artistic mind than rebellion. Karen had a more business mind and was finishing an internship with a fortune 100 company that looked like they were going to bring her on full time. Both girls joked how the size of their boobs were natural not bought like Sarah’s. Sarah would joke back that they would be knocking on Yinoshie’s, door then minute the perkiness started to fade.
Samantha was John’s ex-wife and had remarried a skilled plastic surgeon named Yinoshie. The two had twin daughters, Kimchi and Jinjia. The two girls had a striking beauty reflected by their Asian and Caucasian heritage. They had classic long straight black hair with bangs, and at fifteen, were developing the curves that had attracted John to Samantha initially. They both had just finished middle school on-line, but their spirits were high since they expected attending High School in person.
John joked with Samantha about having something that killed sperm with the ‘X’ chromosome that was why she had all girls. He also joked that she had MILF’ed out. John watched her helping Sara with the girls. She also had curves and large breasts, thanks to Yinoshie’s skills. She still looked several years younger than her years, but there still was that curvy look to her.
Finally, with the group was the Wilson girls, Zoe and Abigale. They went to the same school as Kimchi and Jinjia, at eighteen, they hadn’t been able to walk the stage for graduation. Their parents had been working with Doctors Without Borders when the outbreak happened. They had stayed where they were to help and had asked Samantha and Yinoshie to watch their daughters during their summer break. They were blonde like John’s daughters; however, they were both built as athletes and got academic\athletic scholarships to college. They had a bright future. John had seen them in their bikinis the past days by the pool. They had well sculpted bodies, plated stomachs, and firm B-cups. John had to acknowledge their attractiveness.
Dr. Rimbaldie had instructed them to wear loose fitting clothing and the girls all seemed to be wearing shorts to cover bikini bottoms, and tee-shirts to cover bikini tops, the mothers were wearing yoga pants and simple tops as well. The doorbell rang brining John to the present.
John opened the door and was greeted by Dr. Rimbaldie. He was a tall, young looking African American man. He had on a white lab coat with a shirt and tie underneath, typical of a doctor. John found himself comforted by the professional look of the man who obviously took his role as a doctor seriously. In his hand was a black bag. Dr. Rimbaldie smiled showing a confidence inspiring smile and held out his hand “Hello, I’m Dr. Rimbaldie, you must be Mr. Swansen.”
Dr. Rimbaldie spoke with a deep timber and slight English accent. The result of his origin and education listed on his resume.
“Please call me John.” Said John taking the proffered hand and escorting the man into the living room.
Introductions’ all around took place. The girls were obviously enthralled by this attractive, accented young man that was going to help them.
Completing the introductions John asked a question that was hanging at the back of his mind. “So, Dr. Rimbaldie how were you able to get your hands on some vaccine?”
Dr. Rimbaldie began to speak as he walked around the edge of the Living room. “Well, the producers of the vaccine knew there would be a market for those that felt the wait would put them at risk and were willing to ‘properly compensate’ to be placed closer to the front of the line.” John noticed that Dr. Rimbaldie moved a few of the pieces of furniture, that he was moving the furniture to block the exits of the living room didn’t register to John. “The manufacturer has actually spent a bit of time to the production of this version of the vaccine and we have found it nearly 100% effective with a single shot, providing the concerned citizens even more protection.” He said it with a tone that led John to understand he was speaking of more elite members of the populations.
John nodded, it made sense, and being part of a little rebellion made sense to him.
“O.K. so when do we start?” asked John.
Dr. Rimbaldie gave the room a look around and smiled with satisfaction. “I think we are about ready to start.” Dr. Rimbaldie had finished walking around the room and was standing next to the front door he had used when walking into the living room. “You have all removed jewelry, including rings, watches, cell phones, thinks such as that?”
John and the girls all nodded in acknowledgment indicating the card table in the room holding all the items mentioned.
Dr. Rimbaldie turned towards the door, reached into his bag, and pulled something out that was blocked by his body. He placed his hand on the lock of the front door and then turned the handle unlocking the door. He then turned to face the eight people in the room. In his hand was a devise that was in a shape close to a gun, and the working end of it was pointed towards John and his family.
“Man, this virus thing has made you white folk stupid.” Spoke Dr Rimbaldie. Only this time it wasn’t with the educated accent, but the voice of a street thug. A frown passed over John’s face at the change of voice, when two things happened.
The first was a beam of light left the devise and washed over the eight people in the living room. The beam enshrouded the people with a glow, seemed to freeze them in place, and then shrunk all eight down to a size comparable to that of barbie dolls.
The other was two other black men walked into the living room, both carrying cardboard boxes.
“It’s party time.” Said one of the men as all three walked up to the only now reorienting shrinking minis on the living room floor.
“Stay focused Terence,” said the one who had introduced himself as Dr. Rimbaldie, “gather them up and stay on task.”
“Chill out Wilk.” Replied the other young man, “We’ve got it handled.”
“I just don’t want to lose any like last time. Wilk looked at the other man “’G’, help collect the minis, I’m going to take a look around for anyone else.”.
“Will do Boss man.” Said Terence reaching down and grabbing Sarah. Feeling the giant fingers wrapping around her she panicked and started kicking and pounding her hands against the binding fingers. Terence ignored the woman and placed her in the box in his hand.
In a panic, Zoe sprinted in the direction of the kitchen. However, the path was blocked by the chair Wilk had placed there during his previous walk around the room.
“Get back here little one,” said Tarence who gathered the screaming girl up and place her into the box with the others.
When all nine had been collected, and Wilk returned from search the house he looked down at the panicked minis spoke. “Now calm down all of you. We are just here to get paid and we will be on our way. This shit will wear off in a few hours and we’ll be long gone so stay calm and everything will be o.k.” His voice had changed timber again and had a calming effect on the near hysterical folks in the cardboard prison.
Wilks stood up and looked at his two partners. “O.k., you know the drill. Search the rooms, get their phone pass codes, and get to work.” He reached into the box and wrapped his fingers around John picking him up out of the box. The fingers were applying just enough pressure to indicate Wilks could crush the man with no effort. Ignoring the mini man’s yells he looked to his crew, “I’m going to take Johnny boy into his office and start moving his money to our accounts, you guys cool?”
The two nodded and started searching the house for portable valuables.
Wilks quickly took the mini man into the back room where the family computer was kept. Wilks placed the miniaturized John on the desk next to the keyboard and turned on the computer. As the computer booted up Wilks pulled out a switch blade and looked at the man and hissed. “Listen here bitch, I don’t care a fuck about you or your family back there. I’m here for the money, so work with me….” Wilks clicked the switch blade open exposing a bald almost the size of John’s body. “…..or I’ll cut you and those whores back there into little bits….” He slammed the point of the blade into the desktop with enough force to cause John to fall to his knees, “….you got that?” John could only nod in response, fear had taken over most of his body.
“Great,” said Wilks in the Doctors accented voice, “let us start with your bank accounts first. I’ll need names, account codes, and passwords.”
With that, Wilks began the process of transferring as much of the liquid assets as he could over to private accounts, he had set up overseas.
As he typed, he internally laughed at how he got here. Wilkes was a genius, tested in high school he scored off the charts. He could have gotten a full ride scholarship to a PHd program at any university in the world. However, he was from a bad area of the city, and a few run-ins with the cops had resulted in a criminal record and all doors were closed. That was fine for him, he was a fast learner and had used the internet and free on-line lectures to get by eighteen what would take other people years to accomplish.
He had gotten a job as a custodian at a research facility, and that was where he spotted the shrinking matter devise. They called it the SMD. He saw the potential for both profit and revenge. He waited until they had finalized all the work on the device, he downloaded documentation on use, then when it was boxed for transport it was no problem for him to intercept the device and leave with it.
Wilks tested the device and found like the documentation had indicated, it nearly instantly shrank living tissue, and a small area around the object explaining the clothes being shrunk as well. That there was not way to reverse the shrinking didn’t bother him at all.
He had started thinking of how to profit from this device, actually thinking of becoming a hitman, when the COVID-19 lockdown occurred. To Wilks it was perfect, people locked in their houses, barley seeing each other, only communicating through text, chat, and video. He could shrink a person, and no one would notice the disappearance for days.
After that it was easy to get his two friends together and start making some money. The Dr. Rimbaldie scam was the best one so far. He had worked it on five families so far and this would be his sixth, and maybe his best.
When the work was done, he looked down at the man and said. “Thanks for your help, this cash is going to really help me get out of the dump I’m living in and maybe a nice house like this.”
“Are you going to leave now?” asked John
“Well we need to talk to your ex-wife.” Said Wilk picking up the man with a little less care this time. “I’m sure she has access to all that titty money her husbands’ been making. Then we will hit the road.”
Wilk walked into the living room. His men had been hard at work. They had a series of phones laid out on the table. It was easy to see that it was one for each mini. On each of the phones was a post-it with the owners name and unlock code for the phone.
There was a large amount of cash, separated in stacks by denomination as well as a pile of credit cards. The two men were currently going through a pile of jewelry that had been gathered from around the home. They were sorting out the fake and placed the stuff to be pawned later in a separate pile.
Wilk looked on with approval and as he placed the man back into the box with the other minis he asked “how’s it going.”
‘G’ was the first to answer, “really good my man, we’ve got the phones, cards, and cash sorted. We should be done with this shit in a bit.” He indicated the diminishing pile of jewelry.
“Good, good.” Replied Wilks. He reached in and wrapped his fingers around Samantha, John’s ex-wife, and lifted her out of the box. She had had her arms protectively wrapped around Kimchi and Jinjia and all three screamed as they were ripped away from each other. The movement of Samantha’s bones and muscles under his fingers did excite him in all the naughty places.
“What you going to do with that boss?” asked Terence indicating the mini he had picked up.
“This one is married to a rich ass doctor. So, I’m going to see what cash I can get from her. Take care of the credit cards and then start texting.” Wilks replied as he started to walk back to the computer room.
“How long are we staying?” Asked ‘G’
Wilks stopped and gave it some thought and answered, “I am thinking 2 to 3 hours should get us through the phones safely.”
Knowing what that meant the other two smiled at the back of the exiting Wilk.
Wilk smiled as he walked back into the office. He switched the woman in his hands back and forth letting his fingers get a good feel of the woman he held. She tried to block his probing fingers, but the transfer from hand to hand and Wilk spinning her upside down and back disoriented her and made it difficult to even try to move his fingers. Wilk rubbed his thumbs across the woman’s fear erect nipples, and more than ounce rubbed his finger between the woman’s legs hard enough that he could feel the panties she wore underneath.
These white MILFs really did do something for him. He almost thought of having a go at her first, but then thought better of it. He had some work to do, then he can play. Discipline was the key to any plan to work, and that was why the plan has worked so far.
He placed the hysterical woman on the desk near the keyboard. He made sure that she was standing on her feet before he let her go. The woman looked up to him with tear streaked cheeks.
“Please, don’t hurt my girls.” She pleaded.
“Like I said, no one is going to be hurt.” He said down at the woman with a slight sternness to his voice. “We are just here for the money and we will be on our way. This will wear off in a few hours, long enough for use to be far enough away so the cops can’t get us.”
She looked a little relieved.
“But right now.” Wilks placed his finger on the switchblade that was still embedded in the desk. He gently pulled the handle of the blade over a few inches and let it go letting it bounce back and forth with, what must have been to the mini woman, a threatening noise, “We need to start looking at some of your accounts.”
He started taping on the keyboard, “Let’s start with your bank accounts.”
Wilk was almost immediately frustrated. The dumb bitch couldn’t remember the passwords to her accounts, she had used the ‘remember me’ feature and couldn’t remember the passwords. That meant Wilk would need to go through each account and reset the password, for that he needed Samantha’s phone.
He picked up the shrunken samantha and pushed the wheeled chair to the doorway of the room, leaned into the hallway and yelled. “Hey ‘G’ bring me this bitches phone, will you?”
“Yeah boss, give me a sec.” came the reply.
Wilk returned to the desk and placed the woman on the desktop and stared at her with fire in his eyes. He sighed and whispered under his breath, ‘Fuck it”
Wilk pulled the knife out of the desktop and pointed the tip of the blade right at the face Samantha. The speed of the action froze Samantha with fear. She didn’t move when the blade almost touched her face between her eyes.
Wilk hissed, “O.k. little one. We are in a hurry here, so I need you to be quick with the answers. To let you know how serious I am, we are going to play a little game of strip questions. I think you better remain really still for what comes next.”
Wilk guided the tip of the knife down the face, throat, breasts, and torso to stop right at the bottom the Samantha’s shirt.
He hooked the tip of the knife and started to lift the bottom of the shirt up. As he lifted up the bottom of the shirt, Wilks made sure the tip of the knife dragged across the Samantha’s shaking body. He stopped when het tight belly was exposed, and the knife hadn’t lifted above the breasts that were moving up and down with the panicked breathing of the terrified woman. “lift up those arms bitch.” Hissed Wilks.
Samantha lifted her arms over her head, knowing why, and Wilk completed the removal of the woman’s shirt exposing her large breasts neatly enclosed in a black sports bra matching the color of her yoga pants.
Samantha almost immediately brought her arms down to cover her partially exposed breasts. Wilk quickly brought the point of the knife to the woman’s face again, “did I say you could cover up that shit bitch?” This time a bit of anger fell in his voice, “get those arms down so I can get a good look at those titties.”
Just as Samantha got her arms by her side there was a knock at the open door. It was ‘G’ bringing Samantha’s phone. He tossed the phone to his boss without so much as a look at the mini woman on the desk.
“Where we at?” asked Wilk.
“We are pretty much done with the cards, most were either maxed out, or not enough to get anything good. We did what we could.” The young man said,
“How about the phones?” Wilk followed up.
“We got a few bites, we told them to uber over, so no one knows what’s happening, then come in through the back.” ‘G’ smiled as he spoke, we are going to lay out a few towels and a few beer cans, it will look like a party is starting, we should get a few before we need to take off.”
“Good.” Said Wilk, “Get on it, I’m going to try again with little mrs. forgetful here and get what we can, then I’ll be out to join you.”
“Sure boss, take your time we got it under control.” Said ‘G’ with a smile.
“I know ‘G’” replied Wilk with a knowing smile, “just don’t get sloppy.” With the knife in one hand and Samantha’s phone in the other Wilk turned towards the woman standing on the desk. “Get back to work, but yell if anything happens.”
“Will do boss, take your time.” Replied ‘G’ as he turned to get back to the living room.
Wilk turned towards the mini woman who immediately asked, “Who’s coming over, I thought you were leaving soon?”
Wilk poked the woman with the tip of his knife in the girls belly, breaking skin slightly brining up a little blood. “You see, you just broke another rule, I’m asking questions you’re just there to answer.”
He pressed his knife point at the woman’s’ naval. “I am thinking those pants need to go.” Without thinking, Samantha stepped back several steps.
“Mother fucker,” said Wilk, He reached with his free hand over the desktop and grabbed Samantha off the top. He brought the struggling woman up to his face. “You little bitch, all you had to do is stay still, but now you can stand still with all your whole ass hanging out.” He brought the knife up to Samantha and slipped the point down the front of the Samantha’s yoga pants. He pushed the blade down to where the point was just above Samantha’s knee. The flat side of the knifes blade pressed against her skin letting her know just how precarious her position was. With a quick flick of the knife the side of Samantha’s pants were sliced open. Wilk flipped the woman over and did the same movement with the other side of the pants resulting them falling to the desktop below her.
Yet it was obvious that Wilk wasn’t done. He used the same blade to cut the left and right sided of the woman’s panties where they fell joining the ruined pants. He finished by slicing Samantha’s sports bra up between her ample breasts. Wilk used the knife tip to complete the process. Fully nude, Samantha was place on the desktop and Wilk sat back, admiring his work.
“O.k. little missy let’s get back to work.” He unlocked the code to the phone bringing up the first text with a new unlock code. “If you behave, I’ll shrink some of your clothing down, so you’ll be able to cover up.” Now stand there, look pretty and naked, and let’s get to work.
With that he plunged the blade of the switch blade knife into the desktop and started working the keyboard. Samantha almost brought her hands up to cover her nakedness but caught herself before doing that and stood on the desk with as little movement as possible and answered the questions asked of her by Wilk.
While it took just over half an hour to get to all the accounts the mini woman had access to, there wasn’t much there to move over. It was obvious her husband kept a tight hold of the purse strings. Wilk almost thought of having the woman contact her husband, but thought better of it. Best to stick with the plan.
When the work was done Wilk stood up and stretched his body getting the kinks of sitting in the computer chair.
Samantha looked up at the black giant in front of her. “you got what you wanted, please take be back to my children.”
“Oh, I got your money, but I think there is more that I want.” Chuckled Wilk.
Samantha’s face took on a look of confusion. Thoughts of what more would this person want went through her head. “What do you mean?”
Wilk looked at the woman, “With that hot body I bet you’re a real charmer.” Wilk started to undo his pants.
This is a work of fiction. It contains shrinking, violence, nonconsensual sex, kidnapping, blah-blah-blay….you know the drill.
Feedback and suggestions are always welcome. Also, if this inspires any artists to produce the story graphicly .. that would be awesome.
Cheers.
CO-VID HOME INVASION PART 1:
"John, are you sure about this?" asked John's wife Sarah in a hushed tone.
John gave his wife a loving hub and chuckled, "Yes dear, I'm sure it alright, George from the club clued me into him and George is a standup guy. Plus, I looked the guy up online and he checks out as well.”
Sarah was John’s second wife, ten years younger than him and in her early thirties was still hotter than most woman in their twenty’s. She has blond hair, long legs, a tight ass, and full sized D-cup breasts that not only hadn’t been wrecked by breast feeding, but with a little surgery were probably remain round and firm for a long time.
Looking at his watch he saw that their guest was soon going to arrive, and he wanted to make sure that things went smoothly. “Honey, why don’t you gather up the others and I’ll get the living room ready for the doctors arrival.”
Sarah agreed and gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek. He responded by lightly slapping her ass as she left, eliciting a little yelp form the woman and a look that said he would pay for that later. He enjoyed watching his wife’s ass sway as she walked into the other room, her tight yoga pants showing just how tight her ass was. He smiled with anticipation of ‘paying’ for that slap.
John began to move the furniture in the living room off to the sides as instructed by the text from Dr. Rimbaldie. The explanation was straight forward, the doctors schedule was so tight that it was most efficient to have all the recipients of the treatment in one room together. He had sent several photos of himself, ID, and qualifications to ensure that he was a legitimate professional. John, at the doctors request, had sent photos and specifications of all the participants of the treatment. The doctor had also requested photos of the house layout so he could suggest the best place for the administration of the treatment and the living room was specified by the doctor as the best location.
John rechecked his watch to see only a few minutes had passed, he laughed at his nervousness. He looked to the table in the dining room. There was an envelope plump with cash. It was only $1000 cash per person for the shots so a bargain to protect his family.
Sounding like a gaggle of geese the women that had been driving him crazy, in a good way, walked into the living room. Sarah was gently moving seven women of various age into the living room. Leading the pack was John’s two daughters. There was Jennifer, twenty one; and Karen nineteen; to Johns pride they had grown into beautiful young women. Both girls had chestnut hair, his slim build, but still their mothers curvy shape top and bottom. Jennifer had a number of tattoos more as an expression of her artistic mind than rebellion. Karen had a more business mind and was finishing an internship with a fortune 100 company that looked like they were going to bring her on full time. Both girls joked how the size of their boobs were natural not bought like Sarah’s. Sarah would joke back that they would be knocking on Yinoshie’s, door then minute the perkiness started to fade.
Samantha was John’s ex-wife and had remarried a skilled plastic surgeon named Yinoshie. The two had twin daughters, Kimchi and Jinjia. The two girls had a striking beauty reflected by their Asian and Caucasian heritage. They had classic long straight black hair with bangs, and at fifteen, were developing the curves that had attracted John to Samantha initially. They both had just finished middle school on-line, but their spirits were high since they expected attending High School in person.
John joked with Samantha about having something that killed sperm with the ‘X’ chromosome that was why she had all girls. He also joked that she had MILF’ed out. John watched her helping Sara with the girls. She also had curves and large breasts, thanks to Yinoshie’s skills. She still looked several years younger than her years, but there still was that curvy look to her.
Finally, with the group was the Wilson girls, Zoe and Abigale. They went to the same school as Kimchi and Jinjia, at eighteen, they hadn’t been able to walk the stage for graduation. Their parents had been working with Doctors Without Borders when the outbreak happened. They had stayed where they were to help and had asked Samantha and Yinoshie to watch their daughters during their summer break. They were blonde like John’s daughters; however, they were both built as athletes and got academic\athletic scholarships to college. They had a bright future. John had seen them in their bikinis the past days by the pool. They had well sculpted bodies, plated stomachs, and firm B-cups. John had to acknowledge their attractiveness.
Dr. Rimbaldie had instructed them to wear loose fitting clothing and the girls all seemed to be wearing shorts to cover bikini bottoms, and tee-shirts to cover bikini tops, the mothers were wearing yoga pants and simple tops as well. The doorbell rang brining John to the present.
John opened the door and was greeted by Dr. Rimbaldie. He was a tall, young looking African American man. He had on a white lab coat with a shirt and tie underneath, typical of a doctor. John found himself comforted by the professional look of the man who obviously took his role as a doctor seriously. In his hand was a black bag. Dr. Rimbaldie smiled showing a confidence inspiring smile and held out his hand “Hello, I’m Dr. Rimbaldie, you must be Mr. Swansen.”
Dr. Rimbaldie spoke with a deep timber and slight English accent. The result of his origin and education listed on his resume.
“Please call me John.” Said John taking the proffered hand and escorting the man into the living room.
Introductions’ all around took place. The girls were obviously enthralled by this attractive, accented young man that was going to help them.
Completing the introductions John asked a question that was hanging at the back of his mind. “So, Dr. Rimbaldie how were you able to get your hands on some vaccine?”
Dr. Rimbaldie began to speak as he walked around the edge of the Living room. “Well, the producers of the vaccine knew there would be a market for those that felt the wait would put them at risk and were willing to ‘properly compensate’ to be placed closer to the front of the line.” John noticed that Dr. Rimbaldie moved a few of the pieces of furniture, that he was moving the furniture to block the exits of the living room didn’t register to John. “The manufacturer has actually spent a bit of time to the production of this version of the vaccine and we have found it nearly 100% effective with a single shot, providing the concerned citizens even more protection.” He said it with a tone that led John to understand he was speaking of more elite members of the populations.
John nodded, it made sense, and being part of a little rebellion made sense to him.
“O.K. so when do we start?” asked John.
Dr. Rimbaldie gave the room a look around and smiled with satisfaction. “I think we are about ready to start.” Dr. Rimbaldie had finished walking around the room and was standing next to the front door he had used when walking into the living room. “You have all removed jewelry, including rings, watches, cell phones, thinks such as that?”
John and the girls all nodded in acknowledgment indicating the card table in the room holding all the items mentioned.
Dr. Rimbaldie turned towards the door, reached into his bag, and pulled something out that was blocked by his body. He placed his hand on the lock of the front door and then turned the handle unlocking the door. He then turned to face the eight people in the room. In his hand was a devise that was in a shape close to a gun, and the working end of it was pointed towards John and his family.
“Man, this virus thing has made you white folk stupid.” Spoke Dr Rimbaldie. Only this time it wasn’t with the educated accent, but the voice of a street thug. A frown passed over John’s face at the change of voice, when two things happened.
The first was a beam of light left the devise and washed over the eight people in the living room. The beam enshrouded the people with a glow, seemed to freeze them in place, and then shrunk all eight down to a size comparable to that of barbie dolls.
The other was two other black men walked into the living room, both carrying cardboard boxes.
“It’s party time.” Said one of the men as all three walked up to the only now reorienting shrinking minis on the living room floor.
“Stay focused Terence,” said the one who had introduced himself as Dr. Rimbaldie, “gather them up and stay on task.”
“Chill out Wilk.” Replied the other young man, “We’ve got it handled.”
“I just don’t want to lose any like last time. Wilk looked at the other man “’G’, help collect the minis, I’m going to take a look around for anyone else.”.
“Will do Boss man.” Said Terence reaching down and grabbing Sarah. Feeling the giant fingers wrapping around her she panicked and started kicking and pounding her hands against the binding fingers. Terence ignored the woman and placed her in the box in his hand.
In a panic, Zoe sprinted in the direction of the kitchen. However, the path was blocked by the chair Wilk had placed there during his previous walk around the room.
“Get back here little one,” said Tarence who gathered the screaming girl up and place her into the box with the others.
When all nine had been collected, and Wilk returned from search the house he looked down at the panicked minis spoke. “Now calm down all of you. We are just here to get paid and we will be on our way. This shit will wear off in a few hours and we’ll be long gone so stay calm and everything will be o.k.” His voice had changed timber again and had a calming effect on the near hysterical folks in the cardboard prison.
Wilks stood up and looked at his two partners. “O.k., you know the drill. Search the rooms, get their phone pass codes, and get to work.” He reached into the box and wrapped his fingers around John picking him up out of the box. The fingers were applying just enough pressure to indicate Wilks could crush the man with no effort. Ignoring the mini man’s yells he looked to his crew, “I’m going to take Johnny boy into his office and start moving his money to our accounts, you guys cool?”
The two nodded and started searching the house for portable valuables.
Wilks quickly took the mini man into the back room where the family computer was kept. Wilks placed the miniaturized John on the desk next to the keyboard and turned on the computer. As the computer booted up Wilks pulled out a switch blade and looked at the man and hissed. “Listen here bitch, I don’t care a fuck about you or your family back there. I’m here for the money, so work with me….” Wilks clicked the switch blade open exposing a bald almost the size of John’s body. “…..or I’ll cut you and those whores back there into little bits….” He slammed the point of the blade into the desktop with enough force to cause John to fall to his knees, “….you got that?” John could only nod in response, fear had taken over most of his body.
“Great,” said Wilks in the Doctors accented voice, “let us start with your bank accounts first. I’ll need names, account codes, and passwords.”
With that, Wilks began the process of transferring as much of the liquid assets as he could over to private accounts, he had set up overseas.
As he typed, he internally laughed at how he got here. Wilkes was a genius, tested in high school he scored off the charts. He could have gotten a full ride scholarship to a PHd program at any university in the world. However, he was from a bad area of the city, and a few run-ins with the cops had resulted in a criminal record and all doors were closed. That was fine for him, he was a fast learner and had used the internet and free on-line lectures to get by eighteen what would take other people years to accomplish.
He had gotten a job as a custodian at a research facility, and that was where he spotted the shrinking matter devise. They called it the SMD. He saw the potential for both profit and revenge. He waited until they had finalized all the work on the device, he downloaded documentation on use, then when it was boxed for transport it was no problem for him to intercept the device and leave with it.
Wilks tested the device and found like the documentation had indicated, it nearly instantly shrank living tissue, and a small area around the object explaining the clothes being shrunk as well. That there was not way to reverse the shrinking didn’t bother him at all.
He had started thinking of how to profit from this device, actually thinking of becoming a hitman, when the COVID-19 lockdown occurred. To Wilks it was perfect, people locked in their houses, barley seeing each other, only communicating through text, chat, and video. He could shrink a person, and no one would notice the disappearance for days.
After that it was easy to get his two friends together and start making some money. The Dr. Rimbaldie scam was the best one so far. He had worked it on five families so far and this would be his sixth, and maybe his best.
When the work was done, he looked down at the man and said. “Thanks for your help, this cash is going to really help me get out of the dump I’m living in and maybe a nice house like this.”
“Are you going to leave now?” asked John
“Well we need to talk to your ex-wife.” Said Wilk picking up the man with a little less care this time. “I’m sure she has access to all that titty money her husbands’ been making. Then we will hit the road.”
Wilk walked into the living room. His men had been hard at work. They had a series of phones laid out on the table. It was easy to see that it was one for each mini. On each of the phones was a post-it with the owners name and unlock code for the phone.
There was a large amount of cash, separated in stacks by denomination as well as a pile of credit cards. The two men were currently going through a pile of jewelry that had been gathered from around the home. They were sorting out the fake and placed the stuff to be pawned later in a separate pile.
Wilk looked on with approval and as he placed the man back into the box with the other minis he asked “how’s it going.”
‘G’ was the first to answer, “really good my man, we’ve got the phones, cards, and cash sorted. We should be done with this shit in a bit.” He indicated the diminishing pile of jewelry.
“Good, good.” Replied Wilks. He reached in and wrapped his fingers around Samantha, John’s ex-wife, and lifted her out of the box. She had had her arms protectively wrapped around Kimchi and Jinjia and all three screamed as they were ripped away from each other. The movement of Samantha’s bones and muscles under his fingers did excite him in all the naughty places.
“What you going to do with that boss?” asked Terence indicating the mini he had picked up.
“This one is married to a rich ass doctor. So, I’m going to see what cash I can get from her. Take care of the credit cards and then start texting.” Wilks replied as he started to walk back to the computer room.
“How long are we staying?” Asked ‘G’
Wilks stopped and gave it some thought and answered, “I am thinking 2 to 3 hours should get us through the phones safely.”
Knowing what that meant the other two smiled at the back of the exiting Wilk.
Wilk smiled as he walked back into the office. He switched the woman in his hands back and forth letting his fingers get a good feel of the woman he held. She tried to block his probing fingers, but the transfer from hand to hand and Wilk spinning her upside down and back disoriented her and made it difficult to even try to move his fingers. Wilk rubbed his thumbs across the woman’s fear erect nipples, and more than ounce rubbed his finger between the woman’s legs hard enough that he could feel the panties she wore underneath.
These white MILFs really did do something for him. He almost thought of having a go at her first, but then thought better of it. He had some work to do, then he can play. Discipline was the key to any plan to work, and that was why the plan has worked so far.
He placed the hysterical woman on the desk near the keyboard. He made sure that she was standing on her feet before he let her go. The woman looked up to him with tear streaked cheeks.
“Please, don’t hurt my girls.” She pleaded.
“Like I said, no one is going to be hurt.” He said down at the woman with a slight sternness to his voice. “We are just here for the money and we will be on our way. This will wear off in a few hours, long enough for use to be far enough away so the cops can’t get us.”
She looked a little relieved.
“But right now.” Wilks placed his finger on the switchblade that was still embedded in the desk. He gently pulled the handle of the blade over a few inches and let it go letting it bounce back and forth with, what must have been to the mini woman, a threatening noise, “We need to start looking at some of your accounts.”
He started taping on the keyboard, “Let’s start with your bank accounts.”
Wilk was almost immediately frustrated. The dumb bitch couldn’t remember the passwords to her accounts, she had used the ‘remember me’ feature and couldn’t remember the passwords. That meant Wilk would need to go through each account and reset the password, for that he needed Samantha’s phone.
He picked up the shrunken samantha and pushed the wheeled chair to the doorway of the room, leaned into the hallway and yelled. “Hey ‘G’ bring me this bitches phone, will you?”
“Yeah boss, give me a sec.” came the reply.
Wilk returned to the desk and placed the woman on the desktop and stared at her with fire in his eyes. He sighed and whispered under his breath, ‘Fuck it”
Wilk pulled the knife out of the desktop and pointed the tip of the blade right at the face Samantha. The speed of the action froze Samantha with fear. She didn’t move when the blade almost touched her face between her eyes.
Wilk hissed, “O.k. little one. We are in a hurry here, so I need you to be quick with the answers. To let you know how serious I am, we are going to play a little game of strip questions. I think you better remain really still for what comes next.”
Wilk guided the tip of the knife down the face, throat, breasts, and torso to stop right at the bottom the Samantha’s shirt.
He hooked the tip of the knife and started to lift the bottom of the shirt up. As he lifted up the bottom of the shirt, Wilks made sure the tip of the knife dragged across the Samantha’s shaking body. He stopped when het tight belly was exposed, and the knife hadn’t lifted above the breasts that were moving up and down with the panicked breathing of the terrified woman. “lift up those arms bitch.” Hissed Wilks.
Samantha lifted her arms over her head, knowing why, and Wilk completed the removal of the woman’s shirt exposing her large breasts neatly enclosed in a black sports bra matching the color of her yoga pants.
Samantha almost immediately brought her arms down to cover her partially exposed breasts. Wilk quickly brought the point of the knife to the woman’s face again, “did I say you could cover up that shit bitch?” This time a bit of anger fell in his voice, “get those arms down so I can get a good look at those titties.”
Just as Samantha got her arms by her side there was a knock at the open door. It was ‘G’ bringing Samantha’s phone. He tossed the phone to his boss without so much as a look at the mini woman on the desk.
“Where we at?” asked Wilk.
“We are pretty much done with the cards, most were either maxed out, or not enough to get anything good. We did what we could.” The young man said,
“How about the phones?” Wilk followed up.
“We got a few bites, we told them to uber over, so no one knows what’s happening, then come in through the back.” ‘G’ smiled as he spoke, we are going to lay out a few towels and a few beer cans, it will look like a party is starting, we should get a few before we need to take off.”
“Good.” Said Wilk, “Get on it, I’m going to try again with little mrs. forgetful here and get what we can, then I’ll be out to join you.”
“Sure boss, take your time we got it under control.” Said ‘G’ with a smile.
“I know ‘G’” replied Wilk with a knowing smile, “just don’t get sloppy.” With the knife in one hand and Samantha’s phone in the other Wilk turned towards the woman standing on the desk. “Get back to work, but yell if anything happens.”
“Will do boss, take your time.” Replied ‘G’ as he turned to get back to the living room.
Wilk turned towards the mini woman who immediately asked, “Who’s coming over, I thought you were leaving soon?”
Wilk poked the woman with the tip of his knife in the girls belly, breaking skin slightly brining up a little blood. “You see, you just broke another rule, I’m asking questions you’re just there to answer.”
He pressed his knife point at the woman’s’ naval. “I am thinking those pants need to go.” Without thinking, Samantha stepped back several steps.
“Mother fucker,” said Wilk, He reached with his free hand over the desktop and grabbed Samantha off the top. He brought the struggling woman up to his face. “You little bitch, all you had to do is stay still, but now you can stand still with all your whole ass hanging out.” He brought the knife up to Samantha and slipped the point down the front of the Samantha’s yoga pants. He pushed the blade down to where the point was just above Samantha’s knee. The flat side of the knifes blade pressed against her skin letting her know just how precarious her position was. With a quick flick of the knife the side of Samantha’s pants were sliced open. Wilk flipped the woman over and did the same movement with the other side of the pants resulting them falling to the desktop below her.
Yet it was obvious that Wilk wasn’t done. He used the same blade to cut the left and right sided of the woman’s panties where they fell joining the ruined pants. He finished by slicing Samantha’s sports bra up between her ample breasts. Wilk used the knife tip to complete the process. Fully nude, Samantha was place on the desktop and Wilk sat back, admiring his work.
“O.k. little missy let’s get back to work.” He unlocked the code to the phone bringing up the first text with a new unlock code. “If you behave, I’ll shrink some of your clothing down, so you’ll be able to cover up.” Now stand there, look pretty and naked, and let’s get to work.
With that he plunged the blade of the switch blade knife into the desktop and started working the keyboard. Samantha almost brought her hands up to cover her nakedness but caught herself before doing that and stood on the desk with as little movement as possible and answered the questions asked of her by Wilk.
While it took just over half an hour to get to all the accounts the mini woman had access to, there wasn’t much there to move over. It was obvious her husband kept a tight hold of the purse strings. Wilk almost thought of having the woman contact her husband, but thought better of it. Best to stick with the plan.
When the work was done Wilk stood up and stretched his body getting the kinks of sitting in the computer chair.
Samantha looked up at the black giant in front of her. “you got what you wanted, please take be back to my children.”
“Oh, I got your money, but I think there is more that I want.” Chuckled Wilk.
Samantha’s face took on a look of confusion. Thoughts of what more would this person want went through her head. “What do you mean?”
Wilk looked at the woman, “With that hot body I bet you’re a real charmer.” Wilk started to undo his pants.