by MasterBlaster » Thu Jan 04, 2024 5:03 am
100 years ago the shrinking virus had permanently affected 2% of the population. Research into a cure had led to the creation of mini pills that had the same effects, but were revers able. Unfortunately those affected by the shrinking virus were stuck that way and while vaccines had been developed, there was no known way to counteract the effects. That meant eventually such poor souls lost their status as people and just became pets. Like any pet they were being bred, often for specific purposes. One company had taken to breeding excessively muscular minis and had created a wrestling mini fad to increase demand. They even partnered with professional wrestlers to have minis trained in moves and repeating classic matches.
Nick was 12 and had been wanting wrestling mini's for Christmas. His father thought it was cool as he always watched wrestling with his son and wanted to get him strong flashy minis, but his mother was a little concerned that he would be spending too much time with little sweaty men, so she made a compromise where Nick would get both male and female wrestling minis. She knew if she left it to her husband he would have gotten the strongest biggest female minis no matter what they looked like, so she was going to handle that herself. She hopped that giving him some pretty female minis would stimulate his interest in girls.
"Mom, can't I open one?" Nick complained
"Yeah let's open a present early. Come on come on" his sister Chelsea encouraged.
"No honey not yet. Christmas is tomorrow." his mom chided.
"But, they need to eat and stuff."
"Honey they'll be fine till tomorrow morning. They'll live"
"Uh babe, maybe we should let him open the one his sister wrapped. I don't think it has air holes" his father said pointing at a poorly wrapped box in the corner.
"Oh sh-, uh, I mean I think you can open that one dear"
Nick ran over and started tearing off the paper. The sudden movement brought frightened cries from some of the nearby boxes but nobody seemed to notice or care. Nick unwrapped an older mini. Brett had been born a mini and was now 52 years old. He was a used mini, which was just cheap enough for a 10 year old girl to afford with her allowance. Still he had been trained in classic wrestling moves and at 6.8 inches he was bigger than the normal wrestling mini which hovered around 6 inches. His size and work ethic to keep up his muscles is why he hadn't been disposed of, but if he had gone another month without being sold that may not have been the case.
"Oh cool. He seems a little older but he has an outfit like that old wrestler Hollywood. Seems a little sick though"
"He's getting oxygen again son. I'm sure he'll be better tomorrow when you let him have some food. Otherwise you can just elbow drop him"
"O.k dad"
Brett was starting to wonder if maybe being unsold would have been better.
"If you get tired of him you can lend him to me. I got some dresses that would fit. Now how about me? He opened my present so let me open what he got me"
"O.k honey, fair is fair" her father said.
"Fine, fine" said her mother.
Chelsea unwrapped Nicks poorly wrapped present and it was a series of dresses she wanted for her dolls that he managed to get on sale
"Oh, I've been wanting these. I wonder if this one would fit on him" she said pointing at a woman's swim suit and looking at Brett.
"Ok now children off to bed. You can open the rest in the morning. Don't stay up too late playing with that, thing."
"Yes mom" the children said in unison.
Chris picked up his mini and ran to his room. Brett was used to being handled, but that didn't mean he liked it. This would be his 5th owner. He was grateful that his last owner put him up for adoption rather than just disposing of him, but Brett knew he would likely never die of old age. For better or worse this young boy would likely be his last owner.
"All right mini, what moves do you know?"
"I know a lot of moves sir. My primary move set is the Leg Drop, Clothesline, the Axe Bomber, Back Body Drop, the Cross Armbar, the Big Boot, and the Scoop slam. I know a lot of other moves though and you can adjust my move set if you want. I also know a lot of classic matches and can re-enact them for you whenever you want."
"Ok, cool. Show me how you do them"
Nick used his hand or an action figure to see how well Brett executed his moves. After about an hour Nick was satisfied, though Brett was pretty winded. He wasn't as young as he use to be.
"You're pretty good. I guess I don't have to step on you yet"
"Uh, thank you sir" Brett said nervously.
"I don't know if you can beat any of my friend's minis though. Well you do your best and I'll keep you around"
"Thank you sir"
"Ok time to go to sleep"
Nick picked up the mini and held him to his chest like a small stuffed animal. Brett really didn't like this, but he'd put up with worse before. He tried to sleep in his owners hands but it took a while. Brett was woken up by Nick rolling over on him. Suddenly his life depended on being able to get his master up, but fortunately this was also something he had dealt with before.
"Master, it's time to get up. Please. Please get up" Brett said as he tried to elbow Nicks chest and nerve bundles in his hands.
Nick woke up with a start.
"Wha, what's going on"
"Please Master I need to breathe"
"Oh, yeah, ok". Nick rolled onto his back and yawned, still holding his mini
Brett had survived another day. He was hopping that Nick would get more minis today and that he would like some of them more than himself. It's not like Brett wanted other minis to die, suffocated by their owners carelessness, but better them than him.
"Master don't you want to get up and open presents?"
"Ah, yeah. Yeah that would be good."
Nick got up holding Brett. Looks like he wasn't going to get a break like he hoped. Nick got to the kitchen table and got some eggs and bacon.
"Good morning son. Wow I didn't even have to go and wake you up today"
"I could barely sleep mom, I want to open all my presents."
Nick noticed Brett staring at his food so he gave the mini some eggs and bacon. It had been almost a day since he'd eaten and the gift seemed like mana from heaven. Normally you would wrap a mini with a box containing some water, food pellets, and receptacle for waste especially if they would stay confined overnight, but his sister hadn't bothered with any of that. She didn't even provide air holes for him and if she had actually done a good job wrapping he would have suffocated.
"Thank you Master"
Brett shoved the food in his mouth so fast he almost choked.
"Son, don't give him to much human food too often. They need to eat the wrestler pellets we got if you want them to stay healthy and strong. Your food doesn't have the added vitamins and steroids they need"
"I know dad I know"
Nick gave the little man a little more food along with a small cup of water and patted his head like a puppy. Brett wasn't bothered being treated like a pet as that's just what he was. Occasionally some of the bigger minis got a big head and thought they were more than a pet, especially if their owners spoiled them. Those minis typically didn't last long. Brett didn't live this long without being obedient and humble.
When Nick was done he grabbed the mini and went to the living room excited to open presents. Brett was hoping the kid would get a mini he liked to handle more than him. Nick unwrapped to of his father's presents, a 6.5 inch 20 yr old black haired mini that was so bulky he was practically square shaped and seemed to have an arrogant attitude. Brett had seen the type before and they were usually bullies as they were trained to be heels, so Brett was going to try and stay away from him. Next was another heel, a large 7 inch 22 year old mini with red hair and black and red pants. Next was a hero mini, a good looking 6.5 inch 19 year old mini with long blonde hair and a movie star smile. Brett thought the young guy might be a bit too cocky and hoped for his sake he can take a punch. Dad's fourth mini was a 6.3 inch anti hero from the American nightmare series.
"Oh thanks dad! These are so cool! What are their names?"
"Unlike Brett there these little guys have never been owned so they don't have names. You get to name them son. Only previously used minis have names and you can change them if you want."
"I gotta thing of a good name for the red guy. Gary's gonna be so mad when this guy beats the crap out of his minis" Nick said with glee
"Well size isn't everything son. You have to make sure you keep up with their training and proper feeding. Now you're mom has some for you and it looks like some of your relatives got you some too." His father gestured at he presents with air holes in them
"Ok son now open some of mine" his mother said expectantly
Nick opened the first preset and frowned as it was a female. She was a blonde 5.9 inich 18 year old mini that was perfectly muscular and proportioned. She beamed at him happy to be out of her box, but her smile weakened as she saw his disappointed face. He grabbed the doll sized girl and inspected her.
"Aww mom it's a girl."
"Hey now son some of those girls wrestlers are cool."
"But they aren't as exciting as the men most of the time."
"Yes, but you really liked that match last week right. You were really cheering for Alexa when she did that jump for the top ropes"
"I promise I'll be as flashy and exciting as you want Master" the little girl said a little pleadingly
"Yeah I guess your right." Nick said thinking it over
"Besides, at least she's pretty. I didn't know wrestler minis came that good looking these days." Nicks dad drifted off for a second
"Hey, don't finish that thought Mr. I better not catch you doing anything inappropriate to your sons minis" his mom said a little flustered
"Woah hey, I wouldn't" his father said holding his hands up in surrender.
"Do things like what?" Nick asked curious. To which his father just chuckled
"You'll find out when your older kid. You're too young to think like that. Anyway put her down and open the rest."
"At least she's pretty" Nicks said as he put her down next to Brett.
The new girl saw the other men looking at her and suddenly grabbed Bretts arm as if trying to hide behind him.
"Whoah hey. Uhhh what is this"
"I don't like hey way their looking at me"
"How do you know I'm not any different?"
"Because then you'd be looking at me the same way. Besides you're old, and you don't get old by doing stupid things"
"Old? Ouch. Well I'm sure it will be ok. Master seems like a good enough kid."
Nick unwrapped the three other minis his mom got him. All were beautiful 18 or 19, and around six inches. One black haired, brown haired, and red haired. Brett wondered if she was trying to get him one of every kind of girl to discover his preferences. Well none of his business. Brett saw all the girls were attractive, but he held no illusions of spending time with them. Most owners kept the men and women separate, and even if they got put together he didn't see why they would want him over the younger more handsome minis. No those days were behind him, or so he thought.
"Hey can I borrow those girls later. I bet some of them would make good princesses" Chelsea whined
"Get your own" complained Nick
"But you have to feed them every day, and they poop. I just want to borrow them"
"Son, you can share with your sister. Chelsea you need to show you can take care of things before you borrow them. Minis are living things, you can't just glue them back together if they accidentally break" their mom chided.
Nick unwrapped the other presents his family had sent him which included multiple, mostly used, wrestling minis between 5.5 and 6.5 inches of various ages along with mini wrestling and body building equipment. Smaller and older mini's tended to be cheaper, but all were under the age of 40 except for Brett. Female wrestling minis were also cheaper than male minis which explained why he ended up with about 25 male minis and 20 female minis.
"Wow son, you sure got a lot there. You can do your own royal rumble"
"I know dad. It's soo cool. Well at least for the guy"
Nick looked over some of the women. All were muscular but none were as pretty as the four his mom gave him. Olga for example was a 40 year old 6.4 inch blonde with muscles that made her look more square shaped than feminine and a rather square flat face. Cathy was also large for a female at 6.2 inches with big muscles but the 38 year old looked more feminine and was pretty compared to the older minis.
"You can just do it like the shows son, where the women wrestle after the men. You'll have a leg up on those boys that only have one or two female wrestlers. There's also just enough of them to do a royal rumble on your own"
"Ok dad. I'll give em a chance"
"All right sport. Now lets go put together those habitats. Good think I was planning on getting you more later or we wouldn't have enough space for them all. Well as it is we'll need a small addition for the men"
"You boys better keep the girl mini's separate. I'll not have any mini babies running around. They'll be given away or I'll step on them"
"Yes mom" Nick laughed.
Of course Nick's mom wasn't joking and all the younger minis that could have children were horrified at the thought. For the rest of the day the minis would demonstrate their skills and try to impress their new owner. For the moment they proved themselves and Nick decided that he would be watching them and would decide in a month if any of them wouldn't make the cut.
100 years ago the shrinking virus had permanently affected 2% of the population. Research into a cure had led to the creation of mini pills that had the same effects, but were revers able. Unfortunately those affected by the shrinking virus were stuck that way and while vaccines had been developed, there was no known way to counteract the effects. That meant eventually such poor souls lost their status as people and just became pets. Like any pet they were being bred, often for specific purposes. One company had taken to breeding excessively muscular minis and had created a wrestling mini fad to increase demand. They even partnered with professional wrestlers to have minis trained in moves and repeating classic matches.
Nick was 12 and had been wanting wrestling mini's for Christmas. His father thought it was cool as he always watched wrestling with his son and wanted to get him strong flashy minis, but his mother was a little concerned that he would be spending too much time with little sweaty men, so she made a compromise where Nick would get both male and female wrestling minis. She knew if she left it to her husband he would have gotten the strongest biggest female minis no matter what they looked like, so she was going to handle that herself. She hopped that giving him some pretty female minis would stimulate his interest in girls.
"Mom, can't I open one?" Nick complained
"Yeah let's open a present early. Come on come on" his sister Chelsea encouraged.
"No honey not yet. Christmas is tomorrow." his mom chided.
"But, they need to eat and stuff."
"Honey they'll be fine till tomorrow morning. They'll live"
"Uh babe, maybe we should let him open the one his sister wrapped. I don't think it has air holes" his father said pointing at a poorly wrapped box in the corner.
"Oh sh-, uh, I mean I think you can open that one dear"
Nick ran over and started tearing off the paper. The sudden movement brought frightened cries from some of the nearby boxes but nobody seemed to notice or care. Nick unwrapped an older mini. Brett had been born a mini and was now 52 years old. He was a used mini, which was just cheap enough for a 10 year old girl to afford with her allowance. Still he had been trained in classic wrestling moves and at 6.8 inches he was bigger than the normal wrestling mini which hovered around 6 inches. His size and work ethic to keep up his muscles is why he hadn't been disposed of, but if he had gone another month without being sold that may not have been the case.
"Oh cool. He seems a little older but he has an outfit like that old wrestler Hollywood. Seems a little sick though"
"He's getting oxygen again son. I'm sure he'll be better tomorrow when you let him have some food. Otherwise you can just elbow drop him"
"O.k dad"
Brett was starting to wonder if maybe being unsold would have been better.
"If you get tired of him you can lend him to me. I got some dresses that would fit. Now how about me? He opened my present so let me open what he got me"
"O.k honey, fair is fair" her father said.
"Fine, fine" said her mother.
Chelsea unwrapped Nicks poorly wrapped present and it was a series of dresses she wanted for her dolls that he managed to get on sale
"Oh, I've been wanting these. I wonder if this one would fit on him" she said pointing at a woman's swim suit and looking at Brett.
"Ok now children off to bed. You can open the rest in the morning. Don't stay up too late playing with that, thing."
"Yes mom" the children said in unison.
Chris picked up his mini and ran to his room. Brett was used to being handled, but that didn't mean he liked it. This would be his 5th owner. He was grateful that his last owner put him up for adoption rather than just disposing of him, but Brett knew he would likely never die of old age. For better or worse this young boy would likely be his last owner.
"All right mini, what moves do you know?"
"I know a lot of moves sir. My primary move set is the Leg Drop, Clothesline, the Axe Bomber, Back Body Drop, the Cross Armbar, the Big Boot, and the Scoop slam. I know a lot of other moves though and you can adjust my move set if you want. I also know a lot of classic matches and can re-enact them for you whenever you want."
"Ok, cool. Show me how you do them"
Nick used his hand or an action figure to see how well Brett executed his moves. After about an hour Nick was satisfied, though Brett was pretty winded. He wasn't as young as he use to be.
"You're pretty good. I guess I don't have to step on you yet"
"Uh, thank you sir" Brett said nervously.
"I don't know if you can beat any of my friend's minis though. Well you do your best and I'll keep you around"
"Thank you sir"
"Ok time to go to sleep"
Nick picked up the mini and held him to his chest like a small stuffed animal. Brett really didn't like this, but he'd put up with worse before. He tried to sleep in his owners hands but it took a while. Brett was woken up by Nick rolling over on him. Suddenly his life depended on being able to get his master up, but fortunately this was also something he had dealt with before.
"Master, it's time to get up. Please. Please get up" Brett said as he tried to elbow Nicks chest and nerve bundles in his hands.
Nick woke up with a start.
"Wha, what's going on"
"Please Master I need to breathe"
"Oh, yeah, ok". Nick rolled onto his back and yawned, still holding his mini
Brett had survived another day. He was hopping that Nick would get more minis today and that he would like some of them more than himself. It's not like Brett wanted other minis to die, suffocated by their owners carelessness, but better them than him.
"Master don't you want to get up and open presents?"
"Ah, yeah. Yeah that would be good."
Nick got up holding Brett. Looks like he wasn't going to get a break like he hoped. Nick got to the kitchen table and got some eggs and bacon.
"Good morning son. Wow I didn't even have to go and wake you up today"
"I could barely sleep mom, I want to open all my presents."
Nick noticed Brett staring at his food so he gave the mini some eggs and bacon. It had been almost a day since he'd eaten and the gift seemed like mana from heaven. Normally you would wrap a mini with a box containing some water, food pellets, and receptacle for waste especially if they would stay confined overnight, but his sister hadn't bothered with any of that. She didn't even provide air holes for him and if she had actually done a good job wrapping he would have suffocated.
"Thank you Master"
Brett shoved the food in his mouth so fast he almost choked.
"Son, don't give him to much human food too often. They need to eat the wrestler pellets we got if you want them to stay healthy and strong. Your food doesn't have the added vitamins and steroids they need"
"I know dad I know"
Nick gave the little man a little more food along with a small cup of water and patted his head like a puppy. Brett wasn't bothered being treated like a pet as that's just what he was. Occasionally some of the bigger minis got a big head and thought they were more than a pet, especially if their owners spoiled them. Those minis typically didn't last long. Brett didn't live this long without being obedient and humble.
When Nick was done he grabbed the mini and went to the living room excited to open presents. Brett was hoping the kid would get a mini he liked to handle more than him. Nick unwrapped to of his father's presents, a 6.5 inch 20 yr old black haired mini that was so bulky he was practically square shaped and seemed to have an arrogant attitude. Brett had seen the type before and they were usually bullies as they were trained to be heels, so Brett was going to try and stay away from him. Next was another heel, a large 7 inch 22 year old mini with red hair and black and red pants. Next was a hero mini, a good looking 6.5 inch 19 year old mini with long blonde hair and a movie star smile. Brett thought the young guy might be a bit too cocky and hoped for his sake he can take a punch. Dad's fourth mini was a 6.3 inch anti hero from the American nightmare series.
"Oh thanks dad! These are so cool! What are their names?"
"Unlike Brett there these little guys have never been owned so they don't have names. You get to name them son. Only previously used minis have names and you can change them if you want."
"I gotta thing of a good name for the red guy. Gary's gonna be so mad when this guy beats the crap out of his minis" Nick said with glee
"Well size isn't everything son. You have to make sure you keep up with their training and proper feeding. Now you're mom has some for you and it looks like some of your relatives got you some too." His father gestured at he presents with air holes in them
"Ok son now open some of mine" his mother said expectantly
Nick opened the first preset and frowned as it was a female. She was a blonde 5.9 inich 18 year old mini that was perfectly muscular and proportioned. She beamed at him happy to be out of her box, but her smile weakened as she saw his disappointed face. He grabbed the doll sized girl and inspected her.
"Aww mom it's a girl."
"Hey now son some of those girls wrestlers are cool."
"But they aren't as exciting as the men most of the time."
"Yes, but you really liked that match last week right. You were really cheering for Alexa when she did that jump for the top ropes"
"I promise I'll be as flashy and exciting as you want Master" the little girl said a little pleadingly
"Yeah I guess your right." Nick said thinking it over
"Besides, at least she's pretty. I didn't know wrestler minis came that good looking these days." Nicks dad drifted off for a second
"Hey, don't finish that thought Mr. I better not catch you doing anything inappropriate to your sons minis" his mom said a little flustered
"Woah hey, I wouldn't" his father said holding his hands up in surrender.
"Do things like what?" Nick asked curious. To which his father just chuckled
"You'll find out when your older kid. You're too young to think like that. Anyway put her down and open the rest."
"At least she's pretty" Nicks said as he put her down next to Brett.
The new girl saw the other men looking at her and suddenly grabbed Bretts arm as if trying to hide behind him.
"Whoah hey. Uhhh what is this"
"I don't like hey way their looking at me"
"How do you know I'm not any different?"
"Because then you'd be looking at me the same way. Besides you're old, and you don't get old by doing stupid things"
"Old? Ouch. Well I'm sure it will be ok. Master seems like a good enough kid."
Nick unwrapped the three other minis his mom got him. All were beautiful 18 or 19, and around six inches. One black haired, brown haired, and red haired. Brett wondered if she was trying to get him one of every kind of girl to discover his preferences. Well none of his business. Brett saw all the girls were attractive, but he held no illusions of spending time with them. Most owners kept the men and women separate, and even if they got put together he didn't see why they would want him over the younger more handsome minis. No those days were behind him, or so he thought.
"Hey can I borrow those girls later. I bet some of them would make good princesses" Chelsea whined
"Get your own" complained Nick
"But you have to feed them every day, and they poop. I just want to borrow them"
"Son, you can share with your sister. Chelsea you need to show you can take care of things before you borrow them. Minis are living things, you can't just glue them back together if they accidentally break" their mom chided.
Nick unwrapped the other presents his family had sent him which included multiple, mostly used, wrestling minis between 5.5 and 6.5 inches of various ages along with mini wrestling and body building equipment. Smaller and older mini's tended to be cheaper, but all were under the age of 40 except for Brett. Female wrestling minis were also cheaper than male minis which explained why he ended up with about 25 male minis and 20 female minis.
"Wow son, you sure got a lot there. You can do your own royal rumble"
"I know dad. It's soo cool. Well at least for the guy"
Nick looked over some of the women. All were muscular but none were as pretty as the four his mom gave him. Olga for example was a 40 year old 6.4 inch blonde with muscles that made her look more square shaped than feminine and a rather square flat face. Cathy was also large for a female at 6.2 inches with big muscles but the 38 year old looked more feminine and was pretty compared to the older minis.
"You can just do it like the shows son, where the women wrestle after the men. You'll have a leg up on those boys that only have one or two female wrestlers. There's also just enough of them to do a royal rumble on your own"
"Ok dad. I'll give em a chance"
"All right sport. Now lets go put together those habitats. Good think I was planning on getting you more later or we wouldn't have enough space for them all. Well as it is we'll need a small addition for the men"
"You boys better keep the girl mini's separate. I'll not have any mini babies running around. They'll be given away or I'll step on them"
"Yes mom" Nick laughed.
Of course Nick's mom wasn't joking and all the younger minis that could have children were horrified at the thought. For the rest of the day the minis would demonstrate their skills and try to impress their new owner. For the moment they proved themselves and Nick decided that he would be watching them and would decide in a month if any of them wouldn't make the cut.