by Nano-Girl » Thu Oct 11, 2018 2:56 am
You might be wondering how I've managed to pull this off for so long.
Now, if it were assault or murder, that would be trickier than getting away with. Kidnapping too...well, I guess that's what I'm doing right now but you get the point. I mean full-sized kidnapping.
You see, when they are so small like this, things like resistance or crying for help doesn't really serve too much a purpose. I mean, throw them in your pocket or bag and no one can hear them. I know I certainly can't at times, even when they're on my person. Funny huh? Even when they scream at the top of their little lungs for help when I'm on the phone or when I rarely have company over in my apartment, no one can hear them. And I'll be damned if I allow some random schmuck see them.
But as I mentioned before, I'm also one observant, stealthy bastard.
So, let me start off by talking about my dolls and how I got them.
You see, Kelsey was my first proper catch.
Three years ago, when I was just some newbie on the block, I saw her walking across the street from my apartment when I was about to head out to work. She looked like she was heading off to the park that was about five blocks down. And later on I found out that she went there every morning to jog, around 8:00 or 8:30.
Now, let me preface this:
Yoga. Pants.
Sports. Bra.
Combo.
I have a weakness for those tight, ass-hugging, cleavage-inducing clothes that make me rock hard upon sight. The gym ignites this lust in me the worst. I mean, it leaves nothing to the imagination. Plus, having long blonde hair in a ponytail? Like hell was I going to pass up on getting my hands on a beauty like her.
After that, I started to follow her more. Both online and in real life.
You see, Kelsey kind of had a sizable following on Instagram. A YouTube account too, probably 60K subscribers if I recall correctly. She has a shit ton of vlogs on there. That's how I found out she was working towards becoming an actress.
You see, she had graduated a little over a year before I first set my sights on her and had starred in a few local gigs as an actress in lesser-known theaters. Also did dance as a hobby. She's pretty good too. Turns out, her parents enrolled her in ballet as a kid and she joined a Hip-Hop club in her highschool. Neat.
Naturally, I start tailing her without her noticing me. I mean, we lived not too far from each other so it isn't like I had to always travel far.
Aside for the average outings she'd have with friends, her schedule was fairly predictable. Wake up around 7:00 in the morning, actually wake up at 7:27-ish (when she switches her snooze off), brush teeth, wash face, eat breakfast, do some stretches or check her online accounts in either order, go for her jog at the park (unless it's raining, then she watches a workout video online), shower, redress, and go about her day until she got back home, which was almost always after 9:00. She'd watch trash TV for a bit, record her vlog, eat, shower, occasionally masturbate before going to sleep. Rinse, lather, repeat.
Of course, no one follows an exact schedule like that but that was the most common pattern. I found that out not only from following her, but from footage I got after placing a tiny camera right over the window in her apartment. Word of advise everyone: don't leave your windows open when you live on the first floor of a studio apartment. Also got a hold of some of her underwear and got to know her clothing sizes. But yeah, that camera had been the best investment. Well, that and the dollhouse.
She never saw it however. Boy, you should have seen the look on her face when I told her how I watched her nearly everyday from that. It was as if she had found out her I killed her parents or something. She was absolutely speechless.
Anyway, I followed her for like two months, seeing my openings and watching her live her life so I could get an idea on the things she'd like so when I'd inevitable shrink her and take her, she'd at least have something to do when I was gone. I've owned pets in the past, and they've always been well taken care of. Leave them with toys, plenty of food and water. Our Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Rico, was always spoiled by either me or my sister. She always wanted to be scratched under the ear until my arms got tired or she'd fall asleep. Man, I miss that dog.
Back on topic, I've already set up the dollhouse I have planned to keep her in (this was before the plumbing got installed though. Took me a bit to get it just right) and plan to get her the next chance I could. You see, she was planning to go to a bar to meet up with her two sisters and her friends on a Saturday night. Getting plastered til' she can barely walk. At least she was a responsible driver. Takes a nap in the driver's seat before taking off.
So, that's when I know that was my chance. She's driving her Lexus and I'm two cars behind her on the highway. She goes to one of those seedy bars that always have discount alcohol to try to reel in customers. Not doing well financially but hey, they should have chose a better location. Any case, when she's in and there's no one around, I take out the air in her tires. Fortunately, the parking garage our cars are in don't have cameras in this particular area. Plus, it's on the edge of town, practically empty despite being Saturday. I can count the cars I see on my hands.
And then, the waiting game.
Look, I'm patient. I know I'm going to have to wait a while before I see her drunk-self re-enter the garage. She's been drunk before and usually didn't leave the bar for several hours.
Keep in mind she went at 8:45-ish, fifteen minutes late.
She's doesn't come out until fucking 3:50 AM!
Hell, if I knew she'd be in there for that long, I would have brought a pillow and blanket with me! Good thing I had a bag of chips in my compartment and a music player or I'd would've just go for her on my day off.
Well believe it or not, I stayed up just in time to hear her say bye to her friends. So, I'm up and at 'em when she fumbles for her keys.
So, I'm parked at an angle so she doesn't see me and she immediately sees her popped tires. As you'd expect, she's pissed and cursing at length, looking around her car to see what else happened. Wondering who's the fucker (AKA me) who popped her wheels.
Perfect time for me to strike.
I don't think she even saw my face when I pointed the ray at her and fired. One quickshot and done, she's out like a light. She fell on her car and slumped to the ground.
By the time I reached her, she was about half my height. And, judging from how her purse and keys were shrinking down with her, looks like I hit all her stuff too.
This ray...
You guys have no idea how much I love it.
I'll tell you guys about it when I get the chance.
In any case, she's getting smaller and smaller and BAM! Three inches tall. Right at my feet.
So, as you'd imagine, I'm fucking ecstatic. Like, the girl I'd been following for several weeks now small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. Looking like a doll in that tight-ass, sleeveless turtleneck, jean mini-skirt and little heels. Hot.
And then I see she ain't moving. Eyes closed and sprawled out.
So I'm thinking, "Oh shit. I killed her."
And now I'm going from happy to scared as hell thinking I just killed my newest prize. After all that waiting and watching, it'd be utter BS to the highest order if it turned out the ray killed her.
When I pick her up though, I bring her to my ear and lo and behold she's breathing.
Phew. Thank God.
So, first order of business, I shrunk and crushed the car and then crushed her phone. Not like she'd ever need either of them again where's she going. Well, I guess I could have let her keep the car but, you know, GPS and all that. Can't be too careful, am I right?
So, with her in tow, I got outta there. I'm high-wired, too excited to feel sleepy.
The moment I got home, I rushed to my room, sat in my chair and just...watched her. Looking at her, just...trying to wrap my head around that she's real. So damn real. Real and tiny. Like, I'm the one who shrunk her and I even witnessed it but even so, I couldn't believe I actually pulled it off.
Here she is, near comatose in my hand, and not aware of just how much size she lost in an instant.
What was she dreaming about? Her night out with her friends? A mundane day? One of those bizzaro-events that never make any sense in the real world?
Whatever it was, it probably wouldn't match up to her now current reality.
All these thoughts were racing in my head.
When will she wake up?
Did she see what happened?
How will she react when she wakes up?
Did I get rid of all the evidence?
Man, I think I was going insane for a bit.
So, while she slept, I just couldn't help but look at her, whisper things she can't hear, petting her, and eventually I can resist the temptation to start feeling her up. Like, smooth and silky blonde hair (I like that headband she chose too, it goes well with her turtleneck), large...er, relatively large breasts, great hips, nice ass, smooth thighs...damn, I did a good job if I don't say so myself. So glad I held out until so late.
I don't even remember when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, she was still out of it.
So, thing is, I've tried the ray only on a frog and inorganic materials when I was first testing it out. Not to mention I accidentally wound up crushing the frog when I tried to pick it up. Hear me out! It was smaller than a baby frog and I didn't realize the tweezers were clamping it to tight! Think it was knocked out though, but now I'll never know.
Ah well, that was when I was first handling shrunken stuff. Trust me, I'm far more careful with my girls than I am with some random amphibian. Especially one that was like a millimeter or so.
In any case, she's still breathing, so that's good. It's Sunday so I didn't have work, so I just make sure I got everything in order to situate her in the new dollhouse. Keep in mind, she's my first one. So I'm still figuring out the basics. Like do I need to shrink her food or just give me my scraps? Should I get more doll supplies? Would her bed be too hard for her? Should I just strip her naked right here and now? You know, the simple things.
In any case, I spent my Sunday prepping for her and making sure I didn't leave any tiny items that could have fallen out of her purse back at the parking garage. Last thing I need is for a one-millimeter sized lip balm stick to be on the ground for some hyper suspect detective to spot it with a magnifying glass.
Any case, she doesn't wake up Sunday and then rolls in Monday.
I check on her in the morning in the dollhouse and she's still asleep. So, just to be on the safe side, I shrink down a sandwich, a couple bottles of water, an apple, and some chips. Don't want her to starve if she wakes up while I'm gone. I've only been giving her water actually, so she's probably already hungry as hell. So I leave off to work.
And, unfortunately for me, she isn't up when I get back. Sonuva bitch.
So I'm getting impatient since sprinkling water in her face didn't work and I didn't wanna try anything else just in case I hurt her. So after I feel her up again, I put her back and start working on her dollhouse some more.
You know, looking back on it, I should have changed the stupid walls to a less obnoxious color when I had the chance.
Anyways, after a couple hours I go to bed and wake up in the middle of the night, like either three or four in the morning, to get a cup of water. I get dehydrated quick at night. I don't know why. And I didn't even have alcohol that night either.
But when I was coming back to my room, I see that one of the lights in the dollhouse is on. And that someone's tapping at the door. Or that's what it sounded to me since for me to hear it, she was probably ramming against it and pounding with all her might.
So I'm just like...in utter shock. Oh my God. She's awake.
And when I listened in more closely, I could hear her screaming her head off. Calling for help.
So, I stood in the doorway like a complete dumbass before I finally get it in my head that I gotta see her now. Like, when I get closer to the dollhouse, I hear her panic even more. Probably thinking there's a sudden earthquake since when I took off the roof, I didn't see her. Probably trying to take cover.
So, at first I was going to push the furniture around...buuuuuuut I get a bit curious to just see for myself and decided to peek through one of the teeny tiny windows of the house.
And low a behold, I see her taking cover under the dining room table, knelt down with hands over her head and her purse on the floor. She was too busy staring at the door to see me, well my eye anyway. At least for the first couple seconds, because the moment she turns her pretty little head towards the window, she's shrieking at the top of her lungs and running into the bathroom, the only room without a window.
So, at that point, I'm just like screw sleeping. I'm calling in sick today.
But unfortunately for her, roof's still gone.
So I just looked down from above and see her braced against the door and she's looking up at with those little baby blues and runs out and tries to break the "door" open with a chair. Had it not been hard plastic, I'm pretty sure she'd probably break the legs off it when she threw it. Like, she's desperate to get out of there and away from me.
And it was just so cute and entertaining to watch.
So I toyed around with her for a minute, pretending I'm going to grab her or crush her and she's frightened outta her mind. Running into every room, throwing all kinds of things at my hand and wrist, trying to get into all sorts of places to hide. You know, like any other person would in her situation.
So, when enough is enough, I just scoop her up and hold her to my face.
Now she's sobbing and just...scared. Like completely scared.
"P-p-please don't eat me," and "Put me down!" and "Don't hurt me Mr. Giant please!" and all kinds of things. Begging for her life.
So, I can't help but think this is just hilarious. Like, at the time, she didn't know she had shrunk yet and thought I'm going to go "Fee Fi Fo Fum," on her and chew her up into bits.
Zachary Gilman, the Devourer of Pretty Women. Heh, it even rhymes. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
Doesn't it?
Don't worry, I'm no cannibal, but I'm not going to lie...I like to do mouthplay with my girls from time to time and having them in my mouth or just tasting them gets a kick out of me. Even though they hate it, I just can't help myself to being experimental. Also, seeing them scared like this...call me sadistic but I can't help but get giddy whenever the new arrivals start begging me to spare them or turn them back. It's just...they're so helpless. So tiny, powerless and helpless. Like, to have an actual living, breathing, thinking being in your power just makes something arise up in me that when it hits you that you can do absolutely whatever you want with them, however you want and almost whenever you want...they weren't kidding when they say power corrupts.
Then again, I was already a sick perv from the beginning.
Now, of course, since I started laughing when she was begging, she assumes the absolutely worst and just gets on her hands and knees to beg. Trying to offer to do anything for me if I spared her and all that.
Well, in any case, I can't have my very first doll hyperventilating on me after I've waited so long for her to wake up. So I told her, "Relax. I'm not going to eat you."
Which apparently had been the right thing to say since she starts sniffling and wiping her face with her hand and arms. You know, looking a bit relieved. Until her eyes get super wide and she starts asking me, "Mr. Giant, sir, please let me go! What do you even want from me? You know...s-someone's gonna come looking for me and...and...oh please, just let me go!"
And then she has this random epiphany right after.
"Are... Are you one of my fans!? Are you one of my subscribers!? H-have you been stalking me!? Oh God, please tell me you aren't! Oh please no!"
Now, I don't have an Instagram account, and I am a casual watcher on YouTube so I don't subscribe to anyone, even the people I follow. In fact, she's the only one I'm been following constantly to be honest. Just to get her. But I guess that technically makes me a fan. "Yeah, sure. Call me your biggest fan."
See what I did there?
Man, I loves puns. Lowest form of humor my ass. Go to hell John Oliver.
So, it was about time I explained the situation to her, since she obviously isn't all that observant, "Also, you can ditch the 'Mr. Giant' title and all. You've got it backwards Kels, look around you."
And so she does, it then it seems to finally register that she's the abnormality, the small one. Still, it's super cool when she thought she was in a giant's den. Unfortunately for me, she'd inform the next girl after her of their situation, so no more big surprises of them finding out they shrunk. Well, they are surprised but I liked getting confused for a giant for a time.
"Let me introduce myself to you Kels. My name's Zack and I'm your new owner. Whether you like it or not."
"No...no...this can't be happening...nonono...nonono..." She's in total denial. Like squirming and stuff. Well, she looked like she was contemplating jumping off my hand but then she got incredibly pale when she looked over the edge. Which gave me an idea.
So, just because I was feeling a bit mischievous, I tilt my hand. And she starts wailing and screaming and grabs my pinkie, screaming, "No! No! Don't drop me! I beg of you! Please!"
I had just been messing around with her for a bit. Still, to this day, she absolutely hates that little game of mine. So I righted my hand and she's gasping for breath and all that in my palm. I think she's got the picture now.
"From now on, you'll be my property and will obey me. Whatever I say, you'll do. No matter what. Do I make myself clear?"
I was trying to sound authoritative, but I don't know if I came off that well at the time. I was too busy laughing. Either way, she nodded like her life depended on it. She probably thought it did.
And to test that she actually was going to, the first command I gave her was: "Strip."
At first she hesitated, but after a second round of "Hang On Tight," she got right to it. Now, before Meghan here of course, she was my bustiest little doll yet. So I had to see the goods up close and all. More importantly, I needed to give her a little... test run, if you catch my drift.
Now, I'm a breast man actually. Ass is nice too, and trust me when I say she has a nice one, but a good chest is the best. Small and pert nipples, teardrop shaped, nice gradation, all the factors she had. Of course, that's what I had gathered from the camera footage in her home. She's far too small now to see the finer details. Still, awesome shape.
Of course, she tried to cover them but c'mon...how could she actually stop me?
So I feel her up, poking and twiddling. Although it was fun, keep in mind, I couldn't go as crazy as I like since I could injure her. Still, even as small as she was, you can tell she feels nice.
Of course, she's paralyzed with fear so I don't even have as much resistance with her as I did with the ones that came after her.
You guys might be thinking just how much of a monster that makes me. Taking advantage of a poor girl who just wanted to be an actress, minding her own business and just wanted to enjoy a night out with her friends. How could anyone, specifically me, do such an awful thing?
Well, I volunteer at dog shelters from time to time and help clean up trash around the neighborhood. I think that mitigates my actions a teeny tiny bit.
If not...well, truth be told, I don't really give a damn all that much.
I remember that day just being filled to the brim of me just toying with her until she could barely take it and pass out. I overdid that day. But don't worry...
The months to come were just as fun.
You might be wondering how I've managed to pull this off for so long.
Now, if it were assault or murder, that would be trickier than getting away with. Kidnapping too...well, I guess that's what I'm doing right now but you get the point. I mean full-sized kidnapping.
You see, when they are so small like this, things like resistance or crying for help doesn't really serve too much a purpose. I mean, throw them in your pocket or bag and no one can hear them. I know I certainly can't at times, even when they're on my person. Funny huh? Even when they scream at the top of their little lungs for help when I'm on the phone or when I rarely have company over in my apartment, no one can hear them. And I'll be damned if I allow some random schmuck see them.
But as I mentioned before, I'm also one observant, stealthy bastard.
So, let me start off by talking about my dolls and how I got them.
You see, Kelsey was my first proper catch.
Three years ago, when I was just some newbie on the block, I saw her walking across the street from my apartment when I was about to head out to work. She looked like she was heading off to the park that was about five blocks down. And later on I found out that she went there every morning to jog, around 8:00 or 8:30.
Now, let me preface this:
Yoga. Pants.
Sports. Bra.
[i]Combo. [/i]
I have a weakness for those tight, ass-hugging, cleavage-inducing clothes that make me rock hard upon sight. The gym ignites this lust in me the [i]worst.[/i] I mean, it leaves nothing to the imagination. Plus, having long blonde hair in a [i]ponytail?[/i] Like hell was I going to pass up on getting my hands on a beauty like her.
After that, I started to follow her more. Both online and in real life.
You see, Kelsey kind of had a sizable following on Instagram. A YouTube account too, probably 60K subscribers if I recall correctly. She has a shit ton of vlogs on there. That's how I found out she was working towards becoming an actress.
You see, she had graduated a little over a year before I first set my sights on her and had starred in a few local gigs as an actress in lesser-known theaters. Also did dance as a hobby. She's pretty good too. Turns out, her parents enrolled her in ballet as a kid and she joined a Hip-Hop club in her highschool. Neat.
Naturally, I start tailing her without her noticing me. I mean, we lived not too far from each other so it isn't like I had to always travel far.
Aside for the average outings she'd have with friends, her schedule was fairly predictable. Wake up around 7:00 in the morning, [i]actually[/i] wake up at 7:27-ish (when she switches her snooze off), brush teeth, wash face, eat breakfast, do some stretches or check her online accounts in either order, go for her jog at the park (unless it's raining, then she watches a workout video online), shower, redress, and go about her day until she got back home, which was almost always after 9:00. She'd watch trash TV for a bit, record her vlog, eat, shower, occasionally masturbate before going to sleep. Rinse, lather, repeat.
Of course, no one follows an exact schedule like that but that was the most common pattern. I found that out not only from following her, but from footage I got after placing a tiny camera right over the window in her apartment. Word of advise everyone: don't leave your windows open when you live on the first floor of a studio apartment. Also got a hold of some of her underwear and got to know her clothing sizes. But yeah, that camera had been the best investment. Well, that and the dollhouse.
She never saw it however. Boy, you should have seen the look on her face when I told her how I watched her nearly everyday from that. It was as if she had found out her I killed her parents or something. She was absolutely [i]speechless. [/i]
Anyway, I followed her for like two months, seeing my openings and watching her live her life so I could get an idea on the things she'd like so when I'd inevitable shrink her and take her, she'd at least have something to do when I was gone. I've owned pets in the past, and they've always been well taken care of. Leave them with toys, plenty of food and water. Our Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Rico, was always spoiled by either me or my sister. She always wanted to be scratched under the ear until my arms got tired or she'd fall asleep. Man, I miss that dog.
Back on topic, I've already set up the dollhouse I have planned to keep her in (this was before the plumbing got installed though. Took me a bit to get it just right) and plan to get her the next chance I could. You see, she was planning to go to a bar to meet up with her two sisters and her friends on a Saturday night. Getting plastered til' she can barely walk. At least she was a responsible driver. Takes a nap in the driver's seat before taking off.
So, that's when I know that was my chance. She's driving her Lexus and I'm two cars behind her on the highway. She goes to one of those seedy bars that always have discount alcohol to try to reel in customers. Not doing well financially but hey, they should have chose a better location. Any case, when she's in and there's no one around, I take out the air in her tires. Fortunately, the parking garage our cars are in don't have cameras in this particular area. Plus, it's on the edge of town, practically empty despite being Saturday. I can count the cars I see on my hands.
And then, the waiting game.
Look, I'm patient. I know I'm going to have to wait a while before I see her drunk-self re-enter the garage. She's been drunk before and usually didn't leave the bar for several hours.
Keep in mind she went at 8:45-ish, fifteen minutes late.
She's doesn't come out until [i]fucking[/i] [i][b]3:50 AM! [/b][/i]
Hell, if I knew she'd be in there for [i]that[/i] long, I would have brought a pillow and blanket with me! Good thing I had a bag of chips in my compartment and a music player or I'd would've just go for her on my day off.
Well believe it or not, I stayed up just in time to hear her say bye to her friends. So, I'm up and at 'em when she fumbles for her keys.
So, I'm parked at an angle so she doesn't see me and she immediately sees her popped tires. As you'd expect, she's pissed and cursing at length, looking around her car to see what else happened. Wondering who's the fucker (AKA me) who popped her wheels.
Perfect time for me to strike.
I don't think she even saw my face when I pointed the ray at her and fired. One quickshot and done, she's out like a light. She fell on her car and slumped to the ground.
By the time I reached her, she was about half my height. And, judging from how her purse and keys were shrinking down with her, looks like I hit all her stuff too.
This ray...
You guys have no idea how much I love it.
I'll tell you guys about it when I get the chance.
In any case, she's getting smaller and smaller and BAM! Three inches tall. Right at my feet.
So, as you'd imagine, I'm fucking ecstatic. Like, the girl I'd been following for several weeks now small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. Looking like a doll in that tight-ass, sleeveless turtleneck, jean mini-skirt and little heels. Hot.
And then I see she ain't moving. Eyes closed and sprawled out.
So I'm thinking, [i]"Oh shit. I killed her."[/i]
And now I'm going from happy to scared as hell thinking I just killed my newest prize. After all that waiting and watching, it'd be utter BS to the highest order if it turned out the ray killed her.
When I pick her up though, I bring her to my ear and lo and behold she's breathing.
Phew. Thank God.
So, first order of business, I shrunk and crushed the car and then crushed her phone. Not like she'd ever need either of them again where's she going. Well, I guess I could have let her keep the car but, you know, GPS and all that. Can't be too careful, am I right?
So, with her in tow, I got outta there. I'm high-wired, too excited to feel sleepy.
The moment I got home, I rushed to my room, sat in my chair and just...[i]watched her.[/i] Looking at her, just...trying to wrap my head around that she's [i]real.[/i] So damn real. Real and [i]tiny.[/i] Like, I'm the one who shrunk her and I even witnessed it but even so, I couldn't believe I actually pulled it off.
Here she is, near comatose in my hand, and not aware of just how much size she lost in an instant.
What was she dreaming about? Her night out with her friends? A mundane day? One of those bizzaro-events that never make any sense in the real world?
Whatever it was, it probably wouldn't match up to her now current reality.
All these thoughts were racing in my head.
When will she wake up?
Did she see what happened?
How will she react when she wakes up?
Did I get rid of all the evidence?
Man, I think I was going insane for a bit.
So, while she slept, I just couldn't help but look at her, whisper things she can't hear, petting her, and eventually I can resist the temptation to start feeling her up. Like, smooth and silky blonde hair (I like that headband she chose too, it goes well with her turtleneck), large...er, [i]relatively[/i] large breasts, great hips, nice ass, smooth thighs...damn, I did a good job if I don't say so myself. So glad I held out until so late.
I don't even remember when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, she was still out of it.
So, thing is, I've tried the ray only on a frog and inorganic materials when I was first testing it out. Not to mention I accidentally wound up crushing the frog when I tried to pick it up. Hear me out! It was smaller than a baby frog and I didn't realize the tweezers were clamping it to tight! Think it was knocked out though, but now I'll never know.
Ah well, that was when I was first handling shrunken stuff. Trust me, I'm [i]far[/i] more careful with my girls than I am with some random amphibian. Especially one that was like a millimeter or so.
In any case, she's still breathing, so that's good. It's Sunday so I didn't have work, so I just make sure I got everything in order to situate her in the new dollhouse. Keep in mind, she's my first one. So I'm still figuring out the basics. Like do I need to shrink her food or just give me my scraps? Should I get more doll supplies? Would her bed be too hard for her? Should I just strip her naked right here and now? You know, the simple things.
In any case, I spent my Sunday prepping for her and making sure I didn't leave any tiny items that could have fallen out of her purse back at the parking garage. Last thing I need is for a one-millimeter sized lip balm stick to be on the ground for some hyper suspect detective to spot it with a magnifying glass.
Any case, she doesn't wake up Sunday and then rolls in Monday.
I check on her in the morning in the dollhouse and she's still asleep. So, just to be on the safe side, I shrink down a sandwich, a couple bottles of water, an apple, and some chips. Don't want her to starve if she wakes up while I'm gone. I've only been giving her water actually, so she's probably already hungry as hell. So I leave off to work.
And, unfortunately for me, she isn't up when I get back. Sonuva bitch.
So I'm getting impatient since sprinkling water in her face didn't work and I didn't wanna try anything else just in case I hurt her. So after I feel her up again, I put her back and start working on her dollhouse some more.
You know, looking back on it, I should have changed the stupid walls to a less obnoxious color when I had the chance.
Anyways, after a couple hours I go to bed and wake up in the middle of the night, like either three or four in the morning, to get a cup of water. I get dehydrated quick at night. I don't know why. And I didn't even have alcohol that night either.
But when I was coming back to my room, I see that one of the lights in the dollhouse is on. And that someone's tapping at the door. Or that's what it sounded to me since for me to hear it, she was probably ramming against it and pounding with all her might.
So I'm just like...in utter shock. Oh my God. She's awake.
And when I listened in more closely, I could hear her screaming her head off. Calling for help.
So, I stood in the doorway like a complete dumbass before I finally get it in my head that I gotta see her now. Like, when I get closer to the dollhouse, I hear her panic even more. Probably thinking there's a sudden earthquake since when I took off the roof, I didn't see her. Probably trying to take cover.
So, at first I was going to push the furniture around...[i]buuuuuuut[/i] I get a bit curious to just see for myself and decided to peek through one of the teeny tiny windows of the house.
And low a behold, I see her taking cover under the dining room table, knelt down with hands over her head and her purse on the floor. She was too busy staring at the door to see me, well my eye anyway. At least for the first couple seconds, because the moment she turns her pretty little head towards the window, she's shrieking at the top of her lungs and running into the bathroom, the only room without a window.
So, at that point, I'm just like screw sleeping. I'm calling in sick today.
But unfortunately for her, roof's still gone.
So I just looked down from above and see her braced against the door and she's looking up at with those little baby blues and runs out and tries to break the "door" open with a chair. Had it not been hard plastic, I'm pretty sure she'd probably break the legs off it when she threw it. Like, she's desperate to get out of there and away from me.
And it was just so cute and entertaining to watch.
So I toyed around with her for a minute, pretending I'm going to grab her or crush her and she's frightened outta her mind. Running into every room, throwing all kinds of things at my hand and wrist, trying to get into all sorts of places to hide. You know, like any other person would in her situation.
So, when enough is enough, I just scoop her up and hold her to my face.
Now she's sobbing and just...scared. Like completely scared.
"P-p-please don't eat me," and "Put me down!" and "Don't hurt me Mr. Giant please!" and all kinds of things. Begging for her life.
So, I can't help but think this is just hilarious. Like, at the time, she didn't know she had shrunk yet and thought I'm going to go "Fee Fi Fo Fum," on her and chew her up into bits.
Zachary Gilman, the Devourer of Pretty Women. Heh, it even rhymes. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
Doesn't it?
Don't worry, I'm no cannibal, but I'm not going to lie...I like to do mouthplay with my girls from time to time and having them in my mouth or just tasting them gets a kick out of me. Even though they hate it, I just can't help myself to being experimental. Also, seeing them scared like this...call me sadistic but I can't help but get giddy whenever the new arrivals start begging me to spare them or turn them back. It's just...they're so helpless. So tiny, powerless and helpless. Like, to have an actual living, breathing, [i]thinking[/i] being in your power just makes something arise up in me that when it hits you that you can do absolutely [i]whatever[/i] you want with them, [i]however[/i] you want and almost [i]whenever[/i] you want...they weren't kidding when they say power corrupts.
Then again, I was already a sick perv from the beginning.
Now, of course, since I started laughing when she was begging, she assumes the absolutely worst and just gets on her hands and knees to beg. Trying to offer to do anything for me if I spared her and all that.
Well, in any case, I can't have my very first doll hyperventilating on me after I've waited so long for her to wake up. So I told her, "Relax. I'm not going to eat you."
Which apparently had been the right thing to say since she starts sniffling and wiping her face with her hand and arms. You know, looking a bit relieved. Until her eyes get super wide and she starts asking me, "Mr. Giant, sir, please let me go! What do you [i]even[/i] want from me? You know...s-someone's gonna come looking for me and...and...oh please, just let me go!"
And then she has this random epiphany right after.
"Are... Are you one of my fans!? Are you one of my subscribers!? H-have you been stalking me!? Oh God, please tell me you aren't! Oh please no!"
Now, I don't have an Instagram account, and I am a casual watcher on YouTube so I don't subscribe to anyone, even the people I follow. In fact, she's the only one I'm been following constantly to be honest. Just to get her. But I guess that technically makes me a fan. "Yeah, sure. Call me your biggest fan."
See what I did there?
Man, I loves puns. Lowest form of humor my ass. Go to hell John Oliver.
So, it was about time I explained the situation to her, since she obviously isn't all that observant, "Also, you can ditch the 'Mr. Giant' title and all. You've got it backwards Kels, look around you."
And so she does, it then it seems to finally register that she's the abnormality, the small one. Still, it's super cool when she thought she was in a giant's den. Unfortunately for me, she'd inform the next girl after her of their situation, so no more big surprises of them finding out they shrunk. Well, they are surprised but I liked getting confused for a giant for a time.
"Let me introduce myself to you Kels. My name's Zack and I'm your new owner. Whether you like it or not."
"No...no...this can't be happening...nonono...nonono..." She's in total denial. Like squirming and stuff. Well, she looked like she was contemplating jumping off my hand but then she got incredibly pale when she looked over the edge. Which gave me an idea.
So, just because I was feeling a bit mischievous, I tilt my hand. And she starts wailing and screaming and grabs my pinkie, screaming, "No! [i]No![/i] Don't drop me! I beg of you! Please!"
I had just been messing around with her for a bit. Still, to this day, she absolutely hates that little game of mine. So I righted my hand and she's gasping for breath and all that in my palm. I think she's got the picture now.
"From now on, you'll be my property and will obey me. Whatever I say, you'll do. No matter what. Do I make myself clear?"
I was trying to sound authoritative, but I don't know if I came off that well at the time. I was too busy laughing. Either way, she nodded like her life depended on it. She probably thought it did.
And to test that she actually was going to, the first command I gave her was: "Strip."
At first she hesitated, but after a second round of "Hang On Tight," she got right to it. Now, before Meghan here of course, she was my bustiest little doll yet. So I had to see the goods up close and all. More importantly, I needed to give her a little... [i]test run,[/i] if you catch my drift.
Now, I'm a breast man actually. Ass is nice too, and trust me when I say she has a nice one, but a good chest is the best. Small and pert nipples, teardrop shaped, nice gradation, all the factors she had. Of course, that's what I had gathered from the camera footage in her home. She's far too small now to see the finer details. Still, awesome shape.
Of course, she tried to cover them but c'mon...how could she actually stop me?
So I feel her up, poking and twiddling. Although it was fun, keep in mind, I couldn't go as crazy as I like since I could injure her. Still, even as small as she was, you can tell she feels nice.
Of course, she's paralyzed with fear so I don't even have as much resistance with her as I did with the ones that came after her.
You guys might be thinking just how much of a monster that makes me. Taking advantage of a poor girl who just wanted to be an actress, minding her own business and just wanted to enjoy a night out with her friends. How could anyone, specifically me, do such an awful thing?
Well, I volunteer at dog shelters from time to time and help clean up trash around the neighborhood. I think that mitigates my actions a teeny tiny bit.
If not...well, truth be told, I don't really give a damn all that much.
I remember that day just being filled to the brim of me just toying with her until she could barely take it and pass out. I overdid that day. But don't worry...
The months to come were just as fun.