Does anyone know if tts ever continued this story
Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2021 4:02 pm
Interview with Mini Vicki
Part 1
by TTS
The cameraman had to use a special lens in order to get Victoria Bronson framed
properly. The clip mike couldn't be used; for one thing, Victoria wasn't
wearing any clothing. Also, she was far too small to be able to wear it, even
if she was fully dressed. The soundman decided to use a boom mike instead.
Victoria herself was laying atop a black velvet cushion. She was on her stomach,
her head propped up on her elbows. Her legs were spread apart; she made her calves
kick up and down, first the right one and then the left each motion causing her butt to jiggle. Shaking her luxuriant mane of light blonde hair, she looked straight into the camera's lens. "How do I look, Brad?"
"You look gorgeous, Vicki," he said absentmindedly. Vicki rolled over onto her
side. Her face held a bored expression. "Hold still," the cameraman ordered.
"I need to get a light reading."
Vicki craned her head around to see who had just pulled up a chair at the table.
It was Sondra Hansen, the reporter from Swedish Television station TV4. She
lowered her head to get closer to Vicki's level. "Hi Vicki," she said as she
patted her head. Vicki never liked being touched by strangers, but there was
not much she could do about it anymore. The larger woman's finger slid down to her ass where it rested for longer than Vicki cared for. "We're going to be ready in just one minute,
so why don't you sit up and face the camera." Vicki did so, sitting on her knees with her hands in her lap at the center of the cushion. "There's a good girl. Now, we can do the interview in
Swedish or English, whichever is easier for you."
"English is fine," she said.
But Ms. Hansen's attention was already diverted elsewhere. "We're ready when you
are," the soundman said. "Fine," Hansen answered. "Let's see if we can do
this in one take?"
The red light on top of the camera facing Vicki came on. Then, Ms. Hansen
began her introduction.
"Good evening, I am Sondra Hansen.
"Six years ago, Victoria Bronson was one of the leading lights of the adult film industry here in the United States.
Then, one day, she gave it all up and disappeared. Now, we are able to tell her story."
"And cut," the director said. "Okay, let's pick up after the bio segment."
Ms. Hansen nodded. "On four, three ..."
Ms. Hansen continued. "Here with me in her family's home in San Mateo,
California is Victoria Bronson. Vicki, why don't you show us why you've
gone into seclusion?"
Vicki stood up and spun around for the camera to catch every angle of her
voluptuous nude body. She held a broad smile on her lips as she stepped
off of the cushion and onto the tabletop. Her breasts bounced with every step
the camera tracked her as she slowly walked over to Ms. Hansen's hand which
Was held at waist level to Vicki. This all had been rehearsed, but Vicki was still
concerned that something might go wrong. She hopped onto the hand and was
raised up into the air. Ms. Hanson couldn't believe how the tiny woman felt as
she was brought up to the camera to show just how small she was now from her
view Vicki’s back formed a perfect hourglass figure her soft butt in the middle of
her palm. Sondra held the tiny nude and as Vicki adjusted herself she noticed that she was leaving a little moisture in her palm. The reporter knew that Vicki must have been turned in which turned her on too.
"Vicki Bronson is now permanently just 10 inches tall. She is what is termed in America a 'Mini', or a person who has been reduced down to 1/6 their original height." She then returned Vicki to the cushion. Quickly Vicki sat up on her knees placing her hands in her lap.
"Vicki, why don't you tell us what happened. Why did you become so small?"
"It's a long story, Ms. Hansen. I had been in the business for a long time, a bit more than ten years, and I was feeling very burnt out. I felt that everyone wanted a piece of me and I was having a hard time dealing with all the fame. I was doing a lot of drinking and popping all kinds of pills. Finally, I couldn't go any further. I was arrested for drunk driving and spent three weeks in the L.A. county jail.
"My boyfriend left me and took our son with him. He was able to get full custody, and I can't blame the judge when he made his decision; all he needed to do was look at the newspaper in order to see that I was an unfit mother.
"So, something, I don't know what it was, God maybe, told me that I needed
to clean up my act and put myself in a situation where I can't hurt
myself or anyone else. I knew that I couldn't trust myself to stay out
of trouble.
"The first thing I did was quit the business. It was hard to do, because
There were a lot of really nice people that I worked with. It was just
the one percent of them that were coked-up assholes who I had to stay away
from, but that was enough for me.
"There weren't a lot of options open to me. I don't have a lot of education,
so the only jobs that I could get were in fast food places or dancing."
"Dancing?" Ms. Hansen pretended to look puzzled.
"Exotic dancing, I mean. That would pay the rent, but I would be with the
same sort of people I was trying to get away from. Plus, stripping meant
having to deal directly with my fans. I don't mean to put them down, a lot
of them are terrific people, it's just that a lot of them don't understand
boundaries.
"So what did you do?"
"I moved out to Phoenix and waitressed for a few months, before people
started to recognize me. That was about when the Shrink Shacks started
opening up."
"Shrink shacks?"
"Oh, that's just slang for the clinic. I checked it out, but the doctor
there really creeped me out. He turned out to be a fan. He wanted to shrink
me down, on the house, and then he would make movies of me and sell the
clips over the Internet. The other idea he had was to auction me off over
eBay. I would be sort of a collectible. The guy said there were fans in
Japan who would pay top dollar for me. Of course, I said no.
"But it all made me think. I figured that if I shrank down to, say, 24 inches,
I wouldn't be able to get into trouble. I knew that there
was no way I'd be able to live in a world made for giants without help,
so I thought about who I could trust. All of my friends from the industry
were right out. Many of them are nice, but they aren't all that
responsible.
"I finally got in touch with my ex-boyfriend, Nick. It turned out that
he went ahead and married someone else and was living here in San Mateo,
managing an apartment complex. That sounded pretty responsible, right?
We talked for a while. He was against me having anything to do with
Kevin, my son. He was four at the time, and he thought that I would be
a bad influence.
"I told Nick about the whole shrinking thing, and he said that he would have
to talk it over with Jennifer, who was his wife. Then Jennifer came on the
line and we talked for over an hour. She was okay with the idea of me coming
to live with them, so long as I was shrunk down to a more manageable size of
10 inches. I was mortified I really didn't want to become so small and protested but
Jennifer stood her ground. She told me that if i choose to not shrink to her size that
I would never be welcome in the house. We all decided that Kevin would take care of me, and-
"That's the part I'm interested in, Vicki. I think the viewers at home
I would like to know more about your relationship. First, I have to ask,
does he see you like this?"
"Like what?"
"You know, nude."
"Oh, that. Well, being in the adult film industry, I'm totally used to people seeing me naked. So when I shrank, Nick and Jennifer decided that I should go nude, they said that they didn't mind that my son was seeing me naked. It's very practical. Plus, the clothes that they make for tiny people are either really expensive or really uncomfortable."
"But how do you feel about your son seeing you like this? You are his mother after all."
"No, not really anymore. Jennifer's his mom now. She's been raising him since he was
four, and now he's nine. So I don't have any claim on being his mother
anymore. Our relationship is, well it's different now."
"How different?"
"Kevin sees me more as a pet now, more than anything else. He's very
protective of me, and he makes sure I'm fed and groomed and that I get
some exercise. He plays with me, and I'm a good sport about it when
He has me perform for his friends."
"Performs?"
"Oh, just tricks. He's trained me to do stuff like stand on my head or
do somersaults. I can walk on top of a rubber ball, and I can also balance
myself on the tip of your finger. Would you like to see me do it?"
"Maybe later. Don't you find these tricks to be demeaning? Even if you
were not his mother, you are still a 35 year old woman. For someone
your age to be at the beck and call of a young child, some people might
see it as inappropriate."
"I know that there are plenty of people back home in Sweden who have
become minis. Many of them are being kept as pets or toys by their own
kids. As for Kevin, I feel very happy to be his pet. He's been a lot
better owner to me than I was a parent to him. Part of me still sees him
as my son, and I love him very much. But I also look up to him and I
feel very safe being under his protection. You say that I'm at his
beck and call, and I'm fine with that. I respect his authority over me,
and I have faith that he's acting in my best interests."
The camera light went off. "Okay, that's a cut," the director announced.
"You were great, Sondra."
Vicki was exhausted. Ms. Hansen told Nick that they were going
to take a break and that she would be interviewing Kevin in the
next segment. Vicki got up on her knees as Kevin approached. He picked
her up and held her against his shoulder, his palm cupping her little
bottom. "It's okay, Vicki," he murmured. "You were really good. You
were a good girl."
She felt better hearing this. Being held like this made her feel safe.
To be continued...
Part 1
by TTS
The cameraman had to use a special lens in order to get Victoria Bronson framed
properly. The clip mike couldn't be used; for one thing, Victoria wasn't
wearing any clothing. Also, she was far too small to be able to wear it, even
if she was fully dressed. The soundman decided to use a boom mike instead.
Victoria herself was laying atop a black velvet cushion. She was on her stomach,
her head propped up on her elbows. Her legs were spread apart; she made her calves
kick up and down, first the right one and then the left each motion causing her butt to jiggle. Shaking her luxuriant mane of light blonde hair, she looked straight into the camera's lens. "How do I look, Brad?"
"You look gorgeous, Vicki," he said absentmindedly. Vicki rolled over onto her
side. Her face held a bored expression. "Hold still," the cameraman ordered.
"I need to get a light reading."
Vicki craned her head around to see who had just pulled up a chair at the table.
It was Sondra Hansen, the reporter from Swedish Television station TV4. She
lowered her head to get closer to Vicki's level. "Hi Vicki," she said as she
patted her head. Vicki never liked being touched by strangers, but there was
not much she could do about it anymore. The larger woman's finger slid down to her ass where it rested for longer than Vicki cared for. "We're going to be ready in just one minute,
so why don't you sit up and face the camera." Vicki did so, sitting on her knees with her hands in her lap at the center of the cushion. "There's a good girl. Now, we can do the interview in
Swedish or English, whichever is easier for you."
"English is fine," she said.
But Ms. Hansen's attention was already diverted elsewhere. "We're ready when you
are," the soundman said. "Fine," Hansen answered. "Let's see if we can do
this in one take?"
The red light on top of the camera facing Vicki came on. Then, Ms. Hansen
began her introduction.
"Good evening, I am Sondra Hansen.
"Six years ago, Victoria Bronson was one of the leading lights of the adult film industry here in the United States.
Then, one day, she gave it all up and disappeared. Now, we are able to tell her story."
"And cut," the director said. "Okay, let's pick up after the bio segment."
Ms. Hansen nodded. "On four, three ..."
Ms. Hansen continued. "Here with me in her family's home in San Mateo,
California is Victoria Bronson. Vicki, why don't you show us why you've
gone into seclusion?"
Vicki stood up and spun around for the camera to catch every angle of her
voluptuous nude body. She held a broad smile on her lips as she stepped
off of the cushion and onto the tabletop. Her breasts bounced with every step
the camera tracked her as she slowly walked over to Ms. Hansen's hand which
Was held at waist level to Vicki. This all had been rehearsed, but Vicki was still
concerned that something might go wrong. She hopped onto the hand and was
raised up into the air. Ms. Hanson couldn't believe how the tiny woman felt as
she was brought up to the camera to show just how small she was now from her
view Vicki’s back formed a perfect hourglass figure her soft butt in the middle of
her palm. Sondra held the tiny nude and as Vicki adjusted herself she noticed that she was leaving a little moisture in her palm. The reporter knew that Vicki must have been turned in which turned her on too.
"Vicki Bronson is now permanently just 10 inches tall. She is what is termed in America a 'Mini', or a person who has been reduced down to 1/6 their original height." She then returned Vicki to the cushion. Quickly Vicki sat up on her knees placing her hands in her lap.
"Vicki, why don't you tell us what happened. Why did you become so small?"
"It's a long story, Ms. Hansen. I had been in the business for a long time, a bit more than ten years, and I was feeling very burnt out. I felt that everyone wanted a piece of me and I was having a hard time dealing with all the fame. I was doing a lot of drinking and popping all kinds of pills. Finally, I couldn't go any further. I was arrested for drunk driving and spent three weeks in the L.A. county jail.
"My boyfriend left me and took our son with him. He was able to get full custody, and I can't blame the judge when he made his decision; all he needed to do was look at the newspaper in order to see that I was an unfit mother.
"So, something, I don't know what it was, God maybe, told me that I needed
to clean up my act and put myself in a situation where I can't hurt
myself or anyone else. I knew that I couldn't trust myself to stay out
of trouble.
"The first thing I did was quit the business. It was hard to do, because
There were a lot of really nice people that I worked with. It was just
the one percent of them that were coked-up assholes who I had to stay away
from, but that was enough for me.
"There weren't a lot of options open to me. I don't have a lot of education,
so the only jobs that I could get were in fast food places or dancing."
"Dancing?" Ms. Hansen pretended to look puzzled.
"Exotic dancing, I mean. That would pay the rent, but I would be with the
same sort of people I was trying to get away from. Plus, stripping meant
having to deal directly with my fans. I don't mean to put them down, a lot
of them are terrific people, it's just that a lot of them don't understand
boundaries.
"So what did you do?"
"I moved out to Phoenix and waitressed for a few months, before people
started to recognize me. That was about when the Shrink Shacks started
opening up."
"Shrink shacks?"
"Oh, that's just slang for the clinic. I checked it out, but the doctor
there really creeped me out. He turned out to be a fan. He wanted to shrink
me down, on the house, and then he would make movies of me and sell the
clips over the Internet. The other idea he had was to auction me off over
eBay. I would be sort of a collectible. The guy said there were fans in
Japan who would pay top dollar for me. Of course, I said no.
"But it all made me think. I figured that if I shrank down to, say, 24 inches,
I wouldn't be able to get into trouble. I knew that there
was no way I'd be able to live in a world made for giants without help,
so I thought about who I could trust. All of my friends from the industry
were right out. Many of them are nice, but they aren't all that
responsible.
"I finally got in touch with my ex-boyfriend, Nick. It turned out that
he went ahead and married someone else and was living here in San Mateo,
managing an apartment complex. That sounded pretty responsible, right?
We talked for a while. He was against me having anything to do with
Kevin, my son. He was four at the time, and he thought that I would be
a bad influence.
"I told Nick about the whole shrinking thing, and he said that he would have
to talk it over with Jennifer, who was his wife. Then Jennifer came on the
line and we talked for over an hour. She was okay with the idea of me coming
to live with them, so long as I was shrunk down to a more manageable size of
10 inches. I was mortified I really didn't want to become so small and protested but
Jennifer stood her ground. She told me that if i choose to not shrink to her size that
I would never be welcome in the house. We all decided that Kevin would take care of me, and-
"That's the part I'm interested in, Vicki. I think the viewers at home
I would like to know more about your relationship. First, I have to ask,
does he see you like this?"
"Like what?"
"You know, nude."
"Oh, that. Well, being in the adult film industry, I'm totally used to people seeing me naked. So when I shrank, Nick and Jennifer decided that I should go nude, they said that they didn't mind that my son was seeing me naked. It's very practical. Plus, the clothes that they make for tiny people are either really expensive or really uncomfortable."
"But how do you feel about your son seeing you like this? You are his mother after all."
"No, not really anymore. Jennifer's his mom now. She's been raising him since he was
four, and now he's nine. So I don't have any claim on being his mother
anymore. Our relationship is, well it's different now."
"How different?"
"Kevin sees me more as a pet now, more than anything else. He's very
protective of me, and he makes sure I'm fed and groomed and that I get
some exercise. He plays with me, and I'm a good sport about it when
He has me perform for his friends."
"Performs?"
"Oh, just tricks. He's trained me to do stuff like stand on my head or
do somersaults. I can walk on top of a rubber ball, and I can also balance
myself on the tip of your finger. Would you like to see me do it?"
"Maybe later. Don't you find these tricks to be demeaning? Even if you
were not his mother, you are still a 35 year old woman. For someone
your age to be at the beck and call of a young child, some people might
see it as inappropriate."
"I know that there are plenty of people back home in Sweden who have
become minis. Many of them are being kept as pets or toys by their own
kids. As for Kevin, I feel very happy to be his pet. He's been a lot
better owner to me than I was a parent to him. Part of me still sees him
as my son, and I love him very much. But I also look up to him and I
feel very safe being under his protection. You say that I'm at his
beck and call, and I'm fine with that. I respect his authority over me,
and I have faith that he's acting in my best interests."
The camera light went off. "Okay, that's a cut," the director announced.
"You were great, Sondra."
Vicki was exhausted. Ms. Hansen told Nick that they were going
to take a break and that she would be interviewing Kevin in the
next segment. Vicki got up on her knees as Kevin approached. He picked
her up and held her against his shoulder, his palm cupping her little
bottom. "It's okay, Vicki," he murmured. "You were really good. You
were a good girl."
She felt better hearing this. Being held like this made her feel safe.
To be continued...