Breaking Brianna
Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2020 3:12 am
Seen a lot of requests for this & I decided to post the story so it's here as an archival piece. All credits go to the original author, Huz;
None of America's medical experts predicted the arrival of a genetic mutation known as the Shrinking Gene. When hundreds of adolescents began mysteriously shrinking to approximately six inches tall, people all across the United States, and even throughout the rest of the world, panicked. For almost a year there were mass riots occurring every day. The President of the United States and Congress frantically mobilized the world's top doctors to find a cure. Their allies in the U.K., France, Russia, and other countries also aided them in this search for a remedy to the mass shrinking of so many teenagers, but the epidemic remained entirely contained within the borders of the U.S. This is what finally led scientists and doctors to agree that this uncanny transformation was not being caused by a virus or bacteria, but by a complex genetic mutation. After three years, world leaders conceded that there was no cure. Scientists dubbed this mutation the Shrinking Syndrome. Oddly enough, society adjusted itself fairly well after that.
One in a thousand people developed this mutation, and it always revealed itself in the years during puberty, before the age of twenty. Thus, anyone twenty and older counted themselves fortunate and went on with their lives.
As for those teens who were not so fortunate and who suddenly found themselves rapidly shrinking one day, they found that, although some public officials were doing their best to accommodate them, most people considered them as something less-than-human, more like pets or toys than actual people. Some law officials were doing their best to prosecute those that harmed or mistreated Shrinkies, but the cases were so numerous, with even more unreported, that the task soon proved impossible. Most Shrinkies entered a nightmare world where people treated them however they wished.
But not everywhere. Some parts of the country still protected the rights of Shrinkies, but those places were the exception, not the norm....
Who can tell me who the first man to reach the South Pole on foot was, and in what year?” asked Mr. Elkridge.
The classroom full of high school seniors was utterly silent, and only one hand shot up to answer the question. Mr. Elkridge waited with his arms folded, surveying the roomful of students somberly.
“Anyone?” he asked.
The lone hand remained extended. It waved back and forth and the student it belonged to groaned impatiently.
“Anyone?” the teacher asked yet again. “Anyone besides Brianna.”
Mr. Elkridge was answered again by total silence. He sighed in frustrated acceptance.
“All right Brianna, what’s the answer?”
“Roald Amundsen in 1911,” the spry eighteen-year-old answered.
“Yes, that’s exactly right,” Mr. Elkridge replied in a tone that indicated he was pleased with the answer, but not overly so.
Mr. Elkridge was underwhelmed because Brianna almost always had the correct answer and was not shy about showing off. She was at the top of her graduating class as far as academics were concerned. She also performed on the high school dance team. Her shiny black hair and dark eyes, her soft pink lips and high cheekbones, and her slim, athletic body with its trim, shapely hips and tight, toned stomach seemed to further encourage her love of the spotlight and magically attract camera lenses in her direction. She was an exceptional student both academically and physically, and quite popular among her classmates.
She was also a Shrinky and stood just under six inches tall.
Her raised hand had only been visible because she was seated on the first desk in the front row, and because she was literally seated on the desk, her bare, shapely legs crossed in front of her while her black T-shirt was lifted several Shrinky inches above the waistband of her shorts, exposing her toned midriff. Her B-cup breasts that strained against the shirt as she raised her arm were not overly impressive as far as size was concerned, especially at her current size, but they were shaped spectacularly, their perky, perfectly spherical shapes clearly visible through the tight top. After she finished answering Mr. Elkridge’s question, Brianna placed her arms behind her and leaned on them, continuing to jut out her chest so that her pert breasts remained on display, along with her flat stomach. She stretched her legs out in front of her and smiled in satisfaction.
At that moment the school bell buzzed over the intercom, and the sound of backpacks and papers rustling filled the room.
Brianna jumped to her feet and rose up on her tiptoes, flexing her calf muscles. Immediately after that she flexed her butt cheeks, knowing that every boy in the row behind her was checking out her butt that was shown off by her tight, pink gym shorts. She knew she had one of the tightest, petitest butts of all the girls in school, and her Shriny stature did not lower her confidence any.
Her high school was an Integrated High School, which meant that Shrinkies and unshrunken students attended it together, so when the majority of students cleared out of the classroom, a few Shrinkies besides Brianna were left behind, all seated in the front row. An equal number of regular-sized students stood up from various places around the classroom and walked up to the front row, where one student stood in front of each Shrinky and held out their hands next to the desks. These were Chaperones for the Height-Impaired, or CHI’s for short, and had been assigned that task by school administrators. Their job was to escort the Shrinkies from class to class and ensure that they were not harmed.
The part of the country that Brianna lived in was one of the few states where Shrinkies’ rights were protected. Public opinion was beginning to swing against these Shrinkies even in this part of the nation, but the laws still protected their rights as equals and those laws were still enforced.
Brianna’s CHI stepped next to the desk and lowered his hands next to it, cupping them together. Brianna sprang nimbly into his hands and crouched down, steadying herself with hands against his leathery palms. She glanced briefly up at his face. His name was Jacob. His face was average and his hair was red, both turnoffs for her. She found him to be boring and enjoyed teasing him with her body and denying him access to it, which was why she did not sit down on his hand like most Shrinkies did: She did not want to give him the satisfaction of touching her amazing butt.
“Let’s go,” she ordered, looking quickly away from him. “I need to be early for third period so you can set up for my presentation on the base eight number system.”
“Okay,” Jacob said resignedly. He turned and walked out of the classroom.
“Not so bumpy. Careful!” Brianna snapped. “I don’t like getting rocked around so much. Hold your hands more steady.”
“Okay, sorry.”
Jacob looked longingly down at her as he walked out of the classroom. He yearned to touch her body all over and have his way with her, but he knew the laws of his state and the policies of his school would not allow it, and he was too shy to disobey. He was annoyed with Brianna for being so snobbish, but his lust for her was even greater than his anger.
He carried her to her next class and placed her on her customary desk. She folded her arms and frowned up at him.
“All right, let’s get to work on setting up. Here’s what I need...” she began.
Jacob sighed and moved to obey her.
.......
Brianna reclined in the backseat of her mother’s car as she was driven home from school. She had the entire plush, leather seat to herself, and at her size, that was like having a small mountain meadow to herself.
She had shrunk two years ago. Thanks to the enforced laws where she lived, she had adjusted quickly to her new life at barely six inches tall. Her grades had not suffered in the least. She had been near the top of her class before discovering that she had the Shrinking Gene, and she remained academically superior to most of her classmates even after shrinking. She had already been offered several scholarships and had a bright academic future ahead of her.
She breathed deeply and calmly, looking forward to a night of partying with her girlfriends, followed by a trip out on the town the next day.
.......
“I knew I should never have agreed to stop at the mall,” Brianna grumbled to herself.
She paced back and forth restlessly on the tabletop in the corner of the mall’s food court. Her friends had insisted on stopping by the mall as part of spending the day downtown. Brianna hated this mall because it was located on the state border, and because of some county rule or another, was not required to follow the same pro-Shrinky laws as everywhere else in the city. The owners had taken full advantage of this to promote their anti-Shrinky bias, posting signs
everywhere in the mall that banned Shrinkies from any place in the mall except the food court. So now Brianna could only sit here with her milkshake, a milkshake that was regular size and not Shrinky size, and wait glumly for her friends to finish what they had promised would be a quick shopping trip. That promise had been an hour ago.
“This sucks!” she hissed to herself.
She strutted over to the milkshake and grabbed the bendy straw, pulling it down to her mouth and doing her best to suck some liquid out of it.
Without warning she accidentally slipped on the tabletop and fell forward, allowing the straw to slip out of her hands prematurely. It bounced up into the air and wobbled for a moment, coming to a stop high out of Brianna’s reach. She growled at it and stomped her foot in frustration.
“Damn it!” she snapped.
“Need some help with that?” asked a voice behind her.
She gasped and spun around to find a teenage boy standing next to the table. His unshrunken form loomed over her. She instantly decided he was good-looking, but not handsome enough for her tastes. His brown hair sprouted fuzzily out of his head, trimmed short and not gelled.
His body was somewhat slender but his shoulders were broad and his neck was thick, with a defined adam’s apple and a chin and nose with exactly the right amount of pronouncement. His eyes were slightly lighter than hers, and they twinkled as he grimaced down at her with a pitying expression. He adjusted a backpack that hung from his shoulders and continued to stare at her.
“What do you want?” Brianna asked, annoyed by the nature of his stare.
“I asked if you needed some help,” he said. “With this.”
His giant hand streaked past her head and grabbed the straw of the milkshake, bending it down to her level and holding it there.
“There you go,” he said in a slightly soprano voice, as if talking to a small child or animal, “have a drink little one. I’m sure your owner wants to keep that sexy body of yours healthy and hydrated.”
Brianna’s mouth fell open in shock. “Excuse me?” she said. “I’m not anybody’s pet!”
She smacked the straw out of his giant fingers. Drops of milkshake sprayed onto her face, shirt, the tabletop, and the boy’s hand.
“Hey, see what you did? You got yourself dirty,” the boy said in annoyance, shaking off his hand and rubbing it on his jeans. “You don’t behave very well do you? I didn’t expect to find such an unruly Shrinky on my last day of vacation.”
Brianna balled her hands into fists and stomped closer to him, but only until she realized that she was forced to tilt her head backward farther and farther to keep eye contact with him. This realization added to her fury.
“Look asshole, I don’t know how they do things where you’re from, but in this part of the world, Shrinkies aren’t pets!” she shouted. “They’re treated just like everybody else!”
The teenage boy’s brown eyes widened in his own state of shock. Then his face contorted into an angry frown.
“I knew this state was more liberal than most when it came to stuff like that, but I had no idea!” he breathed. “You mean you don’t have an owner at all?”
“No!” Brianna yelled at him. “Now get the hell out of here, jackass!”
The boy’s angry expression deepened. He folded toned arms across his chest.
“I’m not going to let some Shrinky talk to me that way,” he fumed. “You need to learn your place, little hussy, and I guess I get to teach it to you.” His expression suddenly brightened. “I have been thinking of getting my own pet Shrinky. Guess now’s a good a time as any.”
He unfolded his arms and the next thing Brianna knew, a giant hand was diving down toward her.
“What? No!” she shouted in angry surprise.
Seconds later giant fingers wrapped around her body and lifted her off the table.
“Put me down! How dare you! Help someone! Help!”
But the table was in a secluded corner of the food court, and no one was close enough to notice or hear her screams.
His fist flew up to his face. She stared up at him, twisting in his grip, sickeningly aware of how her breasts scraped keenly against the rim of his fist even through her shirt, and how her butt slid against the inside of his curled fingers.
“Put me down now you bastard!” she screamed.
“This is for your own good,” he said to her, the wind from his breath stirring the hairs on her head. “Shrinkies aren’t real people anymore, and the sooner they learn that, the better.”
He rotated his upper body around swiftly, jerking her roughly through the air, and began unzipping his backpack.
Her heart began to race in panic when she saw the zipper of the pack opening underneath her.
“No! You can’t” she shrieked in panic. “Help! Someone help me please!”
He lowered her toward the wide opening of the backpack.
“Don’t do this!” she cried up at him. “Please! No! No!”
Her last shout transformed into a wail as his fist released her and she plummeted into the waiting maw of his pack. She fell into darkness, landing in a soft, narrow crevice. She looked upward in time to see and hear the opening being zipped shut.
“No!” she screamed.
..........
For hours Brianna was carried around in the backpack, which swayed nauseatingly around with each of the giant teenage boy’s steps. She finally gave up punching, kicking, and yelling, and now lay against one of the walls of the pack’s interior and did her best not to lapse into medical shock, pass out, or vomit. She could not believe this was happening to her. No one had ever treated her like this teenage boy had. She had been kidnapped and put in a backpack, and it sounded like he intended to make her his pet. There was no way she would allow that.
“I just need to find a way to call my parents,” she whispered to distract herself from a strong wave of nausea. “Then they can come get me, or call the police.”
For another hour or more she remained trapped in the darkness of the backpack, which sometimes stopped to rest before lurching into motion again. She heard garbled conversations of crowds, the honking of horns, and the rumble of what sounded like the engine of a bus as heard from the inside, during her time in the pack. She felt her panic rising.
All at once the top of the pack was zipped open, creating a ceiling of indoor lighting that temporarily blinded her after her time in the blackness of the bag’s large pocket. A giant hand dropped through the opening and clawed at her. She tried to scramble away from it but there was nowhere to go to escape it. Its fingers grasped her and hoisted her into the air.
She was brought in front of the teenage boys’ face again. He stared at her with an unreadable expression. She squirmed in his grip as she studied the room around him. It was obviously
his bedroom, with swimsuit model posters covering the walls and clothes strewn over the bed, floor, and weight bench. Clothes and boxes filled the room’s closet. To Brianna, of course, the room was the size of a canyon, which made the fact that it belonged to the boy who had just kidnapped her even more frightening.
“Welcome to your new home,” he said to her. “You’ll realize that Shrinkies aren’t given special treatment in this state.”
“I don’t want special treatment. I deserve equal treatment!” Brianna shouted at him.
One of his tan, muscular calves dropped out of sight as he stood up, his khaki shorts rustling and his tight T-shirt creaking. He walked over to his bed and lowered Brianna onto it.
As soon as his fist opened, she charged across the mattress. But when she arrived at the edge of the bed she saw that the drop was much too far to jump and that there was nothing close enough to the bed to leap onto. She turned around at the same moment that the teenage boy’s hand flew up behind her. Its fingers pinched her right arm and dragged her back onto the mattress.
“Let go of me!’ she shouted, fighting against his grip, but she was no match for him at her size.
He yanked her arm over her head and held it there, then plucked her other arm from her side with his free hand and stuffed it into the fingers that held her first arm. She grunted and tugged with her arms, trying to free them, but they remained held high above her head. Her midriff was exposed again by the small shirt she wore, and his forefinger from his free hand darted out and began stroking her stomach.
“Don’t touch me!” she yelled.
His giant face filled her view as he knelt at his bedside, his warm breath blowing across her body once again. He stared at her thoughtfully.
“It’s time to start breaking you in before I head to bed,” he said.
“You jerk! You kidnapped me!” she cried.
“I didn’t kidnap you. You’re a stray Shrinky. I gave you a home. You should thank me.”
“Go to hell!” She was terrified and furious at the same time.
“You need to learn your place,” he said gruffly.
“You have no right to do this to me! You’re just some little boy with average looks!”
“Who are you calling little?” he demanded. “You’re the Shrinky here. And I’m seventeen.”
“Well I’m eighteen! And I’m going to be valedictorian and get a free ride to any college I choose!” she shouted, still attempting to pull her arms free from his fingers.
He smiled smugly at her. “You may be older than me, but I’m the one in charge. And your brain smarts, as well as the rest of you, belong to me now.”
His free hand lifted away from her stomach and slid down her bare legs to her feet, where it pulled off her left shoe, taking the sock along with it.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
“The first thing to do tonight is get you out of those clothes. Shrinkies don’t wear clothes unless their owners let them, and I want you naked.”
He pulled off the other shoe and sock.
Brianna finally succumbed to her rising panic. She screamed wordlessly and flailed her legs, writhing violently beneath the teenage boy’s hand. The next few minutes were a whirl of terror and broken images. Her shirt was torn from her body in shreds by giant fingers. Her shorts were whisked down her legs and off her feet despite her frantic kicking. Her already perky breasts were pushed even higher as her bra was cupped between a giant teenage forefinger and thumb, while a giant boy face leered appreciatively down at her cleavage. Then her bra was ripped off in two pieces by those same fingers, sending her small, pert breasts bouncing free. Her screams increased as her bare breasts were cupped and rubbed by the teenage boy’s forefinger and thumb. Moments later her panties were swished down her legs and away, leaving her completely nude and suspended by her arms from the teenage boy’s other hand.
“No! Give those back!” she shrieked as she saw the boy’s free hand slam down on top of the pile of the clothes he had stripped off her. She knew that only her panties and shorts still remained in one piece, but she did not care. She knew those clothes belonged to her.
“You’re my pet and you have to stay naked,” he replied simply.
He wadded up her shredded clothes in his hand and tossed them across the room into a squat trash can.
“No!” Brianna cried.
The boy turned back to her. His free hand began digging in the pocket of his shorts.
“I bought this on the trip home,” he said to her.
He lifted a slender, crescent object up between his fingertips. Light from the room flashed off its pink surface. Brianna suddenly realized what it was: a collar.
“No! Get that thing away from me! No! No!”
She convulsed and wriggled madly, frantically, desperately as he brought the open collar swiftly up to her neck. It appeared to me made of hard, rigid plastic.
“All good Shrinky pets wear collars,” the teenage boy said matter-a-factly.
“I’m a human being not an animal! I won’t wear that! Stop! No!”
She moved her neck from side to side too quickly for him to catch it with the open collar.
“Hold...still!” he growled impatiently at her.
“Leave me alone!”
Growling again deep in his throat, he yanked her arms to her sides and pinned them there with the hand that held her, lifting her swiftly off the bed and up to his face. He could now easily bring the collar up and snap it around her neck.
“No!”
It snapped into place.
Brianna screamed wordlessly in fury and despair, thrashing her legs.
“There we go,” the boy said.
He dropped her back onto the mattress.
Brianna clawed at the collar. “Get it off me!”
“It only comes off if I key in the correct code on this remote control,” he said, holding up a square remote with an antenna sprouting out of it, “and I’m not going to. It stays on, and tomorrow I’ll take you in to be registered with the city.”
“Get it off me now!” Brianna was horrified and furious beyond even her own comprehension. She vaguely remembered that she was also naked in front of a giant teenage boy, but her fury over the collar around her neck surged to the forefront of her mind again.
“No,” the teen boy said firmly. “Now, time to put you to bed.”
He grabbed her in his fist and stood, causing her to gasp at the sudden turbulent motion. She struggled in his fist as he carried her away from his bed.
“Put me down! Get this collar of me! Let me go! I’m not your pet!”
“Yes you are,” he said to her.
He crouched toward the floor and shoved a pile of clothes aside, revealing an open shoebox. He dropped her inside.
“This is your home for tonight. I’ll get you a better one tomorrow. If you need to go to the bathroom, you can use...uh...” He rummaged through the piles of clothes on his bedroom floor. “These.” He tossed three white socks into the shoe box, then pressed them against one side.
Brianna watched him do this in angry disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
He smirked superiorly down at her. “Good night. By the way, you should know your new owner’s name. I’m Cameron. And your new name is Tiffy.”
“My new name? You can’t name me! I already have...”
He slammed the shoebox’s lid heavily in place, blocking out the bedroom’s overhead electric light.
“Let me out of here!” she shouted, pounding against the wall. “I’ll suffocate!”
“Already taking care of that,” came the teenage boy’s muffled reply. “Better lie flat against the floor of the box for a minute.”
“What?” Brianna questioned.
Suddenly a giant folded pair of scissor blades punctured loudly through the lid of the box, stabbing at the air an arm's length away from her. She yelped and stumbled away from the blades, dropping to her knees and then onto her stomach. She trembled as the scissors stabbed randomly into the lid from different locations, one of which was directly above her.
“There, done,” the boy, Cameron, said. “Night.”
Brianna stood and pounded on the wall of the box again. “You can’t do this! Let me out now!”
She received no reply. She heard Cameron’s giant feet thudding around in his room, followed by the clinking of hangers against each other in the faraway closet. Later, the thin columns of light that filtered down through the air holes in the shoebox’s roof vanished, which she guessed meant he had turned out his bedroom light. She listened closely for more sounds, but could only
hear his steady breathing in the distance.
Hugging herself, she crouched down and shivered. She remembered again that she was naked. She could not believe that she had started this day like any other, happy, confident, possessing a bright future both academically and socially, and, most importantly, clothed, only to finish it stripped of her clothes and underwear and sleeping in a shoebox as a teenage boy’s pet.
No, I’m not his pet! she thought. I”ll never play his game! This is kidnapping, pure and simple!
Fuming, yet shaking in shock and fright, she slowly settled onto the floor of the box and drifted into a feverish, fitful sleep full of nightmares where she was stripped again and again by giant, boy hands.
.......
She woke early the next morning and knew that she needed to urinate.
She glanced over at the stack of giant socks against the far wall of the shoebox. What must have been early-morning sunlight shone dimly through the air holes, allowing her only enough light to discern shapes and faded colors. Her stomach twisted in disgust, humiliation, and anger as she studied the grooved, creased forms of Cameron’s discarded socks.
That bastard,” she whispered venomously to herself.
But she had no choice. Rising slowly to her feet, she trudged over to the socks, pulled the corner of the top one back, and climbed onto the one underneath. Then she squatted and proceeded to empty her bladder onto it. She hung her head and looked away in shame. When she was done, she hopped off the sock and placed the top sock firmly over the one she had urinated on. Feeling dirty inside and out, she walked back to the other side of the box.
An hour or so later, she heard and felt the giant teen boy moving around in his room.
Without warning, the lid of the box flew off and his face was there, with its pointed nose and chin. He leered down at her with his brown eyes glittering. His hand dropped into the box and grabbed her without a word. He lifted her up to his face. She grunted and struggled in his grip.
“Morning Tiffy,” he said. “I’m all dressed and ready to go. Time to get you registered and buy you a new place to sleep.”
She saw that he had indeed changed clothes, now wearing a black sports jersey and jean shorts. He stood up and walked toward his bedroom door, which waited like a rectangular, hollow mountain in the distance from Brianna’s perspective.
“It’s time to take me home!” Brianna shouted up at him. Now she had overcome her panic enough to be embarrassed and degraded by the sensation of his curled fingers touching the smooth skin of her nude body.
“Your home’s like a three hour drive away from here,” he said. “Besides, this is your home now, with me.”
“I have family and friends!” she screamed at him. “You can’t keep me!”
He ignored her.
She began twisting and wriggling in his fist, but to no avail.
He carried her through his house that appeared enormous and monstrous to Brianna, both because she was a Shrinky and because it was unfamiliar to her.
When he arrived at his front door, before opening it, his hand began lowering toward his waist. Brianna looked down and saw his free hand unzipping a pocket on his jean shorts. She
struggled more in his grasp, but he still brought her over his pocket and then dropped her inside.
As soon as her body struck the bottom of the pocket, he had zipped the top shut. She pounded against the side of the pocket for a few moments but finally gave up and curled into a ball, grinding her teeth and fuming in anger.
“First we’ll get you registered,” came Cameron’s voice from high above her.
The pocket swung into motion.
.......
Brianna stood on the cold white counter between Cameron and the young man who manned the Shrinky Registration window, shielding her breasts from view with one arm and covering her crotch with the other arm. She had heard of places like this before, but had never seen one or given them much thought. Now she shook with both apprehension and indignation. She could not believe she was about to be licensed like some animal. This city office was rather quiet this morning. Other people walked past on their way to or from other windows that did not deal with Shrinkies, but she did not see anyone else standing in line with Shrinkies to register.
“Put her on this scale,” the young man said. He appeared to be in his early twenties, with what Brianna considered a babyface, along with eyeglasses and long, shaggy brown hair. He slid a black, flat weight scale forward.
Cameron plucked Brianna off the counter and placed her on the scale. She stood there as the digital display on it registered her weight. The young city employee typed the information into a computer.
Seconds later a tape measure appeared in his hands and he held it up to her, measuring her height before setting the object down and entering her height into the computer as well.
Soon he had printed out a small license tag, which he handed to Cameron.
“All right, all done,” the young man said.
“Really?” Cameron asked.
Cameron’s hand held Brianna in place as he clipped the license onto her collar. She tried to fight him but he finished too quickly. She grabbed the tag and glared at it. On one side, what must have been Cameron’s name and address were engraved into it, above the date that the license expired. When she turned the tag over, the name “Tiffy” stared back up at her from the shiny metal surface. She threw the tag out of her hand, where it slapped against her chest and hung between her breasts like a demeaning locket.
Overcome with sudden rage, she stomped forward on the scale and raised her middle finger at the city worker.
“How can you do this to me?” she shrieked at him. “I’m a human being! I’m going to be my school’s valedictorian! I’m popular! You can’t put a tag around my neck like some kind of kitten!”
The young man turned to Cameron. “She’s still rather spirited. You might want to look into some obedience training.”
Brianna’s mouth fell open and she stared back and forth in shocked rage from one giant male to the other.
“I know. I’ve been reading up it for a while now,” Cameron replied.
“She’s got a nice ass. Mind if I play with it for a bit?” the city employee asked.
“Sure, go ahead,” Cameron answered with a proud grin.
“What? No!”
The young man snatched her off the scale and rotated her around in his hand so that she faced away from him, pinning her arms to her sides and pressing her into the palm of the hand that held her by pushing two of his fingers from his free hand into the small of her back.
“No! Let me go!” she shrieked.
Then her butt, the butt she was so proud of took and such pleasure in taunting boys with, was touched by a man in his twenties against her will with two of his giant fingers, one finger to each butt cheek. Those fingers pushed firmly in on her buttocks and began grinding into them.
“Mmm yeah, she is a nice find,” the young man breathed.
“I know,” Cameron said.
Brianna felt her butt being kneaded and fondled by those giant fingertips.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” she cried, wriggling with all her might in his hand.
“She must be pretty athletic,” the young man commented. “This ass is toned and firm.””
She felt him pinch her buttocks together between his fingertips.
“You can’t do this to me! Stop right now!”
“Yeah, I think the shirt I tore off her after I first got her said something about a school dance team,” Cameron said.
“Is that a Shrinky girl?” a new voice asked.
Brianna’s head snapped up to stare in wide-eyed horror at yet another giant teenage boy. He was muscular and handsome, with blond hair and wearing a tank top. He stood next to Cameron but was gazing intently at her.
“I was just on my way out after getting my driver’s license, but man I’d like to play with her. She looks hot. Can I?” he asked Cameron.
“Sure,” Cameron said, folding his arms and obviously basking in the attention.
The city worker held his hand toward the new teenage boy, who appeared to be around Cameron’s age. Brianna may have thought he was attractive, but the fact that he was going to fondle her against her will overrode any excitement she may have felt.
“No way! I’m not some object to be passed around!” she cried.
The new teenage boy’s fingers wrapped around her and lifted her up to his face.
“Wow, holy perky tits Batman!”
“Don’t touch me there! No!”
He pinched and hefted her bare breasts between the forefinger and thumb of his free hand, grinding them against each other.
“How dare you! Stop! St--”
“And check out that ass! Damn!”
He flipped her around and held her in his hand exactly like the city employee had just done, and began squeezing and rubbing her butt cheeks.
“No! Stop! Stop!”
She flailed her legs and writhed with all her might, but she was helpless to stop him from groping and fondling her butt. He continued to do so for the next several minutes, while asking Cameron questions about where he found her, which Cameron gladly answered. The fact that Brianna was screaming for the boy to stop what he was doing during the entire conversation did not hinder their discussion at all.
Finally he handed her back to Cameron.
“Go to hell all of you!” she yelled, wriggling in Cameron’s fist.
“Feisty one, isn’t she?” the new teenage boy commented.
“Yeah,” Cameron agreed.
He sat her down on the counter.
“You know I didn’t want to say anything, but it’s kind of uncool to have a Shrinky resist so much like that. You need to train her better,” the teenage boy said to Cameron.
While the boy spoke, he extended his hand and, without even looking, as if doing it absently, began stroking the tips of Brianna’s breasts.
Brianna squawked and backed away, but Cameron’s hand came up behind her and held her in place. She looked up at him and saw that he was frowning down at her.
“Be a good Shrinky and hold still,” Cameron said firmly, wagging his other index finger at her.
The other teenage boy’s forefinger and middle finger pushed into her breasts again and began fondling them in earnest.
“Yeah, I want to feel your tits so hold still,” the boy said in a tone of utter seriousness.
Brianna grabbed onto one of his fingers with each of her hands and tried to pry them off her chest, grunting and squealing wordlessly.
“Can I play with her ass again?” the young city employee asked.
“Sure,” Cameron said, withdrawing his hand.
Another set of fingers swooped in and began rubbing and tweaking Brianna’s butt cheeks again.
She screamed and fought with both giant hands, but it was hopeless. All her athleticism meant nothing against unshrunken people, a fact she had never been forced to face before yesterday. Cameron watched with a neutral expression as the teenage boy and twenty-something man molested Brianna’s breasts and butt.
She saw other people pass by the desk, but none appeared interested in her cries or her struggles.
.......
“It fits perfectly in here!” Cameron said happily.
He held Brianna in his fist. The nightmare at the city office had ended hours ago, but a new one seemed about to start for the Shrinky girl. The clear plastic cage he had bought her was wedged securely into a corner of his bedroom floor. Brianna felt revulsion and yet more anger as she studied it again. Two thimble-sized metal dishes sat securely in holes in the center of the cage. Those did not make Brianna as queasy as the cage’s two other main features, and she did not know which amenity sickened her more. A depressed trough ran along one side of the cage,
a trough that Cameron had dutifully filled with cat litter. This trough was meant, of course, as Brianna’s bathroom, a litter box inside her cage. Against the other wall of the cage, an orange hamster wheel was secured in place. Brianna looked back and forth from the hamster wheel to the litter box like she had done with the two male giants earlier, appalled, shocked, and enraged.
“I mean it, I am not living in there,” Brianna said emphatically.
Cameron held her in front of his face. “Oh yes you are. I just spent a lot of money on this. It’s all for you, my little pet.”
He knelt next to the cage and opened the lid, which at the moment was not secured shut by its latches. He placed Brianna inside.
“Now I want to see you run on the wheel. Plus it will be good exercise for you,” he said. “Go on.”
She whirled around and bared her teeth at him. “No fucking way.”
He glowered down at her, clenching his fist in frustration. Without warning he grabbed her in his hand, swung her through the air and shoved her inside the hamster wheel. The next thing she knew, he had jabbed a button on the wheel’s stand and the wheel began to turn.
“What? No! I said ‘no!’” she yelled in alarm.
But the wheel was turning faster and faster and she had no time to jump out. She was forced to run with all her strength or be thrown up against the top of the wheel and out. It was like running on a treadmill at the highest setting, but without a safety key and with the treadmill looping up and behind her. There was no escape. Her tag jingled as it struck her chest repeatedly. She continued to run, grateful for all the cardio exercises she had done for her dance team.
She looked desperately up at Cameron, who was lying on his side next to the cage with an arm propping up his head, his elbow digging into the carpet.
“Turn it off!” she shouted at him.
Her voice echoed dully back to her from off the cage wall.
“It’s the automatic setting,” Cameron said, his voice somewhat muffled by the wall. “Cool, huh? That’s why I had to pay extra for this cage. It’s also why I had to buy it from an unlicensed
pet supply shop. The government claims automatic hamster wheels are too dangerous for Shrinkies.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I figure for a girl as in-shape as you, this should be no problem. And,” he leaned closer to the wall and glared at her, “this will motivate you to run on the wheel on your own when I say so.”
He lifted his arm over the cage wall and pressed the button on the hamster wheel. The wheel’s motor died and it slowly lost momentum. Brianna stood panting when it finally came to a standstill.
“I hate you, you monster!” she yelled at him.
“Will you run for me, or not?” he demanded.
Fuming through her nostrils at him, she turned and began to run again. This time the wheel responded to the force she exerted against it, spinning squeakily beneath her.
“Faster,” Cameron ordered. “Faster.”
Brianna obeyed, humiliated to realize that she was running in a hamster wheel like some gerbil.
Cameron shifted his position next to the cage and studied her as she ran, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
“I like the way your cute little budonkadonk flexes as you run,” he observed, “and how your boobies jiggle.”
Brianna felt her cheeks redden. “You are a perv and a bully!” she snarled at him between labored breaths.
Suddenly his hand flew over the cage wall again and splayed over the wheel, halting its movement immediately. Brianna’s body bashed into the inner portion of the wheel in front of her and she fell onto her bottom. She was still shaking her head in a daze when Cameron’s hand hauled her out of the wheel and rapidly out of the cage.
He held her there, suspended over the cage, and poked her roughly in the stomach with a finger from his free hand.
“No, I’m your owner, and you’d better learn your place,” Cameron said sternly. “Tomorrow we’re going to start training you.”
“You can’t train me! I’m not a--”
“Listen, little hussy!” he growled, jerking her even closer to his face. “I’ve been patient with you today. I thought you’d figure out by now that you don’t have rights because you’re a Shrinky, but I see you’re too stubborn for that.” Spittle flew from his face as he berated her. “You need to be punished.”
“Punished? “Wha--”
He flattened her face-down into his palm as the other giants had done earlier that day, pinning her arms to her sides and holding her in place. She struggled, confused, expecting him to start fondling her butt.
Instead, she received a sudden, painful smack on her rear end with his forefinger and middle finger from his free hand.
Smack!
“Ow!” she cried. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you a spanking. You’ve been defiant all day today. They may put up with that in the liberal town you used to live in, but people around here don’t.”
Smack!
She yelped wordlessly at the sharp, stinging pain inflicted by his fingers. She glanced over her shoulder behind her as well as she could and saw that he was holding his forefinger and middle finger close together. Even as she watched he whipped them downward again and slapped her bottom another time.
Smack!
“Stop!” she screamed, flailing her legs. Her butt was beginning to sting awfully, as if the supple skin was on fire. “Don’t do this to me!”
Smack!
“You need...”
Smack!
“...to learn...”
Smack!
“...your place, Tiffy.”
Smack!
“No!” she wailed. “My name’s Brianna!
Smack!
“It’s Tiffy!” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Stop it!” she howled.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Finally he tossed her into the cage again. She crawled away from him on her stomach, shuddering in physical shock while her entire body shook from the burning pain on her bottom. In fact she was in too much pain to stand up, let alone sit down. She lay there on her stomach, feeling like an abused worm, and clawed at the plastic floor while she gritted her teeth and winced from the sting brought on by the giant teen boy’s spanking.
Spanking. He just spanked me! she thought in revulsion and self-reproach. I’m an honor roll student and star athlete and he just spanked me!
“Stop mouthing off and fighting me,” Cameron ordered. “Now, I’m going to go hang out with some friends. When I get home tonight, you better be acting more like my pet.”
He closed the lid of the cage and snapped the latches in place. His heavy feet stomped out of the room, but not before he switched off the bedroom light and slammed the door, leaving only the rays of the setting sun that streamed through the window to illuminate the room.
Thin slits in a grid pattern in the center of the cage lid let air in. Lying on her side on the floor of the cage with her bottom pointed in the air in fiery pain, between a hamster wheel and litter box that were both meant for her, Breanna stared up through those slits at the room’s ceiling while tears began to blur her vision. For the first time in a long time, she hung her head and sobbed uncontrollably. The only other sound she could hear was the steady ticking of a clock buried somewhere beneath a pile of Cameron’s laundry as the minutes, then hours, passed slowly by.
None of America's medical experts predicted the arrival of a genetic mutation known as the Shrinking Gene. When hundreds of adolescents began mysteriously shrinking to approximately six inches tall, people all across the United States, and even throughout the rest of the world, panicked. For almost a year there were mass riots occurring every day. The President of the United States and Congress frantically mobilized the world's top doctors to find a cure. Their allies in the U.K., France, Russia, and other countries also aided them in this search for a remedy to the mass shrinking of so many teenagers, but the epidemic remained entirely contained within the borders of the U.S. This is what finally led scientists and doctors to agree that this uncanny transformation was not being caused by a virus or bacteria, but by a complex genetic mutation. After three years, world leaders conceded that there was no cure. Scientists dubbed this mutation the Shrinking Syndrome. Oddly enough, society adjusted itself fairly well after that.
One in a thousand people developed this mutation, and it always revealed itself in the years during puberty, before the age of twenty. Thus, anyone twenty and older counted themselves fortunate and went on with their lives.
As for those teens who were not so fortunate and who suddenly found themselves rapidly shrinking one day, they found that, although some public officials were doing their best to accommodate them, most people considered them as something less-than-human, more like pets or toys than actual people. Some law officials were doing their best to prosecute those that harmed or mistreated Shrinkies, but the cases were so numerous, with even more unreported, that the task soon proved impossible. Most Shrinkies entered a nightmare world where people treated them however they wished.
But not everywhere. Some parts of the country still protected the rights of Shrinkies, but those places were the exception, not the norm....
Who can tell me who the first man to reach the South Pole on foot was, and in what year?” asked Mr. Elkridge.
The classroom full of high school seniors was utterly silent, and only one hand shot up to answer the question. Mr. Elkridge waited with his arms folded, surveying the roomful of students somberly.
“Anyone?” he asked.
The lone hand remained extended. It waved back and forth and the student it belonged to groaned impatiently.
“Anyone?” the teacher asked yet again. “Anyone besides Brianna.”
Mr. Elkridge was answered again by total silence. He sighed in frustrated acceptance.
“All right Brianna, what’s the answer?”
“Roald Amundsen in 1911,” the spry eighteen-year-old answered.
“Yes, that’s exactly right,” Mr. Elkridge replied in a tone that indicated he was pleased with the answer, but not overly so.
Mr. Elkridge was underwhelmed because Brianna almost always had the correct answer and was not shy about showing off. She was at the top of her graduating class as far as academics were concerned. She also performed on the high school dance team. Her shiny black hair and dark eyes, her soft pink lips and high cheekbones, and her slim, athletic body with its trim, shapely hips and tight, toned stomach seemed to further encourage her love of the spotlight and magically attract camera lenses in her direction. She was an exceptional student both academically and physically, and quite popular among her classmates.
She was also a Shrinky and stood just under six inches tall.
Her raised hand had only been visible because she was seated on the first desk in the front row, and because she was literally seated on the desk, her bare, shapely legs crossed in front of her while her black T-shirt was lifted several Shrinky inches above the waistband of her shorts, exposing her toned midriff. Her B-cup breasts that strained against the shirt as she raised her arm were not overly impressive as far as size was concerned, especially at her current size, but they were shaped spectacularly, their perky, perfectly spherical shapes clearly visible through the tight top. After she finished answering Mr. Elkridge’s question, Brianna placed her arms behind her and leaned on them, continuing to jut out her chest so that her pert breasts remained on display, along with her flat stomach. She stretched her legs out in front of her and smiled in satisfaction.
At that moment the school bell buzzed over the intercom, and the sound of backpacks and papers rustling filled the room.
Brianna jumped to her feet and rose up on her tiptoes, flexing her calf muscles. Immediately after that she flexed her butt cheeks, knowing that every boy in the row behind her was checking out her butt that was shown off by her tight, pink gym shorts. She knew she had one of the tightest, petitest butts of all the girls in school, and her Shriny stature did not lower her confidence any.
Her high school was an Integrated High School, which meant that Shrinkies and unshrunken students attended it together, so when the majority of students cleared out of the classroom, a few Shrinkies besides Brianna were left behind, all seated in the front row. An equal number of regular-sized students stood up from various places around the classroom and walked up to the front row, where one student stood in front of each Shrinky and held out their hands next to the desks. These were Chaperones for the Height-Impaired, or CHI’s for short, and had been assigned that task by school administrators. Their job was to escort the Shrinkies from class to class and ensure that they were not harmed.
The part of the country that Brianna lived in was one of the few states where Shrinkies’ rights were protected. Public opinion was beginning to swing against these Shrinkies even in this part of the nation, but the laws still protected their rights as equals and those laws were still enforced.
Brianna’s CHI stepped next to the desk and lowered his hands next to it, cupping them together. Brianna sprang nimbly into his hands and crouched down, steadying herself with hands against his leathery palms. She glanced briefly up at his face. His name was Jacob. His face was average and his hair was red, both turnoffs for her. She found him to be boring and enjoyed teasing him with her body and denying him access to it, which was why she did not sit down on his hand like most Shrinkies did: She did not want to give him the satisfaction of touching her amazing butt.
“Let’s go,” she ordered, looking quickly away from him. “I need to be early for third period so you can set up for my presentation on the base eight number system.”
“Okay,” Jacob said resignedly. He turned and walked out of the classroom.
“Not so bumpy. Careful!” Brianna snapped. “I don’t like getting rocked around so much. Hold your hands more steady.”
“Okay, sorry.”
Jacob looked longingly down at her as he walked out of the classroom. He yearned to touch her body all over and have his way with her, but he knew the laws of his state and the policies of his school would not allow it, and he was too shy to disobey. He was annoyed with Brianna for being so snobbish, but his lust for her was even greater than his anger.
He carried her to her next class and placed her on her customary desk. She folded her arms and frowned up at him.
“All right, let’s get to work on setting up. Here’s what I need...” she began.
Jacob sighed and moved to obey her.
.......
Brianna reclined in the backseat of her mother’s car as she was driven home from school. She had the entire plush, leather seat to herself, and at her size, that was like having a small mountain meadow to herself.
She had shrunk two years ago. Thanks to the enforced laws where she lived, she had adjusted quickly to her new life at barely six inches tall. Her grades had not suffered in the least. She had been near the top of her class before discovering that she had the Shrinking Gene, and she remained academically superior to most of her classmates even after shrinking. She had already been offered several scholarships and had a bright academic future ahead of her.
She breathed deeply and calmly, looking forward to a night of partying with her girlfriends, followed by a trip out on the town the next day.
.......
“I knew I should never have agreed to stop at the mall,” Brianna grumbled to herself.
She paced back and forth restlessly on the tabletop in the corner of the mall’s food court. Her friends had insisted on stopping by the mall as part of spending the day downtown. Brianna hated this mall because it was located on the state border, and because of some county rule or another, was not required to follow the same pro-Shrinky laws as everywhere else in the city. The owners had taken full advantage of this to promote their anti-Shrinky bias, posting signs
everywhere in the mall that banned Shrinkies from any place in the mall except the food court. So now Brianna could only sit here with her milkshake, a milkshake that was regular size and not Shrinky size, and wait glumly for her friends to finish what they had promised would be a quick shopping trip. That promise had been an hour ago.
“This sucks!” she hissed to herself.
She strutted over to the milkshake and grabbed the bendy straw, pulling it down to her mouth and doing her best to suck some liquid out of it.
Without warning she accidentally slipped on the tabletop and fell forward, allowing the straw to slip out of her hands prematurely. It bounced up into the air and wobbled for a moment, coming to a stop high out of Brianna’s reach. She growled at it and stomped her foot in frustration.
“Damn it!” she snapped.
“Need some help with that?” asked a voice behind her.
She gasped and spun around to find a teenage boy standing next to the table. His unshrunken form loomed over her. She instantly decided he was good-looking, but not handsome enough for her tastes. His brown hair sprouted fuzzily out of his head, trimmed short and not gelled.
His body was somewhat slender but his shoulders were broad and his neck was thick, with a defined adam’s apple and a chin and nose with exactly the right amount of pronouncement. His eyes were slightly lighter than hers, and they twinkled as he grimaced down at her with a pitying expression. He adjusted a backpack that hung from his shoulders and continued to stare at her.
“What do you want?” Brianna asked, annoyed by the nature of his stare.
“I asked if you needed some help,” he said. “With this.”
His giant hand streaked past her head and grabbed the straw of the milkshake, bending it down to her level and holding it there.
“There you go,” he said in a slightly soprano voice, as if talking to a small child or animal, “have a drink little one. I’m sure your owner wants to keep that sexy body of yours healthy and hydrated.”
Brianna’s mouth fell open in shock. “Excuse me?” she said. “I’m not anybody’s pet!”
She smacked the straw out of his giant fingers. Drops of milkshake sprayed onto her face, shirt, the tabletop, and the boy’s hand.
“Hey, see what you did? You got yourself dirty,” the boy said in annoyance, shaking off his hand and rubbing it on his jeans. “You don’t behave very well do you? I didn’t expect to find such an unruly Shrinky on my last day of vacation.”
Brianna balled her hands into fists and stomped closer to him, but only until she realized that she was forced to tilt her head backward farther and farther to keep eye contact with him. This realization added to her fury.
“Look asshole, I don’t know how they do things where you’re from, but in this part of the world, Shrinkies aren’t pets!” she shouted. “They’re treated just like everybody else!”
The teenage boy’s brown eyes widened in his own state of shock. Then his face contorted into an angry frown.
“I knew this state was more liberal than most when it came to stuff like that, but I had no idea!” he breathed. “You mean you don’t have an owner at all?”
“No!” Brianna yelled at him. “Now get the hell out of here, jackass!”
The boy’s angry expression deepened. He folded toned arms across his chest.
“I’m not going to let some Shrinky talk to me that way,” he fumed. “You need to learn your place, little hussy, and I guess I get to teach it to you.” His expression suddenly brightened. “I have been thinking of getting my own pet Shrinky. Guess now’s a good a time as any.”
He unfolded his arms and the next thing Brianna knew, a giant hand was diving down toward her.
“What? No!” she shouted in angry surprise.
Seconds later giant fingers wrapped around her body and lifted her off the table.
“Put me down! How dare you! Help someone! Help!”
But the table was in a secluded corner of the food court, and no one was close enough to notice or hear her screams.
His fist flew up to his face. She stared up at him, twisting in his grip, sickeningly aware of how her breasts scraped keenly against the rim of his fist even through her shirt, and how her butt slid against the inside of his curled fingers.
“Put me down now you bastard!” she screamed.
“This is for your own good,” he said to her, the wind from his breath stirring the hairs on her head. “Shrinkies aren’t real people anymore, and the sooner they learn that, the better.”
He rotated his upper body around swiftly, jerking her roughly through the air, and began unzipping his backpack.
Her heart began to race in panic when she saw the zipper of the pack opening underneath her.
“No! You can’t” she shrieked in panic. “Help! Someone help me please!”
He lowered her toward the wide opening of the backpack.
“Don’t do this!” she cried up at him. “Please! No! No!”
Her last shout transformed into a wail as his fist released her and she plummeted into the waiting maw of his pack. She fell into darkness, landing in a soft, narrow crevice. She looked upward in time to see and hear the opening being zipped shut.
“No!” she screamed.
..........
For hours Brianna was carried around in the backpack, which swayed nauseatingly around with each of the giant teenage boy’s steps. She finally gave up punching, kicking, and yelling, and now lay against one of the walls of the pack’s interior and did her best not to lapse into medical shock, pass out, or vomit. She could not believe this was happening to her. No one had ever treated her like this teenage boy had. She had been kidnapped and put in a backpack, and it sounded like he intended to make her his pet. There was no way she would allow that.
“I just need to find a way to call my parents,” she whispered to distract herself from a strong wave of nausea. “Then they can come get me, or call the police.”
For another hour or more she remained trapped in the darkness of the backpack, which sometimes stopped to rest before lurching into motion again. She heard garbled conversations of crowds, the honking of horns, and the rumble of what sounded like the engine of a bus as heard from the inside, during her time in the pack. She felt her panic rising.
All at once the top of the pack was zipped open, creating a ceiling of indoor lighting that temporarily blinded her after her time in the blackness of the bag’s large pocket. A giant hand dropped through the opening and clawed at her. She tried to scramble away from it but there was nowhere to go to escape it. Its fingers grasped her and hoisted her into the air.
She was brought in front of the teenage boys’ face again. He stared at her with an unreadable expression. She squirmed in his grip as she studied the room around him. It was obviously
his bedroom, with swimsuit model posters covering the walls and clothes strewn over the bed, floor, and weight bench. Clothes and boxes filled the room’s closet. To Brianna, of course, the room was the size of a canyon, which made the fact that it belonged to the boy who had just kidnapped her even more frightening.
“Welcome to your new home,” he said to her. “You’ll realize that Shrinkies aren’t given special treatment in this state.”
“I don’t want special treatment. I deserve equal treatment!” Brianna shouted at him.
One of his tan, muscular calves dropped out of sight as he stood up, his khaki shorts rustling and his tight T-shirt creaking. He walked over to his bed and lowered Brianna onto it.
As soon as his fist opened, she charged across the mattress. But when she arrived at the edge of the bed she saw that the drop was much too far to jump and that there was nothing close enough to the bed to leap onto. She turned around at the same moment that the teenage boy’s hand flew up behind her. Its fingers pinched her right arm and dragged her back onto the mattress.
“Let go of me!’ she shouted, fighting against his grip, but she was no match for him at her size.
He yanked her arm over her head and held it there, then plucked her other arm from her side with his free hand and stuffed it into the fingers that held her first arm. She grunted and tugged with her arms, trying to free them, but they remained held high above her head. Her midriff was exposed again by the small shirt she wore, and his forefinger from his free hand darted out and began stroking her stomach.
“Don’t touch me!” she yelled.
His giant face filled her view as he knelt at his bedside, his warm breath blowing across her body once again. He stared at her thoughtfully.
“It’s time to start breaking you in before I head to bed,” he said.
“You jerk! You kidnapped me!” she cried.
“I didn’t kidnap you. You’re a stray Shrinky. I gave you a home. You should thank me.”
“Go to hell!” She was terrified and furious at the same time.
“You need to learn your place,” he said gruffly.
“You have no right to do this to me! You’re just some little boy with average looks!”
“Who are you calling little?” he demanded. “You’re the Shrinky here. And I’m seventeen.”
“Well I’m eighteen! And I’m going to be valedictorian and get a free ride to any college I choose!” she shouted, still attempting to pull her arms free from his fingers.
He smiled smugly at her. “You may be older than me, but I’m the one in charge. And your brain smarts, as well as the rest of you, belong to me now.”
His free hand lifted away from her stomach and slid down her bare legs to her feet, where it pulled off her left shoe, taking the sock along with it.
“What are you doing?” she cried.
“The first thing to do tonight is get you out of those clothes. Shrinkies don’t wear clothes unless their owners let them, and I want you naked.”
He pulled off the other shoe and sock.
Brianna finally succumbed to her rising panic. She screamed wordlessly and flailed her legs, writhing violently beneath the teenage boy’s hand. The next few minutes were a whirl of terror and broken images. Her shirt was torn from her body in shreds by giant fingers. Her shorts were whisked down her legs and off her feet despite her frantic kicking. Her already perky breasts were pushed even higher as her bra was cupped between a giant teenage forefinger and thumb, while a giant boy face leered appreciatively down at her cleavage. Then her bra was ripped off in two pieces by those same fingers, sending her small, pert breasts bouncing free. Her screams increased as her bare breasts were cupped and rubbed by the teenage boy’s forefinger and thumb. Moments later her panties were swished down her legs and away, leaving her completely nude and suspended by her arms from the teenage boy’s other hand.
“No! Give those back!” she shrieked as she saw the boy’s free hand slam down on top of the pile of the clothes he had stripped off her. She knew that only her panties and shorts still remained in one piece, but she did not care. She knew those clothes belonged to her.
“You’re my pet and you have to stay naked,” he replied simply.
He wadded up her shredded clothes in his hand and tossed them across the room into a squat trash can.
“No!” Brianna cried.
The boy turned back to her. His free hand began digging in the pocket of his shorts.
“I bought this on the trip home,” he said to her.
He lifted a slender, crescent object up between his fingertips. Light from the room flashed off its pink surface. Brianna suddenly realized what it was: a collar.
“No! Get that thing away from me! No! No!”
She convulsed and wriggled madly, frantically, desperately as he brought the open collar swiftly up to her neck. It appeared to me made of hard, rigid plastic.
“All good Shrinky pets wear collars,” the teenage boy said matter-a-factly.
“I’m a human being not an animal! I won’t wear that! Stop! No!”
She moved her neck from side to side too quickly for him to catch it with the open collar.
“Hold...still!” he growled impatiently at her.
“Leave me alone!”
Growling again deep in his throat, he yanked her arms to her sides and pinned them there with the hand that held her, lifting her swiftly off the bed and up to his face. He could now easily bring the collar up and snap it around her neck.
“No!”
It snapped into place.
Brianna screamed wordlessly in fury and despair, thrashing her legs.
“There we go,” the boy said.
He dropped her back onto the mattress.
Brianna clawed at the collar. “Get it off me!”
“It only comes off if I key in the correct code on this remote control,” he said, holding up a square remote with an antenna sprouting out of it, “and I’m not going to. It stays on, and tomorrow I’ll take you in to be registered with the city.”
“Get it off me now!” Brianna was horrified and furious beyond even her own comprehension. She vaguely remembered that she was also naked in front of a giant teenage boy, but her fury over the collar around her neck surged to the forefront of her mind again.
“No,” the teen boy said firmly. “Now, time to put you to bed.”
He grabbed her in his fist and stood, causing her to gasp at the sudden turbulent motion. She struggled in his fist as he carried her away from his bed.
“Put me down! Get this collar of me! Let me go! I’m not your pet!”
“Yes you are,” he said to her.
He crouched toward the floor and shoved a pile of clothes aside, revealing an open shoebox. He dropped her inside.
“This is your home for tonight. I’ll get you a better one tomorrow. If you need to go to the bathroom, you can use...uh...” He rummaged through the piles of clothes on his bedroom floor. “These.” He tossed three white socks into the shoe box, then pressed them against one side.
Brianna watched him do this in angry disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
He smirked superiorly down at her. “Good night. By the way, you should know your new owner’s name. I’m Cameron. And your new name is Tiffy.”
“My new name? You can’t name me! I already have...”
He slammed the shoebox’s lid heavily in place, blocking out the bedroom’s overhead electric light.
“Let me out of here!” she shouted, pounding against the wall. “I’ll suffocate!”
“Already taking care of that,” came the teenage boy’s muffled reply. “Better lie flat against the floor of the box for a minute.”
“What?” Brianna questioned.
Suddenly a giant folded pair of scissor blades punctured loudly through the lid of the box, stabbing at the air an arm's length away from her. She yelped and stumbled away from the blades, dropping to her knees and then onto her stomach. She trembled as the scissors stabbed randomly into the lid from different locations, one of which was directly above her.
“There, done,” the boy, Cameron, said. “Night.”
Brianna stood and pounded on the wall of the box again. “You can’t do this! Let me out now!”
She received no reply. She heard Cameron’s giant feet thudding around in his room, followed by the clinking of hangers against each other in the faraway closet. Later, the thin columns of light that filtered down through the air holes in the shoebox’s roof vanished, which she guessed meant he had turned out his bedroom light. She listened closely for more sounds, but could only
hear his steady breathing in the distance.
Hugging herself, she crouched down and shivered. She remembered again that she was naked. She could not believe that she had started this day like any other, happy, confident, possessing a bright future both academically and socially, and, most importantly, clothed, only to finish it stripped of her clothes and underwear and sleeping in a shoebox as a teenage boy’s pet.
No, I’m not his pet! she thought. I”ll never play his game! This is kidnapping, pure and simple!
Fuming, yet shaking in shock and fright, she slowly settled onto the floor of the box and drifted into a feverish, fitful sleep full of nightmares where she was stripped again and again by giant, boy hands.
.......
She woke early the next morning and knew that she needed to urinate.
She glanced over at the stack of giant socks against the far wall of the shoebox. What must have been early-morning sunlight shone dimly through the air holes, allowing her only enough light to discern shapes and faded colors. Her stomach twisted in disgust, humiliation, and anger as she studied the grooved, creased forms of Cameron’s discarded socks.
That bastard,” she whispered venomously to herself.
But she had no choice. Rising slowly to her feet, she trudged over to the socks, pulled the corner of the top one back, and climbed onto the one underneath. Then she squatted and proceeded to empty her bladder onto it. She hung her head and looked away in shame. When she was done, she hopped off the sock and placed the top sock firmly over the one she had urinated on. Feeling dirty inside and out, she walked back to the other side of the box.
An hour or so later, she heard and felt the giant teen boy moving around in his room.
Without warning, the lid of the box flew off and his face was there, with its pointed nose and chin. He leered down at her with his brown eyes glittering. His hand dropped into the box and grabbed her without a word. He lifted her up to his face. She grunted and struggled in his grip.
“Morning Tiffy,” he said. “I’m all dressed and ready to go. Time to get you registered and buy you a new place to sleep.”
She saw that he had indeed changed clothes, now wearing a black sports jersey and jean shorts. He stood up and walked toward his bedroom door, which waited like a rectangular, hollow mountain in the distance from Brianna’s perspective.
“It’s time to take me home!” Brianna shouted up at him. Now she had overcome her panic enough to be embarrassed and degraded by the sensation of his curled fingers touching the smooth skin of her nude body.
“Your home’s like a three hour drive away from here,” he said. “Besides, this is your home now, with me.”
“I have family and friends!” she screamed at him. “You can’t keep me!”
He ignored her.
She began twisting and wriggling in his fist, but to no avail.
He carried her through his house that appeared enormous and monstrous to Brianna, both because she was a Shrinky and because it was unfamiliar to her.
When he arrived at his front door, before opening it, his hand began lowering toward his waist. Brianna looked down and saw his free hand unzipping a pocket on his jean shorts. She
struggled more in his grasp, but he still brought her over his pocket and then dropped her inside.
As soon as her body struck the bottom of the pocket, he had zipped the top shut. She pounded against the side of the pocket for a few moments but finally gave up and curled into a ball, grinding her teeth and fuming in anger.
“First we’ll get you registered,” came Cameron’s voice from high above her.
The pocket swung into motion.
.......
Brianna stood on the cold white counter between Cameron and the young man who manned the Shrinky Registration window, shielding her breasts from view with one arm and covering her crotch with the other arm. She had heard of places like this before, but had never seen one or given them much thought. Now she shook with both apprehension and indignation. She could not believe she was about to be licensed like some animal. This city office was rather quiet this morning. Other people walked past on their way to or from other windows that did not deal with Shrinkies, but she did not see anyone else standing in line with Shrinkies to register.
“Put her on this scale,” the young man said. He appeared to be in his early twenties, with what Brianna considered a babyface, along with eyeglasses and long, shaggy brown hair. He slid a black, flat weight scale forward.
Cameron plucked Brianna off the counter and placed her on the scale. She stood there as the digital display on it registered her weight. The young city employee typed the information into a computer.
Seconds later a tape measure appeared in his hands and he held it up to her, measuring her height before setting the object down and entering her height into the computer as well.
Soon he had printed out a small license tag, which he handed to Cameron.
“All right, all done,” the young man said.
“Really?” Cameron asked.
Cameron’s hand held Brianna in place as he clipped the license onto her collar. She tried to fight him but he finished too quickly. She grabbed the tag and glared at it. On one side, what must have been Cameron’s name and address were engraved into it, above the date that the license expired. When she turned the tag over, the name “Tiffy” stared back up at her from the shiny metal surface. She threw the tag out of her hand, where it slapped against her chest and hung between her breasts like a demeaning locket.
Overcome with sudden rage, she stomped forward on the scale and raised her middle finger at the city worker.
“How can you do this to me?” she shrieked at him. “I’m a human being! I’m going to be my school’s valedictorian! I’m popular! You can’t put a tag around my neck like some kind of kitten!”
The young man turned to Cameron. “She’s still rather spirited. You might want to look into some obedience training.”
Brianna’s mouth fell open and she stared back and forth in shocked rage from one giant male to the other.
“I know. I’ve been reading up it for a while now,” Cameron replied.
“She’s got a nice ass. Mind if I play with it for a bit?” the city employee asked.
“Sure, go ahead,” Cameron answered with a proud grin.
“What? No!”
The young man snatched her off the scale and rotated her around in his hand so that she faced away from him, pinning her arms to her sides and pressing her into the palm of the hand that held her by pushing two of his fingers from his free hand into the small of her back.
“No! Let me go!” she shrieked.
Then her butt, the butt she was so proud of took and such pleasure in taunting boys with, was touched by a man in his twenties against her will with two of his giant fingers, one finger to each butt cheek. Those fingers pushed firmly in on her buttocks and began grinding into them.
“Mmm yeah, she is a nice find,” the young man breathed.
“I know,” Cameron said.
Brianna felt her butt being kneaded and fondled by those giant fingertips.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” she cried, wriggling with all her might in his hand.
“She must be pretty athletic,” the young man commented. “This ass is toned and firm.””
She felt him pinch her buttocks together between his fingertips.
“You can’t do this to me! Stop right now!”
“Yeah, I think the shirt I tore off her after I first got her said something about a school dance team,” Cameron said.
“Is that a Shrinky girl?” a new voice asked.
Brianna’s head snapped up to stare in wide-eyed horror at yet another giant teenage boy. He was muscular and handsome, with blond hair and wearing a tank top. He stood next to Cameron but was gazing intently at her.
“I was just on my way out after getting my driver’s license, but man I’d like to play with her. She looks hot. Can I?” he asked Cameron.
“Sure,” Cameron said, folding his arms and obviously basking in the attention.
The city worker held his hand toward the new teenage boy, who appeared to be around Cameron’s age. Brianna may have thought he was attractive, but the fact that he was going to fondle her against her will overrode any excitement she may have felt.
“No way! I’m not some object to be passed around!” she cried.
The new teenage boy’s fingers wrapped around her and lifted her up to his face.
“Wow, holy perky tits Batman!”
“Don’t touch me there! No!”
He pinched and hefted her bare breasts between the forefinger and thumb of his free hand, grinding them against each other.
“How dare you! Stop! St--”
“And check out that ass! Damn!”
He flipped her around and held her in his hand exactly like the city employee had just done, and began squeezing and rubbing her butt cheeks.
“No! Stop! Stop!”
She flailed her legs and writhed with all her might, but she was helpless to stop him from groping and fondling her butt. He continued to do so for the next several minutes, while asking Cameron questions about where he found her, which Cameron gladly answered. The fact that Brianna was screaming for the boy to stop what he was doing during the entire conversation did not hinder their discussion at all.
Finally he handed her back to Cameron.
“Go to hell all of you!” she yelled, wriggling in Cameron’s fist.
“Feisty one, isn’t she?” the new teenage boy commented.
“Yeah,” Cameron agreed.
He sat her down on the counter.
“You know I didn’t want to say anything, but it’s kind of uncool to have a Shrinky resist so much like that. You need to train her better,” the teenage boy said to Cameron.
While the boy spoke, he extended his hand and, without even looking, as if doing it absently, began stroking the tips of Brianna’s breasts.
Brianna squawked and backed away, but Cameron’s hand came up behind her and held her in place. She looked up at him and saw that he was frowning down at her.
“Be a good Shrinky and hold still,” Cameron said firmly, wagging his other index finger at her.
The other teenage boy’s forefinger and middle finger pushed into her breasts again and began fondling them in earnest.
“Yeah, I want to feel your tits so hold still,” the boy said in a tone of utter seriousness.
Brianna grabbed onto one of his fingers with each of her hands and tried to pry them off her chest, grunting and squealing wordlessly.
“Can I play with her ass again?” the young city employee asked.
“Sure,” Cameron said, withdrawing his hand.
Another set of fingers swooped in and began rubbing and tweaking Brianna’s butt cheeks again.
She screamed and fought with both giant hands, but it was hopeless. All her athleticism meant nothing against unshrunken people, a fact she had never been forced to face before yesterday. Cameron watched with a neutral expression as the teenage boy and twenty-something man molested Brianna’s breasts and butt.
She saw other people pass by the desk, but none appeared interested in her cries or her struggles.
.......
“It fits perfectly in here!” Cameron said happily.
He held Brianna in his fist. The nightmare at the city office had ended hours ago, but a new one seemed about to start for the Shrinky girl. The clear plastic cage he had bought her was wedged securely into a corner of his bedroom floor. Brianna felt revulsion and yet more anger as she studied it again. Two thimble-sized metal dishes sat securely in holes in the center of the cage. Those did not make Brianna as queasy as the cage’s two other main features, and she did not know which amenity sickened her more. A depressed trough ran along one side of the cage,
a trough that Cameron had dutifully filled with cat litter. This trough was meant, of course, as Brianna’s bathroom, a litter box inside her cage. Against the other wall of the cage, an orange hamster wheel was secured in place. Brianna looked back and forth from the hamster wheel to the litter box like she had done with the two male giants earlier, appalled, shocked, and enraged.
“I mean it, I am not living in there,” Brianna said emphatically.
Cameron held her in front of his face. “Oh yes you are. I just spent a lot of money on this. It’s all for you, my little pet.”
He knelt next to the cage and opened the lid, which at the moment was not secured shut by its latches. He placed Brianna inside.
“Now I want to see you run on the wheel. Plus it will be good exercise for you,” he said. “Go on.”
She whirled around and bared her teeth at him. “No fucking way.”
He glowered down at her, clenching his fist in frustration. Without warning he grabbed her in his hand, swung her through the air and shoved her inside the hamster wheel. The next thing she knew, he had jabbed a button on the wheel’s stand and the wheel began to turn.
“What? No! I said ‘no!’” she yelled in alarm.
But the wheel was turning faster and faster and she had no time to jump out. She was forced to run with all her strength or be thrown up against the top of the wheel and out. It was like running on a treadmill at the highest setting, but without a safety key and with the treadmill looping up and behind her. There was no escape. Her tag jingled as it struck her chest repeatedly. She continued to run, grateful for all the cardio exercises she had done for her dance team.
She looked desperately up at Cameron, who was lying on his side next to the cage with an arm propping up his head, his elbow digging into the carpet.
“Turn it off!” she shouted at him.
Her voice echoed dully back to her from off the cage wall.
“It’s the automatic setting,” Cameron said, his voice somewhat muffled by the wall. “Cool, huh? That’s why I had to pay extra for this cage. It’s also why I had to buy it from an unlicensed
pet supply shop. The government claims automatic hamster wheels are too dangerous for Shrinkies.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I figure for a girl as in-shape as you, this should be no problem. And,” he leaned closer to the wall and glared at her, “this will motivate you to run on the wheel on your own when I say so.”
He lifted his arm over the cage wall and pressed the button on the hamster wheel. The wheel’s motor died and it slowly lost momentum. Brianna stood panting when it finally came to a standstill.
“I hate you, you monster!” she yelled at him.
“Will you run for me, or not?” he demanded.
Fuming through her nostrils at him, she turned and began to run again. This time the wheel responded to the force she exerted against it, spinning squeakily beneath her.
“Faster,” Cameron ordered. “Faster.”
Brianna obeyed, humiliated to realize that she was running in a hamster wheel like some gerbil.
Cameron shifted his position next to the cage and studied her as she ran, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
“I like the way your cute little budonkadonk flexes as you run,” he observed, “and how your boobies jiggle.”
Brianna felt her cheeks redden. “You are a perv and a bully!” she snarled at him between labored breaths.
Suddenly his hand flew over the cage wall again and splayed over the wheel, halting its movement immediately. Brianna’s body bashed into the inner portion of the wheel in front of her and she fell onto her bottom. She was still shaking her head in a daze when Cameron’s hand hauled her out of the wheel and rapidly out of the cage.
He held her there, suspended over the cage, and poked her roughly in the stomach with a finger from his free hand.
“No, I’m your owner, and you’d better learn your place,” Cameron said sternly. “Tomorrow we’re going to start training you.”
“You can’t train me! I’m not a--”
“Listen, little hussy!” he growled, jerking her even closer to his face. “I’ve been patient with you today. I thought you’d figure out by now that you don’t have rights because you’re a Shrinky, but I see you’re too stubborn for that.” Spittle flew from his face as he berated her. “You need to be punished.”
“Punished? “Wha--”
He flattened her face-down into his palm as the other giants had done earlier that day, pinning her arms to her sides and holding her in place. She struggled, confused, expecting him to start fondling her butt.
Instead, she received a sudden, painful smack on her rear end with his forefinger and middle finger from his free hand.
Smack!
“Ow!” she cried. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you a spanking. You’ve been defiant all day today. They may put up with that in the liberal town you used to live in, but people around here don’t.”
Smack!
She yelped wordlessly at the sharp, stinging pain inflicted by his fingers. She glanced over her shoulder behind her as well as she could and saw that he was holding his forefinger and middle finger close together. Even as she watched he whipped them downward again and slapped her bottom another time.
Smack!
“Stop!” she screamed, flailing her legs. Her butt was beginning to sting awfully, as if the supple skin was on fire. “Don’t do this to me!”
Smack!
“You need...”
Smack!
“...to learn...”
Smack!
“...your place, Tiffy.”
Smack!
“No!” she wailed. “My name’s Brianna!
Smack!
“It’s Tiffy!” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Stop it!” she howled.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Finally he tossed her into the cage again. She crawled away from him on her stomach, shuddering in physical shock while her entire body shook from the burning pain on her bottom. In fact she was in too much pain to stand up, let alone sit down. She lay there on her stomach, feeling like an abused worm, and clawed at the plastic floor while she gritted her teeth and winced from the sting brought on by the giant teen boy’s spanking.
Spanking. He just spanked me! she thought in revulsion and self-reproach. I’m an honor roll student and star athlete and he just spanked me!
“Stop mouthing off and fighting me,” Cameron ordered. “Now, I’m going to go hang out with some friends. When I get home tonight, you better be acting more like my pet.”
He closed the lid of the cage and snapped the latches in place. His heavy feet stomped out of the room, but not before he switched off the bedroom light and slammed the door, leaving only the rays of the setting sun that streamed through the window to illuminate the room.
Thin slits in a grid pattern in the center of the cage lid let air in. Lying on her side on the floor of the cage with her bottom pointed in the air in fiery pain, between a hamster wheel and litter box that were both meant for her, Breanna stared up through those slits at the room’s ceiling while tears began to blur her vision. For the first time in a long time, she hung her head and sobbed uncontrollably. The only other sound she could hear was the steady ticking of a clock buried somewhere beneath a pile of Cameron’s laundry as the minutes, then hours, passed slowly by.