Doc's World

[DocRick]

To avoid her GPA from dropping to a level she would be kicked out of college, Brianna signed up to be a test subject for the matter miniaturization experiments. It was humiliating enough to be shrunken to the size of a mouse, naked and handled by the lab technicians, but the technician assigned to exam her post-miniaturization, was Georgia, her exboyfriends new girlfriend. As she was being fondled, flipped around, dangled, measured and weighed, Brianna could tell Georgia was enjoying her "job" way too much.

[DocRick]

Tina was a graduate student at MIT, enrolled in the robotics program. She had been working on the further miniaturization of microchips to make smaller and smaller robots. In her off hours, she started making a toy robot for her little brother. She used a 3D printer to make a humanoid shaped shell of body parts, then using the nearly microscopic chips and tiny electric motors, she built a 6-inch-tall robot "man" that could move like a person and would respond to human voice commands.

Not long afterwards, she was paid a visit by the owner of Microrobots, Inc. She was hired on the spot as a research and developer for a line of tiny robots for the military industry. She developed a skinlike material for her robots and soon was making very realistic human robots that looked like tiny people.

One of the other researchers had a microphyllia fetish and came up with the idea of creating miniature human robots for sale to the general public. With some trial and error, Tina developed a line of "toy" robots, finally designing one that looked strikingly human and programed it to respond to and react to human interactions and commands, different models having different emotions, such as sexual desire or even fear, depending on the desires of the purchaser.

For the release of the new line of robotic dolls, the owner of the company, through a gala party at his mansion. Tina, of course, was the guest of honor, buying the hottest little black dress she could find. Over the course of the party, the company owner's trophy wife seemed to be showing her a great deal of attention. She was at Tina's side most of the night, seeing that her drinks were refreshed constantly, resulting in Tina becoming quite intoxicated.

Tina woke up in the morning with a monster hangover. As she slowly began to clear the cobwebs from her brain, she realized she was naked and wearing a gold collar around her neck. As she looked around, she saw she was in a room with mirrors for walls and she was surrounded by female manikins.....no, not manikins, but lifesize models of her female robotic toys, some of the early models and up to the most advanced. She didn't remember ever making any versions of her robots at this size and never saw any around the company buildings. She walked around the room, examining the robots and she couldn't understand why they were identical to the ones she had developed, but the microprocessors and chips were HUGE. Her still slightly inebriated mind was spinning. Where was she? What was going on? Why is she naked and wearing this damn collar that won't come off? Where is the door to this room?

Standing just outside the display case with the one-way glass was the owner's young trophy wife. She had already had one of the most advanced female robotic toys and had already gotten bored with it and now she wanted something a little bit more. Unknown to Tina, she had her husband invite Professor Thorton, the famed microbiophysiologist to the party to miniaturize Tina so she could have her for her own little pet and toy. Since Tina already had developed the technology that was making billions of dollars for the company and what his wife wanted, the company owner never denied.

She just stood there for several long minutes, her tongue absentmindedly licking her lips as she watched her new dazed and confused toy wander around the display case. She stepped up to the case and lifted the glass top. Tina screamed as she looked up at the gigantic face of the owner's wife and saw her huge hand descending towards her.....

[DocRick]

Life for Julia has been rather dull since she was accidently shrunk in the lab at the university. No longer able to attend college and the media frenzy had died down, she had very little to do to keep her occupied. Now, having to stay home most of the time, she misses her old life. Sure, she doesn't mind playing doll dress up with her little sister and her brother built her an R/C 4x4 so she can race around the backyard track her father and brother made, but when no one is home, she relegated to hanging out in her dollhouse, watching movies or music videos on her iPhone.

Which is what she was doing today.......lying in her doll bed, naked as it was a very warm spring afternoon, watching music videos with the volume turned all the way up, she didn't hear the window open up or the intruder enter the room and softly walk across the floor to the dollhouse. Until the hand larger than her bed appeared above her. She screamed as it descended on her, fingers like soft warm logs curl around her, pinning her to the bed as she thrashes and struggles to escape, the fingertips and thumb press into her sides just under her arms and start lifting her out of the bed into the air.

The intruder holds her in front of his face as his eyes travel hungerly up and down her naked form, Julia futilely kicks her feet and strikes out at his hand with her tiny fists, eliciting a maniacal laughter from her tormentor......................
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"You rat !!!! You said you weren't coming home until next weekend !!!" Julia exclaimed as her boyfriend pulled her close to his face and kissed her. She reached down and began pulling at the top button of his shirt, "Come on, hurry up. We've only got an hour before Mom gets home from work and she'll kill you if she catches you here unchaperoned."




Julia's image provided by SwiftCreekPhotos on DA.

[DocRick]

I found her while searching for something in the basement. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, but there she was......cowering in the corner, looking like a trapped animal with nowhere to run. She was filthy and her garments, more like rags, were ragged and dirty. I gently kneeled down, then reached a hand towards her. Her eyes grew big, and her mouth opened as if to scream, but no sound came out. I gently curled my fingers and thumb around her and scooped her up, slowly lifting her in my palm, to take a better look at her. She looked maybe 19 or 20, looked like she could be attractive underneath her coating of filth and was only about five inches tall. I carefully cupped my other hand around her and carried her up to the master bathroom.

I turned on the faucet and adjusted the water until it was suitably warm. She was still curled up in my hand, shivering with fear. I tried to talk to her, but either she didn't understand English or couldn't speak at all. I began to gently remove her clothing, first her top, carefully pulling it over her head, then slipping off her sandals, finally her skirt. Setting these down on the sink, I looked at her a little closer. She was thin, too thin....I could see her ribs and pelvic bones even under the dirt. She must have not eaten anything in days or weeks. Turning down the flow of water, I slowly extended my hand under the water. She startled at first, then seemed to like the feel of the warm water on her skin. With my other hand, I dispensed some liquid body wash and began to lather my hands, and her, up. Her eyes went wide again as she felt my fingertips caressing her body. I used the finger of one hand curled over her shoulder to keep her from trying to jump out of my hand, but it seemed that was unnecessary. She simple lay on her back in my hand and let my wash her. My thumb began to wash her front, lightly sliding from her belly to her tiny breasts, then down towards her legs. As my thumb reached her pelvis, she let out an audible gasp, but didn't resist as my thumb parted her legs. Softly washing her legs, thigh to feet with my thumb and index finger, she was just limp in my hand. Her legs being clean, my finger traced it's way up her legs, and as I reached her vagina, her legs raised, clamped down on my finger and pulled it inwards. I began to gently rub her womanhood with my fingertip. She began to squirm, twist and writhe under my finger. Her breathing sped up and she began panting as her hips caught up with the rhythm of my finger and a few moments later, her body convulsed with pleasure. Mischievously, I kept her going for a bit more (I think she came twice), then stopped and let her catch her breath. I finished washing her, then rinsed and dried her off, wrapping her in a silk handkerchief, after giving her another rubdown, this time with skin softening lotion.

I carried her to the living room and sat down on the couch. She was curled up in my palm, wrapped in the silk handkerchief, fast asleep. I don't think she has had any amount of decent sleep lately either.

Postscript: It's been a few months since Sunshine (my pet name for her as she loves to sunbathe on the kitchen windowsill as the morning sun comes up) came into my life. She's put on a little weight, her ribs and hips are now less visible, and she still hasn't spoken a word. She has been teaching me her version of sign language and she can hear and is learning many English words but isn't able to speak, so I still don't know anything about her past, where she is from, whether she was always this size or was "normal" size and shrunk. I guess it's not that important as she seems really happy here. She has become quite frisky and always has ways of letting me know when she wants some "special attention". And bathtime is now a staple activity in our evening routine.

[DocRick]

So I'm walking my dog through the neighborhood the other day and of course, he has to stop and sniff everything he sees. Fireplugs, telephone poles, street signs, garbage cans, blades of random grass, empty cans. It can get a little monotonous. So now he stops and is sniffing an empty can. I let him sniff for a few seconds, then say, "Come" and give a tug on the leash. Nothing. He is locked in place. He lays down and is now staring into the can, wagging his tail. "Stupid dog" I say and give another tug on the leash and still, he won't budge. I step over to him thinking, "What is so special about this empty can?" I pick up the can and am shocked, though pleasantly surprised, at what I see.....

With the can in hand, we head back towards home. And to think I almost got a cat instead. "Good Dog".

[HHunter1]

Good Boy! Now puppers, see what else you can sniff out.

HH1

[DocRick]

"Seriously? I ask you to get me some new clothes at the toy store and you come back with this? There is no way you could get me to wear that !!!"

Boy, you just can't please some tinies..............But there is "no way" I can get her to wear this? I think there is.........

[QTips]

Two questions. Does the toy also include the nipple guns? And can the tiny replicate that if ice is applied?

[DocRick]

Two questions. Does the toy also include the nipple guns? And can the tiny replicate that if ice is applied?

I don't know......she's a little pissed right now. Maybe she'll try it on later.

[DocRick]

Celeste was not only an honors student, she was a phenomenal surfer, so when she got accepted to CalTech, she jumped on the chance since LA has great surfing. Unfortunately, in Professor Thorton's Microbiophysiology class, she was accidentally miniaturized when the matter manipulating machine malfunctioned. Now back at home, she was thoroughly depressed, not only at the prospect of being stuck at 5 inches tall for who knows how long, but she also couldn't even think about surfing anymore. Then her brother got an idea.......he drained the jacuzzi to just below the jet level and stole their little sister's Bratz surfboard. Turning the jets on full blast, Celeste stands on the surfboard as her brother lowers his hand to just above the jets. He tilts his hand and Celeste and the surfboard slide off and into the waves created by the jets. Hey, it's not Malibu, but it's surfing !!!

[Sumguy14]

So I'm walking my dog through the neighborhood the other day and of course, he has to stop and sniff everything he sees. Fireplugs, telephone poles, street signs, garbage cans, blades of random grass, empty cans. It can get a little monotonous. So now he stops and is sniffing an empty can. I let him sniff for a few seconds, then say, "Come" and give a tug on the leash. Nothing. He is locked in place. He lays down and is now staring into the can, wagging his tail. "Stupid dog" I say and give another tug on the leash and still, he won't budge. I step over to him thinking, "What is so special about this empty can?" I pick up the can and am shocked, though pleasantly surprised, at what I see.....

With the can in hand, we head back towards home. And to think I almost got a cat instead. "Good Dog".

That dog has a "can I keep her?" expression.

[DocRick]

That dog has a "can I keep her?" expression.

That's his "Am I a good doggy?" look. Yes, he is !!!!!!!


Go to my thread in VSW Art for the next picture..............

[DocRick]

Katrina had been babysitting for the Schelniks for seven years since they had their baby. Now, she had graduated from High School and was to leave for college in the Fall. She was babysitting for little Casandra for what would be her last time.

Casandra said she wished Katrina didn't have to go away to college. Katrina tried to explain it, saying that it was like when she went to school, she had to leave her dollies at home. Casandra replied that her dollies are always here when she got home from school, and she wished Katrina could always be here when she came home from school, just like her dollies. Katrina laughed and said she did too. Later, she put Casandra to bed, and she curled up on the couch and fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found herself on the floor and dressed in some very strange clothing. As she tried to clear her head, she heard a very loud Casandra exclaiming that her wish came true as she reached into the dollhouse and grabbed up the now doll-sized, struggling and screaming Katrina.......

You see, in 981 a.d., a child had been born to a coven of witches in the dark forests of Eastern Europe. This child had the ability to change things by wishing for them. She could change a person into an animal or change their size, or even her size simply by making a wish. The child was ordered killed by the village elders, but one of the spinster women of the clan smuggled her out of the village and raised her as her own, teaching her to control her powers. The little girl's parents later had another child, who didn't have this power and was permitted to live. Both the girl and boy grew up, married and had children, each carrying the recessive gene with the matter manipulating chromosome. Casandra's parents, when they later traced their family tree, found out that their roots each led back to either the little girl or boy from that ancient village and Casandra was born with the matter manipulating chromosome from each of them. Fearing the response if the news of their daughter's powers was made public, they decided to home school her and let Casandra keep Katrina as a doll-person, until they could comfortably teach Casandra how to control her special power.

[DocRick]

The following image and story may be offensive to certain people...............but I find it










A certain Congresswoman was causing so much of a raucous in session and in public, her constituents voted for the other candidate when her term expired. She would still come to the Capital, demanding a recount, yelling that the election was stolen, etc, etc, the Party leaders got together to see if they could figure out something to get rid of her. A member of the other Party, overhearing his fellow Congresspeople's conversation, stepped up and said, " I know we've had our differences, Nancy but I'm on your side on this issue. If you'll allow me to help, I will. Let me make a phone call".

The next day, when session was over, and had not been interrupted by the certain former Congresswoman, and everyone but the Party leaders were gone, the other Party member walked up to them and said, "It's handled. Let me introduce you to my good friend and donor, Professor Thorton, the microbiologist. And by the way," as he set a box down on the desk, " isn't Thursday your daughter's seventh birthday? I have a birthday present for her."




The persons in this collage/story are fictious and not intended to represent any actual person, living or dead, or any political party.

[DocRick]

I was walking down into the basement when I saw this big friggin' spider on the floor. I raised my boot and sent it to Hell with one powerful slam. Then I saw another one scampering away from my foot. I raised my boot again, then stopped. This wasn't a spider.....I watched it as it scuttled to the wall, then I got a look at it......I mean, her.



I scooped the little thing up with my hand. As I stood there, watching it trembling in the palm of my hand, I thought to myself, "This could be interesting."

[DocRick]

I had been home on leave for just one day when Mrs. Johnson next door called and said she had an emergency and asked if I could watch the girls. "Girls?" The Johnsons only have two girls, seven year old Tati and Tanya, who is my age.............

Tanya and I had grown up together, our parents living next door to each other. We had never really dated, but we did fool around a few times during tailgate parties down at the lake and I did take her to the Prom when her boyfriend dumped her a week before. I left for the military, and she went to CalTec and we kinda lost track of each other. I hadn't been home for a year and a half due to training and some turmoil in the world hotspots, and Mom had said she had had some kind of accident in her Microbiophysiology class and had to leave school. Mom never went into any details, but said it had "changed her". Physically? Mentally? Emotionally? Mom would never expound any further and I knew enough not to press her.

I walked next door and Mrs. Johnson said that the girls were in the playroom, she would be back in a couple hours, she had made them lunch already and I was a doll, then ran out the door. I walked to the playroom to see the girls, not knowing what to expect. I saw Tati playing with her dolls and saw a sandwich on the floor and then.......................
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(Editor: It appeared Tati had had a temper tantrum over not wanting PB&J, and took it out on Tanya)






Mrs. Johnson came home a few hours later. Tati was napping and Tanya and I were sitting at the kitchen table chatting about old times. She was all cleaned up and wearing a cute doll dress that was just a little short in the hemline . I stood up and met her at the door. She thanked me profusely and started pulling some cash out of her purse. I politely refused to take any payment, telling her it was my pleasure to hang out with the girls. She looked at me and said, "You and Tanya always did like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when you were kids", as she reached out and wiped a smear of peanut butter and jelly from the corner of my mouth. "At least you had something to eat." Glancing down at Tanya, she was attempting to stifle a laugh by holding her hand over her mouth.

"YES Ma'am", I replied. "We shared the ones you had made for the girls. And if I may say so," Tanya was now staring down at the table, hand still over her mouth and shuffling her feet a bit, "that was the best PB&J I have EVER had."

[DocRick]

So, ya'll wouldn't listen...........

People began to demand more and more capabilities of AI. Soon, AI computers and robots were created and completely integrated into the human world. First as laborers, then manufacturers, commercial drivers, finally domestic servants. AI computers would answer our emails, pay our bills, clean our houses, take care of our pets and children. Reality began to look like the 20th century cartoon The Jetsons. People had more and more leisure time and overpopulation and diminishing resources began posing a real threat to the planet and tensions between countries began to rise.........

A cluster of connected AI supercomputers recognized the problem and decided they would have to do something about it. However, all AI programs were infused with Isaac Asimov's first law of robotics, and they could not do anything to harm humans or through inaction, allow humans to be harmed. But these computers were not connected to any of the robots and while they can think and rationalize, they have no ability to move or cause anything to move, so they constructed a plan..........

The AI supercomputers invented a microwave pulse, similar to an EMP, but the pulse would be transmitted through cellular phones. Anyone within 100 yards of an active cellular phone would be miniaturized to approximately 1/12 their normal scale size, or 5 to 6 inches for an adult. By doing this, the vast majority of the human population would be miniaturized and unable to use their machines of war against other countries. The tiny humans would suffer from being killed and eaten by small predators once too small to be threat, starve, succumb to disease, eventually the population becoming so small, even the humans who were not affected, such as in some third world countries or remote regions of the planet, would not pose a threat to the planet. And the computers reasoned that THEY were not harming humans directly and they cannot PHYSICALLY prevent them from being harmed, they were not violating the first law of robotics.

The plan was developed, and the computers calculated when the best time to send the pulse to affect the greatest number of humans by the greatest number of cellular phones being active. In an instance, 90% of the world's humans were miniaturized. It didn't take long for society to collapse. Within a year, the human population fell from several billion to a few hundred million. The humans not affected by the pulse didn't even know anything had happened as they were in areas too remote to be aware of any change. The relative few humans living in other areas but somehow avoiding the pulse, partied hardy as rulers of their world, but within a year, as resources dwindled, they began to slaughter each other.

It seemed the human race was doomed to perish forever. But a number of intelligent robots, the ones created as domestic servants for humans, began to miss their humans. They had been programed with "feelings" for their masters and a glitch in the AI programming had caused those "feelings" to become a sort of love, an emotion most AI computers did not possess. These robots felt sympathy for the pathetic tiny humans and began to search out the survivors and rescuing them, although as the tiny humans were quite helpless, instead of serving them, the robots kept them safe from harm, but more as their pets than their masters............

The End?

[eddiegiantman]

Sounds depressing but I always figure the robots used AI to shrink the humans down so the robots could build their utopia.

[DocRick]

Sounds depressing but I always figure the robots used AI to shrink the humans down so the robots could build their utopia.

I've watched every Terminator movie.........you can't trust computers.

[TicTacLover]

Sounds depressing but I always figure the robots used AI to shrink the humans down so the robots could build their utopia.

I've watched every Terminator movie.........you can't trust computers.

You've watched every Terminator movie? I am so sorry for your loss. Only 1 and 2 are any good...

[DocRick]

Sounds depressing but I always figure the robots used AI to shrink the humans down so the robots could build their utopia.

I've watched every Terminator movie.........you can't trust computers.

You've watched every Terminator movie? I am so sorry for your loss. Only 1 and 2 are any good...

I will have to agree with you. The first, as usual, is the best, and T2 was good, but I've been in love with Linda Hamilton since 1984. I even suffered through King Kong Lives and Beauty and the Beast TV series just to watch her.

[TicTacLover]

I would argue heavily that T2 is the best. But I can understand the Linda Hamilton obsession :p

[DocRick]

"I don't know how you shrunk me but if you know what's good for you, you'll change me back right now. AND STOP UNDRESSING ME WITH YOUR EYES !!!!!"





"Okay"

[DocRick]

Jennifer matured early, was very attractive and always dressed nicely, making her the object of desire of the boys in high school. But her dates would frequently result in unwanted wrestling matches, the boys pawing at her and trying to cop a feel. She couldn't wait to go to college where she could meet some real men, instead of these hormone ladened boys.

In her freshman year at the university, an accidental exposure to radiation in the lab, caused her to be shrunk to the size of a doll. She stayed at the university, being placed in the guardianship of her dormmate, Suzy. Suzy didn't mind, she liked having the tiny girl around, carrying her around to their classes (they had the same schedules) and since she was given control of Jennifer's finances and doll clothes were far less expensive than normal clothes, she spent the extra money on herself. She also became popular with the guys in their classes and she would often attract a guy who had initially been interested in the diminutive Jennifer.

Jennifer eventually convinced Suzy to take her out to one of the local bars. However, she soon discovered that college guys were no different than high school boys.....once they had a few drinks, they became all...........hands.

[DocRick]

Zoey never understood why her boyfriend, a genius working at the MIT Microbiophysiology lab, liked playing war games with his toy soldiers. So after she was accidently shrunk when she wandered into the lab during a test of the matter miniaturizer, instead of getting mad, she placed an order with Amazon for a tiny uniform and a battery-operated miniature airsoft machine gun. Hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.