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Post by FifteencentiKim » Wed Mar 11, 2020 3:35 pm

Don't Invalidate The Warranty

It had taken six months, but John had finally gotten a shrunken woman to take home.

It hadn't been easy, going through all the psychological testing and counseling sessions, where the prospective normal sized partner had to prove that he was well adjusted and nurturing enough to care for a woman who was only fifteen centimeters tall (give or take a centimeter). He had to demonstrate that he was attuned to what his tiny partner wanted, and knew how to curb his own appetites to ensure his tiny partner enjoyed herself.

It was one of his literal appetites that had made John fake his way through it all to the best of his ability. The end result was that he got to take home Mabel. Despite her name, Mabel was definitely a hottie, with a tight little body that made John want to get his hands on her. And other things.

When John closed the front door to his home behind him, he set the carrier holding Mabel on the table in the foyer. Mabel stepped out, looked around and smiled. It wasn't her first time in John's home, but it was her first time now that it was her home too.

"John, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to call it a night. Could you go ahead and take me to my residence?" she asked, smiling up at John.
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"I don't think so, Mabel," John said, an evil smile appearing on his face as he grabbed Mabel roughly. It was a side that Mabel had never seen.

"What..what are you doing?" Mabel screamed, futilely struggling as John stripped her clothes off.

"What I've been looking forward to doing for the last six months, you stupid bitch," John laughed. It would mean twenty years in prison if he didn't properly cover his tracks, but it was going to be worth it. John was going to satisfy a fantasy of his, one that he had dreamed of from the moment he had first learned that shrunken women were real.

Holding on to her right forearm with a finger and a thumb, John leaned his head back and slowly lowered Mabel into his wide open mouth. Mabel was screaming and kicking her feet, but to no avail.

"You can't do this," Mabel said. "You signed a contract. You'll invalidate my warranty."
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That was a really weird thing to say, John thought, as he felt her tiny feet kicking as he lowered her into his mouth. If he was going to yell out his final words, the word 'warranty' wouldn't be one of them.

As soon as Mabel's waist slid past his lips, John bit down.

Or tried to. As soon as his upper and lower teeth met at Mabel's body, a flash of energy shot through his body. Almost immediately, John fell over dead.

With a look of disgust, Mabel pushed herself out of John's mouth. Once she got out on the floor, she shook her head at the stupid 'giant' lying dead on the floor. Part of the energy needed to shrink her down to her present size remained in her body. Besides making her unusually tough, it also meant any would be vore risked death if he somehow made his way through the screening process. Like this idiot had.

Well, nothing to do but call the folks at the shrinking facility, she thought to herself. Squaring her shoulders, Mabel began the long climb up to where her carrier, with its tiny little phone, were awaiting her.

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Wed Mar 11, 2020 3:36 pm

Kali's breasts

If Kali hadn't been born a nerd, she could have been a porn star. She had one of those bodies that men (and women) would love to get their hands on, if they only knew it existed. But most people didn't know the Indian-American young woman had a very firm, very tight body underneath the frumpy, oversized clothes she always wore. A body made complete by a set of very large (34E), very firm breasts capped by reddish brown nipples that pointed forward, never down. But nobody knew Kali possessed such a body.

Well, Steven knew. He was the young nerd who had rescued Kali when she was shrunk down to fifteen centimeters in size, wearing a very revealing Jasmine from Aladdin costume. It had been a trying ordeal, and potentially deadly one for Steven, but they were both safe now, and Jasmine looked adoringly at Steven's face, just centimeters away. Steven looking adoringly at his rescuee in return, his fingertip running down her very long hair. Kali purred in appreciation of the attention, feeling loved and, for the first time in days, safe from the circumstances of her new world.
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Then Kali gasped as Steven, stroking down her back with his finger, unsnapped her top, leaving her breasts bare for his eyes. Kali's arms immediately came up to cross over them, but Steven brushed her arms out of the way. "Please don't Kali," he said. "You're much too beautiful to hide."

Kali blushed, but kept her hands to her side. She gasped again, this time in pleasure, as Steven used one finger tip to lift up first her right breast, than her left, as he silently marveled at the firmness and softness of Kali's breasts. Kali moaned in pleasure as Steven first used a crooked finger to lift up both her breasts, and then began running his fingertip over her both her breasts. It felt like a jolt of pleasurable lightning when she felt the ridges of Steven's fingertip run over her hardened nipples.
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When Steven lifted her up to his mouth, the pleasure increased as he began licking her breasts, twirling his tongue over first one, then the other, the tiny bumps on his tongue causing tiny bolts of pleasure as they ran over her breasts. Then Steven sucked both her breasts between his lips, and that's when Kali went nuts. She was literally thrashing around in Steven's hand as the entirety of both of her breasts were simultaneously suckled and massaged between his lips. Before Kali knew it, she was coming in an explosion of light and sound, and finally had to push herself out of Steven's mouth, so sensitive had her breasts become.

"Did you just...?" Steven asked, and Kali nodded, the blush spreading from her face to her chest, her eyes closed both in embarrassment and satisfaction. She didn't know if anything else could ever feel that good. Her eyes snapped open, though, when she felt Steven tugging at the bottom of her costume, and wondered if Steven was going to prove her wrong.

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Post by TheBigG » Wed Mar 11, 2020 3:57 pm

Short quick and fucken hawt

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Post by Sumguy13 » Wed Mar 11, 2020 4:37 pm

Both shorts are great, but "Kali".... wow! Solid and vivid scene. I really like that it focuses on the moment and the interaction between your characters pretty much exclusively while also making me wonder how she found herself in that predicament. If you ever decide to elaborate on "Kali", I would welcome reading more. Regardless, thank you for sharing both of these stories.

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Wed Mar 11, 2020 5:11 pm

Sumguy13 wrote:
Wed Mar 11, 2020 4:37 pm
Both shorts are great, but "Kali".... wow! Solid and vivid scene. I really like that it focuses on the moment and the interaction between your characters pretty much exclusively while also making me wonder how she found herself in that predicament. If you ever decide to elaborate on "Kali", I would welcome reading more. Regardless, thank you for sharing both of these stories.
I do have some ideas for longer stories, but I thought I would start a thread for my flash fiction pieces, i.e., stories of less than a thousand words.

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Thu Mar 12, 2020 11:47 am

And in another thread, Josh the Cyborg had asked for a Shrunken Parody of the song, "What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor," So here is my entry into that request:

What do you do with a shrunken sailor?
What do you do with a shrunken sailor?
What do you do with a shrunken sailor?
Once she's just six inches.

Take off her dress and undies
Take off her dress and undies
Take off her dress and undies
Once she's just six inches

Lick her little boobies
Lick her little boobies
Lick her little boobies
Once she's just six inches

Find her a comfy dollhouse
Find her a comfy dollhouse
Find her a comfy dollhouse
Once she's just six inches

Get her a shrunken roommate
Get her a shrunken roommate
Get her a shrunken roommate
Once she's just six inches

Start yourself a shrunken harem
Start yourself a shrunken harem
Start yourself a shrunken harem
And make them all six inches

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Thu Mar 12, 2020 11:33 pm

Marvelous Shrinking

"Amazing," George said.

"And this is why guys who score 800 on the Math portion of their SATs invariably score below 400 on the other side of the test," Steve said. "We need to get George a thesaurus and a dictionary, so he can learn another word besides amazing. And no smart remarks about what's a synonym for thesaurus," Steve added hurriedly. George and the third guy, Tom, just snickered.

"Hello, tiny superheroine running her trials down here," Kali said.

"Oh, right, sure, sorry Kali, we'll get the pressure gauge set up, so we can measure this more precisely," George said.

Kali just nodded, as her three friends got to work on setting up their newest measuring device. Even after a month of being shrunk and unshrunk, it was still a surreal experience, being only fifteen centimeters in the basement bedroom of one of her three best friends. Somehow, a discussion over a table top rpg game, where Kali had wondered what it would be like to actually be a pixie, like her character, had started a discussion of how to theoretically bend space in order to shrink someone. This in turn eventually led to one of many weekend sessions where Kali experienced life at fifteen centimeters in height.

It had been an amazing experience for all. And the four high school seniors had learned quite a bit about the physics of being shrunken. The biggest one, of course, was that it was possible to shrink a person. But they had learned quite a bit more. For one thing, Kali was proportionally stronger at fifteen centimeters in height than she was at her normal height of one hundred and seventy-two centimeters. She didn't have her "normal" strength, but she could lift a lot of toy cars her size without trouble.

Kali had also discovered she was fairly durable when shrunk. She was able to jump several times her shrunken height and land without a problem from an even greater height. She could also sidekick down a lego building, which explained her present costume.

Over the summer, Kali had blossomed from a geeky girl to a hottie under wraps. Almost literally under wraps. Kali still wore the same frumpy, oversized clothes she had always worn, but even so, people were starting to notice the eighteen year old Pakistani-American woman. Not that Kali was expanding her social circle. She had always had the same friends for the last six years, and she saw no reason to expand that circle now.

So even though George, Steve and Tom had noticed a hint of Kali's newly developed hotness underneath her frumpy clothing, they made no public notice of it. Not until the second time that Kali was shrunk.

One of the guys had made her a harness with dragonfly style wings for her to wear, so that she could live out her pixie fantasy. When she strapped the wings on, though, it pulled her clothing tighter to her body, revealing a firm, tight and large bosom. The guys tried not to stare at her chest, and Kali tried to pretend that she hadn't caught them staring.

Full sized Kali went on with her normal life, wearing the same frumpy clothes, keeping to herself and her small clique of friends. Shrunken Kali, though, was starting to show an adventurous side.

On her third shrinking session, Kali wore a ranger's costume, complete with bow, sword, and a leather tunic. The outfit wasn't tight, but it was form fitting, and both Kali and the guys enjoyed the lego based adventure they had set up for her.

It was the fourth shrinking session that had made the collective jaws of the guys dropped. Kali had come in wearing a long overcoat and, when the shrinking process was ready to initiate, took the coat off to reveal a Captain Marvel costume. A very tight Captain Marvel costume. Kali tried to shrug it off, but she was beet red under the attention her friends were giving her. She managed to get the guys to focus on initiating the process, and pretty soon everything was back to normal, with shrunken Kali running around a Lego city, and picking up 1:12 model cars with ease. Still, the guys were checking Kali out, and Kali was pretending not to notice she was being checked out.

When the guys were setting up the measuring device, to see how much weight shrunken Kali could handle, Steve said, "The new trailer for 1984 is out. Maybe next weekend you could be Wonder Woman?" All male eyes immediately went to Kali's chest, and Kali's breathing (and thus, her chest movement) accelerated at thinking of having that much cleavage on display.

"We'll see," Kali said noncommittally. "So, are we ready to see how strong I am?"

The guys nodded, and Kali got in front of the measuring device and started pushing.

Finis

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Post by AB23 » Fri Mar 13, 2020 2:59 am

These are pretty cool! I'd def like to see a continuation of the second story though

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Post by Axtwyt » Fri Mar 13, 2020 3:26 am

Oof, these are all really good short stories! Love your work so far, curious as to what some of your ideas for longer stories are!

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Fri Mar 13, 2020 3:54 am

Well, "Marvelous Shrinking" and "Kali's Breasts" could both be made into longer stories, I suppose! I'd be more inclined to expand on "Marvelous Shrinking" :)

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Post by AB23 » Fri Mar 13, 2020 5:09 am

Marvelous shrinking too! Gotta see what she does with her newfound powers lol

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Post by Axtwyt » Fri Mar 13, 2020 12:17 pm

FifteencentiKim wrote:
Fri Mar 13, 2020 3:54 am
Well, "Marvelous Shrinking" and "Kali's Breasts" could both be made into longer stories, I suppose! I'd be more inclined to expand on "Marvelous Shrinking" :)
"Marvelous Shrinking" definitely has a lot of room to expand!

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Thu Apr 16, 2020 1:06 am

Into the Tiny Unknown

"So, is this your first time you ever done this?" Aishah asked Ichika, and immediately regretted it. Of course it was the other girl's first time. She and Aishah had been specifically groomed and trained since before hitting puberty so that on their eighteenth birthday, they could be properly presented and ready for imprinting.

Ichika just laughed, and patted Aishah's hand. But that was just part of Ichika's training, as it had been part of Ichika's. But unlike Ichika, Aishah couldn't use her training to get around her nervousness.

It wasn't a lifestyle either of the girl's would have ever chosen for herself. But both girls had shown the genetic predisposition that would make them likely candidates for all stages of the Adaptation. And their parents wanted the money, had too many mouths to feed and came from countries where officials could be induced to look the other way on operations that combined high energy physics, genetic manipulation and human trafficking.

Once the girls entered the Adaptation Program, they were put on a strict exercise and diet regimen, all the while going through training which overemphasized modesty and traditional femininity that bordered on the medieval. Likewise, the girls were shielded from any and all contact with the opposite sex. By the age of eighteen, successful graduates of the Adaptation Program were athletic women with top heavy figures who were blushing, naive virgins who were nonetheless conditioned to be subservient to whatever man they were given to.

And upon their graduation, successful candidates were shrunk down to fifteen centimeters and shipped off to wealthy buyers.

There was a market for the "unsuccessful" candidates. Training didn't always "stick." And sometimes genetic "nudging" didn't produce the exact desired outcome. Occasionally bribed government officials didn't stay bribed, and local operations were raided. And the shrinking process required a quality in the subject girls that even the scientists couldn't quite properly define. So each year, only a handful of completely "successful" graduates were available for purchase. The most the Program had produced in one year had been four. The year that Aishah and Ichika had "graduated," they had been the only two. And someone had bought them both.

The girls felt that they were lucky that, no matter what else happened, they had each other.

The conversation was interrupted by a shift in their container that indicated that their contained was being transferred to yet another location, perhaps even their final destination.

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Post by AB23 » Fri Apr 17, 2020 3:41 am

I do hope that last story is continued…

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Fri Apr 17, 2020 10:30 am

AB23 wrote:
Fri Apr 17, 2020 3:41 am
I do hope that last story is continued…
These are all you just "cross sections" of different SW universes, but I might come back to this one and flesh it out in its own story thread!

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Beast Town City Limits

Daria Shevchenko had almost made it. Almost.

It seemed Daria's life after her eighteenth birthday had been full of almosts.

The eighteen year old third generation immigrant from the Ukraine to the West had almost been at the top of her graduating class. She had almost gotten enough scholarship and grant money to pay for a chance to earn an engineering degree at a state university. She had almost qualified for a student job that would have gapped the difference.

Instead, the reality was Daria would have had to work at a menial job for at least two years before she earned enough money. And it was always menial jobs for Daria. The kindest thing anyone had ever said about the young woman was that she was a Slavic Quasimodo. Even in her own family, where her alcoholic father was hardly a bastion of patience and compassion, the disfigured Daria was the family's collective target for mental and physical abuse.

The abuse only made Daria more determined to escape Malinkytown (as the neighborhood where Eastern European refugee families lived was called). She knew her looks would never allow her to be happy in a social setting, but anything had to be better than eking out a living in the poverty stricken Malinkytown.

And then the Transformation happened.

Less than one percent of humanity ever went through the Transformation, and it was usually a flip of the coin whether the Transformation was good or bad. Daria's grandparents had fled Pripyat, and like most Pripyat refugees, the odds of going through the Transformation had gone up (to almost four percent). And if the Transformation were a coin toss, the coin was weighted to the negative side for a Pripyat refugee.

And as (bad) luck would have it, the Shevchenko family had a genetic predisposition toward the Transformation. But there were no Heroes in the Shevchenko clan, only Freaks. Daria's granduncle, who worked for the local crime boss, looked like a Minotaur, and she had a cousin who was known as Squid Girl in an underground Freak show.

Still, the odds of Daria herself going through the Transformation were less than ten percent and, if she did, she always thought she couldn't look worse than she did now.

The Transformation always took place on an individual's eighteenth birthday, give or take six months. Always. And as the six month after her eighteenth month pass, Daria was both relieved and disappointed that she would not be subjected to the Transformation. So she resigned herself to working her janitorial job as she hid enough money away to begin her college degree in a couple of years.

And the six months almost passed without incident. Almost.

Once morning Daria woke up to discover she had been transformed.

The first thing she noticed was that the daily aches and pains of her existence had completely disappeared. In the course of time, Daria would discover her Transformed body was extraordinarily tough and resilient, able to take quite a bit of punishment.

As soon as Daria had awoken, she immediately knew what had happened. And because she was Daria Shevchenko, she knew it was going to be bad. So it was with a considerable amount of trepidation that Daria went to the family bathroom to see what she had Transformed in to. Daria couldn't have been more surprised at the image that looked back at her.

She was absolutely gorgeous.

Image

Daria gingerly began touching herself, first her face, then her hair, and then her body. It was all real. All real. All the bad fortune that had haunted her all her life had completely disappeared. She was beautiful now. Beautiful. And she would be able to give up her job as a janitor and maybe become a secretary. And she would get the money she needed sooner, and head off to university, and become an engineer. And she would have friends, and maybe romance, and...

And that was when Daria's old luck began trickling back in. As she examined her face, she noticed something odd about her skin. It felt like skin, smooth, clear, almost glowing skin. But it had an almost plastic look to it. And her mouth. Daria ran her fingers around her mouth. It seemed much too small for her face. Her eyes looked too big to her, as if she were some living fashion doll.

Daria's hands slid down to her oversized breasts and squeezed. They were firm. Too firm. There was give to them, but they seemed to defy gravity. Daria pulled up her sleepshirt to examine her new body to discover three things.

1) Her waist was impossibly thin. And not just because her chest was huge now. And there was no obvious musculaturity to her abdomen. Her body just narrowed down impossibly from her breasts to her waist.

2) Daria had a completely lack of pubic hair. Or hair on her legs. She never shaved either, simply because she never thought about doing that. Daria always wore trousers, never dresses, and one only shaved if one expected to be intimate with another individual, which Daria knew would never happen.So why bother?

Daria examined herself to discover that, outside of her eyebrows, eyelashes and the hair on her haid, there was hair on her body whatsoever. And it was then that a new fact made itself known to Daria.

3) Daria wasn't wearing any panties.

Daria always wore the same oversized dark green shirt to sleep every night, and the same pair of "granny panties." Except the panties were gone. It was then that Daria discovered a fourth fact about her new status.

4) Daria was only eighty-four centimeters high now.

When Daria had gone to sleep, she had been one hundred and thirty-eight centimeters tall and, to be delicate, somewhat chunky. When she woke up, she had been slimmer and shorter. So when she stood up, the panties had slipped down her legs. And Daria had been in such a rush to see her Transformation, she had stepped out of her panties without ever thinking about it.

As Daria continued examining herself, one of her younger sisters walked sleepily into the bathroom. At the sight of the Transformed Daria, the sibling in question screamed at the sight of a stranger in the bathroom, which brought the entire family running into the bathroom.

The next half hour found Daria in the middle of the overcrowded family room as she tried to field dozens of questions thrown at her by her family. All the while Daria's father watched her speculatively, with a certain lasciviousness in his eyes that made Daria shiver any time her eyes met him.

Finally her father announced that he would take Daria to meet the local crime boss, who would know what to do about Daria's transformation. Daria's father also declared that Daria needed to be made presentable for her meeting, so the two of them would retire to her room to get her prepared.

Daria wasn't sure what the end result of the preparation and meeting would be, but she knew she wasn't going to like it.

Somehow, Daria had been able to escape from the family apartment. She had been on the run ever since.

At first, Daria focused on just staying out of sight. She stole clothes, ate out of garbage cans, and began slowly migrating from her old neighborhood. And then a plan formulated in her head. She'd make her way to Beast Town. There was no guarantee that her life would be miraculously better there. But it had to be better than the fate that awaited her in her own neighborhood. And besides, no crime boss anywhere was stupid enough to go into Beast Town.

Daria had almost made it, too. Almost. She was right at the unofficial border of Beast Town when a gang of goons, led by her granduncle, a gray but still vibrant man-bull, had cornered her in a dead end alley.

"So the rumors are true, my darling niece," the aging minotaur began, as he undid the belt of his slacks. He pulled them off as Daria watched in horror as her granduncle's prodigious member came into view. "You are like a living Barbie doll. I suspect your placement in my employer's brothel will prove quite profitable to him. But the merry chase you have led us on has put him in an irritable mood. So he has granted me and my men, what is that phrase the Westerners like to us, when they wish to appear very educated? First night? Whatever it is, I am about to discover just how tight that Barbie kytsʹka of yours is."

"What are you doing in my neighborhood?" boomed from above, freezing all the individuals in the alley in place.

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Sat Apr 18, 2020 12:13 am

We're not in Nelson anymore, Toto

The first clue that Elizabeth Howell had that she wasn't in her bed in her Nelson suburban home was that...well, she wasn't in her bed anymore. She was lying on some kind of reddish padded floor in a cubed room or cell of some type that looked to be about five meters by five meters by five meters. All the waa but two (which included the ceiling) had the same red padding as the floor. One wall was white with tiny holes, and another one adjacent to it was made of a thick plexiglass that had a dark covering over it.

Another clue that she was somewhere other than where she had gone to sleep was that she was wearing only panties. Bikini panties. The days that Elizabeth wore such skimpy outfits to bed had come and gone. Now, she was more likely to climb into bed with flannel pajamas.

Then there was the fact that her hair was stretching down to her waist. Elizabeth had stopped wearing her hair that long almost ten years ago, when she was cashing in on her status as fitness model/social media star by becoming a partner in a string of gyms throughout New Zealand. By the time Elizabeth turned forty, she had the soccer Mom image going on, with her hair reaching just to her shoulders. Mind you, she was definitely the hot soccer Mom, but she wasn't the sex symbol she considered herself to be when she was in her twenties.

Another 'odd' thing was her chest felt funny. It didn't hurt the way it had when she was twenty-four, when she had the implants that boosted her up to a very firm if unnatural G cup. It just felt...funny.

And there was the fact that Elizabeth didn't feel the little aches and pains she had accumulated in her forty-two years of life. Not that she was in bad shape. But Elizabeth had lived a physically active life, and things happen. But she wasn't feeling them now.

It should be noted that Elizabeth wasn't logically and systematically going down the list of differences she was experiencing now, as compared to when she went to sleep. All she knew was that she woke up in a strange padded room, nearly naked, and with her hair inexplicably handing down over her face in a way it hadn't done in a decade.

And then the voice boomed from above.

"Hello, Elizabeth," the voice said. In response, Elizabeth's arms immediately crossed protectively over her bare chest. "Or can I call you Lizzy, like you went by back when you were on Twitter all the time?"

"Who are you? Where am I?" Elizabeth screamed, her eyes darting furtively around.

"You know, those two questions are related," the voice said. "Who I am...well, seventeen years ago, I was the fifteen year old boy who stumbled on to one of your pictures. I think it was about a month after you had won a fitness contest. You took a picture and posted on your twitter account. Like you're dressed now. I really wanted you, but I wasn't the only one. I mean, you had a million followers at least, so a lot of guys wanted you."

"What?" Elizabeth said, shaking her head, her mind too confused to follow this faceless soliloquy.

"Well, I was a fifteen year old kid halfway across the world, so obviously we weren't going to hook up. But I decided then and there, I was going to have someone like you. Except, well, I found a...unique way to have you. I even got to have you when you were twenty-five years old. And not only you."

Elizabeth's mind was too overwhelmed to ask questions about any of this. She probably would have stayed frozen in place if the white wall to her right didn't start moving up.

The wall revealed three other women, women that Elizabeth had known a couple of decades earlier. Not known well, of course. But they were all fitness models and social media starlets known for their fit body and "robust" breast implants. All of the women should have been in their forties now, just like Elizabeth. Except all the women looked to be in their twenties, when they were at the height of their social media popularity. And they were all almost naked, just like Elizabeth was.

"By the way, ladies," the voice continued, expanding so that it could address all four women, "Don't worry about the discomfort in your chests. The process that brought you here...the way you are...well, it converted the implants to natural tissue. Not to worry. The discomfort will wear off, and there was some changes to your musculoskeletal system to keep you perky. But before we continue, I think there's another facet of your new reality I need to introduce you to."

Elizabeth's brain couldn't fathom how further detached this situation could get from reality. And then the cover of the plexiglass was pulled back. On the other side of the plexiglass was a face larger than Elizabeth herself.

That was all it took. Elizabeth collapsed on the padded floor as her world went dark.

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Sat Apr 18, 2020 11:35 am

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(This occurs shortly after the episode 'The Forbidden Pool.')

Life was inherently unfair for Flirtacia. Oh, sure, she was a beautiful princess with a pompous but amiable and over-indulgent king for a father, good friends who would follow her everywhere and a giant who would protect her, but life was still unfair for the eighteen year old princess.

The thing was, Flirtacia wanted ROMANCE, and her giant protector was the object of her perpetual mooning. And the only two people who seemed oblivious to her pining was her royal father and the giant himself. Even Tagg, the friendly giant dog, was aware of Flirtacia's crush for his master.

Flirtacia was very much aware that nothing could come of her crush for her giant friend. She was a princess, after all, and would be queen one day, and would need a suitable consort. And a consort meant physical relationships. Having led a protected life, Flirtacia had only vague, nebulous ideas about what these physical relationships would involve, but she was certain that whatever it was, it would be impossible with her giant companion.

Still, her giant friend had all those qualities she dreamed about in the object of her romance. And they were super-sized in him!

For a brief moment when her giant companion had been shrunk down to her size, she had entertained the idea of finally being able to have that romance with him she had always dreamed about. Unfortunately, she had to assist him in getting his normal size. It just wouldn't do for him to be her size when that nasty, evil, awful, despicable Leech was still a giant.

And so, before she could contemplate a romantic relationship with her friend at a normal size, she had to help restore him to his giant size. And perversely, she actually found her giant friend more crush-worthy when he was of titanic proportions.

Sighing dramatically again, Flirtacia resigned herself to a life of giant unrequited love.

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Post by jeffrey-dallas » Sat Apr 18, 2020 2:45 pm

Ah, Flirtacia... :)
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Post by FifteencentiKim » Sun Apr 19, 2020 9:25 am

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"Ginger or Mary Ann?" the older man asked.

"Who?"

The older man sighed. Of all the cousins, nephews, nieces and younger relatives in his extended family, his nephew James was the one he found least objectionable. So when his sister-in-law insisted that he spend time with James from time to time, Ryan didn't put up too much of a fight.

Of course, Ryan knew that the only reason his sister-in-law insisted that Ryan spend time with his eighteen year old nephew was because of the sizable fortune Ryan had amassed over the years through the licensing of his patents on all his inventions. And even though Ryan was a very fit thirty-nine years old, his brush with death at his Tempe plant had suddenly made all his relatives very keen on having Ryan look kindly on one or more of their progeny.

Which is why Ryan was sitting in his media room watching "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" with his nephew James on a Saturday afternoon. Semi-watching with, anyway. James seemed more interested in whatever was on his smartphone than wat was on the television screen.

On the screen, a shrunken Mike Teavee was being plucked from a television set. That gave Ryan an idea.

"Why don't we conduct a Gedankenexperiment?" Ryan said, picking up the remote and flipping around the channels.

"A what?" James said, sounding a little exasperated. Not only was his uncle insisting on continuously interrupting his focus on his phone, but he had started changing channels without getting James' input.

"A thought experiment," Ryan explained. "That scene we saw, where Mike Teavee was plucked from the television screen. Let's say you could do something like that in real life."

"But you can't," James interjected.

"Which is why it's a thought experiment," Ryan explained patiently. Ryan stopped on a channel playing a rerun from the first season of "Last Man Standing."

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"Now let's say I could reach in to the television screen and take this actress out of the show," James said, pointing to the brunette character on the screen. "Do you think when she came out, she'd be the character on the show, or the actress? And if the actress, would she look like she does now, today, or how she looked when she made this show almost ten years ago?"

"I don't know," James said, clearly not wanting to be in this conversation. Hoping his uncle would take the hint, James turned his attention back to the phone in his hands.

Undeterred, Ryan continued, "I guess there's only one way to find out." Standing up, Ryan moved to the television screen and reached his hand into it.

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Post by jeffrey-dallas » Sun Apr 19, 2020 7:52 pm

I had this thouight experiment back in the day with Betty and Valerie.
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Post by FifteencentiKim » Mon Apr 20, 2020 10:05 am

Catspaw

Three days. She only had three days to go.

She had taken all the precautions. She had stayed indoors, of course. After the obligatory celebration of her eighteenth birthday, Morgan had disappeared from public view, like all Faraday women who were subjected to the Curse did on their eighteenth birthday. And like all Faraday women, she had gone to great pains about screening anything and everything brought into her bedroom suite. She drank only bottled water, ate only the prepackaged food she had prepared for her fortnight of solitude and generally resigned herself to living in isolation until the time of the Curse had passed. It was only two weeks, so how hard would that be.

The internet was unavailable, of course. Two decades ago her Aunt Mabeline had learned the hard way that if a party were enterprising enough, they could invoke the Curse through an email attachment. So Morgan's only choice was to remain cloistered in her room for fourteen days.

Well, there was the choice of swearing off any claim to the Faraday fortune, a collective wealth that made the Faradays the equal to any family on the planet. And Faraday women who took that pledge also became plain very quickly. And who wanted a life of homeliness and humbleness when you could spend it being rich and beautiful?

Morgan had thought being away from human contact for two weeks would be a breeze. But after a few days, she started going stir crazy. So she let her fourteen year old sister Tiffany into her suite of rooms. So desperate was Morgan for company that even listening to her little sister prattle on and on about her trivial life was better than nothing. And since Tiffany herself would be subjected to the Curse in a few years, she could be trusted, right?

Since Morgan was now only a mere fifteen centimeters tall, and residing in a gilded birdcage, the answer was apparently not. Now that brat was off shopping somewhere with Morgan's debit and credit cards, while Morgan waited to see what her fate was to be.

When the door to her bedroom suite opened, she knew she wouldn't have to wait any longer.

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Mon Apr 20, 2020 7:14 pm

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"Row, damn you row," Solveig shouted, as the other women in the boat put their backs in it. It was only one hundred and fifty meters to the shore, but for all practical purposes, it might as well have been two thousand.

Astrid, Freya, Ingrid, Gunhild, Saga and Sif,...to the last woman they knew it was a pointless endeavor. Each time they strove for escape, each time it seemed it was within reach, and each time that escape was snatched away from them, just as it seemed to be within reach.

But still they strove onward. To do otherwise was simply unthinkable.

The storm tossed their small about around, and it seemed every wave threatened to capsize them. But still Solveig held fast to the rudder. And still her loyal followers pulled against wind and wave.

It seemed that this time, this time, the challenge would be conquered, and the women would be free from their captor.

The boat was so close to shore, the women could almost leap out and wade to shore.

So close.

But not close enough.

Two giant hands appeared out of the air, lifting the boat upwards. The storm disappear, the wind died, and both waves and the shore disappeared. Instead, a young, handsome male face with a friendly smile beamed down at the seven women in the boat

"Very good, my little Valkyries. You were almost there this time." The smile broadened into a grin as the voice added. "Now, will you surrender to me at last, or do you still want to try to escape?"

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Tue Apr 21, 2020 1:51 am

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"Open wide," Norman said in a sing song voice. Blaire made a rude gesture, which made Norman make a 'tsk tsk' sound. "Now, now, don't be that way. If you don't feed soon, you're going to get all cranky with blood craze."

Blaire didn't want to, but the human was right. With a snarl, she leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide.

Norman reached into aquarium, holding an eye dropper full of a red liquid. He held the dropper over the mouth of the tiny woman and squeezed it, feeding the tiny woman as if she were a baby bird. The tiny woman drank the drops greedily, taking five drops until she was sated.

Wiping her mouth, she looked up at her giant captor. "When my nest finds out about all this, they're going to make you pay."

Norman shook his head and chuckled as he put his eye dropped away. "I can't believe you call yourselves a nest. A nest. Like you're a bunch of magpies. Do you know what the first group of vampires called themselves? A crown. They planned to rule the world of blood and fire. I wasn't even an apprentice then. Just a serving boy to Koldun. THE Koldun. Rytsar was the leader of the Crown. And there was not a wizard alive, on this side of the Hill or that, that didn't fear him. And now look at what his creations have become." Norman shook his head sadly.

Blaire hissed her hatred of the wizard. She knew he was lying. Everything he said was a lie. When she was turned, she had learned all the great history of her kind. Everything was their prey. There was no great vampire that had been defeated in their collective past. No, vampires were slowly but surely growing in strength and one day, perhaps one day soon,civilization would fall and the planet would become their hunting ground.

It was only by sheer bad luck that this human had been able to cast a spell that had shrunk her to fifteen centimeters in height. There was no way he could take on an entire nest. After all, humans were prey. Clever prey at times, with weapons and spells and whatever. But still prey.

As if reading her mind, Norman just shook his head sadly. "I'd be worried if I was still a boy. And if vampires were something to be concerned about. But those are gone. You are a nest now. A nest of rats. Things that scurry around in the shadows, but flee when the light is turned on. If Rystar were still alive and saw how far his descendants have fallen, he'd destroy you himself."

"You will pay for this," Blaire hissed. "My nest will rescue me, and you will wish that your death will come quickly."

"We'll see," Norman said. Looking at his watch, he added, "Speaking of your nest, they should be arriving shortly. I need to go prepare for their arrival. You know, all of this could have been avoided if you hadn't attacked one of my servants."

"He was fair prey," Blaire hissed.

"That attitude is what brought you to my attention in the first place," Norman said as he slipped on his jacket. "If you survive this young lady, you would do well to remember the old adage about wizards. Don't interfere in their business, for they get pissed easily, and have a warped sense of justice."

With that, Norman left the room, leaving the tiny vampiress to her thoughts.

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Post by FifteencentiKim » Thu Apr 23, 2020 6:16 am

Solomon's Warehouse

It had been six months to date. We know this...I know this...because the electronics section of the store still works. We still have access tot he internet...one way, of course...we can still watch television, we still have streaming services, all of them. And we can still watch the news.

We're still on the news, of course. When it first happened, we were all over the news. For some of us, it re-emphasized our condition and made us more depressed. For the rest of us, it gave us hope. If we were all over the news, there would be a rescue coming, right?

Now, when we're on the news, it's more of the "Six months later, and still no longer closer to discovering the mystery behind the disappearance" variety.

Six months later, and we've all sort of settled into a routine. There were sixty-four of us at the time of the disappearance, and there's still sixty-four of us today. We all more or less have our established cliques now, and the djinns stop us from hurting ourselves or each other. We thought we were going to lose Lacy, but after her temporary 'banishment', she came back very meek and overly friendly. She won't talk about it, but she made very clear that, all things considered, Solomon was a pretty good choice. At least he was when you compared him to whatever alternative Lacy had encountered during her week long banishment.

Some of the girls still wonder how nobody saw this coming, but then again how could anyone see what happened to the sixty four of us coming? Ours was the fourth Solomon's Warehouse to open, and everyone loved the combined supermarket/electronics/super box store. Especially younger prettier women. There was nothing overt about it, but the hiring practices for positions like baristas, book department manager, assistant shift managers, etc., seemed to go to young women who were competent and attractive. And in certain departments, female customers who were physically attractive found their patronage cultivated with on the spot discounts, free samples, and the like. The grand opening of the store (which took place a month after its soft opening) had the local high school's and the local university's cheerleading squad in attendance. There was a Miss Solomon beauty contest going on for contestant's ages eighteen to twenty-five. And the electronics section was holding a gaming tournament strictly for women participants, promising big prizes.

And exactly two hours after the Grand Opening began, the store disappeared, with everyone inside the store left standing in the parking lot, not sure what had happened.

Well almost everyone. Sixty-four of us disappeared with the store.

I won't say the sixty-four of us who disappeared with the store were the best looking girls in the place. But we were all attractive, and we all could be classified as a 'type.' For example, there's no one smaller than a C cup among us, and all have us have fit, but not overly fit bodies. The djinns keep us on an exercise routine, but most of us don't need prompting. Our regimens and our fitness classes help give us something to fill the day.

None of us have tattoos or any piercings, and we all have long hair. Never past our waist, but long enough to cover our breasts. Of course, when we disappeared, that wasn't the case. But a lot of changes were made when we disappeared, and there's no trying to try to re-establish what you looked like before you disappeared. It wasn't that bad for me. I only had a singe pair of ear piercings, and my hair had always been kind of long to begin with. Lacy, though, had been one of the gamer girls, and she had had dyed hair that was nearly shaved off, and was covered with tattoos and body piercings. Emphasis on the word was. She fought it all the time. Until she disappeared for a week. And then all the fight left her. The fight left everyone else too.

Speaking of hair, except for that on my head, the rest of my body hair has disappeared. All of it. And it hasn't been that time of the month for me or anyone else since we disappeared six months ago.

And one more change. Physical change, that is. I'm only fifteen centimeters tall.

At least that's how tall I think I am. How tall all of us our, more or less. We're not uniform height, after all. I was taller than my partner Darla before the disappearance. And I'm still taller than her now. And maybe we're not shrunk. Maybe we're still normal size and Solomon is a giant. I don't know. He would be over twenty meters tall if he is a giant. But Solomon doesn't really answer questions. He just takes care of us and plays with us.

Which is how Darla and I became partners. Neither one of us had any inclinations in that direction before we were shrunk. And if we ever get unshrunk, I don't know if we will still have inclinations toward each other. We do discuss it, but never directly, if that makes sense.

We became partners because Solomon likes watch the girls play with each other when he plays with us. And, if you're in an established partnership, he won't make you play with another girl. I guess you can't ask more from someone who kidnaps you and modifies your body for his personal gratification.

It does give you benefits, such as your own bedroom (really just modified office space) and longer allotted, joint use time in the employee showers. Although that's not really a problem, since the employee locker room has what i thought was an unusually large shower room. Or at least I thought so until we and the store and disappeared.

All things considered, I suppose one could say it's not a bad life. I wonder around wearing nothing but bikini bottoms, usually holding hands with Darla, as we talk about whatever book the book club is reading. Darla was an English literature major before we disappeared. She was also a PE minor, or whatever it's called. I guess that makes sense, since she was one of the cheerleaders from the university who was at the store that day. It was probably best the head cheerleader didn't disappear with us, as those cheerleaders who did disappear blame their captain for making them come in the first place.

We walk by a recliner with Lacy in it, curled up, shivering, a djinn floating nearby watching over her. The sight is enough to make me decide that, whatever else I could say, my life could be worse. Darla sees my discomfort and pulls me along, as we decide to go walk the newest nature trail in the park that now surrounds the superstore that has become our home.

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