The Little Nanny (for Slepytyme's benefit)

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As I suspected, the story chapter posted by Slepytyme was just a heavily modified version of the 2nd chapter of The Little Nanny. I am sorry to say that there was no continuation of the story because TTSIncali was an absolute master for starting great stories but, just like me, he was really terrible at finishing them . Anyway, please enjoy what I do have!!!

The Little Nanny Chapter 1:

Krissy held the little green pill in her left palm. This was the last step
before her transformation starts, and she was more than a little
apprehensive.

She stood in the living room of her employers, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis. They
were seated on the sofa opposite her. In the love seat, their eight year
old dauughter Kathleen sat, watching Krissy expectantly. "You know Krissy,
you can back out right now," Mr. Lewis said. He held up the check. "You'll
still get the five grand."

And if I take the pill, I'll get $100,000, she thought to herself. It would
go a long way towards her financial independence. At 29, she knew she was
too old for this, but the money was very tempting. Oh well, she thought.
She put the pill in her mouth and swallowed it with some water.

"We're glad you made the choice," Mrs. Lewis said, smiling broadly. "I hope
you'll enjoy your time with us, Krissy."

"So what happens now?" Krissy plopped down in the love seat next to Kathleen.

"The shrinking won't start right away," Mr. Lewis explained smoothly. "In
fact, it will happen slowly, overnight. You'll be about 1/2 of your original
height by morning. Then we'll give you another dose in a few days and shrink
you down to about fifteen inches. We just want to give you a chance to get used to
being little, that's all."

Kathleen giggled. "I'll be bigger than you."

Krissy made a shy smile. Kathleen was a very nice girl, as she'd discovered
while staying with the Lewis' for the past month. She put her arm around
Kathleen's shoulder; the girl snuggled up to her. It occurred to her that
this would be the last time she would be able to do that. By this time
tomorrow, she would be the one snuggling up to Kathleen.

Kathleen's mother broke the silence. "Well you two, it's getting awful
close to bedtime."

"But mom," Kathleen whined, "I don't have school tomorrow! It's Chirstmas
vacation!"

"Yeah, but you and Krissy have a big day tomorrow, so hop to it."

Kathleen got up from the couch and sullenly started for her bedroom. Krissy
got up too, but not nearly so resentfully. "G'night, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis,"
she said quietly.

"Good night, Krissy," Mrs. Lewis said. "If you want, you can sleep in your
room tonight, and then tomorrow night, you can start sleeping in Kathleen's
room."

"Thanks. Ok, good night." Krissy walked up the stairs, feeling a little
tired. Must be a side effect of the pill, she thought. She went into her
room and closed the door.

"Whew!" she said. Krissy pulled the blinds closed and undressed, changing
into a nightgown. The clock on the nightstand said 9:00 PM. The gown
didn't feel any different, maybe it takes a little longer for the pill to
take effect.

Krissy opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. She could
hear Kathleen's parents talking and the TV going. Walking down the hall,
she came to Kathleen's room. She knocked on the door. "It's me," she said.

"Come in, Krissy." Krissy entered the room, to find Kathleen already in bed.

"Let me tuck you in," Krissy said as she approached the bed. Kathleen
giggled as her nanny pulled the bedsheet up and covered her to her neck.
"Tomorrow night, you'll be doing this to me, y'know?"

"Yeah. Krissy, are you scared?"

She pursed her lips. "Yeah, a little. It's something totally new for me,
y'know?"

"Uh-huh. But I'm gonna take good care of you."

Krissy smiled a little. "I know you will. As for me, I'll try to be a good
doll for you, starting tomorrow."

----

Kristine Jackson was never destined for great things. She'd always kept her
head down, squeaking by life. She was a college graduate, but she'd never
been able to find work that suited her. At 29, she had no prospects for
marriage, and was still a virgin.

It wasn't that she was bad looking. Krissy was actually rather cute, but
she had always been withdrawn, with few friends. She was just barely five
feet tall, with a very petite frame and long, curly dark blond hair. Her
skin was very fair, but she always hated how her body looked. To be sure,
she was thin, with a small bust and a narrow waist, but she did have
a nice figure, if she cared to think positively.

Krissy though her head was a little too large for her body, a common
fixation with short people. Her nose *was* a bit large on her face, and her
smile seemed a little crooked, but it was all right. On her, those features
looked charming.

A few years ago, it became possible to shrink animals and people. Soon
enough, a fad developed where people were kept as exotic pets. People would
actually volunteer to be shrunk and kept as playthings or pets, which
scandalized the keepers of public morals, but everyone else thought it was a
neat idea.

Krissy's first reaction was disgust when she heard about it. When she
started seeing tiny people out in public, accommpanied by their guardians,
she slowly became intrigued. She wondered what it would be like to have
this done on herself.

Then, a few months ago, she was leafing through an alternative newspaper and
came across the classified ads. Along with the come-ons for phone sex and
massage therapists, there was a block of personal ads for situations wanted.
Most of them were creepy beyond belief, but then she came across this one:

***Family seeking to adopt a tiny person, 21+ female preferred.***
We are looking for a christmas present for our daughter, and what
would be better than a living doll? We would prefer a young woman
of good character, no smoking, drugs, or alcohol, between the ages
21 and 35. Excellent pay + benefits. All cadidates must submit
to a background and credit check. College graduate preferred, but
not mandatory. Please contact hiring_tiny@yahoo.com for more
information.

Krissy was facinated. As soon as she could, she got to a computer and
banged out an email indicating her interest. They repsonded right away, and
things went from there. Krissy liked them and Kathleen took a shine to
Krissy.

As soon as the background check was done, the Lewis' invited Krissy to move
in. Krissy immediately adjusted to life in their household, and got to know
them better. She signed some paperwork, giving Kathleen's parents power of
attorney and releasing them from any liability. In return, she would
receive $100,000 for her time. It seemed like a good deal to her, so she
went ahead with it.


----

When Krissy woke up the next morning, she didn't feel very different. She
opened her eyes and saw how the world had changed for her. Everything in
the room was so huge! Krissy stuggled out of her nightgown and ended up
naked on top of the bed.

She sighed and slid off the bed. There must be something to wear, she
thought. The bottom dresser drawer had some towels, so she picked one that
seemed small enough for her to wear comfortably. Maybe she should take a
shower, and then get dressed.

She wrapped the towel around her body. It went from her shoulders to her
mid-shins, and felt like a heavy toga. Satisfied, she went to the door and
was able to turn the knob with both hands. It took a lot of effort, but she
got it open.

Krissy was impressed with how large everything was. She always was small,
but now everything was gigantic. As she walked down the hall, she noticed
how the light switches were now out of her reach.

Kathleen sounded like she was up, so Krissy decided to head to her room.
She might have some clothes she could wear. She came to the doorway of
Kathleen's room, and for the first time, it hit her just how small she
really was.

Kathleen was walking around her bedroom in a Raiders jersey and a pair of
jeans, picking up her clothes from the floor and tidying up the place.
Krissy watched her with facination: this girl was only four feet, five
inches, but to Krissy, Kathleen seemed as big as a linebacker. She felt
a little nervous in the girl's presence, and thought about running back to
her room.

After a minute, Kathleen took notice of little Krissy standing at her
doorway. "Aww, look at you! You're sooo cute!" Kathleen made a motion
to Krissy to come closer.

Krissy's face turned red with embarassment, but she approached Kathleen
anyway. "Good morning, Kathleen," she said meekly.

"Oh, let me have a look at you," she exclaimed. They made quite a contrast.
Krissy did not even come up to Kathleen's chest. She was very feminine and petite;
her arms and legs appeared to be so thin and delicate. Kathleen, on the
other hand, was a bit of a tomboy, husky, with shoulder-length black hair
and bright green eyes.

Kathleen placed her hands on Krissy's bare shoulders. To Krissy, Kathleen's
hands were now rough and huge. She put one of her hands on top of
Kathleen's; it looked so tiny in comparision. Then the huge hands pulled
her closer to Kathleen's body and held her in a hug. Krissy leaned her head
against Kathleen, as she felt the huge hands stroke her head and
shoulders.

This actually felt kind of nice, Krissy thought. It was the same way she
felt on the rare occasions she allowed men to enter her life. She'd once
dated a man, named Robert, who was much taller than she, over six feet tall.
She always felt secure in his arms, but she'd driven him off, just like
she'd driven away all the men in her life, with her immature and childish
behaviour.

Now, she could indulge in that behaviour, and Kathleen could be her mommy
now. She was already big enough, but in a few days, when she shrank down to
baby-size, she could live out her dream. Right now, she felt even more safe
and secure than she felt with Robert, since to her, Kathleen was even
larger. She seemed to be over eight feet tall!

"Um Kathleen," Krissy stammered, "I was wondering if you had anything I
could wear while I'm this size."

Kathleen released her from her hug and held her by the shoulders again.
"Sure, I think I've got some stuff. Were you gonna take a shower?" When
Krissy nodded, she said, "Do you need any help with that, sweetie?"

Krissy looked down at her feet and smiled when she was called 'sweetie'.
"No, I think I'll be ok." Krissy was quite modest about her body, and
didn't want Kathleen seeing her naked, at least not if she could prevent it.

"All right. Get cleaned up and we'll look for something to wear, ok?" As
Krissy left the room, Kathleen gave her a little playful swat on her bottom.
Krissy yelped a little, and hurried into the bathroom.

She closed and locked the door and tested the knob, to make sure it was
locked. Then she hung her towel on the doorknob. There was no one around
in here, so she felt ok about being in the buff. She was big enough that
she could use the toilet by herself. As she sat there, Krissy wondered how
things were going to change for her once she was reduced to 15 inches.
Taking a bath, using the toilet, even getting dressed and feeding herself
would be impossible at that size.

When she flushed, she noticed a scale on the floor, next to the sink. Out
of idle curiousity, she decided to weigh herself. When she was five feet
tall, she knew that she weighed less than 95 pounds. Now she watched the
dial turn and end up at 12 pounds. "Wow," she exclaimed. "I'm really tiny now!"

Krissy barely had the strength to operate the bath faucet, and she
considered asking Kathleen for help, but she was able to get enough leverage
by stepping inside the tub. The nozzle was way above her head, and
impossible for her to reach, so she made do with its setting.

It was not very hard for her to bathe. The bar of soap was small enough for
her to handle, and the shampoo and conditioner bottles were the little kind
one finds in hotel rooms. Krissy ususally took long showers, since her hair
was fairly thick and needed a thorough cleaning.

Finally, she was done. Turning off the water was a little easier than
starting it. She gingerly slid the glass door open and climbed out onto the
tile. The towel was big and thirsty and Krissy was able to dry herself
completely in no time. She wrapped it around her body again and opened the
door.

Krissy went back to Kathleen's room, where she found some clothes already
laid out. Kathleen closed the bedroom door behind Krissy. "Ok," she said,
very pleased with herself, "I found these clothes, which oughta fit you."
She picked up a little pair of shorts and a green shirt with a picture of
Buttercup from the PowerPuff Girls on it. "Come on, Krissy, I wanna see how
this fits."

Krissy shook her head and inched away from Kathleen. "That's ok, I can try
it on in my room."

"No Krissy, come *here*. NOW." Krissy was a little shocked at the force of
the command. "I wanna dress you." Krissy slowly walked towards Kathleen,
realizing now the authority the big girl had over her.

Kathleen made a little smirk, and then whipped the towel off of Krissy's
little body. At first, Krissy was too surprised to do anything, letting
Kathleen see her new doll in the buff. Then, when she realized that she
was naked, Krissy moved her arms to cover her breasts and vagina.

Kathleen got on her knees to try to reassure her little girl. "It's ok
honey. You're mine now, so it's ok for me to see you with your clothes
off." She put her big hands on Krissy's hips and felt how soft her flesh
was. They were now at eye level, but Krissy held her head down in shame.
"You don't have to be embarassed, Krissy. You'll get used to it."

Krissy wondered if it was true. She'd seen other minis go about naked,
accompanied by their masters or mistresses, and it didn't seem to bother
them that they were unclothed. The only time she had let others see her
naked was in the locker room in high school, or at the doctor's office.

Kathleen gently moved Krissy's arms away from her breasts and crotch.
Krissy did not resist; what was the point, she thought. Kathleen was bigger
and stronger than she was, and she would always get what she wanted anyway,
so why antagonize her?

A huge hand came out and covered one of Krissy's breasts. "You have such
cute little boobies, Krissy," she said as she gave it a squeeze. Krissy
instinctively backed away, but was stopped by another enormous hand that
clamped around the back of her neck.

"Let's get your hair done first, and then I'll get you dressed." Without
any warning, Kathleen stood up and put her hands under Krissy's arms.

Krissy did not resist being picked up. Kathleen's hands felt so rough
against the bare skin of her torso, it gave her an even bigger feeling of
inferiority. "Wow, Krissy. You're so light," Kathleen said as she lifted
Krissy up to her eye level.

She managed another shy smile. "Yeah," she said softly, "I weighed myself
before I took my shower, and I only weighed a little less than 12 pounds."

"Well, you'll be smaller in a few days from now, and even cuter." Kathleen
set her girl down on her bed and went over to her dresser to get a hair
brush. Krissy simply knelt and set her hands on her lap, still overwealmed
by her new environment.

It felt a little weird for Krissy to be here, completely nude in the bedroom
of a girl who she once babysat for. She felt more like a child and less
like an adult with each passing minute. Krissy sat still as Kathleen began
combing her long, dark-blonde hair, and listened to her hum a little song.

When Kathleen finished combing Krissy's hair, she tied it into a ponytail
with a little pink ribbon. She then held up the shirt in front of Krissy.
"Isn't this cute? I got it last week at the mall. It's small enough to fit
you."

"Yeah it is," Krissy replied softly. She reached up to take the shirt, when
Kathleen snatched it away from her.

"No, no, Krissy," Kathleen said to her, her tone condescending. "What's the
magic word?"

"Please?"

"That's right, honey." Instead of giving her the shirt, Kathleen fed it
over her head and put Krissy's arms through the sleeves. She then stood her
up and smoothed out the shirt on her body. It looked loose on Krissy's
frame, and it was too long, coming down to her mid-thigh. "Oh, you look
just adorable in that, Krissy."

Krissy just blushed at the attention she was getting. It was all so
overwealming to her. "Uh, is there a bra or something I can wear?"

"No, silly. Little girls like you don't need that stuff." Kathleen paused and
looked at her standing on her bed. "Y'know, now that you're so little, I'm
like your mommy now. Maybe you oughta start calling me that."

Krissy bit her lower lip and looked down at her feet. "Ok...Mommy." She
stepped forward and knelt on Kathleen's lap, wrapping her arms around the
big girl's neck. Huge hands came and stroked her back. "Oh, I love you,
Krissy," Kathleen whispered into Krissy's ear.

For Krissy's part, this was a fulfillment of sorts. Now she had someone big
and strong to care for her.

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"We should get us some breakfast," Kathleen announced. Krissy nodded and
stepped off the bed. She then put her little hand inside her "mother's" big
hand; it seemed to her to be the right thing to do.

Everything seemed so surreal as she walked alongside Kathleen. She had a
little difficulty going down the stairs and Kathleen walked a bit faster
than she was used to. Krissy thought that in a few days, she would be even
smaller, and then she would be carried everywhere.

In the kitchen, Krissy tried to manhandle a chair while Kathleen went to get
some cereal. When she came back, she brushed Krissy's hand from the back of
chair and with a simple gesture, pulled it away from the kitchen table. As
she climbed onto the chair, Krissy was impressed at how strong her new
guaridan was.

Kathleen placed a small bowl of corn flakes in front of Krissy. Next to it
was a little spoon, of the sort used to spoon-feed babies; it had pictures
of Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet on the handle. Krissy had some problems
eating: she could barely see above the countertop.

Kathleen noticed her "daughter's" distress and retrieved a phone book.
Without saying a word, she slid Krissy aside and then placed her on top of
the book. Now, Krissy had a more comfortable view.

Even though the spoon was small, it was still awkward for Krissy to handle,
since the handle was too thick for her little hands. As she ate, Kathleen
talked about whatever she wanted to talk about. Krissy didn't think it was
all that interesting, just stuff that eight year old girls like. She
felt it was rude to interrupt, so she just nodded and said "Uh-huh" at the
right places to sound like she was paying attention.

Kathleen's mom came down right after they were done. The woman was already
dressed, in a casual dress and heels. She took one look at Krissy and was
floored. "Oh, aren't you just the cutest!" she exclaimed. Krissy cringed a
little at the outburst.

The much larger woman bent down to get a closer look at the tiny girl
sitting on the phone book. "We're going to have to get you something better
to wear while you're this size, Krissy," she remarked as she tugged at the
oversized tshirt. "After we take Krissy to the doctor, Kathleen, maybe we
can stop by the mall."

"Okay!" Kathleen took the dishes away and rinsed them out in the sink.
Meanwhile, Krissy had to endure Mrs. Lewis' attentions. The look on the
woman's face was one of pure facination. Krissy felt a little nervous about
the attention she was receiving.

A huge hand brushed a lock of hair back. "You know, you're going to be even
cuter when we shrink you some more. Do you know that?" Krissy didn't say
anything, as she felt intimidated; she merely nodded. Mrs. Lewis stroked
her cheeck, which made Krissy give a shy smile. "Don't you worry, honey.
You're in good hands."

"I'm ready to go, mom," Kathleen announced. She helped Krissy off the chair
and took her hand. "C'mon sweetie," she said gently.

Decembers in Southern California were cool but not cold. Even so, Krissy's
flesh began to goosebump as they stepped outside. The shirt helped to
conceal her nakedness, but it didn't keep her too warm. The concrete
walkway under her bare feet felt very rough. Krissy had walked on this path
in her bare feet many times before, but now that they were smaller and more
delicate, it felt as though she were walking on sandpaper.

Mrs. Lewis unlocked the car, a late-model Volvo station wagon. Krissy was
far too small to open the front passenger door, which was where she ususally
sat. Instead, Kathleen led her to the rear door. The now giant girl helped
her inside the car and into a child safety seat already installed in the
back seat. She gave Krissy on the forehead and then joined her mother in
the front.

As they travelled to the clinic, Krissy half-listened to the conversation
between Kathleen and her mother. Now that she was in the back, and so low
she couldn't even see out the window, it was hard for her to take part. She
decided to use the time to collect her thoughts.

Before too long, the car was pulling into the clinic's parking lot.
Kathleen and her mother got out first. Mrs. Lewis unstrapped Krissy from
the car seat and hefted her into her arms. "Mommy, I wanna carry her!"
Kathleen whined.

"She's still a little too big for you to be carrying far. And I don't want
her to hurt her feet on the pavement here. Krissy looked down at the
ground. It was made of a roughly-surfaced concrete; she had to agree that
it would be painful to walk across it with her little bare feet.

The doctor they were going to see, Dr. Lester, was actually a pediatrician.
Many of them have branched out into the care of shrunken people, since much
of their hardware was scaled for children.

The three of them entered the waiting room. Mrs. Lewis went to talk to the
receptionist, while Kathleen sat down on the floor and looked through some
magazines. Krissy decided to go to the coffee table in the center of the
room to see what was there. Mostly it was "National Geographic" and
"Highlights for Children". She studued them, but with little interest.

Suddenly, Krissy felt her shirt being lifted up over her bottom. Before she
could react, something slipped in between her asscheeks and rammed against
her anus. She let out a loud yelp and turned her head to see who was doing
this to her.

Looking up, Krissy was horrified to see that it was a towheaded boy, maybe
no older than 2 1/2 or three years old. Even so, he towered over her and
had been able to overpower her. Fortunately, Kathleen had rushed over and
pushed the boy aside.

"Are you okay, honey?" she asked while clutching Krissy close to her.
Krissy let out a moan and tears started to form in her eyes. "It's okay,
sweetie," the giant girl said, stroking her back reassuringly.

Then Kathleen turned her attention to the toddler. "What's WRONG with you?"
The boy stared at her blankly, picking his nose. His mother sat placidly
nearby, leafing through a copy of "People", acting as if nothing had
happened. Kathleen simply shook her head and carried Krissy away.

Eventually, Krissy's name was called and she was ushered into an examination
room. She knew the drill, removing her shirt and folding it neatly on a
chair. Kathleen's mother lifted her up and set her down on the examination
table. By now, Krissy didn't feel that uncomfortable being naked in front
of Mrs. Lweis; after all, they were both female, she thought.

After a few minutes, the doctor showed up. Dr. Lester was a tall, redhaired
man in his late thirties. He went through the exam in a clinical manner,
checking Krissy's blood pressure and using a rectal thermometer, because
"with minis, they're so small that I can't get an accurate reading of their
core temperature with an oral thermometer."

Krissy was then set down on the scale and the doctor measured her height.
"Twenty-nine inches," he announced. "Looks like we overshot her shrinking
by a little bit." He made a note to adjust the dosage for the next pill
accordingly. "We're going to use the baby scale out in the hallway; it
gives a better measurement than this one."

Kathleen took Krissy's hand and tugged, bringing her out of her reverie.
When she realized that she was being led out into the hallway where anyone
could see her naked, she tried to resist. Her efforts were rewarded with a
little smack on her bottom. "C'mon, Krissy," Kathleen insisted.

With one hand being held way up high in Kathleen's hand, Krissy could use
her free hand to cover her breasts or her privates, but not both. Once
out in the hallway, she noticed that nobody was giving her any special
attention because she was nude. That was the way things stood with minis.
She wasn't sure if she should feel happy that no one was noticing her, or
humiliated that she wasn't worth the notice of the giants.

The doctor picked her up and set her on the baby scale. "Five point three
five kilograms," he announced. He set Krissy back on the floor, where she
clutched herself against Kathleen's leg. The doctor went away for a moment,
and as they waited, she saw that toddler who molested her earlier pass by.
Their eyes met for a moment, and Krissy shuddered a bit.

They met again in the doctor's private office. Kathleen had given Krissy
her shirt back and now she was sitting on the eight year old girl's lap.
The doctor and Kathleen's mother were talking.

"I'm going to put in the order for Krissy's next treatment; it should be
ready by tomorrow."

"All right. Doctor, Kathleen and I were wondering if perhaps we could have
Krissy shrink down some more, say down to 1/6th her original size?" Krissy
heard that and felt a cold sweat come over her. One-sixth? That would mean
her being about ten inches tall, smaller than Barbie! She wanted to object,
but Kathleen, sensing her "daughter"'s objection, quickly covered the girl's
mouth.

"It's a bit of a judgement call, Mrs. Lewis. You see, it's entirely possible
to shrink people down to that size, and it's done all the time. And it's not
a problem to restore them to their original height. No, the issue here is
psychological. Let me show you something."

Dr. Lester opened a door in the credenza behind him and took out a framed photo.
He set it down on his desk facing his guests. It showed a redheaded boy of
perhaps five or six years of age, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Standing on
his lap was an attractive black woman who looked to be in her mid to late twenties.
The woman wore her hair in short braids and had very dark skin. Large freckled
hands held her by her hips. Krissy guessed that she was probably 1/6th her original
size, but she may have been fairly tall before she shrank. And she was completely
nude.

"This is my son Brett and his pet Monique. She's 33 years old and 11 1/2 inches tall.
Monique has been with us for a little over a year, and she's quite happy with her
situation." Krissy looked at the photo more closely. Monique had a large grin on her
face and had one hand set on Brett's thumb, which was looked like it was positioned on
the back of her thigh. The woman seemed happy and her affection for the boy looked
genuine. Krissy's reverie was snapped when the doctor abruptly took the picture away.

"Monique will never be big again. Sure we can restore her back to being five feet
nine inches, but her mind has changed. As my son's pet, she is completely dependent
on him for everything, and I mean everything. At her size, it is impossible for her
to take care of herself. Her relationship with Brett is almost the same as that of
a dog to its master. Monique no longer has the skills or inclination to be an
independent person. If she were restored to her original size, she would not be able
to cope. You might say that it's kinder for her to keep her little and dependent."

"Now, if you want to do this with Krissy, you'll need to understand that the smaller
she becomes and the longer she stays that way, the harder it will be for her to adjust
back to normal life when she is restored. As a mini, Krissy is not able to make
decisions for herself; that's why you're her legal guardian. It's your decision to
make, but you need to know that you may be taking on a lifetime responsibility."

Mrs. Lewis thought for a moment. "What do you think, Kathleen?"

"Oh Mommy, I'd love to have Krissy as a Barbie doll!" She held the tiny woman closer
to her. "Wouldn't that be great?" she asked.

Krissy wasn't sure of what to say. Reluctantly, she nodded.

And that was that.

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Little Nanny Part I by TTS


Little Nanny

Part I



by TTS







Krissy held the little green pill in her left palm.

This was the last step before her transformation starts, and she was more than a little apprehensive.



She stood in the living room of her employers, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis.

They were seated on the sofa opposite her.

In the love seat, their seven year old son Paul sat, watching Krissy expectantly.

"You know Krissy, you can back out right now, if you want," Mr. Lewis said.

He held up the check. "You'll still get the five grand."



And if I take the pill, I'll get $100,000, she thought to herself.

It would go a long way towards her financial independence.

At 32, she knew she was too old for this, but the money was very tempting. Oh well, she thought.

She put the pill in her mouth and swallowed it with some water.



"We're glad you made the choice," Mrs. Lewis said, smiling broadly.

"I hopeyou'll enjoy your time with us, Krissy."



"So what happens now?" Krissy plopped plop down in the love seat next to Paul.



"As it was explained to you, the shrinking won't start right away," Mr. Lewis explained smoothly.

"In fact, it will happen slowly, overnight. You'll be about 1/2 of your original height by morning.

Then we'll give you another dose in a few days and shrink you down to about fifteen inches.

We just want to give you a chance to get used to being little, that's all."



Paul giggled. "I'll be bigger than you."



Krissy made a shy smile.

Paul was a very nice young boy, as she'd discovered while staying with the Lewis' for the past month.

She put her arm around Paul’s shoulder; the boy snuggled up to her.

It occurred to her that this would be the last time she would be able to do that.

By this time tomorrow, she would be the one snuggling up to Paul.



Paul’s mother broke the silence. "Well you two, it's getting awful close to bedtime."



"But mom," Paul whined, "I don't have school tomorrow! It's Chirstmas vacation!"



1. "Yes, but you and Krissy have a big day tomorrow, so hop to it."



Paul got up from the couch and sullenlystarted for his bedroom.

Krissy got up too, but not nearly so resentfully.

"G'night, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis," she said quietly.



"Good night, Krissy," Mrs. Lewis said.

"If you want, you can sleep in your room tonight, and then tomorrow night, you can start sleeping in Paul’s room."



"Thanks. Ok, good night." Krissy walked up the stairs, feeling a little tired.

Must be a side effect of the pill, she thought. She went into her room and closed the door.



"Whew!" she said. Krissy pulled the blinds closed and undressed, changing into a bathrobe.

The clock on the nightstand said 9:00 PM.

The robe didn't feel any different, maybe it takes a little longer for the pill to take effect.



Krissy opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway.

She could hear Paul’s parents talking and the TV going.

Walking down the hall, she came to his room.

She knocked on the door. "It's me," she said.



"Come in, Krissy." Krissy entered the room, to find Paul getting ready for bed.

"Can you read me something?" he asked.



"You're a big boy now," she teased, "you're too old to have me reading to you.

But maybe tomorrow night, you could read to me instead. But I will tuck you in."

Paul giggled as his nanny pulled the bedsheet up and covered him to his neck.

"Tomorrow night, you'll be doing this to me too, y'know?"



"Yeah. Krissy, are you scared?"



She pursed her lips. "Yeah, a little. It's something totally new for me, y'know?"



"Uh-huh. But I'm gonna take good care of you."



Krissy smiled a little. "I know you will. As for me, I'll try to be a good pet for you, starting tomorrow."



She left Paul’s bedroom and took a shower.

That was one more thing she would not be able to do on her own, come tomorrow.

Krissy didn't feel all that different as she towelled off and went back to her room.

She quickly put on her nightgown and hopped into bed. After a minute, she was sound asleep.



----



Kristine Jackson was never destined for great things.

She'd always kept her head down, squeaking by life.

She was a college graduate, but she'd never been able to find work that suited her.

At 32, she had no prospects for marriage, and was still a virgin.



It wasn't that she was bad looking.

Krissy was actually rather cute, but she had always been withdrawn, with few friends.

She was just barely five feet tall, with a very petite frame and long, curly dark blond hair.

her skin was very fair, but she always hated how her body looked.

To be sure, she was thin, with a small bust and a narrow waist, but she did have a nice figure, if she cared to think positively.



Krissy thought her head was a little too large for her body, a common fixation with short people.

her nose *was* a bit large on her face, and her smile seemed a little crooked, but it was all right.

Many people thought those features looked charming on her.



A few years ago, it became possible to shrink animals and people.

Soon enough, a fad developed where people were kept as exotic pets.

People would actually volunteer to be shrunk and kept as playthings or pets, which scandalized some,

but everyone else thought it was a neat idea.



Krissy’s first reaction was disgust when she heard about it.

Being raised as an Irish Catholic, it all seemed so sinful and wrong.

But when she started seeing tiny people out in public, accompanied by their guardians , she slowly became intrigued.

She wondered what it would be like to have this done on herself.



Then, a few months ago, she was leafing through an alternative newspaper and came across the classified ads.

Along with the come-ons for phone sex and massage therapists, there was a block of personal ads for situations wanted.

Most of them were creepy beyond belief, but then she came across this one:



***Family seeking to adopt a tiny person, 21+ female preferred.***

We are looking for a christmas present for our son,

and what would be better than a living, breathing toy girl?

We would prefer a young woman of good character, no smoking, drugs,

or alcohol, between the ages 21 and 35.

Excellent pay + benefits. All cadidates must submit to a background and credit check.

College graduate preferred, but not mandatory.

Please contact hiring_tiny@yahoo.com for more information.



Krissy was intrigued. As soon as she could, she got to a computer and banged out an email indicating her interest.

They repsonded right away, and things went from there. Krissy liked them and took a shine to Paul.



As soon as the background check was done, the Lewis' invited Krissy to move in.

Krissy immediately adjusted to life in their household, and got to know them better.

She signed some paperwork, giving Paul’s parents power of attorney and releasing them from any liability.

In return, she would receive $100,000 for her time. It seemed like a good deal to her, so she went ahead with it.





----



When Krissy woke up the next morning, she didn't feel very different.

She opened her eyes to see that the ceiling was now much higher.

The blanket felt heavier as she struggled to pull it off from over her body.

As she sat up, Krissy found that her nightgown had come away from her body, leaving her completely naked.

This was a shock to her: she had assumed that her clothing would shrink along with her.

Now the gown seemed absurdly large, more like a tent than an article of clothing.



Being naked made Krissy feel self-concious.

As soon as she noticed her state of undress, she covered her breasts and crotch with her hands.

There was nobody in the room and the door was closed, but that did little to clear up her shyness.



She looked around the room from her bed. Naked and tiny, Krissy felt vulnerable in these once-familiar surroundings.

The clothes in the closet were no longer really hers; they were made for a much larger woman.

It felt as though nothing in the room was hers anymore, it all looked like it belonged to some giant and she was part of the background.

There seemed to be a small, menacing undercurrent around all of this, which gave her the shivvers.



It was also a little cool in the room, and she did need to find something to wear.

Some effort was required to get down from the bed and onto the floor.

Again, she covered herself as best as she could.

Seeing herself in the full-length mirror, Krissy looked like a little waif rather than a grown woman.

The longer she stared at herself, the less convinced she was that she was an adult.



Finally, Krissy broke her attention away from the mirror and went over to the dresser.

She tried pulling on the handles to open the bottom drawer, but she was far too small and weak to do so.

The second drawer to the bottom posed the same problem; the other two were beyond her reach.



The clothes she had worn yesterday lay scattered on the floor.

Nothing there, her jeans, her blouse, even her underwear, could fit her.

Krissy wished that she had the foresight to leave something out to wear.



She walked over to the bedroom door.

The knob was just barely within reach, but to turn it required much more torque than she could supply.

Even if she could turn the knob, she wasn't sure if she had the strength to pull the door open.



Krissy flopped down on the floor, sick with frustration. This world was too big for her to deal with.

She knew that she would need Paul’s help in order to get by as a shrunken woman.



There was a knock at the door. "Krissy, is everything ok?"

It was Paul, his voice loud and low to Krissy’s smaller ears.

Krissy instinctively pulled her legs up against her chest to cover herself. "Can I come in?" he called.



"Y-yes," she said nervously. Krissy wasn't sure of what to expect. The door opened.

Krissy looked up, way up, to see Paul at the doorway. She was shocked at how large this boy was now.

Last night, he came up to her shoulder and she was able to rest her chin on top of his head.

Now, this seven-year-old boy seemed to be a giant, about eight feet tall!



"Oh!" Paul exclaimed at the sight of the now shrunken woman.

He covered his mouth to suppress a giggle. Little Krissy was completely naked, hiding her face between her knees.

"Oh my God," he exclaimed, "you're so CUTE!" He knelt down in front of Krissy to get a better look.

Krissy whimpered as he put his hand on her shoulder.

Paul marveled at how soft and smooth Krissy’s skin felt.

"It's okay, girl," Paul whispered softly, "you don't need to worry. I'm gonna take good care of you."



In Paul’s eyes, Krissy was the perfect little pet. It made no difference to him that the tiny woman was nearly his mother's age.

Krissy was so tiny and vulnerable, and so much in need of a master to take care of her.

Paul seized Krissy’s little hands and unwrapped her arms from around her legs.

Krissy tried to resist, but she was laughably weak compared to Paul.

The little hands and feet fascinated him, they were so delicate and soft.



Paul put his hands under Krissy’s arms and lifted her to her feet.

It hardly took any effort on his part to do this, since Krissy weighed so little.

The girl tried to cover herself, but Paul easily prevented her from doing so.

Even while kneeling, Pauk could still look down on an standing Krissy.

Again, Paul marvelled at how perfect little Krissy looked.

Her chest was made up of two beautifully formed cone-shaped breasts, with tiny little nipples at their tips.

Krissy was always a petite woman, and her titties would probably have been an A-cup were she full-sized.



He noticed that Krissy’s skin was completely hairless and smooth. This was true of her pubic area as well.

Paul slid one hand down Krissy’s side, and over her hip, feeling just how soft her flesh was.

The girl’s knees went wobbly, so Paul moved his hand behind to steady her.



The feel of Krissy’s right buttock was nothing short of exquisite.

Krissy had very little muscle tone on her petite body, and so wrapping his hand over Krissy’s cheek was like grasping a soft but slightly firm pillow.

As he did this, Krissy could do little more than let out small, whimpering cries.



Paul hadn't said a word as he explored Krissy’s body. He was completely fascinated by the power he now held over this tiny woman.

Krissy was in her early thirties and Paul was only seven, but the age difference didn't matter:

Krissy was now his little toy, to play with as he wished, and there wasn't anything she could do about it.

In a short time, Krissy would be made even smaller and more helpless and dependent on the kindness of giants.



Finally, Paul put his finger under Krissy’s chin and lifted her head.

Her wide brown eyes were filled with tears and her lips quivered. Krissy was filled with fear and humiliation.

Paul simply ran his hand over Krissy’s hair to straighten it out.

"You don't have to worry, Krissy. Master's gonna take good care of you." Paul giggled at the thought of being Krissy’s master.

The girl was so helpless and Paul liked the idea of a grown woman dependent on him.



Paul stood up. Now he completely dwarfed little Krissy, who stood only waist high to him.

Krissy didn't move, she simply stood there, looking up at Paul with a blank, slack jawed expression.

"C'mon, girl," he said brightly, "let's get some breakfast!" He held his hand out towards Krissy.

Dully, she put her own tiny hand in his. The huge fingers wrapped around her hand, engulfing it.

With almost no effort, Paul pulled Krissy towards him and led her out into the hall.

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Little Nanny

Part II


by TTS





Krissy was in a daze. as she was led down the hallway. Everything looked so unreal;

it was hard to believe that the giant that held her hand was actually a seven year old boy and that she was now his pet.

In the month leading up to this day, Krissy had joked about becoming Paul’s toy,

but now it didn't seem nearly so funny. It was actually very scary.



It was hard for her to keep up.

Krissy only had one hand free to cover herself, and she was left with a dilemma : should she cover her breasts or her crotch?

Before she could reach any kind of decision, they had reached the foot of the stairs. She decided to be a little bold and stand her ground.



Paul decended a couple of steps, so now he was close to eye-level with her.

She still had to look up, but not as much. "Paul," she said timidly.

He turned his head to look at her. "Paul, could I have something to wear?"



He smiled. "Krissy, y'know you're supposed to call me master now." He took her other hand now, preventing her from covering herself.



"I-I'm sorry, ... master." A tear came down her cheek. Krissy felt humiliated being so small and helpless. "C-could I please have some clothes, master?"



"Nah," he said casually, "I like you better this way." She could feel his eyes looking her naked body over.

Krissy cast her own eyes down, unable to meet her new master's gaze.

Suddenly, her hands were released. She looked down at her palms, now freed, and wasn't sure of what to do.

Every instinct in her told her to cover herself up, but she knew that Paul might be displeased if she did so.



After a moment's thought, Krissy forced her hands to rest on the sides of her hips.

She looked up hopefully. Paul smiled down at her and laid his huge hand on her shoulder.

It felt so heavy and solid on her bare skin. "That's a *good* girl, Krissy," he said in an approving tone.

Krissy made a small, shy smile. It felt good to be praised.



With such short legs, it was very hard for Krissy to climb down the stairs.

Her steps were tentative and lacked confidence. She took them one at a time, first lowering one foot, then the other.

Krissy marvelled at how little her feet were now. They were at most three and a half inches long, and barely made an imprint on the carpet.

Paul was waiting at the landing. The way he was looking at her, Krissy could tell that he thought that what she was doing was cute.

His eyes were not looking at her in a salacious way; he seemed more curious than anything else.



Krissy would never have agreed to be a mini for a teenager or even a boy as young as ten, but Paul was too young to think of her in that way.



When she made it to the landing, Krissy stood there, not sure of what to do next.

She could hear Paul’s parents talking in the kitchen.

It was taking all of her willpower to keep from freaking out in Paul’s presence;

she wasn't sure how she would be able to handle being a mini in front of his parents.



"C'mon, Krissy," her new master urged, "let's go downstairs."

Nervously, Krissy walked over to Paul. He placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her up to his eye level.

Krissy never weighed very much, less than a hundred pounds when she was full-size.

Now, she was light enough that her seven-year-old owner could easily pick her up.

When she turned her head up, she saw him wearing a huge grin on his face.

Krissy was embarassed, but she did not try to put up any kind of a struggle.

It felt so strange to be held like this, she thought.



Paul’s arms brought her closer to his chest: her bare bottom rested on one hand, supporting her weight.

Another hand secured her by the back of her neck. Krissy set her chin on Paul’s shoulder.

The last time anyone had held her like this was when she was three years old.



Krissy twisted her head to see where she was being carried. "Hi Mom! Hi Dad!"

Paul said to his parents, who were seated at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

Krissy’s cheeks turned bright red as their eyes turned to see her and her naked bottom, cupped in

their son's hand.

She was lowered to the ground. The frightened girl quickly scampered behind her master's leg to hide from the two adults.



"Good morning, Paul," his mother said. her voice sounded very low to Krissy’s ears.

"Your little pet seems very shy," she observed. Krissy peeked from behind Paul’s hip to see Mrs. Lewis.





Her name was Janice, but she knew better than to call her that now.

Krissy felt kind of intimidated by her, even when she was big.

Janice Lewis was a tall woman, about 5'10", with shoulder-length dark brown hair.



A year younger than Krissy, Janice was everything that she was not:successful and self-confident, tall and well-proportioned, decisive and very personable.



As it turned out, they had attended the same university.

Janice graduated a year earlier than Krissy did, since it took her six years to complete her studies.

They had moved in different circles while in college, and had not known each other.



Paul stepped aside, exposing her to his parents. A firm hand placed on her back kept her from shying away.

"Keep still, girl," he said gently. She looked up at the giant people and held her hand over her mouth.



"Send her over here, Paul," Janice ordered. A pat on her bottom sent her towards the giant woman.

Janice patted her on the head and set her palm under her chin. "She's such a cute little thing, isn't she Harry?"



Paul’s father looked up from his newspaper. "Hm? Oh yeah, she's very pretty."

It was clear to Krissy that she wasn't even worthy of his notice. She was not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The giant man then got up from the table and picked up a small paper bag from the kitchen counter.

"Paul, your mother and I got this for you to put on Krissy." He handed the bag to his son.



The boy grinned when he looked inside. "Oh cool! Thanks Mom, thanks Dad.

He put his hand in the bag and withdrew its contents. "Look Krissy!"

She looked up at her master, and saw that he was holding a small pink leather collar and a leash.

"Now I can take you outside!"



"No, no," Krissy moaned. The tiny woman backed away as the boy approached her, collar in his hands.

"Please, master, please don't make me wear that." She backed right into Janice’s shins.

her torso was seized by giant hands, their fingertips painted bright red.

The next thing she knew, she was seated on the giant woman's lap.



"Now be a good girl, Krissy," Janice admonished her. Krissy whimpered as Paul’s

huge hands came over her neck and fastened the collar.

"There, now you look even cuter." A big finger tapped the little brass tag dangling under her chin.

"See, it has your name on it," Janice said in a sweet, sing-song voice.



"Mom, can I take Krissy outside?" Paul asked.



"Not until you've had some breakfast," his mother answered.

"There's some toast on the table, and you can have some orange juice from the fridge."



Krissy watched from Janice’s lap as the giant boy assembled his breakfast.

It felt uncomfortable being there, with a giant hand holding her by her torso to prevent her from falling off.

If she were to be held by anyone, she preferred it to be Paul.

At least with him, she knew that there were no ulterior motives.



When he finished getting his food, Paul sat at the table.



"Come here, Krissy. There's food for you." She tried to slide off from Janice’s leg, but the hand kept her bound.

Krissy looked up plaintively. Janice simply smiled and then released her.

Krissy’s feet hit the tiled floor and she felt a little bit better now that she was standing on her own.

She walked to the chair next to Paul’s and tried to climb it.



"No no no, Krissy," Paul said as he put his hand on her shoulder, forcing her back to the floor.

"You're not allowed to sit there. Stand over here an' I'll feed you, ok?" His finger pointed to a spot next to his chair.

Krissy had no choice but to comply.



Paul broke off small pieces of his toast and passed them over to Krissy.

He held them in front of her mouth, expecting her to eat out of his hand. She was hungry, so she played along with his game.

A couple of times, he brought his glass of orange juice to her lips, and she sipped from it.

If it were just her and Paul, it would not have been so bad, but his parents were watching her every move.



"Y'know Krissy, if you were smaller,

you'd be able to sit on my lap when I'm eatin' breakfast."

His hand patted and stroked her bare back as he said this.



"Yes, master," was all she could reply. Krissy still felt overwhelmed by all of this.

As his new pet, she should have known that she would not be allowed to sit at the table, as she did when she was big.

The funny thing was, she was feeling a little less self-conscious about being naked.

Maybe it had something to do with being treated as a pet, she wondered.



Paul finished his meal and took his plate and glass to the sink.

Krissy wasn't sure of what she should do.

After a moment's thought, she decided that he place was at her master's side.



"Mom, can I take Krissy out now?"



"Alright, but only in the backyard. Remember that she has a doctor's appointment."



"Ok mom." Paul found the leash and clipped it to Krissy’s collar. "C'mon girl, let's go out in the backyard."



Krissy walked ahead of her master into the living room and to the screen door.

It was a very odd sensation to be led around on a leash. She'd tried it out a couple of time when she was big.



One of Krissy’s girl friends was over six feet tall; a month ago, she asked her if she would be willing to try out an experiment. They stayed inside of Jill's apartment the while time, while she undressed and tried on a collar and leash.

The game gave her a bit of a thrill, she had to admit, as Jill made her crawl on all fours and beg for treats.



The thing was, with Jill she could stop at any time.

Now, it was not a game, Paul really was her master, and she could not declare the game to be over.

Strangely though, Krissy did feel a bit of a sexual thrill as she was led outside.



The Lewis' had a fairly extensive, a small swimming pool, some shade trees in the rear, and a barbeque grill.

Fortunately for Krissy, the yard was fenced to prevent any neighbors from peeking in.

There was a very real possibility of being kidnapped, or mini-napped as it were.

The fact that she was white, blonde, and naturally petite meant that she would probably fetch a high price were she sold off in an auction in the Far East.



Krissy was led to a clump of bushes next to the back fence.

Paul bent down to bring his face closer to her level. "Krissy, do you have to go potty?"



She did have to go, but not like this. "Uh, couldn't I just use the bathroom?"



Paul smiled broadly and patted her head. "No girl, you hafta do it here.



"Here." With his strong hands, Paul pressed on her shoulders, forcing her down to a squatting position.

He then spread her knees apart, exposing her vagina.

Krissy’s legs felt wobbly. She fell forward a little, resting on her hands to support her upper body.

"There you go, girl. Now go 'head and do it."



This was so embarassing, Krissy thought.

She knew this was going to happen, she even had fantasies about it, but the reality of it was so much more intense.

She let out a stream of piss. To her ears, it was loud, splattering on the soil beneath her.

A giant hand pressed down on her back, rubbing it up and down. "Good girl, good girl," her master murmurred.



"Paul! It's time to go!" his mother called from the back door.



"Okay, mom," he called back. "I just gotta get Krissy cleaned up. C'mon girl,"he said, yanking the leash.

Krissy got up and followed her master to the side of the house. She had no idea of what he had planned for her.



She stood very still as he fiddled with the hose. Then, he filled a small bucket with water.

"Here ya go, girl," he said as he walked back towards her.

Then, to her great surprise, he dumped the water over her head. "Okay, now you're clean. There's towels in the kitchen."



Krissy didn't know what to say. So, she meekly followed him into the house.

[mear]

Paul’s Little Nanny

Part III



by TTS





Paul’s mother was a little put out when She saw Krissy walking inside, all soaking wet.

"What did you do to her, Paul?"



"I gave her a bath," he said simply. "Can I get a towel to dry her off?"



"Sweetie, you can't do that to a mini. See how she's shivvering? Krissy must be freezing."

She bent down and held her arms out. Instinctively, the tiny woman ran into her embrace.

"It's okay, honey," She whispered. To Paul, her words were a little bit harsher.

"That wasn't a very nice thing to do to her, Paul. Krissy’s so little and weak, She can't defend herself."



"I'm sorry, mom."



"It's all right. Just go get me the dish towel hanging on the fridge."

He left and quickly returned with the towel. "Now watch what I'm doing, sweetie."

She dried the tiny girl off, paying particular attention to her crotch.

"Minis need to be kept extremely clean, because they don't have as much resistence to disease as we do. Did you watch the DVD about minis?"



"Yes, mom. here, lemme get her leash."



She handed it to him. "Okay, but be sure to be careful with her.



She's very delicate, even at half-size. Now, we're runnning late, so let's get going now."



The trip to the doctor's office went uneventfully.

Paul sat next to Janice in the front, while Krissy was made to sit in the back.

She was too small to use the seat belts and since She was now a pet, there was no child seat for her to sit in.

Janice had briefly considered getting a pet carrier for little Krissy, but She was only going to be half-size for a week or so.

And so, She rested, curled up on her side, on the seat behind Paul’s.



It took them about fifteen minutes to get to the doctor's office.

It was in a medical office park, one of a dozen offices set in an attractively landscaped garden.

The ground was smooth and free of pebbles and gravel, allowing Krissy to walk barefoot across its surface.

Dr. Oswald Lester's practice had been in pediatrics for a long time, but lately he had branched out into caring for the needs of minis.



The waiting room was bright and colorful, just what anyone would expect for a pediatrician's office.

There were only two other people there: a young woman and her son, a toddler with very light blond hair.

Janice went up to the deskto sign in and fill out some paperwork.

Paul was distracted by something on the television in the corner



Suddenly, She heard a tiny little shriek.
Janice turned her head to see what was the matter.

The toddler towered over Krissy, one hand on her right arm, the other fondling one of her breasts.

Paul turned too, and pulled his pet away from the "giant" boy.



"I'm sorry," the toddler's mother said to Paul, "I hope Billy didn't hurt her."



"Nah, it's okay," he said.



"Paul," Janice said to her son, "you need to keep a better eye on your little pet.

Or else maybe your father and I may decide not to shrink her any more."



"No, please mom," the boy begged. "I'm takin' good care of her." Paul now shortened the leash, forcing Krissy to stand next to his thigh.



"Billy is at that age that he's curious," his mother said by way of explanation.

"I don't think he's seen a mini up close before."



"Oh, it's quite alright. Krissy’s a new mini that we got for Paul for Christmas. She's a very sweet girl."



"Uh huh. Such a pretty little thing." The mother turned her gaze to Paul.

"Sweetie, would it be okay if Billy could play with your mini for a minute?"



"Sure, but he needs to be careful," he said brightly. Krissy whimpered as the

young boy patted her on the head and then began touching her breasts again.



"I always thought it was important for minis to know their place," Billy's mother remarked.

"How old is she, anyway?"



"Krissy’s 32," Janice replied. "And I have to agree with you on that. Minis

really are wonderful pets one you've broken them in, and we thought it would be

a good experience for Paul to have one."



"Well, when Billy is old enough, maybe five or six, we'll get him one of those girls from Thailand or Laos.

I hear that they're very easy to train and they're good with kids."

She looked down to see that Billy had inserted a finger into Krissy’s privates.

The little mini squirmed but was held still by her master's hands on her shoulders.

"Now Billy, you're going to have to wash your hands after this."



The receptionist at the desk cleared her throat. "Mrs. Yates? Dr. Lester can see Billy now."



Billy and his mother went inside.

Janice picked up a month-old copy of Newsweek and started leafing through it.

She noticed Krissy kneeling on the floor next to Paul’s feet.

The leash was held firmly in his right hand, while the left held an old copy of Highlights for Children.

A few tears streamed down her cheeks, but Janice didn't pay them much mind.

Krissy needed to learn her place in life now that She was a mini, and part of it was understanding that She was beneath even a young toddler like Billy.



Eventually, the receptionist called them to come inside.

She led them down the hallway to the examination room.

Paul picked Krissy up and set her on the tsble.

He then removed the collar and leash.



Dr. Lester came in a few minutes later.

He was a tall African-American man with a neatly trimmed beard and closely cropped afro.



He wore a white lab coat with his name embroidered over the chest pocket.

"Well, hello!" he said in a cheerful, booming voice.

"Mrs. Lewis, it's so good to see you again.

And Paul, you look like you're growing up to be a fine young man."

He shook the boy's hand firmly, and then focused his attention on the mini sitting on the examination table.



"So, let's have a look at the little lady." He made her lie down on her back.

"Come here, Paul. I want you to watch what I'm doing to her."

The doctor used a set of scaled-down medical instruments to check her blood pressure, eyes, ears and throat. Then he flipped her over onto her stomach.



"Now, we're going to have to take her temperature. Would you like to do it?"

Paul nodded. "We're going to take it rectally, or as you might put it, "in her butt".

We can get a better idea of her body temperature this way, instead of putting the thermometer in her mouth."

He took a small thermometer from the tray and applied some lubricant to the tip.

"Now, you have to remember that if you want to insert something into her body, you need to be extremely careful. There are so many ways you can hurt her without even meaning to. Here." He handed Paul the thermometer.



"Alright, now you're ready. First you need to spread her legs and her cheeks.

Don't worry, She won't resist. She's scared of you, so she'll do what you want."

Paul easily moved her legs apart and then separated her buttocks.

"Very good, Paul. Now, do you see that star-shaped area there?"



"Uh huh."



"That's her anus. The thermometer is lubricated, so it should go in very easily. Just very gently push it in."

Paul grimaced, but he managed to get it in just as Dr. Lester said it would. .

"Excellent, young man. Now let's leave it in there for a moment."



A minute later, Dr. Lester removed the instrument from Krissy’s bottom.

"Well, that looks fine," he said as he wrote her temperature into her chart.

"Let's get her weighed and measured now. Here we go."

Dr. Lester picked her up and set her down on the doctor's scale.

First, he checked her height. "29 and a quarter inches," he announced.

"Looks like we overshot it a little bit."



By tapping the small weights at the top of the scale, he was able to weigh her.

"And just a hair under twelve pounds. Good."

He closed the folder. "Now if you will excuse me, I need to check up on something. I'll see you in my office."



They waited in Dr. Lester's office.

Janice found a seat in front of the desk while Paul studied the sports memorabilia in the display case.

After college and before he went to medical school, Oswald Lester played for three seasons for the San Diego Chargers.

He was a star running back who had injured his knee during a playoff game with the Denver Broncos.

When he realized that he wasn't going to be able to play anymore, he decided to start a second career.

That was about a dozen years ago.



Dr. Lester came in and plopped down in his desk chair.

"All right, I'm going to fill out the prescription for Krissy’s mini pill, and I'll adjust the dosage to bring her down to 15 inches."

He looked up and smiled. "Any questions?"



"Yes," Janice said. "My husband and I were thinking about making Krissy smaller than that, one-sixth scale or maybe one-seventh."



"Hm, I see." Dr. Lester leaned back and thought for a minute.

"I generally don't like making minis so small. At nine or ten inches tall, they get to be overly dependent on their owners, even more than a half-sized mini would, and it's very difficult to bring them back to normal."



"But there are plenty of minis who get restored. They do it all the time, don't they?"



"Yes they do, but being so small, and so dependent creates a lot of psychological problems for a mini.

Physically, it's not too much of a problem, but the mind changes, and the former minis have a great deal of difficulty readjusting to normal life.

They have to spend a lot of time in therapy, and often, it doesn't really work well.


That's why a lot of minis who are one-fourth scale or smaller are given the MinFix, to make it permanent."



"Well, I-"



"Let me show you something." Dr. Lester opened a drawer and took out a memory card.

He inserted it into the LCD frame on his desk. By now, Paul had turned away from the display case and looked at the image with interest.

The first image showed a woman with long blond hair.

She was well-built and in her late 30s or early 40s, with a light tan, womanly curves and large, round breasts.

The woman stood nude on a tabletop with a large grin on her face, her legs spread apart and her hands on her hips.

Beside her feet were two enormous hands laying flat on the table.

The hands belonged to a young African-American boy seated behind and above her.



"Her name is Sherry. She is 40 years old and is five and a half inches tall.

She belongs to my son Jordan, who is nine years old.

Even though there's a thirty year age difference between them, as well as an obvious racial difference, she's very happy as his little pet, and loves her master very much."



"She's very pretty but isn't She a little old to be a mini?"



"Yes, She is. There's a bit of a story to her. A little more than 18 months ago,



Sherry and her husband divorced; we don't need to get into the causes, let's just say that there were irreconcilable differences.

They did not have any children and they agreed to sell the house, so the divorce went pretty easily.



"It was hard for Sherry, they'd been married for over twelve years and so She was used to being a someone's wife.

She'd rented an place in a large apartment complex, but She was lonely.

Sherry had tried dating, but She wasn't satisfied with the men She was meeting.

her job as an office manager at an insurance company was unfulfilling.



"She had some vacation time coming up, but She did not have a car or the money to go anywhere.

Like a lot of people, She was curious about the mini pill, so She decided to try it out for a week, becoming half-size.



"Sherry made a number of mistakes when She shrank.

The first one was that she did it outside the supervision of a doctor.

The mini pill She used was a cheap knockoff made in Mexico that She ordered over the Internet.

Next, She shrank on her own, without anyone who could look after her.

And She assumed that the clothes that She was wearing would shrink with her; they didn't, of course, so She was left with nothing to wear.



"At this point, Sherry decided that She could deal with it all, and would be able to take the antidote when the week was up. There was enough food in her pantry, so She knew She would not starve.

But She wanted to go outside and explore the world as a mini.



"Sherry did not understand at the time that it was extremely dangerous for a mini,

even a half-sized mini, to go outside unaccompanied by a guardian.

It's perfectly fine for minis to be nude out in public, but unfortunately for her, She did not understand the dangers. She decided that She wanted to go out to the pool and maybe take a dip and get some sun.



"And so, She left her apartment with just a towel slung over her shoulder.

She thought that She was safe, and made it to the pool without any incident, since it was midday and most of the residents were at work.

She had already applied some strong sunscreen back at her apartment,

so She simply spread her towel out and laid down on her stomach.

She didn't think anything was going to happen to her, so She fell asleep.



"I guess that deep down inside, She wanted one of her good-looking male neighbors to claim her.

Instead what happened was that a couple of boys who attended the local junior high noticed her.

They were cutting through the apartment complex on their way home from school.

She was no match for them, of course.

Sherry was just 33 inches tall, and each of the twelve year olds was many times larger than her.



"They took her to one of the boys' homes, where they had their way with her.

What they did isn't considered rape in the eyes of the law.

Sherry was an unregistered mini, so either one of the boys was within his rights to claim her as his property. She couldn't do much to resist them, all She could do was give up herself for their enjoyment and hope they wouldn't hurt her.

They didn't actually harm her, but they did use her.



"Anyway, after about a couple of days of this, the boy's mother discovered Sherry while She was cleaning his room. The mom wasn't too happy about her son keeping Sherry as his sexual plaything, and so

She put her up for adoption.

Because She used a cheap knock-off mini pill, the antidote would not work, and She was stuck being a mini."



"Couldn't She escape?" Paul asked.



"Sure, She could have," Dr. Lester answered. "But where would She go?

Anyway.the adoption agency She was turned over to was a sort of pound for unwanted minis,

whose owners got bored with them, usually.



Jordan wanted a mini for his birthday, and we went there because I'm on the board and I consult there. The thing was, Sherry was considered unadoptable, mostly because She was older.

Many people prefer having younger minis, in their late teens or early twenties.

If they could not adopt her out, they would have to send her to live in a mini colony.



"Well, Jordan saw her and felt sorry for her.

Sherry is a very sweet girl and he took a real shine to her.

After he adopted her, my wife and I thought it would be best if She were reduced some more and given the MinFix.

So now, she's one-twelfth her original height.

He's extremely fond of her, he'll take her to school with him, with her riding in his pocket."



Dr. Lester pressed a button on the side of the frame, to advance to the next image.

This one was a film clip of Sherry on her elbows and knees with her bottom wiggling in the air.

A giant dark finger stroked her back and gently pinched her buttocks, making the tiny girl squeal with delight.



He pressed the button again.

The frame now showed a still image of Sherry on her hands and knees with her back to the camera.

her knees were spread apart, making her privates fully visible.

Before her was Jordan's enormous face, his eyes looking down at his little pet.

"She worships my son. Not in the way that someone will say that they worship some singer or athlete.

No, She considers him to be a god that She freely worships.



This wasn't the result of any subliminal messages, we never tried them on her."



"Worships her?" Janice thought for a moment. "So would that mean that Krissy would feel the same way towards Paul?"



"It's likely. Minis who are as small as Sherry often form deep attachments to their owners.

I think for Shelly, worshipping Jordan is her way to rationalize being the plaything of a nine year old black child.

She will never be able to return to her former life, and so this is how She deals with her new one.

At ten inches tall, Krissy will probably have the same reaction.

Look at how she's already getting along with him, and she's still half-size."



All this time, Krissy was standing at her master's side, unsure of what She was to do.

Janice looked down at her and laid her hand on her back.

The tiny woman turned, her expression confused.

"Krissy sweetie, you're going to be with Paul for a very long time. Isn't that nice?" All She could do was nod slowly.



"Krissy will be able to take her next mini pill in a week or so," Dr. Lester said.

"The pill will be have the MinFix included, and you can come by to pick it up tomorrow."



Janice and Paul got up and each shook Dr. Lester's hand.

Paul gave the leash a little jerk to signal Krissy that it was time to go.

"Where are we goin' now Mom?" he asked.



Janice looked at her watch. "It's 11:30 now. Why don't we go to the mall and have some lunch?"



End of part III

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