The Baker's Dozen by 4th Horseman

Giant me

(This is one of my old story faves)

“You have done it, haven’t you?” whispered the slightly overweight man in the white lab coat. “You have cracked the code.”
 
“Not so loud Luke,” returned the younger man dressed in a t-shirt and cut offs. “The funding, remember the funding,” returned
 
“Ah yes my boy, quite right.”
 
For the last three years, Alan Coopersmith 32 and Lucas Atherton 45 had been working non-stop on a device that could ensure the continuation of the human race on planet Earth.
 
“. . . and this device of your, Mr. Coopersmith.”
 
“That’s Dr. Coopersmith, Captain. I didn’t spend all that time at M.I.T. cleaning toilets.”
 
“What the general meant to say was, can this device deflect a celestial body large enough to become a threat to humanity?” said the major, in an attempt to avert yet another heated exchange between the two colossal egos.
 
For a split second, the two men glared at each other, trying to detect the slightest weakness in his opponent, then without satisfaction, Alan smiled and calmly replied.
 
“No.”
 
“What do you mean no?” yelled the general.
 
“What I mean to say is, our device does not deflect heavenly bodies, it reduces their mass to such a point where they simply burn up in our atmosphere. Simple.”
 
“In English gentlemen,” said General Dawson.
 
“Not to put too fine of a point on it,” said Lucas with a broad smile. “It shrinks things.”
 
“You don’t believe us, do you?” said Alan.
 
“Lets just say that this. . . whatever it is looks more like a high school science fair run amok, than a hi-tech defense weapons platform.”
 
“I can assure you general that this device will be fully operational within three weeks, as agreed.”
 
“Therin lies the problem Dr. Atherton. Our timetable has been altered to accomodate the next shuttle mission.”
 
“What do you mean by altered?”
 
“Due to an oversight on behalf of those eggheads at NASA, the debris which we have chosen for you to zap will be entering the atmosphere sooner than expected. Your test will have to be by the end of the week.”
 
“That’s completely out of the question!” shouted Alan. “What about choosing another target?”
 
“Impossible. All of the other debris in orbit is far too small to detect from our ground stations. No, the test must be completed by Saturday afternoon, no later that 4 p.M.”
 
“We will wait until another target is available,” suggested Lucas.
 
“Sorry gentlemen, if your device does not perform as promised by Saturday, I will personally pull the plug on this program.” (say that ten times fast)
 
As the general and his aid left the room, not a word was spoken.
 
“Well, that could have gone smoother.”
 
“Luke, now is most definitely not the time,” Alan said as he stepped up to the wastbasket and prepared to send it across the floor.
 
“No, not that one!” shouted Lucas as he snatched the small wire mesh vessel from certain doom. “Try the old one in the corner.”
 
“Is that . . .?”
 
“Yes my boy it is. If you want another broken foot, go on if it makes you feel any better.”
 
“For god sakes Luke, a week?”
 
“You have already broken the code. All that we have to do is stabilize the beam and program the guidence computer.”
 
“What about the satellite? You wouldn’t just happen to have one of those tucked away in your lab coat would you?”
 
“As a matter of fact, no. However we will have access to one for twenty-six minutes, all that I have to do is choose the day.”
 
“But twenty-six minutes, it takes me longer than that to decide what cereal to eat for breakfast.”
 
“I am sorry Alan, but that is the best that I can do.”
 
Neither scientist had left the lab in over two days except for the occasional call of nature, and their lack of cleanliness showed.
 
“It looks like a train wreck in here, what time does Melissa come in?”
 
“She should be here around ten.”
 
“You know I wish that we could give her something more stimulating that cleaning up after us.”
 
“I agree Alan, it is a terrible wast of such a bright mind, but your friends at the Department of Defense are very clear on this.”
 
“I know, but she has been with us since the very beginning, at least she deserves to know what we’re doing.”
 
“Very well my boy, but I suggest that we tell her after the device is operational.”
 
“You don’t trust her?”
 
“Sometimes I do not trust myself. You must agree that in the wrong hands our little toy could make a very formidable weapon.”
 
“Of course, but I think that she already suspects.”
 
“I just noticed something,” Alan said as he pressed his index finger against his right nostril in a vain attempt to quench the burning, but it was too late.
 
“What is it?”
 
“Whew! We stink.”
 
Sniffing the air, the pudgy scientist could find no evidence of an offending odor.
 
“Trust me Luke, we stink. Why don’t we take a break?”
 
“I must admit that I would enjoy a few hours of sleep.”
 
“And a bath!” shouted Alan, already halfway down the hall.
 
“Alright, and a bath. I will see you back here in the morning.”
 
“Fine!” shouted Alan, already at his car.

As he watched Alan drive away, Lucas returned to the lab and logged onto the net. He typed in the address and was quickly directed to the private chat room of his employer, Nikolei Loskolev.
 
 Mate:“Is the device in working order?”
 
Checkmate:“not yet, but we have scheduled a full power test at the end of the week. All will be as promised.”
 
Mate:"Although your device appears to have potential, I will require tangible proof before any further payments can be made. Do you understand?
 
Checkmate:“Of course.”
 
Mate:“As discussed, the apparent failure of the device must convince your government to abandon this field of research.”
 
Checkmate:“That should not be difficult, the commanding general in charge of the project compared the device to a failed high school science fair run amok. A bit of creative programming in the guidence computer should cancel this project once and for all.”
 
Mate:“Good.”
 
Checkmate:“The proof that you require. . . it may be difficult to obtain. Do you have any suggestions?”
 
Mate:“Is there not a college campus near your location?”
 
Checkmate:“We agreed upon an animal, not people. Please ask me anything but that.”
 
Mate:“But that good Doctor is what I want. Make certain that they number three and ten. Thirteen is my lucky number you know.”
 
Checkmate:“One or two could be explained as dropouts, but thirteen? I can’t, I simply can’t.”
 
Mate:“You will Doctor, or the casino people who you robbed will suddenly know your identity and location. They do not take, what is the term . . . Electronic Funds Embezzlement lightly. I understand that some of them have mafia connections, and well . . . I do not believe that I need to say more?”
 
Mate:“Doctor, are you still there? Doctor . . . doctor?”
 
Checkmate:“I will find a way, you have my word of honor.”
 
Mate:“That is good enough for me.”
 
Checkmate:“Besides, if I choose run, how far could I really get?”
 
Mate:“I was wondering when you might come to realize exactly how vast my organization actually is. It would appear that we have come to an understanding after all. I have a very detail dossier on you doctor, and your sense of honor, although antiquated as it is, is well doccumented. Contact me when you have the schematics for the working prototype . . . and my thirteen test subjects. They will make interesting pets, don’t you think?”
 
As the Lucas switched off the monitor, he sniffed the air. “Damn, he’s right, I do stink.”

Stepping out of the shower, Alan toweled himself dry and reached for his favorite set of t-shirt and jeans, the only clean pair in the entire apartment. Pausing to address the rumbling in his stomach, he noticed the flashing light on his answering machine.
 
“Crap, I wonder what I’m going to lose this time, electricity or the water.”
 
BEEP!
 
“This is Gregg from Midwest Power. We have not yet received your payment for last month. Please contact one of our friendly customer service representatives as soon as possible to resolve this issue. Thank you for choosing Midwest for all of your power needs.”
 
“Like I have a choice.”
 
BEEP!
 
“Are you happy with your long distance carrier?”
 
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
 
“Alan, it’s me. I will be in town for a few days visiting friends and was wondering if you would like to spend an intimate dinner with an old flame? The cell’s the same, call me.”
 
BEEP!
 
Visions of there last tryst filled Alan’s memory until he felt a stiffening in his groin. ‘Big Jim’ was now awake and he was hungry.
 
“Damn it Kayla, not now, I don’t need another distraction.”

Over the next two days, Coopersmith solved the power stabalization problem while Atherton completed the calculations for the guidence computer. All that they needed now was access to the satellite and a target, a piece of debris left over from the last shuttle mission.

“We have done it my boy!” shouted Lucas, as his gaze was broken from the simulation on the computer screen.
 
“Yes, but does this sim take into account the new set of variables?”
 
“That was the first thing that I checked. The Earth’s rotation, composition of the target and the speed of the target in relationship to our present coordinates. It works my boy, it works!”
 
From the data streaming in from the five other computers, Alan confirmed that the simulated target had been reduced in mass roughly by a factor of ten. The data was indeed encouraging, but it would take a full power test in two days to know for certain if they had accomplished what had thus far been, the impossible. All that they could do now would be to shut down the system and secure the lab until the morning. Tomorrow would be spent sifting through the data with the perverbial fine tooth comb, searching for anomolies.
 
“Listen my boy, you haven’t slept in days, why don’t you go home and get some rest. After all, your the one who will be discecting code tomorrow.”
 
“What about you?” Alan said, fighting to suppress a yawn.
 
“I can secure things here, besides, I need to work on my acceptance speech for the Nobel Prize, or some such nonesense and my flat is not exactly conducive to creative thought.”
 
“Alright, but tell me one thing. Why are the English so cockey?”
 
“It is in our blood my boy, it is in our blood.”
 
Both friends laughed at the joke, but while one was winding down from a rough day, the other was preparing for a long and possibly lucrative evening.
 
As Alan hit the bed, thoughts of malfunctions and catastrophic errors filled his mind. Everything from a mere power overload to a mere fizzle in the reaction chamber stimulated his tired mind, but one voice called out from the past, and ‘Big Jim’ once again began to stir.
 
Back at the lab, Lucas Atherton waited. He didn’t have to wait long.
 
“Hey Doc, how’s the death ray coming?” asked the perky co-ed.
 
She was a beautiful blonde, twenty-four and like a breath of fresh air into a stale room. She stood 5’ 9" and weighed approximately one hundred and thirty pounds. Her full, perfect breasts would not be the lure that would attract men, her deep blue eyes could do that alone, but they would be the trap. Innocent as the day she was born, or so Lucas chose to believe. After all, he was secretly in love with the girl, almost twenty years his junior.
 
“Nice try Melissa, but you know that I cannot discuss the nature of this project, at least not until it is complete. Maybe tomorrow night.”
 
“You Mean-”
 
“I mean young lady, that by tomorrow you will know exactly what this device does.”
 
“Come on Doc, can’t you at least give me a hint?”
 
His plan was working flawlessly.
 
"Maybe you can assist me, if you promise not to tell anyone, especially Dr. Coopersmith, he would be furious with me if he found out.
 
“You’ve got it Doc, what do I do?”
 
“I am attempting to align the guidence computer with that yellow dot on the far wall of the reaction chamber, however this somewhat primitive contraption refuses to cooperate. I need you to hop up on the table.”
 
“Sure Doc,” Melissa said as she calmly strolled into the white chamber. “Hey Doc, I’m starting to get a tingling feeling up and down my spine, is that normal?”
 
“That is expected my dear, those are sound waves traveling through your body. They help me focus the lens in the same manner that those instant camera’s used back in the 70’s.”
 
The inner chamber which was now being used as the focal point of the beam, had no doors, so Melissa felt safe enough.
 
“Now, I need you to remain perfectly still, or I will not be able to obtain a lock.”
 
“Sure thing Doc,” Melissa said, as she gave Lucas the thumbs up.
 
Those words were that last that Melissa would utter at her full size.
 
The moment the beam was activated, an almost blinding light hit the girl. It’s purpose had nothing to do with mass reduction, it was simply designed to stun it’s victim . . . er volunteer long enough to be retrieved.
 
Although Melissa could not see, she felt a heavy weight pressing down upon her from above, then it was as though whatever it was had completely enveloped her. She couldn’t scream, she could barely breathe, but she could fight.
 
After securing the beam with visibly shaking hands, Lucas entered the reaction chamber. He could see Melissa’s tiny form struggling to escape the pile of clothing, which seconds earlier adorned her nearly perfect body
 
Lucas could wait no longer. He lifted the t-shirt and bra first. Being a bachelor, he couldn’t tell a c-cup from a tea cup, but that really didn’t matter now did it?
 
There she was, the tiny perfect woman struggling to escape from what at her perspective must be a parachute, the the struggling stopped. As her eyesight began to return to normal, she started to make out letters in front of her, huge letters.
 
V I C T O R I A ’ S S E C R E T
 
Just as the realization of what had happened to her began to sink in, Lucas lifted the layer of fabric and found his prize standing in the middle of her own silk panties.
 
She started to run, but she immediately slipped on the silk and fell, landing on her perfect little bum.
 
Flexing his left hand, Lucas could see that it no longer trembled, but his heart rate was up, beating faster than it had in years, the ever-growing tightness in his pants confirmed it.
 
Melissa got up and once again tried to run, but there was nowhere to go. The only way down would surely kill her, her confused mind told her that, then a tiny voice in the back of head said stop. She did.
 
She could see the hand coming toward her, but could do nothing but close her eyes and scream as the massive fingers completely enveloped her body.
 
With his forefinger supporting her back and his thumb just beneath her breasts, Lucas gazed in awe at his tiny prize.
 
Returning somewhat to her senses, she began to pound her little fists against the thick leathery hide of the giant hand, but Lucas simply smiled.
 
“Let Me go! Please let me go!” she shouted in a pitch much higher than any human could possibly reach, then suddenly Lucas released his grip and slightly tilted his hand so she tumbled back against his palm.
 
Still flailing about, Melissa soon tired of exhaustion and futility, then wept.
 
“Why are you doing this to me?” she cried, as tear fell like tiny raindrops onto the palm of the massive hand.
 
Lucas remained silent. For almost three long years he had been fantasizing about this moment. The moment when he finally had the power to do what he wanted to do, to the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He would not, could not pass this up.
 
Silently, his index finger came down and touched the tiny twin mounds of flesh. He mused that less than ten minutes ago he was nearly mesmerized by their motion, confined within their restraint as they were, yet wielding so much power. He lifted them up, then allowed them to fall, all the while pinning Melissa’s arms back with his left thumb and forefinger, then the massive digit headed south, toward her bush.
 
“Please Doc, no!” she screamed, but Lucas was a man on a mission.
 
Spreading her legs apart effortlessly, he began methodically stroking her nether region, then changed tactics and gently began to rub her sex in a circular motion, all the while blissfully aware of how large ‘Mr. Happy’ had grown.
 
At her present size, melissa was completely at the mercy of her captor and she knew it, but she also knew Lucas. Somewhere in the back of her confused and tormented mind, she realized that although he could be condescending, arrogant, stubborn, even absent minded, he would never harm another human being. The problem was, at her size would he consider her to be human, and not some sort of toy or pet.
 
Almost sensing her thoughts, Lucas chose this moment to speak to little Melissa.
 
"Do not be afraid, no harm will come to you, this I swear. In a way, I am just as much your prisoner as you are mine.
 
Little by little (sorry) the images of torture and certain death began to fade, only the utter disbelief remained.
 
Her body was still being violated by the giant she knew as Doc, that had not changed, but at least there was hope, for she knew Lucas to be a man of his word.
 
For the rest of her life she would belong to him. He knew it, and she knew it as well.
 
Incredibly as his ultimate fantasy was being fulfilled, Lucas stared down upon the tiny naked form within his grip with a vacant look in his eyes. While his mind was still travelling at the speed of thought, considering every conceivable flaw in the next phase of his plan, he failed to notice the tiny moans coming from his prize.
 
At first, he thought that he had somehow harmed her, but when he paused to inspect the damage, she screamed, “Don’t stop, oh God . . . please don’t stop!”
 
At this, he released her arms. Still moaning, she shot her captor a look of surprise, then she raised her tiny ass off of his hand and began to grind into the stroking finger.
 
He knew what she wanted, the desperation in her eyes made it perfectly clear, so he pulled his index finger away. For a moment, Lucas swore that he could see suspence, fear and a little bit of anger in her eyes, before replacing it with a smaller, more managable digit.
 
After realizing what he was trying to do, Melissa grabbed the tip of his little finger with both hands and carefully guided it in. She screamed like a banshee as the object of her desire was thrust in and out of her body over and over. The deeper he pushed, the wetter she became until she could take it no longer, then . . . bliss.
 
Excited beyond words, Lucas stared down upon her naked form and wondered how she could accept her fate.
 
“This cannot be normal behavior,” he said to himself, then as though he had just stepped outside of his body, he took a good long look at what he was doing. “Indeed,” came his answer
 
With her body spent, melissa lay motionless, covered in her own juices in the palm of the giant hand.

Just as he had played this part a thousand times in his mind, Lucas drew in a deep breath and released it. Almost instantly he could see her tiny nipples perched atop Melissa’s breasts stand erect. He was in heaven, but he wasn’t quite finished. She had provided him with a sensation never before felt by human hands, this he would repay her in full. Deciding that she deserved a full body massage as a reward for her participation, although unwilling as it was, Lucas gently flipped her over onto her stomach and started to work his magic.
 
As the heat radiated from the giant hand, it’s owner truly did know the magicks necessary to pleasure a woman, Melissa was now convinced of that. The nimble fingers kneaded tired muscles which were exhausted by the rapture, nearly bringing her to a new level of pleasure before Lucas realized what was happening.
 
To Lucas, it was the most amazing experience of his life, and to Melissa, it was the most erotic body massage any woman could hope to ever have.
 
Fighting her way back to reality, one thought crept into her tiny doll-sized mind . . . she could learn to enjoy this.

to be continued. Not my story but if anyone has the other chapters. Please add them. Sorry about the s.

Giant me

The next part of the stories, he shrinks 12 more women thus a baker’s dozen of 13, There’s a full functioning dollhouse, there are good guys and bad guys and chase to not get caught by the mob or the feds as I remember, this is all I have of it though sadly.