The Coin

[Mrgoblinging7]

@size_master HOLY FUCK! That was intense!

[Giant Keith]

@mrgoblinging7 I was going to remain speechless on this chapter but Damn, amazingly heart wrenching on many levels.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 11…Hard Truths

Mike had been holding the shrunken clothes so long the sun had risen. “Mike! MIKE!” Katie yelled roaming downstairs for him. Seeing a normally closed door cracked open, Katie entered. “There you are. You never came to bed. Mike? Are you okay?” she asked concerned. “For most of my life I hated my mom thinking she abandoned me” he muttered. “I thought you said she died” she said. “No, I had thought she skipped out because it was too hard raising me when I was 8 years old” he said. “What about your dad?” Katie asked. “Was never in the picture. In her senior year of high school, mom hooked up with some jock on the football team. Prom night came and one thing led to another. Fast forward six weeks and mom tells him she missed her period. Dude freaks out saying it ain’t his and after graduation hauls ass to a college with a full ride scholarship. Mom gets stuck working at Waffle House” Mike said softly. “And your grandpa?” Katie asked. “Don’t remember too much early on but he did send money. Mom seemed irritated with him” he replied. “So how did abandonment come up?” she asked. “One night mom dropped me off here and said she was going on a trip and would be back in a few days. Grandpa came to me and said she was never coming back. Said she broke her word and that your word meant everything” he replied. “That where you learned your…obsession with keeping your word?” she asked cautiously. Mike simply nodded. “You said you thought she skipped out on you. So, what changed?” Katie asked.

Mike bent down and showed her his mother’s shrunken clothing. “Oh my god. Your grandpa shrunk your mom?! His own daughter?!” Katie asked. Mike nodded. “You guys must be hungry and I bet Kanya needs to pee” he said quietly getting up still holding the clothes. Mike went upstairs and saw to Kanya and then came down with her. After placing her on the table, he began cooking breakfast. “What’s up with him?” Kanya whispered to Katie. “He just found out his mother didn’t abandon him. His grandpa shrunk her!” Katie replied. “Holy shit” Kanya whispered. “Mike? How did you find out about all this?” Kanya asked. “That Yaksha I saw yesterday unlocked a memory and it led to me finding my grandfather’s diary. Inside was this” he said placing the shrunken clothing on the table. “Did the diary say anything about her?” Kanya asked. “I haven’t had the courage to read it” he muttered. “You don’t have to be alone. We’ll sit with you” Kanya said. Katie quickly nodded. Katie and Kanya ate their breakfast as Mike slowly, very slowly ate his. They finished before he did and Katie, being curious, took a closer look at the clothes. “They’re really well preserved for something nearly 20 years old” she said looking at the dress. “You can try it on if you want” Mike muttered. Katie slipped her shirt off and put the dress on. “Hmm. Doesn’t fit right” she said. “Back in high school, mom was very athletic so the chest may be too small and the shoulders too wide” he said. Mike put down his fork and picked up one of the sandals. “She’s right. It’s incredibly preserved” he thought looking at it between his fingers. Leather sandal with the strap still intact. Sole still connected. Mike could even make out the prints in the sole where his mother’s toes worn it in. “Your mom had big feet” Katie said trying on the other one. Mike chuckled. “Mom usually bought her shoes in men’s size. She wore a size 12 men’s” he said. “You remember that?” she asked. “Used to complain about it all the time. She usually didn’t wear anything that showed her feet. She was embarrassed at how big they were” he said slightly smiling. “You loved her very much” Kanya said. “Yeah I did” he muttered. Mike looked in the direction of the study. “Whenever you feel like it” Katie said. Mike picked them up and headed into the study. He sat down on the floor with the book and the girls sat on his thighs.

May 8, 2002

“I never meant for it to happen like that. I panicked. I…I fucked up. All I had to do was keep my shit together when I saw Sharon. My god she grew up nice. Hadn’t seen her in years. She wasn’t the same girl that dressed up as a Pikachu for Halloween all those years ago. And then there she was right in front of me at the grocery store. Tank top hugging some big fucking tits. Brittney did mention something about her having a kid not long ago. Guess those monsters filled out being pregnant. She wore some grey leggings that were tight as fuck all showing off her ass. And on her feet were some flip flops. Her toes painted bright red. “Mr. Newsome? It’s me Sharon!” she said spotting me. I had thought she moved away for college, but she had come right back. Apparently her mother came down with cancer and she was taking care of her. We made brief small talk, but my mind was on taking her. Making her another prize. The urge grew and grew the more she talked. I could feel the Coin urging me to do it. But this is Sharon. My daughter’s friend. Fuck, I remember taking them both fishing. Sharon…I have to take you. It was so easy doing it in the parking lot. Nighttime, no cameras, nobody looking. I just held the Coin at her and muttering I was sorry. Moments later she was in my pocket, and I was heading home”

“She thought it was a dream. Four inches tall in a now much bigger world and then of course me pulling her clothes off. Her begging and pleading…it just made it worse for her. It’s so much more…exciting when they do. She covered herself and sobbed looking up at me. Sharon…I’m so sorry but it’s like your body was begging for this. She cried and struggled as my tongue parted her legs and began licking her pussy. Sweet and musky. Oh time had ripened her to perfection. She whimpered as she came on my tongue. She couldn’t look at me anymore. The shame of cumming forbade that. She just has this faraway stare as I continued. Licking her tiny feet. Nibbling her thighs. But when I sucked her tits into my mouth she came alive once more. Like something primal awoke. My mouth was flooded with the sweetness of her milk. Now I understood. Her primal instinct of a mother. A mother in danger. It came to nothing obviously as she was spent and groaning as she rubbed her now sore tits. I spent two days raping her. My tongue, my cock, cotton swabs just to hear her beg for me to stop. And then on tv the growth of my fuckup was clear. They were looking for her. My biggest rule of never hunting near home and I stupidly broke it. “No…no please…the sleepovers! The pool parties! The fishing trip! Don’t eat me!” she screamed as she realized what was coming as my lips passed her tits. I slurped her entirely into my mouth and swallowed. I could hear her screams as she slipped down my throat. I just sat there waiting for her to stop moving in my stomach. 6 minutes and 6 seconds. That’s how long it took to kill her. And the next day I took a shit and saw what was left. A skull, a leg bone and that was all I could recognize. The evidence forever flushed away. It had been a long time since I felt pity for a victim. She was a good girl. A great friend to my daughter. My daughter…my daughter found out days later.”

“She was suspicious of me right from the second she walked into the house with Mikey. When I tried playing it off she held the shrunken tank top in her hand. Thought I had that thing. She screamed at me that I broke our deal, and she was right, I had broken it. Years before when she found out what I had been doing at first she was curious until she came to realize that this Coin had a hold on me. I told her everything. Showed her everything and told her my deepest fear. That one day she would end up a victim. She promised me she would find girls nobody would care about. Girls that to her deserved it. And she did. She found girls at shopping malls, high school football games, you name it. I had learned to…stretch out my time with a victim to a matter of months so while the police were very concerned, they didn’t connect the dots. When Carol got older, she used her job at Waffle House to find me victims. You’d be surprised how many homeless girls show up there during a month or so time. Sharon didn’t prefer homeless girls but if she couldn’t find anyone else, that’s what I got. If I’m honest, I preferred homeless girls. Usually younger than the drunks and whores Sharon sometimes found, tastier, and I got more out of them. A lot of them were foster girls that aged out of the system. Perfect targets. A system that worked well for me until I got greedy.”

“She threatened to turn me over to the cops and I panicked. A shrunk her on the spot and worse yet Mikey saw her. I yelled for him to go back to his cartoons as I hid her away. I don’t know if he did see her. I don’t know if he’ll even remember but that’s the least of my problems now. I stuffed Carol into one of my cages I use and returned to Mikey. I told him one of the worst lies a man can tell a child. That his mother abandoned him. If I wasn’t sure I was going to hell before, I damn sure know now. After Mikey had gone to sleep, I returned to Carol. By then she had awoken screaming at me. Demanding she be let out. Asking what I was going to do to her. I had no answer as I myself didn’t have a fucking clue. I couldn’t kill her. She’s my daughter for fucks sake! But I couldn’t let her go either. I left her in the cage for now.”

May 9, 2002

“I gave her food and water. The only thing I was certain to do. She asks about Mikey, and I told her what I said to him. It had been a long time since I heard my daughter cry that hard. After that she don’t even acknowledge me of anything for that matter. She just sat there.”

Mike flipped the pages. “What else does it say?” Kanya asked. “Not much. He just says she wouldn’t eat or drink anything and he had to literally force her too. I…hold on” Mike said stopping on a page.

June 5, 2002

“She died this morning. Most likely heart failure. Whatever I forced her to eat she would just throw up later. Day after day, over and over. I promised Maggie I would care for our daughter, and I failed. I failed. I buried her under the rose bush I planted when I found out Maggie was pregnant with her. I oak box stuffed with fine linen. I don’t know how long I spent cleaning Carol’s body. Painting her tiny finger and toes. Washing and combing her long hair. The dress I picked out, same dress she wore to the prom. My baby girl…”

June 6, 2002

“It’s more than just shrinking. It’s more than just the cravings. IT WON’T LET ME DIE. I waited until Mikey was visiting a friend before I did it. Drank a shitload of beer, placed my gun cleaning kit on the table, and made sure only one round was in the chamber. People would think my drunk ass forgot a round was inside and rule it an accident. Mikey would still get the insurance money when he turns 18. Positioned it just so and pulled the trigger. It hurt, fuck did it hurt and the blood but I watched as my body spit the damn bullet right out and heal. It’s evil. This goddamn Coin is cursed! It won’t even let a man die in remorse. The whispering. The whispering isn’t my insanity. It’s the Coin”

Mike stopped reading out loud. He placed the book on the floor. Mike whimpered where he sat. “Mike, we’re with you” Katie said. Mike looked down at her. “Didn’t you hear what he wrote? It wouldn’t let him die. It made sure it milked him until his goddamn body gave out. This thing is fucking nightmare fuel and I am so fucked it ain’t funny!” he yelled. “The Yaksha said she could help you Mike” Kanya said. “You don’t get it. It took him dying to break the bond. Dying of old age! That’s how it can be broken. That Yaksha knows it and probably is trying to find a way to kill what can’t be killed” he yelled. “I don’t believe that. I think she really wants to help you. What you’re saying is a mix of grief and the influence of that Coin. It wants you to give up. It needs you to” Kanya said softly. Mike broke down sobbing as the girls tried to comfort him. At their urging, they had him leave the book where it was and come to the living room.

“How much of it was me and how much was the Coin? Even his habits were the same as mine” he asked them. “You told me I was beautiful. That I should have more faith in myself. I’m sure that was you” Katie replied. “You put yourself in harm’s way to save my life. That’s beyond keeping a promise. Remember when you had to help me go to the bathroom the first time and I cried because I was so embarrassed? You just smiled and said don’t worry about it. I can see the goodness in you like flickering light struggling to stay lit” Kanya said softly. Mike brought them both to his face and kissed them. “You need to heal up so we can have sex and as for you Katie…” he said placing them on the sofa. Mike surprised them both shrinking down to their size. He stripped off his clothes and walked on the sofa cushions over to Katie. He began taking her clothing off. Both naked, Mike pushed her down and lined his cock up to her pussy. Katie nodded in approval before he pushed it in. Katie groaned until Mike paused. Holding her hands, he thrust forward ripping her hymen away. He gave her a moment to adjust. Mike was slow and tender with her. He wanted her first time to be special. Kissing and nibbling her neck, gently squeezing her tits, their tongues intertwining. Mike began to pound her hard. Katie gasping at the force. Her legs locked behind his back as he pushed her down hard and came. The feeling of his warm semen shooting within her made her cum. Mike groaned as her pussy milked him for every drop. Mike laid there for a moment before shifting over to Kanya.

He knew he couldn’t fuck her with her injuries, but he could be intimate. Kissing her, rubbing her tits, caressing her cheek. Kissing and licking down her body. His hand grazing the sutures on her side. She could see a pang of guilt in his eyes. Playfully, she raised her right leg and draped it over his back. Kanya ground her bare heel into his back. Mike moved taking it off him and kissed down her leg stopping to nibble the back of her knee. “That tickles!” she giggled. Mike looked into her eyes as his hand rubbed the sole of her foot. He let go of her leg and scooted up her body. Using his fingers, he pulled her pussy lips apart and stuck his tongue inside her. “Oh…fuck…” she groaned. Mike spent his time licking, sucking, and slurping her pussy and Kanya twitched and whimpered. Her body shuddered and she winced in pain as she came. “You okay there?” Mike asked worried. “Just sore. It was worth it” she said grinning. Mike stayed his shrunken size for some time enjoying the two women leaning on his left and right side. They watched tv but they were more focused on one another. Mike chose to grow back to normal size as he needed to take a piss. As he returned, his eyes lingered on the back door of the house. “Something wrong?” Katie asked from the sofa. “Thinking about mom. The book said she’s buried next to the rose bush” he replied. “You want to go see don’t you?” Katie asked. “You want us to go with you?” Kanya asked. Mike silently nodded. Mike carried them outside to the back of the house. Wasn’t much there other than a BBQ grill, lawn mower, a tool shed, patio with simple sun deck, and of course a very large rose bush. Mike carried them over to it.

“So, your grandpa planted this when you mom was born?” Kanya asked. “Roses were my grandmother’s favorite” Mike replied. “You never mention your grandmother” Katie said. “Never knew her. She died giving birth to my mother” Mike said sitting on the ground. “It’s…it’s beautiful!” Katie said now on the ground looking up at the massive (to her) bush. From her perspective it towered over 30ft. into the air. The flowers themselves were as big as a compact car. “I don’t think rose bushes grow this good normally. Especially this far north” Katie said. “Your grandpa must’ve spent a lot of time and care on it” Kanya said. Mike began looking around as did Katie. Katie felt the ground strangely hard under her bare feet. “Mike” she said pointing to the ground. Covered in dirt, Mike uncovered a small rock. He bent closer and bushed away the last traces of dirt. “Carol Jones. Born April 8, 1976. Died June 5, 2002. Twinkle twinkle little star…” Mike read on the small rock. “The detail to…”

“He commissioned a gravestone, shrunk it, and placed it here. Mom really is buried underneath and all these years…all these years I thought she abandoned me she was just a few dozen feet away” Mike said softly. Kanya and Katie held his fingers as Mike just sat there silently staring at the gravestone. They only returned inside the house because the sun had set. Mike cooked dinner and they ate but he said not a word since confirming his mother’s grave. Later on the night, Katie and Kanya were in the bathroom bathing. “I feel so bad for him. Can you imagine finding out your mom was shrunk, died in a cage, and was buried under a goddamn rose bush?” Katie asked soaping Kanya’s hair. “Katie, I don’t think anyone has an imagination that good. I hated him so much for what he did but seeing who raised him, what that Coin can really do, it’s a miracle were not both dead” she said. “I doubt he would do that. You saw how passionate he was today” Katie said. “He ate my pussy like it was ice cream, so I know how passionate he is. He may not want to kill us, but he might not even be in control one day. That’s what scares him the most. Did you see how freaked out he was when he found it the Coin won’t let him die? That was his backup plan. His plan b. I’m sure as shit it was. Mike is one of those people that keeps shit in” Kanya said. “And how do you know all this?” Katie asked. “Being a waitress teaches you how to read people. Jesus that felt like a lifetime ago. I’d trade sore feet and shitty customers over this anyway” Kanya said. “So, it’s all bad? All of it?” Katie asked. “I wouldn’t say that. Mike’s caring and even though he treats us as pets sometimes, his attention is sincere. Like how he stayed by my side when I was hurt. Never had a man that doted on me before. The last guy just had an Asian fetish” Kanya muttered. “Well Mike has a foot fetish” Katie said laughing. “Yeah I know. Not breaking news there. But I don’t care if a guy has a kink as long as he truly loves me” Kanya said sighing. Katie grew quiet. “You’re not going to push me off the ledge again are you?” Kanya asked. “No! I…I get I’m not the only one with feelings for him” she stammered. “I was joking. A shitty joke. Sorry Katie” Kanya said. Katie smiled and nodded.

After a nice bath and some cozy time in bed, Mike was still awake. “Can’t sleep?” Katie whispered. Mike shook his head. Katie climbed onto his chest and rested over his heart. “Was it just sex for us or was it more?” she whispered. Mike sat up slightly. “I can count on one hand how many times I’ve had sex with a woman. The things that happened earlier…the pussy sucking, nibbling your tits…you know. Those things were mostly power tripping. Well, that and lust. This afternoon, I wanted you. I wanted to feel…connected. Before all this my biggest fear was being alone. Katie, I’ve never been in a real relationship before. It’s scary and exciting at the same time” he said. “Same for me. I was either too nerdy or a prude for boys” she said. “Nerd girls can be cute. What did Shakespeare once say? By any other name does a nerd girls’ pussy taste as sweet?” he said. “Hahaha! I don’t think the bard said that” Katie laughed. Make scooted her clothes to his face where he planted a kiss. “I do love you Katie. Whatever this thing brings out in me, please don’t ever forget that” Mike said solemnly. “…how strong is it truthfully?” she asked. “His voice gets louder every day. It wants me to do very bad things to you and Kanya. And the only way to get it to shut up is to…”

“Find more girls” Katie said. Mike quietly nodded. “Are you going back to see that Yaksha?” she asked. “Yeah” he replied. “I’ll come too. I’ll be your emotional support pet” she said snickering. “Me too minus the pet part” Kanya muttered. “You’re awake?” Mike asked. “How can a shrunken girl sleep with you flirting?” she asked. Mike placed Katie back on the bed, leaned over and raised Kanya’s nightgown. Kanya jumped feelings his lips kissing her tiny ass. “Sleep now, kinky foreplay later” she groaned. “Yes ma’am” Mike said settling in.

The next morning…

They were all eating breakfast as normal as Katie kept fidgeting. “Something wrong?” Mike asked. “Pussy still sore” she muttered eating a bit of scrambled egg. “For real?” Kanya asked. “He bred my virgin pussy like a man possessed” Katie replied. “Well technically he is possessed. If you don’t mind, after I get better could you share him?” Kanya asked. Mike coughed out his coffee. “Well maybe. He has this thing that he looks into your eyes as he just rams it in. But when he cums he has this cute smile. And fuck does he cum” Katie said. “A lot?” Kanya asked. “Like a fountain. Not like when we’re jerking him off with our bodies. A pop and dribble. No, it’s just a steady torrent” Katie said snickering. “Hmmm…makes me not want to wait. After breakfast I want you to fuck me” Kanya said to Mike. Mike dropped his fork. Both girls laughed. “Funny, ever so funny. Playing with fire the both of you” he told them. “In all seriousness, I do want to get closer to you” Kanya said. “I can’t. After what I took from you I can’t” he said quietly getting up. Mike returned fully dressed holding their daily clothes in his hand. He was quiet dressing them. Both girls had fresh clean clothes and simple dresses. Katie had sneakers and socks as being shrunk meant a LOT of walking and hurt her feet. Mike’s solution was a good shoe to wear. As for Kanya, a pair of flip flops as walking was not much of a thing for her with a broken leg. “You do know most of that was the Asura” Kanya said. Mike paused holding her right foot between his fingers. “I understand you favor Katie over me but why make up excuses?” she asked. “Because this wasn’t part of the plan! I was going to milk you for pain and misery for weeks, maybe months so I didn’t have to hunt anyone. Getting attached to you, hell you having feelings for me was the last thing I planned for. And then…”

“Then what?” Kanya asked. “If I break, if I lapse and it comes down to you or Katie. We both know who dies. So, there you have it, I’d pick Katie over you. I ate your mother, fed your brother to a fish, and condemned your grandmother to die by dust mites” Mike said to her. “And I forgive you” Kanya said softly. Mike grabbed her head with his fingers. “Don’t! Don’t you dare forgive me!” he yelled. Kanya knew he could crush her head like a grape but also knew he never would. “Why?” she asked. “Because it would hurt more” he replied with a whisper as he let go. Mike went back to holding her ankle between his fingers. A tear rolled down his cheek. “You have very pretty toes” he muttered. “So you told me. Please don’t push me away” Kanya begged softly. “One day you’ll regret the feelings you have for me” he said. “I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it” Kanya said. “You mean cross not burn” he said. “I meant what I said” she said. Mike sighed and slipped the flip flop on her foot. He loaded them into the car with him. “Mike, maybe you should bring that book. Can’t hurt” Kanya said. Mike nodded and went back into the house for it. Returning with it, he started the car and drove to Ora’s.

Mike arrived at her home and carried the girls with him to the door. Before he could kick it opened for him. “Come on in Mike!” Ora shouted from the living room. Mike entered. Ora floated from the living room sofa to him. “Whoa” Katie whispered. “And you didn’t come alone. You must be Katie and you’re…interesting” Ora said looking over Kanya. “Actually, my name is Kanya” she said. “I like this one. It’s been a while since I’ve met another carrying the blood of our kind. Please sit” she said. They did and Ora followed them. “You look worse for wear dear. Mike have an episode?” Ora asked Kanya. “No! It was an accident. In fact, he saved my life. He looked after me” Kanya replied. “Interesting indeed. Let’s see, broken leg, very small crack in the skull, bruised hip, and a lacerated kidney. Lucky to be alive” Ora said. “How do you know that?” Katie asked. Ora picked up her teacup and sipped from it. “I drink and I know things” Ora said chuckling. They looked at each other. “Always so serious. Well let’s heal your injuries. Can’t have Mike distracted” she said. “How are you…” Kanya said before being shushed. Ora placed her hand on Kanya’s head. Her hand began to glow. Then she placed her hand on her hip. “It’s warm” Kanya said. Then her leg, and finally the side of her abdomen. “All done!” Ora said cheerfully. Skeptical, Mike unbandaged her leg which Kanya tried moving. “It’s fixed. It’s really fixed!” Kanya yelled. “Of course. Healing magic is an affinity to my kind…our kind. How strong are your powers?” Ora asked. “Grandma could see auras with ease. I can just sense things. If I really concentrate I can sometimes see energy” Kanya replied. “Ehh. It’s something. Speaking of auras, I can see physical attraction radiating off you two. I bet being shrunk down really changed your sex lives” Ora said grinning. “Actually, I was a virgin until last night. Before that it was umm…mostly oral and stuff” Katie said blushing. “Same here except I’m still a virgin” Kanya said. “You’re kidding. With his level of lust?!” Ora asked. “Sitting right here” Mike mumbled. “No offense Mike but it is what it is. You’ve been wanting to suck my tiny pussy since we’ve met. Not offended and you’re by no means the first. And you’ve been with him how long?” Ora asked. “Three months now” Katie replied. “Little over a month and a half” Kanya replied. “Normally a shrinking victim would be a cum rag by now if not dead. You got more self-control than most Mike” Ora said smiling. “If we’re done focusing on our sex lives, can we get back to it?” Mike asked. Ora nodded.

“I was worried you wouldn’t return when you didn’t show up yesterday” she said. “I found my grandfather’ diary. He wrote down everything he did with that Coin. Including my mother” he said. “…what did happen?” Ora asked softly. “He imprisoned her in a cage. My mother literally died of a broken heart and was buried under a fucking rose bush” he replied. “I’m sorry Michael. I’m curious as to exactly how long your grandfather used that thing” she said. “Actually, I have it with me” he said. “Please get it for me” Ora said. Mike went and returned with it. “Oh my…” she said looking at it. “Yeah it’s big” Mike said. “Beyond that. It’s radiating spiritual energy. Your grandfather poured all his feelings into it. We can do more than just read it, we can see it” she said. “Wait a minute now” Mike said wary. “You have good reason to be cautious after what happened last time. But understanding your grandfather’s suffering can help understand yours more clearly” she said. “What good will that do? Those memories are painful! Mike was really hurt!” Katie said. Ora sighed as she cast a spell which blinded them for a second. “What…the hell?!” Katie asked as the world was now filled with swirling colors. “A temporary spell that allows you to see spiritual energy in the physical world. Many of the things here in my home is permeated with it. Look at Michael” she said. “THE FUCK IS THAT?!” Katie yelled. Mike looked down at his chest and freaked. Attached to his chest was a thick, menacing looking ethereal chain running down to his pocket. Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out the Coin. The chain connected right to it. "When I say he’s bound to the Coin I’m not just speaking metaphorically. Mike touched the chain and recoiled in pain. “Yeah don’t do that” Ora said.

“Mike’s trauma created his coldness and apathy to women. That apathy made him a prime vessel for the Asura. To break that chain, we have to make him unsuitable to the thing. That means fixing what’s broken inside of him. Uncovering the reason was just the first step. Understanding the pain, finding empathy is next. And with that book we can go right to the root” Ora explained. “But why his grandfather? Wouldn’t we focus on Mike?” Kanya asked. “Unfortunately, trauma and pain can be passed from parent to child. Hate and apathy from one generation to the next. That book is a roadmap. We must take the journey” Ora replied. “Well he’s not doing it alone” Katie said. “What she said” Kanya said nodding to her. Ora gestured to the door nearby opening her meditation room.

“Then let’s begin” she said.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 12…Recollections

“Please take off your shoes. Mike, please place the book in the middle of us” Ora said. “Our shoes? I get Mike but I doubt my half centimeter feet are going to dirty your carpet” Katie said. “Tradition Katie” Ora said flatly as she floated down onto her cushion. Katie and Kanya chucked their footwear as they sat on Mike’s thighs. Ora started the metronome. Following Mike’s lead, Katie and Kanya closed their eyes and steadied their breaths. Within minutes they all had entered a trance state. “Open your eyes” Ora said. “Whoa. Feels like floating in space” Katie said. “Space? Feels like stepping in an acid trip. Did we grow or did Mike shrink” Kanya asked. “This, the Astral Plane reveals itself differently depending on your level of spiritual senses. We’re all the same size as this is not a place that physical logic matters. Do not be afraid Michael. If we encounter strange resistance, we can back off” Ora said sensing his anxiety. Ora held out her hand and the diary appeared before her. It was bathed in a kaleidoscope of energy. “Freaky” Katie muttered. Ora gestured and the book flipped to the very beginning. “Now to see how it began and hopefully learn from your grandfather’s mistakes” Ora said to Mike. “And we’re going to relive what he wrote down?” Kanya asked. “In a way. Using the spell…well it’s hard for you to understand the word but to westerners it’s called psychometry. Using a spiritual imprint to see a recorded event. To us it will seem like we’re inside a movie complete with a narrator. Think of it as being inside a director’s cut” she replied grinning. Ora began an incantation and the entire world seemed to change.

June 10, 1974
Korat AFB Thailand

“Goddamn oil pumps. You can’t use cheap ass rubber in this humid climate!” I said as I pulled the part loose. “Cursing out another engine Johnny?” a man said walking to me. “Ain’t the engine’s fault. It’s the cost cutting eggheads stateside. You flyboys got enough to worry about. If it ain’t SAMS or MIG’s, it’s some moron who thinks bicycle tire rubber is good enough for a Pratt & Whitney engine” I replied. “Old Geronimo is doing okay” my buddy Alan chuckled. “Still stuck on that name?” I asked. “Well, the plane is called a Thunderchief” he replied laughing. “True. When is the 388th going back up?” I asked. “North Vietnam stepped up its help in the Civil War down there so they got a sortie planned for us tomorrow at dawn” Alan replied. “Jesus Christ. Why can’t it be easy like my dad had in WWII? Back then the enemies and allies were clear” I sighed. “Who you telling? Drinks later in the officer’s lounge?” he asked. “Naw. Going to see Phan” I replied. “Suit yourself” he said grinning. I finished up on this bird not long after and went to service Alan’s. F-105D Thunderchief barely 6 months old but you’d expect it to be older. AA flak had scuffed the shit out of the paint. I popped the maintenance hatch in the ass of the plane and began my work. Tightening bolts and clamps that rattled lose during afterburn. Adjusted the fuel intermix. And of course, the damn oil pump. I ended up being distracted thinking of Phan. As dad would’ve called her my “war scooch”. Nice girl of 19 years old. Works at a bar near the base and speaks decent English surprisingly. We’ve been fucking for two months but I’ve found myself really thinking of taking her back stateside and marrying her."

“Hey dad, something fell out” Mike said looking at the floor. “He can’t see our hear us Mike. Remember, this is only a memory” Ora said.

I finished with the maintenance two hours later so Geronimo is good to go tomorrow. With that out of the way I hitched a ride with an MP to the bar to see Pham. As usual she’s there helping her father who owns the place. Nice enough guy who doesn’t mind a westerner seeing his daughter. Phan sees me and flags me over to an empty table. She brings a tall beer and salted nuts. She yells at her father to ready up some fried chicken for later. “Tough day John?” she asks smiling. “Another day serving glorious Uncle Sam” I reply before sipping my beer. She scoots close to me and rubs my chest through my maintenance uniform. Like many Thai here, they don’t agree on this bombing Cambodia and neither do I. But they also know we’re stuck doing what we’re told. How many girls like Phan have died in this conflict? It’s a thought that comes to me every time a warbird takes off. Warbirds I worked on. She asks what I did today as she rubs her leg against mine. “Now how was your day?” I asked. She tells me about various customers, her father, a friend of hers. She asks about my home again. I tell her about Stamford again. How the leaves change color in fall, the massive snowfalls from a nor’easter. She’s never seen snow before. She must’ve slipped her sandal off because I can feel her toes rubbing my leg. “Would you like to come home with me? My tour will be done in six months” I asked her. She’s not surprised I asked her as it’s not the first time I suggested it. “But…but the bar, my father…” she asked. “Who I’m sure wants me to marry you” I said. “I do. Go with John. Go to America” her father says dropping off fresh fried chicken on the table.

After chicken and beer, I go back to base. Wanted stay and fuck Phan but with that sortie early in the morning I had to turn in before it got late"

June 11, 1974
Korat AFB Thailand

I watch as they pull Geronimo out of the hangar to the Tarmac to mission load. “Johnny!” Alan yells coming up behind me. “What’s the plan today?” I asked him knowing he just was briefed. “Carpet bomb Bravo 1 with Freddy and be back before final call for lunch. Geronimo ready to go on a warpath?” he asked. “Ready and willing” I said slapping the fuselage. “Take you word on it?” he asked. “You know it. Watch out for AA and SAM’s. Heard Viet Cong is getting frisky in Bravo” I said. “I’ll pucker my asshole if the alarm sounds” he laughed as he boards the jet. I walk away as they strap cluster bombs on the hard points. Within 20 minutes, he and Freddy are roaring full burn into the air.

Three hours pass and I’m getting worried. That sortie shouldn’t take this long. Sitting drinking coffee I’m worried he got hit by a SAM. “Johnny, Freddy just landed. Alan ain’t with him” a friend said. I bolted up and ran to the Tarmac. I find Fred popping his canopy open. “Fred! Where’s Alan!” I yelled. “We were over the target point about to drop when Alan radioed a master alarm on his engine. Oil pressure dropped like a rock. His engine seized and he ejected. Parachuted right into enemy controlled territory” he replied. It couldn’t have happened that way. I went over the goddamn engine myself! I want back to the maintenance hangar to check to see if anyone else worked on it after I did. Soon after I got there I found something on the floor.

“That’s what fell out” Mike said.

A hose clamp. I forgot to screw in the hose clamp. The hose must’ve popped off. This is my fault. I even gave my word the engine was fine. This is all on me. I told the base commander what happened and volunteered to go after him. “Absolutely not. That area crawls with Viet Cong and Cambodian sympathizers. It’ll be a week at least before we can even think of sending in rescue” the base commander said. “He’ll be dead by then. You know what they do to pilots? Do you?!” I yelled. “AT EASE CREWMAN! I know how you feel but my hands are tied. Dismissed” he said. This wasn’t over. I’ll do it my goddamned self.

I waited until nightfall. I got a map marking where Alan bailed out. Bravo 1 sat near the Thailand Cambodian border. You control that and set up air defenses, then you can limit what our flyboys can do. Sure, Thunderchiefs and Phantoms can dodge a SAM but a B-52? Those lard ass birds would get their feathers plucked. So Bravo 1 needed to be cleared. I load every Jerry can I can find with gas and put it in the back of a jeep. A long ass drive of 500 miles on back roads. Won’t be many service stations along the way. I know if I go they’ll court martial my ass and throw me in the can but fuck em’. Where I come from a man’s word means something. Jerry cans check. Food and water check. First aid kit check. M-16 and pistol check. I start the engine and head to the entrance. I tell the MP I’m heading out to the bar and will be back by 2200. They know me so they don’t say nothing. Once I’m far away enough I pull off the main road and follow the map to Bravo 1.

June 12, 1974
Northern Cambodia border

Around 0300 I’m so deep in the backlands there’s no placed to fuel up anymore. I was lucky though, compass and map says I’m only 20 or so Mike’s from the border. I keep slogging through the jungle roads until I’m sure I passed the border. I stop to sleep but keep my pistol ready. Not too much worried about a Cong but the fucking snakes. Pythons bigger than my fucking forearm. I wake up at 0808. They know my ass went AWOL by now. Don’t care. I load up my supplies and leave the jeep. An American jeep sticks out around here. Last thing I need is attention. I begin walking. Bravo 1 is about 53 miles east of me. After an hour I find an old man tending water buffalo. With my broken ass Thai, I ask if he saw a pair of jets the other day. He did pointing east. He says they spoked the buffalo. I ask for spare clothing I may wear. He says yes and hands them to me. I hand him a fistful of bahts for his trouble and silence. I don’t stick out as much anymore, so I stick to the dirt roads and keep my face hidden. I’m probably 20 miles from Bravo 1 when I spot a young girl tending a rice paddy. She’s frightened of my western face, but I give her a chocolate. Probably the first she ever seen. She only eats it when she sees me eat one. I ask if she saw a plane. She nods and points east but then says it…fell down. She saw people with guns carry the debris away. I ask if she saw a man with my skin color. She shakes her head. I give her another chocolate before I leave.

I get closer and now I can see smoking debris. Utterly destroyed but I can tell it’s a Thunderchief. Nearby an ejection seat. First good news I got so far. Alan bailed before it crashed. I don’t see anyone nearby, so I sneak closer. Footprints, lost of them and furrows in the mud. Alan was dragged away. In the far distance I can see a small village. I choose not to approach at daytime. Better to wait and watch. The nearby hill backs into a jungle so I hide there watching with my binoculars. “Shit” I muttered seeing Viet Cong. At least two squads. Strangely though I don’t see any male villagers or children. Plenty of women though. Not my concern. Darkness falls and I sneak closer. Haven’t seen any Viet Cong since sundown. The air is filled with he sounds of loud croaking of frogs and laughter of men as I get closer. No doubt Cong soldiers. I find one young woman all alone pissing. She jumps as I come out of the shadows. “No afraid. Man like me. Where?” I ask in broken Thai. She barely understands me. Thai and Cambodian sound kinda similar but they’re not the same thing. I have a picture of Alan when we went drinking last Christmas. She gets what I’m a saying now. She points to a nearby mountain. “There? They took him there?” I ask. She nods. I turn to leave her, and she attacks me. My rifle falls into the rice paddy muddy water. It’s fucked. My pistol falls to the dirt, and she grabs it. I take my utility knife and stab her in the chest. Her eyes go wide and falls on top of me. I killed her. I’ve never killed anyone before. I roll her off me and drag her body to a rice paddy. I toss her in so nobody can find her body before I find Alan.

I trudged up the mountain. Only light I have is the full moon. Closer I get to sounds I can see the light of fires. The Viet Cong must’ve camped up here. I get closer and not only camped but camped inside and outside an ancient temple. Two soldiers sitting outside. I can see a shadow moving inside the temple. The rest of them must be inside the village. I’m nervous as hell as I sneak up behind one of them. I’m not a soldier. Yeah I got trained but I’ve never seen combat. My hand holding my knife is shaking. I thrust the knife deep into his back and a wet gurgle comes out of his mouth. His buddy hears it, turns to face me and raises his AK-47. I fire my pistol twice into his chest. The sounds ring out into the night. I’m blown for sure. I race into the temple and a soldier opens fire on me. I get lucky as the rounds hit the stone wall behind me. A small statue sitting on a pedestal attached to the wall shatters from a stray round. I empty my mag and kill him. I know they’re coming and now I’m out of ammo. I pick up the AK and its spent too. In the far corner of the room where the light is dim I can see someone slumped against the wall. I get closer with my knife in hand. He’s wearing a flight suit. “ALAN!” I yelled. I could barely recognize him. They him so badly. Tortured him. Eyes swollen shut. Dislocated jaw. Fingers broken. He barely turns his head. “Jo…hnny?” he asks. “It’s me man! It’s me…” I said bending down. I don’t dare hug him he’s so badly fucked up. “Dumbass. Had to come after me for that $20 I owe ya” he chuckled. “We gotta go brother. Cong is coming” I said. I don’t have a choice; I have to move him. I can hear his broken ribs jangle in his chest as I heft him up. He can barely walk as we start out of the temple.

“The…villagers. They’re not responsible…” he said before coughing blood. “Stay quiet or you’ll puncture a lung” I said. Just as I said that something struck me on the side of the head. We both fall to the stone floor. I turn my head to see my own blood on the butt stock of a rifle. I don’t know where he came from. He says something in Vietnamese and shoots Alan in the back of the head. “BASTARD!” I scream seeing my friend, by buddy killed before me. He’s laughing. The motherfucker is laughing. He kicks me in the side over and over yelling at me. I’m willing to bet my pay he’s the one that tortured Alan. His toy was broken so he got rid it him and I’m next. I feel a rib break and he grins as I vomit blood. My left hand reaches out for a rock, anything to kill this asshole with and I feel something. It’s small and metallic. I thought a spent casing but it’s flat and round. A coin? A Coin. I don’t know why but I pull it towards me. It gets smeared in my blood and as it does I feel something. Like static electricity through my body. Feelings, foreign instinct fills my mind. I…feel…POWER!

I pick myself off the floor as the pain goes away. He points his pistol at me and suddenly freezes. I look at the hold holding the Coin to see a reddish glow coming from it. It’s going up my arm. My whole body is surrounded by it. I grin at him knowing he’s fucked. Don’t know how but I just know. One simple thought, one word in my head and I speak it. “Shrink” I command and suddenly he’s gone. The size of an ant collapsed at my feet. I crush him like its nothing and I’m not satisfied in the least. They need to die. THEY ALL NEED TO DIE. I walk towards the front entrance of the temple and see Viet Cong soldiers ready to mow my ass down. 15…20 easily. “I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t come” I said not in English. Perfect Vietnamese and I can’t tell you how I knew it. They raise their rifles as I raise my hand. They open fire. They burn through their whole mags and then just stand there awestruck. I laugh. I laugh so hard I can hear it echo off the mountain. It was easy shrinking the bullets to the size of grains of sand as they left their guns. Killing them like bugs would be too easy. No, I wanted them to suffer. The first five I smile as they grip their chests. Their hearts shrunken to the size of grapes. Instant death. The next five their brains.

They try to run. Doesn’t matter as I will them to shrink slowly. Either they shrink to nothing, or this big dangerous world does the job for me. Did I mention the sound of frogs in the air tonight? I think so. I hope Mother Nature enjoys her feast tonight. I’m still pissed. No, pissed doesn’t describe it. Alan had a wife and kid back home and now they’re getting a letter from Uncle Sam saying he’s never coming home. They took him from them, and those villagers helped. The villagers…

I walk down to the village and find a few women standing outside wondering what happened. The closest one I shrink to about an inch. The others scream and flee into a stone house. The only stone house in the village. The one I shrunk is stuck in the mud. I slowly walk to her and she’s trying her best to run pulling on her legs. Then she looks at me. The giant with the westerner face. The enemy. She screams as I raise my boot over her. She’s begging for her life. Then I just slowly bring my foot down on her pressing her puny body into the mud. I can feel her tiny bones crack and break under my sole. I twisted the ball of my foot a few times grinding her crushed corpse into the muck. “One down. Hopefully a lot more to go” I said smiling as a walk to the stone house. It’s old, ancient. Probably built around the same time as the temple. I laugh remembering the story of the three little pigs. They were safe behind stone and brick, but the wolf couldn’t shrink things. I can. “Little pigs, little pigs, let me in…” I mutter. The thick wooden door seemingly disappears before me as I shrink it to the size of a playing card. They’re screaming as I enter. 5…10…14 of them. One of them looks 16 or so. The oldest 70. One tries to stab me with a knife, and she’s shrunk on the spot. “You brought this on yourselves teaming up with the Cong. My daddy used to say, you lie down with dogs don’t complain when you get fleas. Speaking of fleas…” I mutter shrinking the oldest woman to the size of one. They start begging and pleading with me. I tune them right out. “What to do…what to do…” I mutter. My stomach growls as I haven’t eaten since early afternoon. “Waste not. Want not” I said grinning as I will each and every one of them to shrink.

They’re all unconscious on the floor now shrunk to two inches. The smell of alcohol coming from barrel catches my nose. I pop it open to find it full of Sombai, a strong ass Cambodian rice wine. Had it once and it put me on my ass. I grab a rice bowl and fill it with it before sitting back down near my collection of shrunken Cambodian women. I pick up the closest one, one in her early 20’s looking at her and began tearing off her flimsy clothes. Naked between my fingers I dunk her in the rice wine to wash off the sweat and dirt. She stirs as I slip her past my lips. I savor how she tastes, sharp from the wine and her natural sweet flesh. She screams just as a swallow her. I felt her land in my stomach. She’s moving around, pounding her little fists against my stomach walls. I take a moment to savor the feeling as she slowly succumbs. I’m extremely hungry so I know my stomach acids are probably stronger than usual. Her movement stops and I go to the next one. Over and over the same process. Strip, dunk, suck, and swallow. Making sure to savor their deaths. It’s not all that different from eating shrimp. Shucking their clothes is like shelling, flicking off their tiny sandals like pinching off the legs. Dunking them in wine like dunking shrimp in butter. I drink half the bowl I’m so thirsty. I fill it again to finish off the rest of them. By the time I get to the last one, she’s waking up on her own. My vision is kinds blurry from the drinking by then. She finds clothing scattered on the floor and she’s panicking. I lick my lips hoping she struggles. The stupid girl tries to run away, and I shove her down with my finger.

“Dad, for the love of God…” Mike muttered watching. “No God would be had here Michael” Ora said quietly.

She screeching as I apply more pressure until there’s a tiny cracking sound, her legs jerk and run go limp. I laugh…I laugh so loud as I realize I broke her puny back. Paralyzed. I pluck her up and hold her between my fingers. She just looks at me when I tear her clothes off. Her limp legs unmoving as I slip her straw sandals off. Just for fun I use my fingernail to tickle her bare feet. Nothing. I bring her closer to my face. Pretty little thing just barely out of her teens. “Nice little tits you got there. Not as nice as my girl Phan but not bad either. Let me see that pussy you got” I said prying her legs open. She’s sobbing harder as the reality of being paralyzed kicks in. Her little brain is telling her legs to stay closed. Her crushed spinal cord says I can’t hear ya. Black bushy hair but I can see her little slit. “How many Cong did you fuck with that? How many of those killers did you fuck?” I hissed at her. I roughly dunk her in wine and her hands are flailing around. She gasps for air when I take her out. “All those days tending fields. Time spent with your parents, friends, siblings maybe, and it all just led to being my fucking dinner. Say hi to your family for me” I said pushing her into my mouth headfirst. Her crying and sobbing are cut off as I seal my lips. Just her tiny soles sticking out and then not even that as I slurp them in. Being paralyzed, she won’t wriggle around. Not even when I suck on her. And when her flavor was gone, I tilted my head back and let gravity do the rest. Like the others, she slipped down my throat effortlessly like a raw oyster. I finish off the bowl of wine and relax patting my stomach. I let out a huge belch and I swear there was a tiny scream in it. “They won’t be helping the enemy anymore Alan. Not anymore” I muttered as sleep takes over.

June 13, 1974
Northern Cambodia

I wake up as the damn sun is blinding me. Fucking head is pounding. I stagger to my feet and walk outside to piss. Its dead quiet outside. And for a moment I wonder why until it comes back to me what I did. My already upset stomach keels and I puke. Bones, tiny bones, tiny little skulls. And then I remember Alan in the temple. My anger slowly comes back, and I kick dirt over the puke. The only burial I’ll give em’. If I can’t bring him back alive, at least I can bring his body back for a proper funeral. I make my way back to the temple and there he is. But there’s more. Now with sunlight in it, I can see steps leading down to the side. Probably where the asshole that hit me with the butt of his rifle came from. But there’s more, I can hear voices. I go down the stairs ready to finish off the rest of them. Shrink their fucking asses to the size of ants. And what I see, what I find will forever haunt me. Men and children locked in a cage. Then I remember what Alan muttered before he died. “They’re not responsible.”

My god. They weren’t friends with the Cong. The Cong kept the men and children here to make sure the woman cooperated. They were just victims. I ate them, murdered them for no reason. What have I done?! I used a rock to bash the lock off and they come out thanking me. I wish they had killed me. I follow them up the stairs and I pick up Alan’s body. I carry it over my shoulders leaving. I don’t get far when I hear anguished cries. I’m sure they don’t know what happened, but they know something did. Their wives, daughters, mothers, sisters, cousins are gone. Gone and never coming back. I think about it so long I don’t even remember walking back to the jeep. I placed Alan in the back and head back to base. By the time I get back its dark and the MPs are ready to arrest my ass but when they see Alan’s body they put two and two together. The base commander has to order them to put me in cuffs. I sit in solitary for three days before I’m let out. Turns out while I was in, word got around what I did and now I’m some hero. The soldier sneaking off to get his best friend’s body. They uncuff me but now left with a problem. Court martialing a hero fucks with morale and public relations. God knows the folks back home hate this war enough. Everyone on the base looks at me like I’m fucking Captain America. I’m not. Just a crazy murdering bastard that can shrink people. I’m given a deal where I’m honorably discharged and sent home which saves face for everyone.

June 17, 1974
Lucky Dragon Bar Thailand

Phan was more than happy to see me again as word got out I went off to get Alan. Crying and hugging me she made me swear I’d never do something so dangerous again. I told her that was an easy promise to make as I was leaving the military and going home. Poor girl looked utterly heartbroken. “I want you to come with me” I told her as I held her in my arms. It was something we joked about, but it was no joke anymore. She wanted to go with me, I could see it in her eyes. But she was too worried about her father. Part of me just wanted to shrink her and take her with me anyways. Oh… I haven’t told her about that. I spent the night there talking to her and her father. Her father wanted her to go, to have a better life in the States. He laughed saying he’d burn the bar down if she didn’t. It was settled, she was coming with me. Before we slept, I told her what I found in the temple and what it could do. She laughed at me until she found herself a few inches tall. Frightened at first until I kissed her little cheek and held her. She was in awe of me. I liked how that felt. She knew I wanted more than just to talk that night especially then as she took her clothes off. She felt so fragile in my hands. She protested she was sweaty from work as I began kissing and licking her little body. Even so she tasted so good. My cute little Phan cumming as she sat on my tongue. I could just slurp her in and swallow her. I…I really thought about it. How could I forget what I did? I dared not tell her. “Hey Phan, you should know your boyfriend shrunk and devoured every young woman in a village the other day”.

I can’t tell her ever and I can’t forgive myself for not doing do. Add that to the list I find myself I suddenly making. She naturally curious about how big my dick is to her now and I laugh at her shocked expression. Phan goes to town on it. Riding it, hugging it, kissing and licking it, even giving me a footjob with those tiny feet. My cutie isn’t a bit mad when I cum all over her. I realize seeing coated in semen from head to toe laughing how much I love her. Maybe, maybe if I have her by my side I can come to terms with what I did. A quiet life in Stamford fixing cars like dad taught me. Phan pumping out a kid or two. Leave this war, leave this godforsaken place behind. As for the Coin. I decided to take it with me. No sense just tossing it away with the kind of power it has. Besides, me and Phan can use it to have fun now and then.

“Great. Just great. If I didn’t have enough evidence that grandpa was fucked up, now I do. Thanks Ora for the backstory. Now we see how screwed he was” Mike said as the scene froze. “That’s not the point Mike” Kanya said. “Oh? We know how this goes Kanya. Phan’s shrunken skeleton is sitting behind a wall panel in my attic! He couldn’t escape it!” Mike yelled. “It’s not that simple Mike. Did you hear what he said at the end? He hoped Phan could quell his literal demon. He wanted a peaceful life and to reconcile what he did…the curse robbed him of it. Your grandfather was denied something precious that can help break the hold this Asura has on you” Ora said. “And what’s that?” Mike scoffed. “The chance to forgive himself. In many ways, guilt is like water. It can ebb and flow. It can help us seek a better path in small doses or drown us in sorrow. It is a link in the chain that binds you to the Coin. You must forgive yourself for what you’ve done” Ora said. Mike went to touch his grandfather only for his hand to pass through him. “Easier said than done. Kanya’s family is gone. Katie’s life in shambles. And those are just the ones still alive. What in all creation makes you think I’m even deserving of forgiveness?” Mike asked shedding tears. Ora stepped in front of him and collected a falling tear on her finger. “This does. We should all rest for now. Let’s eat something” Ora said ending the joint meditation.

Ora, Kanya, and Katie awoke only to find Mike still in a trance. “Uhh…why’s he still sitting there like that?” Katie asked. “I don’t know” Ora said touching his shoulder. An invisible force threw her hard into the wall. “ORA!” Kanya yelled running over to her. “It’s the Asura! He’s the one behind this!” Ora yelled coughing blood.

“Uhh…guys?” Mike asked seeing himself all alone in the starry astral plane. Suddenly, he caught sight of someone walking towards him. Footsteps echoing into eternity. Mike flinched in shock as the person was revealed. “…the fuck?” he whispered seeing a mirror image of himself standing before him. “Hi Mike. I figured it was time we had a chat. You heard her side. Thought you should hear mine” he said. “Who the fuck are you?!” Mike yelled. “Oh, you know who I am. Search your feelings” he said smiling.

“…the Asura” Mike whispered.

[Giant Keith]

@size_master Cool. Another great chapter, Hope Ora wasn’t hurt too badly, now to hear the demon’s twisted point of view.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 13…The Other Side of the Coin

“I have nothing to say to you” Mike spat. “Oh, come now Michael. It’s not often I have a full conversation with my avatar. I’ve done it probably three times in the last 2000 years. Aren’t you even slightly curious to what I have to say?” the Asura asked. “You’re all liars. Even now you’re lying about your appearance” Mike replied. “Everyone lies Michael. Even those holier than thou Yaksha. As for my appearance, I just chose one you’re familiar with to not frighten you” he replied. “You’re fucking with me to get deeper into my head. I won’t help you so you might as well turn off this meditation or jutsu or whatever the fuck this is” Mike said walking away. “Even if what I have to say depends on your life?” the Asura asked. Mike paused. “You threatening me?” Mike asked. “Oh, by no means Michael. Let’s just say Ora left out a few details concerning spiritual contracts. Now, shall we have a civilized conversation” he asked. “And how do I know you’re not lying?” Mike asked. “Ora told you. In the Astral Plane there are NO lies. Ready for my side of things?” the Asura asked. Mike nodded. The Asura snapped his fingers and Mike found himself in a park. “Stamford park” Mike muttered. “Yes I borrowed this from your memories. I remember this day myself. July 4, 2006. Warm sunny day, picnics, kids playing like you over there. Your grandpa…well he was more interested in some of the women than celebrating your holiday. Come and sit” the Asura said.

Mike sat down at a picnic table looking at his younger self playing with kids. “Where should I begin? Well, might as well tell you what my kind really do. Yaksha make us out to be demons hellbent on death and misery. That we want to destroy or enslave the human race. Pfft…no. The Asura are the other side of an equation that must be balanced. A balance that is lost because of you humans. We Asura balance the scales but that’s not all we’ve chosen to do. Okay, every apex predator on this planet is kept in check by various forces of nature. Prey population, natural resources, diseases to name the most common. You humans are different. You evolve to get around these problems. The standard checks and balances stopped working on you. So we Asura have to, prune the tree so to speak” he said. “You mean killing us off to lower the population” Mike scoffed. “To be blunt yes. We feel responsible for this because in many ways we’re responsible for your progress” he said. “What?” Mike asked. “Long, very long ago we Asura argued with the Yaksha about how to guide humanity. The Yaksha argued order and harmony was best. We argued that conflict, pain, misery, and chaos was best” he said. “Yeah I’ll take order and harmony any day” Mike told him. “Little problem with that Mike. An orderly and harmonious species stagnates. It’ll eventually reach a cultural, technological, and genetic dead end” he said. “Even if I buy that, how would your way be better?” Mike asked. “Progress can arise out of conflict. Technology progresses fastest amidst war. Chaos forces change. And of course, survival of the fittest. Consider the everyday mundane things in your life.”

“The Internet was created from the ARPANET as a communications system that could survive a nuclear war. GPS was created by the military. Satellites wouldn’t even be a thing if it weren’t for Nazi scientists. Then you have medicines like morphine, sulfa drugs, penicillin, and whatnot created because of war. So much of your technological progress in the last 200 years is a result of conflict. And because of that progress, humanity has undergone a population explosion. Your progress threatens the world. So we Asura help stem the tide. If it was left to the Yaksha, you humans would still be using leeches for fevers and wiping your asses with leaves” the Asura said with a slight grin. “You hinted my life was in danger. That Ora lied to me. What do you mean?” Mike asked. “You remember that chain you saw attached to your chest? As she said, that’s the connection our contract has. Ora would have you believe that breaking the bond is as simple as snapping that chain with her bullshit therapy sessions. Well, truthfully changes in your personality would sever our contract. However, that chain is deeply anchored in your soul. Breaking it would kill you or at best put you in a permanent coma. A meat puppet with a broken shattered soul. After all, that’s what killed your grandfather” the Asura said nonchalantly. “You killed my grandfather?!” Mike yelled. “No, he killed himself. While you were away in the Army, your grandfather went to great lengths to not shrink and torture girls. At one point he went two whole years” he said. “While you screamed in his mind to do it no doubt” Mike hissed. “Hey, our kind literally feed off that shit. Not everyone can live off of cheeseburgers, pizza, beer, and weed like you. Anyway, during a drinking binge and crying over your mother’s grave, he realized you would one day find out his secrets. And to avoid a repeat of your mother decided to get help. Care to guess who helped him? I’ll give you a hint. It rhymes with Ora” the Asura whispered smirking.

Mike sat there stunned beyond belief. “Didn’t you find it strange she knew exactly what buttons to press? How to go about precisely helping you? Contracts and those that make them, are all unique. She wasn’t even shocked you showing up at her door with an artifact. It’s because she did it before with your grandpa. She never told you any of this. Doesn’t sound like someone I’d trust” the Asura said. “But she said she knew my problems because of the Astral Plane, her spiritual sight” Mike muttered. “The Astral Plane is capable of great things such as revealing hidden emotions, but it cannot reveal the causes behind them. She let you draw your own conclusions using your memories like a fake Coney Island psychic” the Asura said smiling. Mike’s heart was pounding. His breathing deeper. “Good, embrace it” the Asura muttered. Mike glared at him. “The anger. Embrace it because angry GETS SHIT DONE” the Asura said excited. The Asura stood up and sat next to him. “If you embrace my power. Concede that you’re my avatar, I’ll grant you more power than just shrinking magics and a healthy body. Immortality. Mind control. Psychokinesis. Lightning. Real fucking power!” the Asura yelled. “Promise Katie and Kanya won’t fall under your gaze and you got a fucking deal” Mike hissed. “DONE” the Asura said with a booming voice. The sky in the scenery grew stormy. The wind picked up. Lightning crackled overhead as they shook on it.

“He looks like he’s coming out of it” Kanya said looking up at the giant. “Get back! His aura shifted!” Ora yelled having the two shrunken girls on the floor scoot back a few feet. Mike focused his eyes and stretched his neck. “Michael?” Ora asked wary floating in front of him. His eyes narrowed on her. “You lied to me” he said coldly. “Lied? What…what are you talking about?” Ora asked. “You…fucking…lied to me!” Mike yelled. “The Asura…whatever he told you was a lie” Ora said. “We were on the Astral Plane. You yourself said lies don’t exist there” he said slowly standing up. “Mike what’s going on?!” Katie yelled. “This half-truth selling bitch lied to me. Her ability to break the contract the Coin has on me was true but what she conveniently left out was doing so would most likely kill me. Ain’t that right Ora?” Mike asked. Ora saw his aura grow darker, but more troubling was the magics she sensed in him earlier had grown considerably stronger.“Is this true Ora?” Katie asked. Ora didn’t answer. “You bet your M&M sized ass it’s true. Not only that, but she’s also the main reason my grandfather is dead. She helped him break his contract and it killed him. That’s why you weren’t shocked at all when I showed up here for the first time. You already knew about the Coin. That my grandfather had a grandson. Also explains why the Asura shouted in my goddamned head to squash you. He knew how big a threat you truly were” Mike said coldly. He suddenly grabbed Ora as she hovered in the air. Instinctively, she began to use her magic to strike him down or at least let her go. “No bitch” Mike hissed as he commanded lightning to course though his hand painfully shocking Ora. She cried out and went limp. If it wasn’t for her near immortal body and natural inborn magic defenses, she would’ve been electrocuted.

“How did you learn about him? He come to you? You went to him?” Mike asked flicking her in the face with his giant finger. “I was meditating when a blip of shrinking magic registered in the Astral Plane. A freak chance really it happened when it did. It led me to him. When I found him he was a broken shell of a man and wanted to be free. It took nearly a year and a half before he was ready to be freed but he did it himself all alone in the end. Try as I could, I couldn’t find the Coin. But…but I knew…”

“You knew he had a grandson which would find it for you and make a contract of his own. Then all you had to do was bring me here and making sure the contract is broken here you could finally contain the Coin. Me ending up at the only Buddhist temple with someone that could point me your way wasn’t coincidence was it? WAS IT?!” Mike shouted squeezing her until a rib broke. “No, it wasn’t. My son cast a weak persuasion spell on you when you neared it” Ora whimpered. “With all your talk, you’re no better than the Asura” Mike said tossing her away. Mike put his shoes back on, shrunk his grandfather’s diary, and put it in his pocket. “But the curse…” Katie said. "I made a deal, so you and Kanya are immune from it. We’re leaving " Mike said coldly as he plucked up the girls. Mike walked to the front door. “Please…don’t leave. I admit I was wrong not telling you everything, but I truly wish to help you. I was struggling to find a way to save your grandfather at the end. A safe way to finally break the contract but he faced his final fear on his own and broke it himself. If you leave now the way you are, you may never be free of it” she said holding her side. Mike paused. “Please! Don’t give into your anger the way your grandfather did!” Ora yelled crying. “…you cross my path again and I’ll kill you” Mike said with glowing eyes. Ora fluttered down to the floor weeping. “I’m not going” Kanya said softly. Mike looked at her in his right hand. “Suit yourself. Katie?” Mike asked. “I’ll…I’ll stay with you” she whispered. Mike bent down and placed Kanya on the floor. “Look after him” Kanya whispered to Katie. Mike stormed out of the cabin. “This is all my fault. I should’ve told him everything, but I was too scared” Ora said crying. “Is he truly lost?” Kanya asked walking to her. “No, he let me live so some of him remains. But that light in the darkness is now flickering” Ora replied. As Mike drove home, Katie, sitting in the cup holder could see him wiping tears away. She realized he wasn’t just angry. He was hurt from being betrayed…again.

Hours later, Mike was sitting quietly on his sofa watching tv. “We going to talk about what happened?” Katie asked. “There’s nothing to talk about. You heard everything” he replied. “Is this what you really want in life? Shrinking and torturing innocent girls?” Katie asked. “…no” he replied softly. Mike stood up and grabbed his keys. “Where are you going?” she asked nervous. “I’m in the mood for hot wings” he said. “Are you going to…hurt another girl?” Katie asked. “It’s just wings dammit!” Mike yelled slamming the door behind him. Mike drove to Hartford which was about 35 minutes or so away. It gave him a little bit of time to really think on what he bargained for. It was true that it wasn’t what he wanted but seeing how freedom meant death, he saw little choice in the matter. The silver lining to him was at least if he went into withdrawals, Katie and Kanya would not be a target. He parked at Joe’s Wings and Beer. Best wings in town but the crowd left something to be desired. Biker gangs took it over so by no means was it a family diner. Think Buffalo Wild Wings with more felonies, tattoos, and fistfights. Mike walked in and it was like a cliche record scratch. Everyone paused at the strait-laced guy walking in. Mike sat at the bar table. “30 hot wings. Heavy on the sauce. To go. Meantime a beer on tap” Mike ordered. The bartender, wary of how others looked at Mike, served him up. A few minutes passed as Mike sipped his beer.

“You lost or something?” someone asked behind him. Mike turned around to find a rather large man in classic biker outfit staring at him. “Not really” Mike replied quietly. “Figured you might be as this is for Bikers. Diablos Bikers” he said pointing to a patch of the devil on the back of his jacket. “Thought this was a free country” Mike said sipping his beer. “Friend of yours baby?” a woman in her mid-20’s asked feeling his right shoulder. Dressed in a shirt too tight, chubby, way too much makeup, with boots to her shins. Mike found her unappealing. “Just saying he might want to find another place to drink” the man replied. “Look pal. I just want a beer while I wait for my wings. I’ll be out in 10 minutes. I don’t want trouble from you…or her” Mike said scrutinizing the man’s woman. “You got a problem with my wife?” the man asked catching Mike’s tone. Mike sighed. The man slapped the beer out of his hand sending its shattering onto the floor. “Now Lou, we don’t want no trouble” the bartender said. “Ain’t no trouble if this cockwart apologizes then fucks out of here” the man said. Mike stared at the spilled beer and broken glass on the floor. “I just wanted a fucking beer and wings” Mike hissed. “Tell me something…Lou was it? When you fuck her, is it like throwing a hotdog down a hallway? I mean does she even still have tread on the tire?” Mike asked smirking. “You motherfucker!” the man yelled throwing a punch.

Mike caught his fist and instantly fired off a lightning spell making the man scream as if being hit with a taser. The others went to get up. “You ain’t seen shit!” Mike yelled hitting them all with a mind control spell. All of them sat where they were talking and drinking once more as if nothing happened. Mike turned his attention to the woman who was too shocked to move. Mike grinned as he shrunk her where she stood to three inches tall. Getting off his barstool, Mike plucked her off the floor. Unconscious as expected, she just flopped around in his grip. “Get your ass up” Mike commanded Lou. Lou weakly stood up. Mike immediately placed him under his control. “No matter where I go there’s people like you. People that think they’re King Shit because they rule their sandbox. Well guess what Lou? I’m the new kid that just kicked sand in your fucking face telling you your “power” ain’t shit. And to prove my point, you’re going to eat your wife” Mike said with burning eyes. “One moment. Last thing I want is you to choke. Let’s get these ho ass starter kit clothes off little lady” Mike said tearing the shrunken clothes off his now tiny wife. Took him a moment with her boots and socks. Now with her naked, Mike focused back on Lou. “Open wide” he commanded. Lou opened his mouth and Mike placed his shrunken wife headfirst inside.

“Close your mouth and savor her flavor. Act like she’s the most flavorful piece of steak you ever fucking ate” he said. Lou sucked and ran his tongue all over her as he quietly moaned. Her tiny bare feet sticking out between his lips moving about as his giant tongue batted her around. “Good. Work up some saliva and swallow her” Mike said. Lou paused and slurped her in. Then he swallowed. Mike watched as the bulge passed down his throat disappearing past his collarbone. “You won’t remember a thing about tonight except in your nightmares. Let it drive you fucking crazy” Mike hissed as he sat back down. Mike dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “Your wings are up sir” the bartender said giving him the bag. “On you right?” Mike asked with glowing eyes. “Y…yes sir. On the house” the bartender stammered. Mike left and got into his car.

“Well now. It seems you’re enjoying your new powers quite well” the Asura said. “Let’s get something straight. I’m not your ride or die murder buddy. We do this it’s going to be my way. You’ll get your tributes, but I call the shots” Mike said starting the car. “Whatever you say Michael. Whatever you say…” the Asura said softly.

At the moment, the tiniest crack in the Coin formed…

[Giant Keith]

@size_master Wow seems the Asura is about a step closer to getting free of the coin with a crack, and Ora should of told Mike the whole truth in the first place, Mike thinks he has full control, but it seems to be another trick to get the Asura his freedom. Again great writing, love the plot twists, and turns.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 14…Collecting Ladybugs

Three weeks had passed since the day Mike made his Faustian bargain with the Asura. Three weeks since the incident at Joe’s Wings. In that time, Mike had been searching for a way to uphold his end of the deal while not trying to hunt girls he found “innocent”. However, his definition was Draconian at best. The other day by chance he stumbled upon an article about a prison transport for a semi-famous woman who murdered her husband for an insurance payout…again. She was a black widow and not the sexy Marvel kind. But what really caught his attention was she would be transported with 12 other prisoners. Mike figured if he could somehow capture them all, he could subsist off them for months. But such a thing wouldn’t be easy and surely garner attention. So Mike began to plan, and plan, and plan. He decided on faking a deadly bus accident was best. Going back to when he murdered Katie’s old friends, the best idea would be to severely damage the shrunken bus and toss it into a river. But unlike last time, timing was critical. A prison bus wasn’t just easy pickings.

He agreed to himself that if it was under escort he’d call it off. Now for another matter, containing 13 shrunken women. “What’re you up to?” Katie asked breaking his concentration startling him. “Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you” she said. “No, I needed a break. I was planning on kidnapping a bunch of female prisoners” he said flatly. Katie was beyond being shocked by him by this point. “Won’t that be noticed?” she asked. “Hence the planning. What’s really on your mind?” he asked. “Just lonely is all” she shrugged sitting on the sofa next to him. “I have been…preoccupied” he said picking her up. His giant lips kissed her cheek. “You think I made the wrong choice don’t you?” he asked. “I think you sacrificed your happiness in a fit of anger” she replied. “At one time, I did consider suicide to…to protect you and Kanya but having you in my life, I don’t want it to end. This way I can have some semblance of a life with you” he said quietly. He put her back down, got up, and grabbed his keys. “Need to run some errands. I should be back within the hour" he said leaving her.

Mike drove into town and made his first stop at an old hobby shop. The old shop sold model trains, cars, gunpla models, tiny buildings, doll houses, and even doll clothes of varying sizes. He knew of the place as his grandfather took him now and then to buy something. The bell dinged as he opened the door. The place smelled of old memories. Mike wondered once or twice why his grandfather had a tab here. He didn’t exactly play with models of any kind. But today, Mike realized this place would be very convenient for someone who shrunk people…like him. Mike picked out a few very intricate buildings that could fit in his hands, some cheap dollhouse beds made of plastic, and a few sets of clothing for Katie. All in all, it came to just under $200. A good investment for what he had planned. Now he was off to the pet’s store.

A small, franchised store in town that one could buy the expected pets of your choice. Dogs, cats, birds, even snakes. And a little groomer room one could pamper your pet. “Looking for a cute puppy or kitty?” a young woman asked as he entered the door. Mike found her reasonably cute. Her name tag said Hanna and appeared fresh out of high school. Mike was sorely tempted to shrink her and just take her home, but Mike was trying something different out. Shrinking those that deserved it. Part of him hoped she would show herself to be a bitch or at least an annoying Karen to justify it. “No, not today. Shopping for a terrarium” Mike replied. “Let’s see what we have to offer shall we?” she said leading him to the back. As they walked, he heard a woman cursing from the groomer room. Then what sounded like a painful yelp of a dog. “Bet your ass will keep still now” the voice said. Mike stopped as his view went into the room. Woman in her late 20’s was squeezing a dog’s leg hard trying to clip his nails. He found he could read her aura. It damn near looked like smog to him. “This way?” Hanna asked. Mike quietly nodded and followed. She took him to the reptile section. Turtles, snakes, lizards in their different terrariums. “Not your thing?” Mike asked seeing her tense. “Not quite” she giggled. Mike picked up a small lizard and held it. She flinched. “Maybe pretend he can speak with a British accent? Hello Hanna, may I interest you in car insurance?” Mike said with a fake accent. Hanna laughed and made a squeak as he placed the lizard on her arm. “Reptiles get a bad rap but many of them are totally harmless and are important to the ecosystem. They help keep the vermin population down. Speaking of which…I’ll be right back” he told her hearing more cursing.

“Shut your goddamn whining!” the woman yelled hitting the dog. Mike stood in the doorway. As he stood in the doorway, he fired off a cluster of small well placed lightning spells frying the cameras. “People that abuse animals are the same as those that abuse kids. Inflicting pain on those that only wish to love you. Weak, defenseless, knowing they can’t stop you. Don’t get me wrong, I abuse women but at least they have a some kind of choice when it comes to submitting” he said coldly holding the Coin in his pocket. “Who the fuck…” she said before Mike shrunk her down to four inches. “You okay buddy?” Mike said petting the dog. He picked her up and for a moment considered feeding her to the dog, but he had a better idea. He casually walked back to where he left Hanna. Mike placed her under a mind control spell for the moment. “Sorry Hanna, had to take care of something that irked me. Going back to reptiles, like I said they help reduce the vermin population. Case in point” he said opening the top of a terrarium with a baby Python inside. He tore off the woman’s clothing as she stayed unconscious. With a small jolt of electricity, he woke her before dropping her in the case.

She panicked seeing a giant and a very familiar giantess peering down on her. “Hanna! Hanna help me!” she screamed. Mike was curious as he could sense almost glee in Hanna. Fear and awe but definitely glee rising within her. Mike eased his hold on her. "You always were a bitch Janice. Giving me double shifts at the last second, me covering for you when you hurt customers pets. “Look behind you” she said. The woman Janice turned around to see the python moving towards her. It’s forked tongue taking in her scent. Sensing heat from prey it approached. To Janice it might as well have been a monster from Greek legend. The Python, the shrunken human was just another mouse. An oddly smelling one. Janice frantically beat her fists on the plastic wall begging and screaming for help. Then, the crackle of wood chips behind her caused her to stop. She turned around as the python rose above her.

Janice looking up sobbing as it came down upon her. Its jaws enveloped her head right to her bare tits. It lifted her off her feet and began to unhinge its jaws pulling the struggling woman inside. Slowly, slowly it pulled her in until only her thrashing legs were exposed. Another minute and they were gone. It closed its mouth and the last the world saw of Janice was her little toes. The snake lied down as a human shaped bulge made its way down its body. With no air, Janice began to suffocate. Thrashing and then convulsing. Then nothing. “How long does it take to digest a mouse?” Mike asked. “Three days, two if it’s not too hairy” Hanna replied with a grin. “Two days to digest a shrunken woman it is then. Learn something new every day. Make sure you clean up what’s left” Mike said. “About that terrarium?” she asked. “How silly of me. I forgot. One about a foot in length and three feet width” he replied. Hanna nodded and fetched one matching what he needed. Mike left a happy customer and Hanna apparently the new manager of the store. Mike made a mental note of Hanna. Even with the usual forget command, something about her demeanor made Mike think part of her did remember anyways…and she liked it.

Back at home…

“Kill anyone this time?” Katie asked as he carried his stuff in. “Only one but I assure you she deserved it. She beat dogs until they howled in pain” Mike replied as he carried the stuff down to the basement. Mike didn’t bother with the basement as it stored what was too large, unimportant, and bulky to be placed in the attic. Christmas tree, boxes of ornaments. Old clothing. Things you would expect in a dark dingy basement. Before, Mike forbid Katie and Kanya to explore it as even he wasn’t he wasn’t sure how safe it was for them. He set the things down and pulled out the folding card table. Then he set the terrarium on it. Over the course of the day, he built his makeshift prison. A half inch of dirt filling the bottom. Compacted flat and allowed to dry. Then he placed the buildings, the prisoners barracks. Next the beds as he popped their removable roofs off. Then gluing small LED lights to the ceilings for light. By afternoon, Mike had begun planting tiny plants in the terrarium like clovers and lavenders for a weak source of clean fresh oxygen. By nightfall, Mike had left and returned with two port o pottys shrunk and stolen from a construction site. Before bed, he showed it to Katie. “Whoa. You really put some thought into this. They even got a place to piss and shit” she said. “And tomorrow public bathing, laundry, and drinking water” he said. “When are you doing this?” she asked. “Tomorrow night. They’re transporting them at night” he replied carrying her upstairs.

Mike perfected his prison. By that afternoon with two small shallow bowls for bathing and laundry and bottle caps for drinking water. All he needed now was some shrunken prisoners. At sundown, Mike left and headed down 95 highway towards the town of Guilford. The prison bus heading towards New Haven would most likely take the less traffic route of Route 1. One would wonder how Mike would know such things. Truth of it is, back in the Army, convoys would usually do the same things for the same reasons. You don’t change what works. Mike parked his car on the side of the road, just before the Ipswich bridge, and turned on his hazard lights. Now he just had to wait. “Interesting plan of yours” the Asura said. Mike said nothing. Just a little past 9pm, the bus’s headlights came into view. He could hear the Diesel engine going as it approached. Tractor trailers wouldn’t be taking this road over the highway, so he knew this was it. Now came the risky part.

Mike stood in the middle of the road trying to flag down the bus. His smile growing seeing no patrol cars with it. The bus came to a halt and an officer stepped out of the bus with a shotgun. “You need to move out of the middle of the road sir!” the officer said. “Just a moment sir” Mike said grinning as he suddenly shrunk the bus to 3 and a half inches in length making anyone inside a half inch tall and now unconscious. The officer heard something and turned around. Mike then shrunk the man to an inch in height. He plucked him up and carried him to side of the bridge. “Ready for your first physics lesson Asura? The river below is 57 feet down and a normal sized person jumping or falling off would die. However, someone his size would survive. The reason is his shrunken body would hit terminal velocity within a second. But if I put some speed into his fall like so and then unshrink him…” Mike said throwing the shrunken man down as hard as he could and then willing him back to normal size. The man hit the water with a sickening splash and didn’t resurface. Mike then picked up the bus and carried it to the car. Using his car key, he broke the windshield, tore open the roof, and began plucking prisoner after shrunken female prisoner out. “Interesting. More than what was reported” he muttered counting not 13 but 21 of them. Mike figured this would work in his favor however.

Weeding out the older, unattractive ones, he left them inside along with another officer and the driver. Now having collected who he wanted, it was time to cover his crime. Mike walked back with the bus with 8 prisoners plus the two still inside. “You going to drop them too?” the Asura asked. “You’re close. Physics lesson number two. An object in motion will stay in motion unless a net force acts on it. You saw that already with the cop. Now here’s the cool part. If I throw this shrunken bus at 55 mph, even if I unshrink it, it will still be moving through the air at 55 mph even if the mass changes. Observe” he said. Mike threw the bus right at the guardrail and unshrunk it immediately. The 35 ft. bus slammed into the guardrail hard smashing right through it. The bus plummeted below into the deep river water. “Of course they’ll find it, but with the damage and the bodies conclude everyone was killed. They’ll search for the missing anyways, but they’ll give up soon enough” Mike said coldly walking back to the car. He started it, turned off the hazard lights, and drove home.

Katie was very eager to see him as he returned worried if something would happen. She had mixed feelings about his success. Mike immediately carried the box of prisoners downstairs and one by one with a very fine permanent marker, numbered them 1 through 13. “No sense in learning their names” he chuckled. After that he placed them in the terrarium and filled the caps with drinking water. Now he would just wait until tomorrow to begin his sick games. While in bed, Katie asked him a question. “Mike, if a wanted to build a life with you, I mean a real life, would you with me?” she asked. “You mean like marry you? I’m not the marrying kind if you hadn’t noticed” he replied. “Haven’t you even thought about it once?” she asked. “Well yeah but if you were paying attention, marriages don’t exactly work in my family. Almost like the men are cursed” he chuckled. “Not even me?” she asked. Mike didn’t answer. Katie rolled away from him and began crying softly taking his silence as no. “You would want us to bring a child into this? Seriously?” Mike asked. Katie turned to look at him. “Absolutely not” he said coldly. “THEN YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE CUM INSIDE ME!” she screamed. “Then I won’t” he said sharply. “Too little too late for that” she muttered. Mike picked her up and placed her on his chest. “Why do you say that?” he asked. “My period is a week late. I…I think I’m pregnant” she stammered. She saw wide eyed terror in his eyes. “Oh my god…oh my god…” he muttered. He rubbed his finger on her bare belly. Katie saw something she never seen him do before. Mike had a panic attack. “I can’t expose the baby to this…I can’t…” he said gasping. “Calm down! Take deep breaths” she said. Mike did and slowly calmed down. “We don’t even know yet. I just might be late is all” she said. “And if not?” he asked. “I do want a baby and I understand your concerns…I…”

“We’ll figure it out if it comes. That’s all we can hope for right now” he said softly. She crawled to his face and kissed his lips. “I guess I should unshrink you. God knows what stress on the baby would be you climbing and whatnot” he said. “I’ll be fine for now. Besides, I like being tiny around you. So weak and helpless” she said giggling. Mike used his fingers to tug her panties and night grown off. He took a sensual lick of her body before spreading her legs. Mike was gentle as he sucked her tiny pussy. Katie rubbed her wet little cunt against his tongue until she shuddered and came. He laid her back down and covered her with the bedsheets. He stayed awake petting her small bare ass until she fell asleep. Mike stayed awake worried about bringing a baby into his chaos. “Do I even have the right to be a father?” he asked himself deep into the night.

The next morning…

Deeply curious about what Mike was doing, Katie tagged along as he carried her with some bit of food down to the basement. “Good morning my little prisoners!” Mike yelled as he sat down before the terrarium. Before that moment, they had been running their hands along the expansive clear walls of the terrarium. Now seeing a massive giant, they scrambled to the center. Mike scraped some scrambled egg and pieces of bacon into the terrarium. Only a few raced over to eat it. “Oh, I assure you it’s not poisoned or anything. After you eat I’ll begin explaining what’s going on” he told them. Mike gave them 15 minutes to eat. During that time all kept their gaze on him. “Okay, let’s begin. First off, no this is not a dream and no you didn’t die and was sent to Hell. This is all very real. Two, yes you were shrunk. By me obviously” he said. “Why?” one shouted. Mike peered down like a god scrutinizing of his soon to be worshippers. He recognized her as the Black Widow from the news. Again, not the sexy Marvel one.

“For reasons only I need to know” he replied. “And her?” she asked looking at the mini giantess Katie. “My girlfriend” he replied. “Look asshole, whatever this is the cops are going to find you. You think a bunch of us going missing won’t get noticed?” she asked. “Oh, I planned on it. I seriously doubt they’ll come here specifically looking for ladybug sized prisoners. Maybe I should call you ladybugs from now on. Get it because you’re ladies the size of bugs now” Mike chuckled. Katie snickered but the others didn’t find it amusing. “Fuck you!” she shouted with a few others in tow. “You must be the alpha bitch in this pack. Well congrats, you’re about to become an example” he said suddenly plucking her up between his fingers. It took a bit of concentration not to crush her squirming body. Mike placed her on the table. “Figures, you’re number 13” he chuckled before getting up and looking for something. “You see, being that small probably screws with visual perspective. To show you how small and pathetic you all are…” he said dropping something on the table. It was an ordinary dime. Mike placed her next to it. As you can all see you’re pretty tiny. Bet you can’t even lift that" he said. The woman stood on top of it. “Whatever you got planned we ain’t doing it. Bigger…hehe…men than you have tried. Ain’t that right girls?” she asked. This time the other prisoners didn’t cheer with her. “Girls?” she asked. “Read up on you. Murdered three of your husbands for insurance money. First one by sabotaging his asthma inhaler. Second by allergic reaction. The third burned down the house. Killed his two kids in the last one. Got sentenced to death which is why you were being transferred. Let’s get something straight for every one of you tiny shits. I ain’t your correction officer, I ain’t your prison warden. I’m your FUCKING GOD” he said coldly plucking the woman up. He placed her on the tip of his finger and brought her close to the wall of the terrarium. “Since you were supposed to be executed, I don’t think society should be cheated out of it. Ever hear of the expression “ride the lightning”? Ride the lightning ladybug” Mike said coldly as he fired off a small but deadly to her continuous burst of lightning. She didn’t scream. She gripped his fingertip with her hands and ankles tighter. “Holy shit. You’d think she’d fall of or jump or something” Katie said watching the static electric looking spark from his fingertip.

“She can’t. Electrocution is a motherfucker. A little small current like a shock from a wall outlet will make you jump and knock you back but real current like this here fucks with your nervous system making your muscles just lock up. The victim literally grasps harder because of it. Ohh…” Mike said ending his lesson as the tiny woman caught on fire. She dropped to the table smoking like a burnt-up match head. “Reminds me of the time I forgot about a hotdog on the grill. Anyway, hopefully that’s the last outburst of rebellion from you little bugs. Now on to the important stuff. What’s going to happen to you all. Have any of you seen Squid Game?” he asked. One broke down crying. “Apparently she has. For those that haven’t you’re all going to participate in a series of challenges. For the first few, you’ll be in teams of six. You get to pick your teammates. Now before you scout out the beefy bitches around you not all the challenges are physical. Some require some thinking, so I suggest you pick some smart girls to balance your teams. The losing team of a challenge gets shrunk even smaller and end up being the playthings of the other team for the week. Also, the losing team votes on who was the worst player among them. The one voted worst dies. Now I know what you might be thinking. That’ll all this will go on until you’re all dead. Nope. Here’s the carrot on the stick. You get to go free. The final winner gets to leave full size. With some of you serving life sentences, I bet that sounds good right?” Mike said finishing up. The shrunk prisoners looked at one another. A few nodded. “Great. I’ll see you all later. In the meantime, pick your teammates and may the odds be in your favor” Mike said laughing. Mike picked up Katie and carried her back upstairs. Mike sat in the sofa quietly. “Now do you understand my concern about having a kid? You get it now?” he asked her. “That woman…” Katie muttered. “Was evil. Did she deserve to die that way I’m in no right mind to judge. I’m the worst kind of hypocrite. A hypocrite with power” he whispered.

Meanwhile…

“We’ve been at this for three weeks! What you’re asking for is impossible!” Kanya yelled. “No, it is possible. All those that carry even a drop of Yaksha blood are capable of magic. You already know you have the ability of aura sight. If Michael is to be saved, it will take more than me to do it. It will take someone he trusts, someone he loves. Someone with magic” Ora told her. “So you said before, but you also said that meditation can unlock my magic. My tiny ass has been sitting here meditating day in and day out for three weeks and nothing’s come of it” Kanya said. “Those of mixed blood come into their magic in different ways. Some it’s there at birth like me. Others it comes during puberty. Some even as they lose their virginity. And for the others…” Ora sighed growing to human size. She picked Kanya up. Ora petted her for a moment. Kanya grew anxious as Ora had a sad look upon her. “And others what?” Kanya asked. Ora began pulling off Kanya’s clothing. “What…what’re you doing?!” Kanya yelled. Ora held the now nude Kanya over her head. “And for the others, it comes on the verge of death” she replied opening her mouth. “Ora…Ora stop! DON’T EAT ME! ORAAAAAA!” Kanya screamed as she was lowered into her mouth. Ora closed her mouth trapping her inside and with a loud gulp sent her down into her stomach. Kanya landed with a splash surrounded by darkness and foul barely breathable air. “Ora let me out! LET ME OUT!” Kanya screamed battering her fists on the stomach walls.

The stomach acids very slowly began to rise sensing a morsel to be digested. Ora patted her tummy feeling Kanya struggling inside. “I pray to the gods you succeed Kanya. If not, it is a less cruel end than what would come when fate sends you his way unprepared” she said whispering.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 15…Let the Games Begin

After the allotted time, Mike and Katie returned to the basement this time holding a chess set. “Alright my little ladybugs. Have you all picked your teams?” he asked. As if anticipating his next command, they visually separated into two groups of six. Closely inspecting them, some that didn’t cringe as the giant got closer, showed signs of a scuffle. Mike chuckled seeing that the selection wasn’t unanimously agreed on. Mike began setting up the chessboard. Once he was done, he lowered his hand into the terrarium. “Group one get in my hand” he said. Nervous and frightened, they obeyed. Seeing the swirls in his flesh made them realize how tiny they were. Six adult women picked up effortlessly like bugs. Mike moved slowly for them and set his hand down on the table. “Now hop off” he said. They did as told. He repeated the process for the next group. “As you probably guessed, you all are going to play a game of chess. The rules are almost the same as a normal game of chess. One exception though. You won’t be picking up the pieces. You’ll be pushing them with you whole body” he said. “That’s not fair! Even that pawn must weight 700 lbs. easy!” one shouted. Mike looked upon her and she immediately regretted opening her mouth. “You have a point ladybug #7” he said before shrinking the board and pieces to 1/4 its size. Now it’s just 175 lbs. for you. If a piece falls, I’ll pluck it up for you. It goes without saying stamina as well as brains will be required for this. There will be a one-hour time limit. Once time is up, the side with the lowest number of points loses" he said. “Ladybug #7. Call it in the air” he said dropping a dime on the table. “Heads” she squeaked. The dime landed close to them knocking the shortest weakest ones on their teeny, little asses. “Heads it is. What color?” he asked. “White” she replied. Mike pulled his phone out. “And begin!” he said starting the timer.

Mike watched as they started off with pawn G2 to G4. Two of the ladybugs shoved the pawn to the location. The black team countered with the same. Mike scooted back with Katie to allow the ladybugs to play without him leering over them. “That’s a good strategy” Mike muttered watching black team. “You play chess?” Katie asked. “Not for a while but it’s not the game I was talking about. Two of them push the piece and then trade off to rest. Playing chess is one thing, shrunk down and forced to move the pieces like that is another. It discourages you from using long range moves like bishops and rooks. Then again, it’s pretty hard to win without them” Mike replied watching with a grin. White knight took pawn and Mike plucked it away startling one of the players. His words about those that lose once again fresh in her mind. She scrambled back yelling at one of them. Apparently the one giving the moves. They argued and the one giving the moves was slapped. “Tick tock ladies” Mike warned. The ladybugs now moved the bishop from C8 to C7. White knight takes another pawn. Black bishop takes a pawn. White team rallies with four ladybugs pushing their bishop across the board taking the black bishop. Mike watches grinning knowing the outcome.

15 minutes later…

“No…no please…” one of the ladybugs of black team begs as the entire white team pushing the Queen into position. “CHECKMATE!” they yelled. “And the winner with 11 minutes left is the white team! White team, please board my hand to return to your home” Mike said. Their happiness at winning was shadowed by the reminder of their circumstances. "Please vote on the MVP of your team today as he dropped them back inside. “As for the back team, vote on the one you consider the reason you lost. You have 10 minutes” Mike said. Mike and Katie watched as they squabbled until they singled out one. “Her” one said pushing her forward. Mike recognized her as the main one giving out moves. “May I ask why?” he asked. “She told us where to move them. Because of her she lost the game” she replied. “ME?! I told you it was stupid to move that bishop!” the one singled out yelled. “She has a point. You were doing well until you panicked” he said pointing to the one that answered him. “Yeah see?! It wasn’t me!” the tiny young woman squeaked. “But the rules are the rules. I don’t decide, you do. Sorry ladybug #11” Mike sighed growing her to two inches tall. Mike picked her up. “Please don’t eat me. I did my best” she whimpered. Mike petted her with his fingertip. “I know you did so I won’t let you suffer” he whispered now holding her head between his fingers. Mike twisted quickly snapping her neck like a toothpick. Her teammates cringed at the now lifeless body they condemned. Mike tore off her prison clothes until she was naked. Looking at them below, Mike placed her body on his tongue and brought it back into his mouth. They nearly fainted as he swallowed with a loud gulp sending her to his stomach.

“As for the rest of you. Time for your penalty” he said slowly shrinking them even smaller to now a quarter inch tall. Mike had to squint to make out their faces. “Back into my hand” he said coldly. Terrified, they did now holding one another. Mike placed them back in. “Winning team, you may use them for your pleasure if you want. Just don’t kill or injure them. Later this afternoon I’ll return with your food reward and the MVP of your choosing” he said. “What…what do they get?” one asked. “Time outside this box” Mike replied. One or two of the white team grabbed a defeated back team member, who stood pussy high to them now. The screamed as they were carried off. The others seeing this fled, and the white team ran after them. Soon, almost all of them had a ladybug of their own to do with as they pleased.

Meanwhile…

“Come on little one. I’ve protected you long enough” Ora muttered taking her glowing finger off her belly. Kanya had been sitting in her stomach for just over an hour and normally a shrunken person would’ve perished by now. Ora however, had been using her magic to sustain the oxygen inside her tummy as well as keep Kanya’s bare flesh from being dissolved by stomach acids. That just ended. Kanya, who has been sitting down crying, felt the acid levels rising once more. "No…no no! “Let me out! Let me…out” Kanya sobbed kicking her bare feet into the stomach walls. The acids began to make her skin itch. “This is it. I’m gonna die” she whimpered. Kanya reflected on the people in her life. Her parents, brother, grandmother. The boy she had a crush on in seventh grade. Katie…and then Mike. A swirl of emotions began to form thinking of him. How he killed her family. Raped her. Toyed with her. Sent her on this path leading to her death. “Fuck you! FUCK YOU!” she screamed standing up. Her voice almost drowned by Ora’s heartbeat and the gurgling of her stomach. The acids burned her skin now. “Mike…” she whimpered as she remembered his kindness, guilt, self-loathing, the desire to be free…and the sacrifice he made to keep her safe. Her anger and rage transformed into a desire to save him. To love him. “Please…I just want…to see him…again” she said as the stale air made her dizzy. Kanya fell into the stomach acids. Her final wish was to be loved by him one last time.

Kanya felt a hand grasp hers and pull her up. An ethereal light the resembled her stood before her. It smiled briefly before entering her body. Suddenly, she felt a surge of power and rocketed up into Ora’s esophagus and out her mouth. Dizzy and vision blurred, she felt Ora pick her up. “Oh thank the gods!” Ora yelled feeling her throat. Kanya, with her tiny hands, punched Ora in the nose bloodying it, before passing out in her hand. “I deserved that” Ora said holding her nose.

Mike had begun cooking lunch. Humming to himself as he flipped burgers on his pan. “You seem…happier” Katie commented. “I feel better after eating that girl. Our resident Asura was going through withdrawals. Seems like not killing them myself doesn’t pay out as much like if I did” he said. “Sounds like drug addiction” she said. “You’re not far off. Killing them. Eating them. Ending their puny lives gives me a rush. A burst of euphoria that slowly tapers off. And when I go awhile not doing it I get urges and cravings. I look at women on the street as playthings…as prey” he said checking the burgers. “What makes me different?” she asked. “Maybe you’re the first I shrunk? Maybe I got to know you? Or maybe…maybe you still love me even because of this” he replied quietly. Mike finished cooking and quickly fried some fries to go with it. “Time to get our guest” he said leaving her on the table. Mike went to the basement. “Okay. Who’s the MVP of the game?” he asked. Nervously, one stepped forward. “The one giving the moves for you team. Come with me” he said plucking her up. The tiny woman looked up at the giant with a “please don’t eat me” expression as he walked back upstairs. Mike placed her on the table. “Hold still” Mike said slowly growing her to four inches tall. Now larger, Mike got a better look of her. 21 or 22 years old. Biracial apparently with her green eyes and peanut colored skin. Not a bad looking in his opinion. “You’re…not going to eat me right?” she asked. “No ladybug #5. You’re a guest for lunch” he replied serving the food. “Katie could you help our guest?” he asked cutting up the second burger. Katie gestured to her to eat. The young woman pounced on the food devouring it. “Slow down there. Don’t want to choke” Mike said pouring some water into bottle caps. Once he was done, he cut a portion of burger and grabbed a few fries to take to the basement. He dropped the food inside the terrarium where he saw a few of the winning prisoners raping the smaller losing ones. “Don’t mind me. Just serving the winners some better food. You losers can beg for your share” he said smirking before leaving again.

“So, what’s your real name?” Katie asked. “Sarah…Sarah Donovan” she replied wiping the grease from her face. “What you in for?” Mike asked. “Credit card fraud. Sentenced to 15 years” she replied. “Bet you never in your wildest dreams think you’d be shrunk and ended up here” Mike chuckled. “Not really” she muttered. “15 years?” Katie asked. “Well, I did steal about $86,000 before I was caught” Sarah shrugged. Mike watched quietly as Katie and Sarah made awkward small talk. “If you’re done eating, we can watch tv” Mike said. “O…okay” Sarah said. Mike carried them to the sofa and queued up Netflix. “Stranger Things has a season 3 and 4?!” she asked. “Must’ve been away awhile” Mike said. “2019” she replied. Mike shrugged and began playing episode one of season 3. After a few hours, Sarah noticed the giant petting Katie sexually. “That feel good sweetie?” Mike whispered rubbing his finger up and down her panty covered cunt. “Yeah” she sighed. Mike brought her to his face and kissed her. Sarah watched with morbid curiosity as they made out. “Uncomfortable? You can join in if you like” Mike said smirking. “I’m fine! I was just…how does that work?” she asked. “Not rocket science. Hold her steady and lick and suck her tiny pussy. It’s cute how she curls those tiny sexy toes when she cums” Mike replied. “Mike!” Katie yelled. “Well, it is” Mike shrugged. He looked at the clock. “Why don’t we take a bath” Mike said. He fit up and carried them to the bathroom. He ran the tub and sink. “He’s not going to rape me is he?” Sarah asked watching Katie strip. “He teases. If he wanted to, he would be far more straightforward” Katie replied. Sarah’s eyes got huge seeing the biggest dick in her life come into view as Mike took off his boxers.

“Like what you see?” Mike said smirking. Sarah blushed and turned around as she took her prison clothes off. Following Katie, Sarah slipped into the hot water. She sighed as she settled in. “Feels weird in a good way right?” Katie asked. “Yeah it does. Bathing in a sink but it’s the first bath I’ve had in three years” Sarah replied. “Hold still” Katie said soaping her hands to wash Sarah’s hair. “That’s okay I’m fine” Sarah said. “Don’t mind her Sarah. Her friend just moved out and she misses a girl her size” Mike said scrubbing himself. “He means Kanya. I did kinda get attached to her before she moved away” Katie muttered. “What was she like?” Sarah asked. Sarah listened to her talk about Kanya. Sarah returned the favor by washing Katie’s hair and back. Mike finished before they did and let the two soak for a few extra minutes. “Whys he really doing this?” Sarah asked. “That’s complicated. In his heart he really doesn’t want to but certain things kinda made it happen this way” Katie replied. “And that stuff about magic?” she asked. “Very real” Katie replied. “If I had that kind of power…” Sarah muttered. “And?” Katie asked. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t have been a broke bitch sitting in prison. Money and any man or woman I want” Sarah replied. “That’s how it’s starts. Power and control. But like him it came with a cost. The fear your own power turned on people you love” Katie said softly. “What? That magic is some monkey’s paw shit?” Sarah asked. “Something like that” Katie replied. “You ladies done?” Mike asked returning. “Pretty much” Katie shrugged. Mike has them sit on the edge of the sink as he drained the water. “You said any man or woman?” Katie asked. “Yeah I’m bi. That’s not a problem is it?” Sarah asked worried. “No” Katie replied. Mike heard them talking.

“Katie’s very cute isn’t she Sarah?” Mike asked as he tore toilet paper strips. “…yeah” Sarah replied blushing. Mike began to hold Katie in place as he slowly dried her body. Rubbing her little tits, rubbing her pussy until she squirmed. “I don’t think she’s ever been with a girl” he said. “Mike…stop…” Katie groaned. Mike kissed the back of her head. “She’s a precious little thing” he said whispering. Mike handed Katie a dry strip of paper. His finger nudged her closer to Sarah. “Always screwing around” she sighed as she dried off Sarah. Katie paused as she was face to face with Sarah. Sarah leaned in and kissed her. Mike picked them up and carried them both to his bed. With the slightest hypnotic nudge, he had them making out. Sarah broke off her kiss to begin kissing her tits. Katie gasped as Sarah sucked her nipples. Sarah went lower with butterfly kisses down her chest and tummy. She went past her pussy kissing her leg down to her right foot biting her arch. Katie squealed as the shrunken girl sucked her big toe. Sarah went back up, spread her pussy lips and began eating her out. Mike used his finger to raise Sarah’s ass up and leaned in. He nearly sucked her entire ass into his mouth as his tongue licked her cheeks. Sarah moaned into Katie’s pussy as his taste buds tickled her labia.

Mike was rougher with his tongue than Sarah, so she ended up cumming first. Mike drank her dew drops and let go. Katie leaned forward making Sarah stop and pinned her to the bed. Still high off an orgasm, Sarah’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Katie ate her pussy. Mike turned his attention on Katie sucking her legs to the hip into his mouth. Her lean muscular legs sucked on like a Popsicle. Her tiny feet tickled by his tongue. Mike let go and kissed her bare ass and up her back finally ending with the back of her head. Katie let go of Sarah, her mouth slick with pussy juice and began to rub her cunt on Sarah’s. Mike watched contented as both shrunken girls made each other cum. Both exhausted, Mike picked Sarah up. “Guess it’s time you went back” he said. He collected her clothes and handed them to her. Sarah got dressed and once she had, Mike shrunk her back down to a half inch tall. He gestured for her to climb into his hand. “Can we do this again?” she asked. Mike strained to hear her squeaking. “If you win and voted the MVP again” he replied smiling. He carried her back to the terrarium and placed her inside. Seeing she was very much alive, the others bombarded her with questions. They quickly realized she got exceptional treatment just by her smell alone. Sarah made the very questionable decision to tell them everything that happened.

“She was a nice girl” Katie said enjoying her first lesbian sexual hookup. “Very nice but you shouldn’t get attached to her” he said. “You’d still kill her if she’s voted out?” Katie asked mortified. “Not that simple. The others are going to know she got very special treatment tonight. Some might be motivated to do better, and some might be envious enough to fuck her over” he replied. “You knew. You set this up” she said. “I can’t tell the future. It’s on them what they do not me” he scoffed. “But it’s up to you in the end” she said. “…Sarah is a smart girl. I left something in the terrarium that can help her team win the next game…if she realizes it” he said.

Meanwhile…

Kanya awoke to the sound of thunder. She was in a huge bedroom with Ora near her side. Ora’s finger resting on her bare belly. Kanya angrily shoved it away. “You’re awake” Ora said rubbing her eyes. She turned the nightstand lamp on. “No thanks to your ass! You goddamn ate me!” Kanya yelled. “To instinctively force your awakening. I even delayed your succumbing to my stomach for an hour” Ora said. “It doesn’t make it right!” Kanya yelled. “I did what I did to prepare you. Yours and Michaels paths are intertwined. You either die as a weak little human or have a fighting chance as a Yaksha. There is nothing else” Ora said coldly. Kanya moved her body and winced. “Careful. My healing magic fixed the burns to your skin but forcing that much magic out on your first successful attempt takes a physical toll” Ora said. “…thanks” Kanya huffed. “I…I did not wish to do it. I find previous experience making my decisions at the moment” she said. “You did this before?” Kanya asked. “Long ago with my younger sister. She was like you, one not born with magic. I was able to coax her magic out through meditation. With simple magics she could use at the time” she replied. “What is her name?” Kanya asked. “Aina. Her name was Aina” Ora replied. “Was?” Kanya asked. “She died at the hands of an Asura. She was not ready, and I am to blame for that” Ora replied with a whisper. “What happened?” Kanya asked. “It was the spring of 1508 in Siam, now known as southeast Thailand. There were reports of a village in a valley that worshipped an Asura. It was said that one would walk through mist and enter a village of bounty where none wanted for anything. And an Asura was its leader. Asura never do anything for the good of others, so my mother sent me to investigate. As soon as I entered the valley I came across the mist. Immediately I could sense shrinking magics woven into it.”

“I returned with my findings and my mother told me to return to dispel this mist and subdue the Asura. My sister begged to come with me. My mother asked if she was ready. I lied and said yes to not disappoint my sister. Mother said she was in my care. We returned to the valley and as soon as we dispelled the mist, the Asura attacked us. I traded blow for blow with the demon. Strong, powerful, more cunning than most of his kind. I was staggered by an attack. Blinded and deaf by the blast. My sister jumped into the fray and he…he laid her low with a single sky cracking bolt of lightning. My vision returned just as he picked her up by the neck and broke it. She was gone. My anger and rage boiled over and I pummeled the monster not caring about parrying or dodging his attacks. And when he was spent, I sealed him away in a stone which I chucked into a raging river. But my anger had not subsided. With their leader gone, the shrunken villagers turned on me. And I…I…” Ora said sniffling. “I killed them all. I crushed so many under my bare feet they were stained red. Men, women, children crushed flat under my feet like ants. I returned that night to my mother still stained in blood and told her everything. Kanya, of all things in this realm we call life, watching a mother grieve for her dead child is the hardest. And the second? To be exiled from your own home” she said. “They kicked you out because your sister died?” Kanya asked. “No, because in my anger and grief I did not consider something important. The Asura had used his magics to control those villagers. I had slaughtered hundreds of innocents because I lost control. Brought on the death of my sister because I chose to lie instead of the truth. It would not be for four centuries that I would see my mother again. And when I did…it was bittersweet” Ora said softly.

Ora sighed for a moment. “Anyway, back then I swore I’d never send a Yaksha into combat again without adequate training” she said. “Eating me was still kinda far Ora” Kanya muttered. “I will not lose family…never mind” Ora said. “What were you about to say? What about family?” Kanya asked. “Your bloodline is related to mine. One of your ancestors descended from my family. However brief it was, you magics were similar to mine” Ora replied quietly. “So, you’re my great aunt or something?” Kanya asked. “Or something. You need food and rest. I’ll return” Ora said leaving her. Ora stood outside the door wiping tears away as she rejoiced in finding another of her kind, of her family she was forced to give up so long ago. Even though she had a son, he was a monk and an old one at that meaning no children for him. She had resigned herself to be the last of her family. As to her other siblings, that’s a tale for another time.

5 days later…

Mike and Katie returned to the basement around lunchtime. As usual. The shrunken prisoners gazed up at the giant as he changed out their water and emptied their port o pottys. Oddly, while he got rid of the part of the burger that went uneaten days ago, he left a french fry behind. Mike smiled watching the prisoners wash their clothes naked. "Nice tits #6. About time to shave that pussy #1. The giant said squinting down at the ladybugs. It had been a full week since their new imprisonment and any hope of escape was pretty much gone. Not a hint of disobedience either. One particular bug sized woman rubbed her tiny naked body along the glass whenever he appeared. To gain his favor? A thrill of being shrunken so small and helpless? Or maybe just crazy? Mike didn’t know but he did enjoy it. “Teams one and two are to assemble in 15 minutes” he ordered. That gave them enough time to either get dressed, take a piss, whatever. Mike counted down the time. “Time is up. Good…good” he said seeing the groups. Of course one was a member short being killed and eaten days prior. Mike willed the losing team back to a half inch tall matching everyone else. “Time for game number two. And today’s game is…Tug o’ War” Mike said. He leaned down and when he leaned back up held one of his shoestrings. Mike shrunk the foot long shoestring to six inches before tossing it inside. Even shrunk, the shoestring was like industrial grade rope.

“Five minutes to strategize and come up with a plan to win” he said. Now, anyone that has played this game before knows that tugging as hard as you can is only half the battle. You have to know when to tug, how hard, how long, and how to get as much traction as you can. All of them huddled in their respective groups. When they finished, they all took off their shoes making sure they were barefoot. “Won’t their shoes get better traction?” Katie whispered. “Kind of but their teeny, little toes can dig into the ground better. Oh…now isn’t that interesting” Mike said seeing one of stockier ones rubbing her hands on the french fry. Mike drew a line in the dirt with his fingernail. “The rules are simple, whichever team crosses the line loses. Get into position” he said. They all grabbed the shoestring. Once it was taunt…“And begin!” Mike said. Both sides began tugging as hard as they could even with one member down, Team B was holding their own. Team A with Sarah barked orders when to tug harder and then letting the back rest as the front held. Strangely though, Team B still held. Then, it began to happen. Team A was losing ground. Tiny puffs of dust and dirt kicked up as they were dragged closer and closer to the line. And then the worst happened. Sarah stumbled. It caused a cascade from behind with them being pulled well past the line. “Team B is the winner!” Mike declared. Someone from Team A saw something. “She cheated!” she yelled pointing to the stocky one from before.

“I saw it! Your hands! Show your hands bitch!” the woman yelled grabbing the stocky one’s right arm. What she had seen was glints of light falling from her hand like snow. The others from Team A came closer to look for themselves. “Salt?! But from where would…the french fry! You did cheat!” Sarah yelled. “What’s going on?” Katie asked. “She used the salt on the french fry to get better grip on the shoestring. Similar to how some use dirt. Salt is obviously better and it’s not cheating. I left that fry in there on purpose. It’s on you Sarah you didn’t think of that. You didn’t even use the dirt. You got complacent from the last game. Team A…vote on your weakest link” Mike said coldly. It took only a minute for Sarah to be voted. “And the worst player is…Sarah” Mike said before plucking her up. “Mike…Mike please…” Katie begged. “Rules are rules” Mike told her. “Fuck the rules! I like her!” Katie screamed. “Katie…for you I’ll…” Mike was saying until he paused. His eyes began to glow faintly. Sarah was grown to three inches tall and promptly stripped in his hand. “Please don’t do this. The fun, what we had in bed, Katie… I don’t care about freedom. Just don’t kill me…” Sarah wept. Mike’s hand trembled. A single tear fell from his eyes. He pushed the screaming woman passed his lips and began chewing. Sarah’s life ended iPod the third chew. Her screeching abruptly ending. Katie watched in horror as the girl she had begun to befriend was chewed into a pulp before being swallowed like common meat. Mike braced himself as a wave of euphoria, far stronger than normal struck him.

And in his pocket the tiny crack in the Coin grew.

Mike didn’t know how much time passed when he came down from the morbid high he got. When he did, he saw Katie sitting there sobbing. He picked Katie up and took her upstairs. He sat down on the sofa. “Katie…”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” she screamed swatting his hand. Shocked, he let go of her and she fell onto the sofa cushion. She stormed off leaving Mike all alone. “I don’t…and yet I do remember doing it” he muttered. “And I’m glad you did. Her sorrow and pain were magnificent! A five-star dinner if I may say so” the Asura said. “You pushed me. I felt you just…that wasn’t the deal” Mike hissed. “Oh, it very much is. I never canceled the curse my boy. I just shifted the target is all. Kanya and Katie are safe but EVERYONE else is far game” the Asura chuckled.

“You bastard” Mike spat. “Not to sound childish but it takes one to know one Michael. Takes one to know one” he said chuckling.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 16…Cracking Up

She hadn’t spoken to him for days. The smallest worry for her at the time was neither had he tried to speak to her either. The second was his little project of his he’d been working on since yesterday constantly with near manic intensity. And then there was the third worry which was the biggest of all. She had to tell him regardless of what was going on. Katie, who had been avoiding him by staying in the bedroom watching whatever on his iPad, left the bedroom and made her way to the living room where he was. There was Mike working away with a box cutter, craft glue, markers, and cardboard. “What’re you working on now?” she asked. Mike paused his work. “Decided to speak to me again?” he asked. “Can you truly blame me after what you did? You didn’t just kill someone I liked, you did it brutally. Even after I begged you not to you chewed her up” she said. “Would saying sorry make you feel better?” he asked. “You cold hearted bastard. I…I can’t keep doing this with you” she said. “Then go. Pick out your clothes and unshrink them along with you. I’ll erase your memories of us and send you on your way” Mike said coldly. “You’d really do that wouldn’t you?” she whispered. “What do you want from me Katie?!” he yelled. “TO CARE! To tell me to stay! To tell me you love me again…” she whimpered before breaking down crying. Mike picked her up and placed her in his hand.

“I’m pregnant” she told him. “Last time you said that you weren’t sure” he muttered. “Last time I was two weeks late. Now it’s three weeks” she muttered sniffling. Mike quietly nodded. “Katie, I wanted to spare Sarah I really did but I went allowed to” he said. “Your rules…” she was saying before he stopped her. “Had nothing to do with it. You know about the curse that was threatening you and Kanya right? The deal I made to make you two exempt had a…fine print thing going on. In a nutshell, only you two women on the PLANET are exempt. Anyone else is fair game. Anyone” he said. “But what if the baby is a girl?!” she asked. “…I can’t love her. I can’t love any other girl…ever. It would be too dangerous for them” he said. “Oh my god Mike. I didn’t know” she said. “Now you do and now you know why I’ve been cold. Have to practice” he said with a weak smile. She petted his check with her little hand. He held her wrist between his fingers and kissed her hand. “I do love you. Beyond all the weird kinky things I do to you I love you for who you are. Someone who can understand me” he said softly. His kissed her before placing her back on the floor. She sat down near him. “What are you making anyway?” she asked. “A maze” he replied.

Meanwhile…

“Here is fine. Please sit” Ora said placing her on the ground. “In the dirt?” Kanya asked. “Yes the dirt” she replied. Kanya sat down as Ora sat a foot in front of her. “Explain again what we’re doing?” Kanya asked. “While you did unlock your magic ability, you’ve yet to manifest it again. So, to remedy this we need a catalyst. Something to coax your ability to perform magic. In this case we use the natural positive energy of nature” Ora replied. “And me being naked?” Kanya asked. “Being naked makes us easily attuned to the energy around us” Ora replied. “That’s nice and dandy but a four-inch Asian girl on the forest floor is a nice meal for a snake or even the damn mosquitos buzzing around” Kanya said looking around. “That won’t be an issue” Ora said to her. “Easy for you to say. You’re human sized and don’t have to deal with mosquitos the size of poodles” Kanya griped. Suddenly there was an electric buzz and a mosquito exploded in a puff of smoke. “Like I said it won’t be an issue. Now stop complaining and close your eyes” Ora said gruffly. Kanya closed her eyes. “Deep breaths. All life is formed from positive energy. Right now, you’re surrounded by many forms of life infused with that energy. That energy is connected like strands of a web. From the bacteria in the soil to the pine trees above our heads. Let that energy connect you to the web” she said. “I feel a tingle” Kanya said. “Good. Let it start to flow through you. Like a steady pulse. Good. You’re doing it” Ora said seeing an ethereal faint light creep up her little body. Slowly it went up until it paused at her groin. The suddenly it faded out. “Shit” Kanya muttered. “Very good for a first try” Ora said. "This is harder than it looks. Why when I manifested my magic it was so flashy? " Kanya asked. “What you did was instinctive to avoid being digested. Your subconscious mind did that not you. Soul Resonance, a form of astral projection, is one of the easiest magics to perform. Alright, first thing you need to understand is we don’t control the energy that flows through us. The energy you felt cannot be controlled, we can only guide it to a desired outcome” Ora said. “I don’t understand” Kanya said. Ora fired off a small lightning bolt form her finger scorching a pinecone. “Take lightning for example. We cannot control it, but we can guide it. Ionizing the air and giving it a path for it to take. The bolt still strikes but we guide it to our target. Now begin again” Ora said.

Kanya began once again and ended with the same outcome. Over and over for nearly two hours. “I can’t do it!” Kanya yelled. “Yes you can but you need to stop thinking about Michael” Ora said. “I’m not thinking about him” Kanya swiped. “Yes you are and that’s natural. It’s no coincidence your failure to feel the flow of magic happens when it reaches your pussy” Ora said. Kanya looked at her blushing. “For those new to this type of training, it can cause…emotional side effects in older students. As I said before, life is full of positive energy and there are…parts of our bodies that resonate with it stronger than others. For females it’s our womb. For males it’s the testicles” Ora said. Kanya burst out laughing. “Where do you think the sparks of our kind of life come from Kanya? The energy when it touches your pussy is subconsciously triggering sexual emotions. Emotions connected to Michael” Ora explained. “Kinda fucked up I’m attracted to the guy who killed my family” she muttered. “Not at all. You’re a Yaksha Kanya. Our kind doesn’t focus on negative emotions or the energy with it. That’s why…that’s why my crime was so heinous to my mother and my people” Ora said. “So, I need to forget about Michael? I don’t think I can” Kanya muttered. “Then find a memory not rooted in sex” Ora said. Kanya closed her eyes and began once more. The energy like before crept up her body but when it needed her groin it fluctuated. In her mind, Kanya had chosen one particular memory. The night after the shrunken veterinarian performed surgery on her, Mike fell asleep next to her holding her tiny hand between his fingers. To Kanya it was a very precious memory.

Ora watched the energy then began to creep past her groin slowly. When it reached the top of Kanya’s head, Ora smiled. Kanya let out a breath and the energy faded away. “I did it! Did you see?!” Kanya yelled. “I saw. Good job. Now do it again and faster this time” Ora said. Kanya huffed and began again.

That night…

Mike had trouble sleeping. Katie was emotionally exhausted from earlier and Mike had finished his strange cardboard maze leaving him nothing to do until tomorrow. It didn’t help he was horny. Had hasn’t bothered Katie for days and didn’t feel like waking her up just to molest her shrunken body. Mike left this bedroom and went down to the basement. Sure, he could abuse the ten ladybug women he held captive if he desired but that would affect his sinister games. He quietly sat down and peered into the terrarium like some voyeuristic God. At 1:44 am, they were asleep. Quietly he popped open their barracks to find one or two of the recent winning team snugged naked with the smaller losers. Apparently, they were getting used to this lifestyle seeing how half-dressed they were. Then again, being half dressed was part of necessity seeing he didn’t install air conditioners in their little prison. Mike noticed one began to stir. She woke up and walked outside half asleep to get some water. She hadn’t noticed Mike staring at her. She drank from the bottle cap of water and wiped her mouth. Turning around she saw Mike. “Hi little buggy” he said grinning. She did not scream or even flinch. Instead, she quickly took off the clothes she had on and dropped to the ground. Mike was surprised to see her fingering herself looking up at him. “Ohh…I recognize you now. You’re the nympho bug that keeps rubbing her naked body on the glass” he said quietly. Mike plucked her up between his fingers. He laid her in his palm and sat down. “Hmm…wonder what your story is” he said looking at her closely. She kept licking her lips as she finger fucked herself. Mike grew her bigger to better play with her. Now four inches tall, he could see more of her. Mike was extremely curious as to what could land her in max prison seeing she couldn’t have been more than 19 or 20 years old. Redhead and fairly pretty by prison girl standards. “No stranger to sex apparently. Bet a girl like you gets passed around like a pack of cigarettes in prison. Ohh! A squirter” Mike said as she came in his hand squirting a tiny amount of pussy juice. She lay in his hand panting.

Mike caressed her cheek. He stopped himself. “I can’t get attached” he remembered. Mike knew if he did she’d be dead by morning. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun though. “Spread your legs” he said to her. With a smile she did, and Mike drove his tongue in licking up every drop of her spilt juices. Mike used his finger to keep her steady as he gave her an orgasm. “Already? Damn you’re horny but who am I to complain?” He grinned. He seized her right leg between his fingers and sucked it into her mouth. She squealed feeling his giant teeth nibble and bite her delicate limb. He pulled it out of his mouth with a pop and playfully licked her foot. He fought it again, a sudden desire to be gentle. He took her by the ankles and dangled her upside down as he began licking her tiny ass. He turned her around to face him. “You know what you are don’t you? A plaything, a toy” he growled. She nodded. “I am a plaything. A shrunken fucktoy for your pleasure” she said smiling. That surprised Mike. “She’s getting off being abused!” he thought. He placed her back in his hand. Holding onto her red hair, he yanked it back making her gasp. “Fuck me on your cock! Fuck me!” she begged. Mike whipped out his cock and smashed her to his shaft.

For a half hour he rubbed her every which way on his dick he could think off. Face up, face down, sideways, straddled, even bending her till she encircled it like a living cock ring. When it came time to cum, Mike held her face right into his piss hole and made her drink as much as she could. God knows how much semen she swallowed. Mike figured it was 20 ounces (to her) before she choked as it bubbled out and around her mouth. He let go and she lay in his hand coughing. Mike grew concerned. “You okay?” he asked. She moved but didn’t answer. Mike saw that through his play she was covered in bruises. He grew more concerned. “We should stop” he said. Mike had made a mistake. He was caring too much. She pulled his finger right to her pussy and began rubbing herself on it. “Eat me! FUCKIN’ EAT ME!” she screamed. Mike felt it just like last time. The Asura was taking over. Mike fought back as hard as he could. He shrunk the girl quickly knocking her out and dropping her back into the terrarium. That pissed the Asura off. “Mike…” the Asura whispered. “Fuck you” Mike hissed. Then blinding pain and he falling out on the floor.

Katie woke up that morning not finding Mike next to her. After peeing, she wandered downstairs. “Where is he?” she asked not finding him. She could see out the window the car was there, so he hadn’t gone anywhere. The only other places were the attic and basement. She did NOT want to go to the attic, so he made her way down to the basement step by step. When she got down to the floor…“MIKE!” she yelled racing over to him seeing him passed out with dried blood coming from his nose. She frantically beat her fists on his cheek. “K…Katie? Oww…” he said righting himself. “What happened?!” she asked. “I pushed back on the curse and our resident Asura had a temper tantrum” he replied. Mike pulled the Coin from his shorts. “Whys there a crack in it?” she asked. “Crack? I don’t see a crack” he said. Katie looked again. “Huh…could’ve swore a saw a crack” she muttered. “Apparently I can fight the curse” he muttered sitting in the chair. “Fighting and enduring are two different things boy. If it weren’t for my healing touch I gave you, you’d be a drooling vegetable” the Asura said in his mind. “Save it asshole. You need me more than I need you. I said before I call the shots not you” Mike hissed. “And you denied me a good meal. Don’t presume you can slight an Asura on a whim. Next time I’ll incapacitate you for a week. Let’s see how long Katie can endure without you giving her food and water” the Asura said coldly. Mike said nothing back. Mike carried Katie upstairs and made a simple breakfast.

“At least you proved you can beat it” Katie said after breakfast. “Yeah” Mike mumbled. “You can cuddle and pet me if you want. That usually makes you feel better” she said. Mike laid down on the sofa and placed her on his chest. He turned something on, not caring what, and just stared at the tv. Katie could tell something else disturbed him by how he just kept caressing her thighs. Normally he’d had petted her entire body by now. “It said something to you didn’t it. Something that really scared you” she said. “He told me that if I did it again he’d put me in a weeklong coma and let you die” Mike replied. “Then I’ll learn to drink from the toilet. Woof woof!” Katie said barking like a dog. Mike didn’t laugh. “This isn’t about us anymore” he said rubbing his finger on her bare tummy. Katie realized what he meant. She grew quiet. “They should be finished eating. Time for the next game” he muttered putting her aside and picking up his cardboard maze on the floor.

“Okay my ladybugs. Now that your bellies are full from delicious instant oatmeal we can begin the next game” he said placing the maze on the floor. After growing the losing team back to a half inch tall, he ushered them into his hands and cupped them to prevent any of them peeking at the maze from above. He placed them on the floor. “Number 3 you don’t look so good. Oh…it’s you” Mike muttered recognizing her from last night. “Anyways, I present to you the maze. First rule is to find the exit on the other side. No time limit. However, it’s your best interest to find the exit as fast as you can because all your times will be averaged out. The team with the longest time loses. The fastest time for the winning team is the MVP, the slowest on the losing team is the weak link. No other rules” he said. “None?” some asked. Mike grinned shaking his head. “Whoever wants to go first step up to the entrance. Good luck!” Mike said. First one went in as Mike started the count.

Interesting to what Mike could do when he really put thought into something. There were no cracks or leaning walls even though made of cardboard. The walls themselves were three inches tall making them 32.5 ft. tall to them…more or less. No chance of climbing them. To fuck with them, Mike wrote messages on some of the walls. “Someone’s getting eaten. Hello little bugs. You sure it’s this way? Good luck! Sucks to be you!” were some of them. The first one going in came out in 6 minutes 51 seconds. Then went the next one. That one came out at 7 minutes 49 seconds. The third came out at 10 minutes 11 seconds. Mike purposely called out the times to rattle some cages. With the last time the longest, this woman chose something different. Go down a corridor and come to a turn, she’d leave something behind. A shoe, the other shoe, a sock, another sock. Mike chuckled. “Wow, someone get this bitch google maps” Mike said as she was almost naked she was so badly lost. She made it out in her panties with a time of 16 minutes 11 seconds. Her team wanted to beat her ass. “Looks like team A might lose again” Mike muttered as he picked up her clothes. However, someone changed that. The last prisoner from team B. Mike started the clock and she took three steps in…and stopped. Mike stared at her for a full minute. “You do know the clock is ticking right?” he asked. She turned around, looked up, and grinned at him. “Hey ladybugs, what’s the deal with number 3?” he asked the prisoners.

“Crazy as fuck that’s what. She’s a nympho that’ll fuck anything. Gets off on pain and shit” one replied. “Yeah…I can see that. You know what’s she in for?” Mike asked. “Other than you shrinking and kidnapping her? She went in for murder. Funny thing is, nobody knows the story behind it, and she won’t tell anyone. She just grins and sings to herself when she’s not fucking an inmate or guard” she replied. “Sound like she should be in a mental hospital than a prison” he muttered. She still hadn’t moved. Mike tried cheating by using his mind control magic to force her to move. Strangely, she resisted. “The hell?” Mike asked seeing little to no effect on her. “Yeah that won’t work on someone who’s insane Michael. Can’t control a broken mind” the Asura snickered. Mike could only sit there for minutes at a time until he just gave up and called it. “20 minutes. Time over” he muttered. “A time limit wasn’t in the rules!” someone shouted. “You think it matters with a time like that?” Mike asked. Mike sighed and rubbed his eyes. “The losing team is team B. I already know who you’ll vote for” Mike muttered picking up the girl from where she’d been standing for over 20 minutes. Mike didn’t want to do it. He felt sorry for her. “Mike, I can feel that. Remember what I said” the Asura warned. Mike said nothing as he grew her to three inches. He tore off her clothing until she was naked in his hand. “YES! DO IT! EAT ME! FUCKING EAT ME!” she screamed. Mike pushed her into his mouth. He could feel her fingering herself. Tasting her sweet juices and flesh. He solemnly swallowed her alive. Mike stood up to collect them after placing them back into the terrarium, he turned to leave. “Hey! Don’t they get shrunk as punishment! And what about our MVP?!” someone on team A yelled. Mike looked down upon them. “You won today because the other team had a suicidal nutcase among them. I’d barely call that winning. I’d call it…a reprieve” he said coldly leaving them.

Katie knew something had happened other than what he expected seeing how quiet he was. Katie didn’t ask him and let it be for the time being. She watched him sit down with his hand on his stomach. And after about five minutes, he took his hand away and hung his head. “You can talk about whatever it is when you feel like it” Katie said to him. “…thanks” he whispered. As he said that, the crack in the coin grew again.

Later that night, Mike stood before his bathroom mirror holding the Coin gazing on it. Lost in thought on it he did not see that its reflection didn’t match what he saw. To him it looked normal, in the mirror a crack. All the while the Asura grinned knowing what he truly wanted was getting closer…

[frollo]

It’s a wonderful story and what a great read. I can’t wait for part two. Thank you for sharing it here

[Size_Master]

Chapter 17…The Truth Can Set You Free

“Alright Kanya. Now that you’ve fully mastered connecting to the energies of nature, you’re ready to begin your training in magic” Ora said. “Only took two weeks” Kanya muttered. “Don’t be so impatient. I’ve known some students that take an entire year. Now, the first lesson about magic is you cannot create from nothingness. The spells you use its energy come from within, the energy you just learned to tap into. You run out of that energy; you won’t be able to cast magic. Lesson two, magic is the bending of physical laws of our world. They cannot break them. So, you can’t just snap your fingers and make gold appear in your hand. Those are the two fundamental rules about magic. I’ll explain the others as you advance. Now to learn your first spell. Shrinking and growth magic” Ora said. “Wait. How is a shrinking spell not breaking physical laws?” Kanya asked. Ora waved her hand, and a gust of wind levitated a bunch of leaves. “Pretend these leaves make up the atom of something. An apple, person, cat, whatever. Now watch” she said. Ora used the wind to bring the leaves closer together. “Same leaves but now the collection is smaller. Shrinking magic makes things smaller by taking away the space between what makes them up. Modern humans call them electrons. Then we shunt away the mass” Ora replied. “Sounds needlessly complicated” Kanya said. “That’s why we have magic. Shrinking and growth magic is as instinctive to us as chameleons changing the color of their skin. First thing first is removing the spell on you” Ora said.

“Channel the energy like normal and then hold it” she said. Kanya did within seconds. “Good. Now sense what feels different. What doesn’t belong. It might take a minute” Ora said. After a few minutes Kanya spoke. “There’s something inside me. Like a red thread” Kanya muttered. Take your hands and imagine reaching into yourself. Do it very slowly" Ora said. Kanya did and took her right hand and touched her bare chest. A light glowed brightly at her fingertips. Kanya grimaced as she pulled on the thread. She pulled it out and within a second it evaporated. Moments later Kanya grew to human sized. “Uuugh!” Kanya groaned puking. “Easy kid. You’ve been shrunk for a while. Your body is reacting to the change” Ora said patting her back. “What…was that?” Kanya groaned. “The shrinking spell Mike and the Asura forced on you. Since you’re a beginner Yaksha, it was very effective on you. Come with me back to the cabin and rest for a while” she said. Ora helped her to her couch and gave her some tea. “I’m impressed you accomplished that in your first try” Ora said quietly sitting next to her. “I feel so weird like the world shrank” Kanya said drinking her tea. “From your perspective it did. Later this afternoon you’ll learn to change size on your own. Once you master that, we can begin with elemental magics starting with the easiest, wind” Ora told her.

“Was it this hard for you?” Kanya asked. “At your age I already had mastered basic and intermediate level magic. Even the most gifted Yaksha don’t reach master level until their 30’s. And few progress further to Sage” Ora said. “Sage?” Kanya asked. “The closest translation you’d understand. Sage level Yaksha can cast magic on natural disaster levels. For example, beginners can cast thunderstorm level gusts. Intermediates, hurricane level gusts. Masters, actual tornadoes. And Sages, hurricanes” Ora said. “And you?” Kanya asked. "Master level. Mother however was a Sage. She was responsible for the typhoon that destroyed the Mongol fleet set to invade Japan centuries ago. “Holy shit” Kanya whispered. “Hold out your hand” Ora said. Kanya did and Ora used her magic to coax out Kanya’s. “What is that?!” Kanya asked looking at her hand. Circling it and glowing was a magic circle with seemingly random lines crisscrossing it. “Your magic signature in purest form. Only you have this form. Here’s mine” Ora said showing hers. “It kinda looks like mine” Kanya said. “The lines here represent bloodline. As I said earlier we’re related by blood which is why yours looks like mine. If your stomach settled, we can eat lunch” Ora said to her.

Meanwhile…

“Hello my little ladybugs! Congratulations on making it to the final five. For the next challenge you’ll be monster killing. Since there’s only five of you left, you’ll now be just one team. Your weapons will be these needles” he said dropping a small handful of needles into the terrarium before the shrunken women prisoners. To their scale, they were more like metal spears. “The rules are very simple. No time limit, no MVP, no weakest link, and the game isn’t over until you kill the monster. Beware, the monster will not hesitate to eat cute little bugs like you and is VERY dangerous” he said. “What in god’s name is it?” one asked. “That’s a surprise. You have one hour to get used to your weapons and make whatever feeble plans you want” he said before leaving them. Mike returned upstairs. “How do you feel?” Mike asked sitting next to Katie. Katie was playing Fruit Ninja on his iPad using her bare feet to swipe. “Fine” Katie replied playing. “No morning sickness?” he asked. “That won’t be for a few more weeks” she replied. Katie sat down after clearing the level. “No sore feet of anything?” he asked rubbing her tiny feet between his fingers. “No” she replied. Mike stopped. “I didn’t say stop” she giggled. His fingers rubbed her feet for another minute before he started on her legs. He leaned in and kissed the back of her head. “Eventually I need to grow you back to normal” he said. “It can wait. Just playing Fruit Ninja is great for my calf muscles” she said. “And your ass. I can bounce a skittle off of it” he said snickering. “You’re in a good mood today” she said. “Took some antidepressants” he said.

“You went to a doctor?” she asked. “Nah. Found some my grandpa had laying around” he replied. “You swallowed a bunch of old ass pills?! You crazy?!” she asked. “Relax. They’re working fine and if not I’m virtually immortal” he said. “That’s not the point! Expired pills can cause all kinds of shit. Dangerous mood swings just for starters” she said irritated. “Okay. Okay geez” he said as he moved his finger to her tummy. “Katie. Do you want things to stay this way. Having a baby changes things. Most importantly did you consider seeing your parents again?” he asked. “What would I say? Hey mom and dad. I’m not dead in a cornfield like you thought. I was just shrunk and kidnapped. By the way, I fell in love with my kidnapper and I’m having his baby” she said. “Yeah that conversation would be awkward” he said. “Unless you use that mind control power you got” Katie said looking up at him. “There’s other considerations. Birth certificate, social security number, school, pediatric doctors, hell just delivering the baby” Mike said. Katie hadn’t thought of all that. “We really need to think about you joining society again. You can’t be my shrunken sex toy forever” he said quietly. Katie turned around. “Even if we have to change our lives, I’ll always be your sex toy" she said looking up at the giant. “I love you” he whispered before kissing her. “Love you more” she giggled returning it.

After an hour had passed, Mike retuned downstairs holding a shoebox. Katie had asked what was inside and was horrified when Mike answered. She chose NOT to observe this game. “I’m back my little ladybugs. Are you ready to start the game? Too bad if not because the monster inside this box is hungry. I suggest you get back as I place her in” Mike chuckled as he opened the box and shook it. What came out was a larger than average wolf spider that landed inside the terrarium. “Meet my new buddy Charlotte. A North American wolf spider I found behind the house. Wolf spiders are unique as they run down and attack their prey instead of waiting in a web. They like to pounce and paralyze their prey hence the name wolf spider. Like I said earlier, your goal is to kill it. No time limit. May the odds be in your favor!” Mike laughed stepping back and sitting down. All of them were terrified of the thing. At their size it was no 3-inch-long spider but a 30 ft. long behemoth. The hairs on its legs standing up sensing 5 bug sized prey. Their scent carried right to it enticing the beast. They trembled, their legs shook, one pissed herself which only magnified her scent. None dared to move.

Charlotte crept closer moving its head left and right. It’s multiple eyes locking onto each one of them. It couldn’t decide which one to attack first. “Goddammit let’s go!” the bravest one yelled charging. Two others followed. The spider sensed its prey running to it which apparently confused its simple brain as it backed up an inch. Number 1 attacked its first left leg stabbing it. The spider reared back, and the shrunken prisoner lost her hold on her needle. It popped out of the spider leg. Charlotte came right down on her as its fangs pierced her chest injecting its venom. The woman’s chirpy scream startled the others. One lost her footing as a spider leg came down on chest breaking her ribs. The third one quickly ran back. They watched as Number one convulsed before going limp. Shockingly, she was still alive as the spider wrapped her up in webbing. Then Charlotte turned her attention to the injured one doing her similar. However, the shock added with a crushed rib cage killed her. The surviving three huddled into the barracks. Mike watched in fascination as the spider liquified the insides of the shrunken women and casually drank them. Because they wore orange, Mike could easily see them even wrapped in webbing. The first one, her body was damn near mummified. Body drained of fluids so badly her tiny shoes fell off. The other her face sunken in, her eyes gone. Even Mike got squeamish.

An hour passed. Then another hour. Mike opened the barracks. “You know, hiding is just going to work against you. Spiders don’t tire out and sleep like we do. She’ll get hungry again and the hungrier they get, the more vicious they are. My suggestion is to attack him while he still is eating the other one” Mike said grinning. They just looked at him helplessly. “Not to mention your only source of water is out there. Fun fact, spiders can go without water longer than humans” Mike said before putting the roof back. 15 minutes later, the three survivors tip toed out of their barracks. The spider Charlotte was still nursing the last fluids out of her second victim with its body turned away from the three. Slowly they approached. Closer and closer. The spider paused as its hairy legs had been conditioned by millions of years of evolution to sense vibrations, even in the thin layer of dirt in the terrarium. They realized it was now or never and charged it.

The first one jumped on her back and was nearly thrown off before she sunk her needle into its body. At their size they could hear it hiss in pain. It began to shake back and forth as the prisoner held on for dear life. The second stabbed it in the underside of the thorax as it reared delivering a crippling blow. The third went for the head as it fell. She raised her needle and just as she stabbed it, Charlotte bit her deep in her chest injecting venom inside her lungs. The prisoner was screwed. If the venom wouldn’t kill her, two punctured lungs would. Even still she stabbed it again and again in the head until Charlotte collapsed. It’s legs slowly curling into its body. The two pulled the third to safety. “Hold on! Just hold on!” one yelled trying to stymie the blood flow. “Stand back both of you” Mike said. At first they didn’t until they saw his finger come down. They watched in horror as Mike crushed the dying woman underneath his finger like an insect. “More merciful that way. Congrats you two for winning the game” he said. Mike didn’t give them notice he was plucking them up. He carried them to his bathroom. He ran the sink full if of warm water and grew them to a more manageable four inches. “Figured you’d want to wash off the bug guts” he said before leaving them.

“How many survived this time?” Katie asked as Mike sat down. “Two. The last game is going to prove interesting seeing how they tried to help the last victim” he replied. Katie grew quiet.

Meanwhile…

“Now that you got food in your stomach, we can start on your magic lessons” Ora said. “Shrinking and growing magic right?” Kanya asked. “Correct” Ora replied. “Good. I…I don’t like being human sized right now. Is that weird?” she asked. “Not really seeing you’ve awakened your Yaksha blood. Our kind is naturally tiny. We just assume human size out of convenience” Ora said. Kanya followed her back to the forest. There they sat down. “You should have some energy still inside you. Shrinking magic starts with a clear picture of your target, in this case you. For a beginner, invoking magic requires a focus, a gesture if you will. Use whatever gesture you feel like. There’s no wrong answer” Ora said. Kanya held out her hands turning them palms up. Energy began to concentrate in her hands. “Good. See yourself getting smaller. Envision the energy gently squeezing you making you smaller. Good…good…” Ora muttered as Kanya began to shrink. It was slow as Kanya shrank an inch per second. “Not too fast or the stress on your body will cause you to pass out” Ora muttered. Ora watched her patiently. “Okay stop before you shrink to the size of a gnat” Ora chuckled. Kanya stopped and realized she shrank until she was barely a millimeter tall. “…oh shit” Kanya muttered seeing Ora the size of a small mountain. Ora grew her back to four inches tall. “Fuck me that was scary” Kanya sighed. “You kinda zoned out there. It can happen the first time. Anyway, congrats on your first successful spell. Don’t let it go to your head though. As I said, shrinking magic is the easiest for us. Now for the next few hours I want you to practice shrink and growing. I’ll watch it make sure you don’t shrink into a microbe or something” Ora chuckled.

Hours later…

The two survivors enjoyed a real dinner for the first time in very long time. At first they thought being given a choice of what to eat was a trick. However, they realized it wasn’t as Mike actually went out, bought the ingredients, returned and cooked it. A porterhouse steak with a loaded baked potato, buttery rolls, and wine. Their clothes soiled by spider blood; Katie gave them her clothes to wear. But as they sat on his giant kitchen table eating the dinner he prepared by their request, they thought about all the others dead. “Is it good?” Mike asked almost startling them. “…yeah” one replied. “You know, it’s silly to refer to you as numbers now there’s only two of you. What’s your names?” he asked. “Leticia” one replied. “Erin” said the other. Mike had paid them little attention in terms of physical looks for two reasons. One they were as small as ants normally, and two he tried to avoid any personal feelings for them. Now this size and speaking to them in this manner, he couldn’t help but take notice. Leticia was biracial with African American and apparently Dominican heritage judging by her accent. Mike guessed she was around 30 or so. Erin looked to be in her late 20’s, Italian and had an accent herself that sounded like she was from Jersey. He was naturally curious as to what they were in prison for. “So, what did you do Leticia?” Mike asked. “Worked at Port Authority. Helped smuggle cocaine into the country. 25 to life” she replied. “Port Authority is in New York” Katie said. “Overcrowding sent me down here” she said flatly. “Money laundering. 10 years” Erin said as Mike looked at her.

“What’s the last game?” Leticia asked. “Haven’t decided yet” Mike replied. Leticia and Erin looked at one another. “I won’t do it” Leticia said finishing her food. “Pardon?” Mike asked. “You heard me I’m done. I went along with it hoping I’d be the winner but after today, I’m done. All those that died before me…and now looking at Erin I’ll have that on my soul the rest of my life” she said. “Survivors guilt” Mike muttered. “Call it want you want. I don’t care anymore” Leticia said standing up. Katie wanted to say something but after the last few weeks didn’t want to see, no more like feel helpless watching someone she didn’t want die before her come to a bad end. “What about you Erin? Anything to say?” Mike asked. Leticia wondered why he would ask Erin anything. “If she doesn’t play, does that mean I win?” Erin asked. “Yes” Mike replied. “I have kids outside waiting on me” Erin muttered. Leticia solemnly nodded. “So there you have it. You got your winner and your loser on OUR terms!” Leticia laughed. Leticia tore her clothes off and stood there naked grinning. “Bring it pendejo. BRING IT!” Leticia screamed. Mike took the fork in his hands and stabbed her right in the chest. Leticia looked down at the giant fork teeth skewering her. She grinned as blood seeped from her mouth. Mike lifted the fork with her still stick on it to his mouth and slipped Leticia in. With no remorse or emotion began chewing. Mike ignored her screams and sobs which only lasted three seconds. Chewing her into a fine pulp, he swallowed and cleaned his palate with a sip of wine. Nonchalantly, he finished his food as Katie and Erin just stared down at the table surface. “I’ll release you in the morning” Mike said coldly leaving them.

Back with Ora and Kanya…

“This will really help with muscle cramps?” Kanya asked standing before a giant cup of tea naked. “Lavender tea works wonders little one. Now hop in” Ora replied sitting down in front of her coffee table. Kanya raised her left leg and piped her toe into the tea. It wasn’t hot enough to hurt but not cool either. Slowly she stepped in and submerged herself up to her shoulders. “This feels so weird” she muttered. “You get used to seeing things from a different perspective. Why pay for a large bathtub with you have a perfectly fine sink?” Ora said smiling. Ora dipped her finger in the tea and dripped some onto Kanya’s head. “How many of us are out there?” Kanya asked. “Not many with power like ours. The more human blood in us the more diluted our power is. If I had to guess there couldn’t be more than 25 pure bloods left in the world. And those of my level at most 100. As for you, maybe 10,000” Ora replied. “That many?!” she asked. “It can add up over the centuries. The overwhelming majority though lay dormant such as you were” Ora replied. “What about Sages?” Kanya asked. “3. Only three and they have distanced themselves from humanity” she replied. “You okay? You look sad” Kanya asked. “You remind me of my sister. She used to bathe in tea to relax” Ora said. There was a moment of silence. “May I…pet you?” Ora asked. “Sure, after Mike I don’t mind a giant person petting me” Kanya chuckled. Ora pet her long wet black hair. “You must really miss her” Kanya said. “She was my other half. We would finish each other sentences. We even shared mates” Ora replied.

“You shared boyfriends and stuff?” Kanya asked. “Yaksha sexuality isn’t the same as humans. We don’t categorize things like straight, gay, bi, or the like nor do we believe in monogamy although we do choose one mate above all when we pass a certain age” Ora said. “Sounds wild” Kanya said propping her feet up on the edge of the teacup. “Well, we had been known to have what you would call orgies when an abundance of positive energy fills the lands we lived on” Ora replied suddenly rubbing the tea into Kanya’s little soles. “Am I…getting you aroused?” Kanya asked. “You are an attractive one and it has been lonely living up here. Apologies” Ora said looking away. “I didn’t mean to shame you or anything. I was curious is all” Kanya said getting up and stepping out of the teacup. “You have not soaked long enough” Ora said. “I’d rather be petted right now” Kanya said blushing. Ora cleaned her up and carried her to her bedroom. Ora placed her on her bare breasts after laying down in bed. “Was Mike gentle with you?” Ora asked as he finger rubbed Kanya’s back. “Not at first but after some time he was. Very much after I was badly hurt. Truthfully, I liked it when he was both kind and a little commanding” Kanya replied. “I see. Kanya, I wish to lick your pussy” Ora said with a slight nervous tone. Kanya climbed to her face and planted her crotch on Ora’s lips. Ora opened her mouth slightly letting Kanya slip in. There Ora steadied her as the lonely Yaksha sucked and licked her tiny cunt. “Hmm…feels good” Kanya moaned.

After Kanya came, Ora licked her mouth. “Definitely Yaksha blood in you. Only our kind is that sweet” Ora chuckled. “Really? My pussy tastes that sweet?” Kanya asked. “Care to find out?” Ora asked. Kanya nodded and Ora placed her before her giant cunt. “Yes, yes I missed this. Eat me out my little student. Eat your teacher’s pussy” Ora sighed. Kanya little tongue drank up her fluids as fast as the giantess made them. Ora had to control herself fighting the urge to push her little student up her pussy. Kanya was sprayed with Ora’s juices when she came causing Ora to dutifully clean her in the bathroom sink. Not both satisfied, they laid in bed. “I’m happy with myself for the first time in a long while” Kanya said. “Oh? What do you mean?” Ora asked. “My parents were super traditional so that meant their daughter couldn’t be bisexual” Kanya said. “You’ve had feelings for males and females before?” Ora asked. “Since I was 13 or so. Had a crush on Sarah Hart in 8th grade. And Kevin Dion in 9th grade. Kept to myself how I felt. It drove me crazy. It…it was really bad for me in high school. I feared mom and dad would find out somehow and disown me or something” Kanya said. “Your Yaksha blood influenced your feelings. That’s not your fault Kanya” Ora said. “I know that now but…anyway I just like I’m finally me right now and I have you to thank for it. Thanks Ora” Kanya said. Ora leaned over and kissed her. "You have nothing to thank me for.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 18…Paved with Good Intentions

It had been three weeks since Kanya successfully cast her very first spell. Now, Ora was finishing testing her on elemental magics…

“Excellent! Water, earth, fire, and air” Ora said grinning. “Long ago, the four nations lived in harmony…until the fire nation attacked” Kanya said smirking. “What?” Ora asked. “You know, Avatar the Last Airbender” Kanya replied. “Don’t know what that is” Ora said. “Jesus you need to watch tv more” Kanya sighed. “Back to the lessons at hand. You’ve successfully cast magic in all four elements. Lightning is way tricker as it falls into combined element spells. We’ll cover that later” Ora said. Kanya shifted and brushed the dirt off her tiny legs. “Combined spells?” she asked. “Combined spells are two or more spells combined to create a spell of its own. For example, combining water and wind spells creates an ice spell. Wind, water, and fire creates lightning spells” Ora explained, “How many spells are there?” Kanya asked. “Not a clue. I myself know 34 different spells but mother said she knew around 200. There are even forbidden spells out there” Ora replied. “Forbidden?” Kanya asked. “Spells too dangerous to use. Spells that could unbalance the very order of the world. For example, a spell to revive the dead” Ora replied. “Whoa. Anyone ever do that? What happened?” Kanya asked. “I know only of one. A Yaksha way before my time. Kasem the Sage. His mate was a human woman who died in an accident. Stricken with grief, he began meddling in the natural order of life and death. He began combining spell after spell haphazardly and used humans as test subjects. The Sages of the time confronted Kasem and as they did, Kasem cast his crafted spell to raise his beloved.”

“Mother was only a child at the time but she told me what her mother told her. His mate rose from the ground she was buried in. A skeleton with bits of dried out skin sticking to her bones. Kasem laughed as flesh, muscle, and sinew grew and covered her decayed bones. “See! It can be done!” he yelled as she was whole once more. However, it soon became clear what was before them was anything but a young woman. It’s eyes devoid of life, no breath in her lungs, she was a soul vacant abomination. The Sages went to destroy her and Kasem defended it. A great battle occurred that could be seen and felt for miles around. They sky itself shuddered from the colossal spells cast. And as Kasem neared defeat, the monster he created attacked a Sage and drank her life force dry. In his madness, he still confessed his success even after witnessing what it had done. One of the Sages cast a light spell so bright it outshone the sun itself. The monster was burned to ash leaving a rage filled Kasem. His anger so great his natural positive Yaksha affinity turned negative. He had become an Asura. The Sages were forced to seal him away in a place no Yaksha or Asura could find him fearing not only his wrath if freed but the damnation of the knowledge he possessed” Ora said ending her tale.

“Fuck me. Magic can really make ghouls and shit?” Kanya asked. Ora silently nodded. “Now, as for your training. The spells you’re going to learn today is healing magic and Farsight. Healing magic is a combination spell of the Farsight spell and energy manipulation spell technique. You already learned the latter. Farsight spell is a spell that lets you see things from far away or magnify what’s close hence the name. Higher tier levels changes the result. The Farsight spell is quite easy. Just focus the magic energy inside you into your eyes” Ora said. Kanya concentrated. “It hurts a little. Not like when I cast fire spells the first time, but it still stings” Kanya muttered. “Because you’re doing it for the first time. Your eyes have to adjust. Good, good you’re doing it. Now hold it” Ora said taking out a knife. She cut her finger. “Open your eyes” she said. “SHIT!” Kanya said scrambling away from the giantess. “Easy. I know I look weird” Ora said. “Weird?! Like moving X-ray weird! Fuck, I can see all your bones” Kanya muttered. “Now slowly, very slowly lower the energy” she said. Kanya did cringing as she saw her muscles and organs now. “Hold! Now what do you see?” Ora asked. “You look like you’re made of a faint light. What’s with your finger?” Kanya asked. “Haha…good you can see that. I cut myself and now you’re going to heal me. Focus your magic from your body to what you see is wrong. Imagine fixing it with your own energy. Yes that’s it. Use your mind to feel out what should be done” Ora said. Ora watched as the cut closed up within seconds. “Excellent job Kanya. Now relax” Ora said. “Hmm, I thought it would be hard feeling that stinging sensation. Little like when I cast the fire spell. Ora, why was the fire spell more difficult than the others? It took me almost a week to get it right” Kanya asked.

“Because fire is not your affinity. Fire spells are a Asura affinity. When we cast spells outside our natural affinity, there is resistance to overcome. What you felt was the magical equivalent of pulling a muscle. Because of its affinity, it takes twice as much energy to cast a fire spell than it would an Asura” Ora explained. “What about Asura?” Kanya asked. “The spell that affects their casting ability due to affinity is light, since that spell is closely linked to healing, healing spells are tricky for them. It’s a tradeoff really, Asuras are usually much stronger than us, but they do not have the stamina, recovery, and scouting abilities we do” Ora said. “If an Asura can beat my ass so easily then what’s the point of teaching me these elemental spells?” Kanya asked. “To build a foundation of magical application. Once you have mastered healing spells, we’re moving to the magic you truly must master. Soul Resonance” Ora said. “That’s what I did when you ate me” Kanya said. “Yes the one you did instinctively. It won’t be like the others. It takes a very strong heart to cast it let alone master it. Now heal me again little one” Ora said cutting herself again.

Meanwhile…

Mike sat on the edge of his bed listening to Katie throwing up in the toilet once again. His sadistic games had ended with him freeing and erasing the shrunken prisoner Erin. In the coming week he had not seen or heard of her being found. While his game didn’t end the way he wanted, he did get an odd satisfaction of keeping his word. Then his attention was turned to Katie. Two weeks had passed with Mike doting on her. No shrinking innocent women just seeing to Katie which annoyed the Asura connected to him to no end. When Katie finally begun to have morning sickness, he grew her back to normal size. It took a day or so for the former shrunken girl to get used to being human size once more but to Mike it seemed everything was fine. That was a week ago. “Mike…” Katie groaned. Mike went to her. He patted her back. “Katie…what the hell…” he said about to flush the toilet until he noticed flecks of blood in her vomit. “My damn stomach hurts so bad” he groaned. Mike helped her to bed. Quickly he googled morning sickness and found no mention of flecks of blood so whatever was wrong with her wasn’t normal. Mike had a big problem on his hands. Anyone else would just take her to the hospital but this was a woman who been missing for months. No amount of mind control would stop someone from calling the cops. A doctor, a nurse, someone would notice. Mike couldn’t just dismiss the idea though. Possibly this could be a life-threatening problem. Just as Mike opened the dialing app on his phone, the Asura spoke to him. “May I weigh in?” the Asura asked. “Dude, I’m not in the mood for your mind games right now” Mike hissed looking at the now sleeping Katie. “No mind games. I just was going to tell you what’s wrong with her” the Asura said. “…what is it?” Mike asked.

“Shrinking a human and then growing them within a small timeframe is no big deal. However, the longer they’re shrunk, the more problematic it is when they’re grown back to normal size. After being shrunk for an extended period of time, their bodes grow accustomed to it. Their heart, lungs, vital organs, even their brains adapt to being smaller. The most important case here is Katie’s stomach adjusted to eating foods much bigger than normal. Specifically, her stomach acids are more potent. Not a big deal since her entire digestive tract adapted. However, now that she’s normal size, her stomach can’t fully deal with her stomach acids. She’s suffering from a very bad ulcer. Hence the blood, excess vomiting, and severe pain. I should tell you that stomach ulcers have been known to be fatal” the Asura said. “I see. Then all we have to do is heal her” Mike said. “Sorry but no can do” the Asura said. “Fuck you mean no?! I know for a fact you healed me so I know you can use healing magic!” Mike yelled. “Yes I healed you. Healing someone else is a different matter. Healing magic goes against my affinity. It takes considerable energy to heal you let alone an outside target. Simply put, I’m not powerful enough. However…there is a way to fix that problem” the Asura said quietly. “Sacrifices, you need more sacrifices” Mike whispered. “Smart boy. Quite a few Michael. Women seeped in pain, misery, and suffering” he said. “How would I get them on short notice and not cause suspicion? Not like I can knock off another prison transport” Mike said. “I know a place. In fact, you’ve been in the area before. A place where those not from your land are taken advantage of” the Asura chuckled. “Elmhurst” Mike whispered.

Mike checked on Katie one last time before he left. She was asleep but slightly feverish. Any misgivings he had disappeared as he felt her sweaty forehead. He grabbed his keys and drove to Elmhurst New York. When he arrived, he parked his car in a standard public lot. His Toyota Camry would simply blend in with the others. Last time he was here he destroyed an innocent family and kidnapped the only surviving member, Kanya. He already knew he would be doing far worse by day’s end this time. “How are you so sure I can find what you need?” Mike asked. “It’s a story as old as time boy. People come to settle in a foreign land and preyed upon by the locals or their own people that came before them. This land called the United States is rife with such history…or so I’ve read in your history books since awakening” the Asura said. “For someone that was sealed away for 2000 years you’re pretty knowledgeable” Mike muttered. “Knowledge is power Michael. Only fools squander it” the Asura said coldly. Mike walked to where Kanya’s family ran their Thai restaurant curious as to what happened to it. He found it not a restaurant anymore but a decadent massage parlor. “You serious?” Mike asked looking at the pictures taped to the windows. “Like I said. Always someone to prey on foreigners in a foreign land. This works in our favor Mike. Plenty of women nobody will miss or dare ask questions about” the Asura said. The demon sensed his wariness. “Either them or Katie. Your choice” he said. Mike grit his teeth and entered the parlor.

“Afternoon sir. Care for a massage?” the young looking receptionist asked. Mike judged her to be 19 or 20 years old. Definitely not Thai. Most likely southern Cantonese by the slight touch of tan in her skin. Exceptionally pretty but it figured to display someone this beautiful to lure customers in. “Yes please” Mike replied. She showed him a pamphlet and Mike nearly chuckled as it closely looked like a menu at first. 10 women in all and not one could be called ugly or even homely. Mike chose one at random as it truly didn’t matter for what he had planned. “This way sir” she said leading him to a back room. While the last time he was here he didn’t explore, Mike could tell the renovations were new by the smell of fresh paint and epoxy. She bid him to strip down and wear the towel on the folding bed. Mike did just that and waited. Within minutes, his requested girl walked in wearing very little. Simple flip flops on her feet and a thin white dress. Mike wouldn’t admit it, but she chose her because her eyes reminded him of Kanya. Something about them, something behind them. She was 22 at most and thin. 5’4 and a welcoming smile. But with the Asura’s powers, he could see her aura. She was anything but happy. “Afternoon sir. I am Mai. Please lay down” she said. Mike laid down and let her work. “I’m surprised you just didn’t start shrinking them as soon as you came in. Not having second thoughts are you?” the Asura asked. “Might as well get a massage first” Mike replied in his mind.

She started with his shoulders first. “You are very tense. First time getting message?” she asked smiling. “This way yeah. Your hands are very…soft” Mike replied. “Thank you” she said softly. 15 minutes later she began working on his legs. “You work out?” she asked. “Former Army” he replied. Mike glanced behind him to see her aura has slightly shifted. “Aww hell. She likes me” Mike thought. This was second to last thing Mike wanted to happen. He had to stay focused, or the curse would kick in for sure. She giggled as his toes scrunched when she rubbed his feet. Then she stopped. “Please lay still. I shall begin on your back” she said. Mike heard two soft thunks on the floor then a series of soft groans of metal. Mike nearly jumped as he felt two small bare feet on his back. Mike had heard that some masseuses used their feet but didn’t expect her to do it. He fully relaxed as her long toes pulled on his flesh before pressing on it. Knots of stress melting under delicate Asian feet. His spine popping now and then under her weight. Mike felt her get off him and she said to flip onto his back.

He watched her massage his chest. Her hands lingering on his pectoral muscles. “Bet it’s a relief getting a decent guy and not some fat slob” he said. Mai blushed and quietly nodded. He liked her smile and when he did, the curse came for her. Not like a tidal wave or a gentle stream. Like flash flood that creeps up on you. A feeling that quickly builds. Mike knew there was no escape for either of them. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “Sir. The massage isn’t over” she said softly. He gave her a gentle kiss and whispered…“I’m sorry”. Mike shrunk her to three inches tall and pulled off her clothing. Passed out in his hand, he took a moment to study her. He wondered where in China she came from. What her hopes and dreams had been. The suffering she endured. He tilted his hand back letting her naked body slip into his mouth. And from there he swallowed. He sat there for a moment quietly after feeling her land in his stomach. Then she began moving. No doubt terrified of finding herself in the darkness thigh deep in stomach acids. Mike wondered if she would even know how she died. After ten minutes she had gone still, and he could feel the energy of her life flow into the Coin in his pants pocket through him. But he knew she was just the first of many.

Mike put his clothes back on and left the room. He followed the sound of voices to the back room that was most likely the old restaurant storage room. And there sat 8 other girls on cheap beds surprised to see him. He looked at them and one caught his eye. The remorse and sadness filling his heart was replaced with rage. A girl no older than 16 had done this. He raised his hand and said…“leave and forget this place” in perfect Mandarin. “Michael…”

“You shut the hell up. You’ll get your fill, but I’ll be damned if I sacrifice kids to you” Mike hissed. The others were not that lucky. A collective pop of air as he shrank the remaining 7. Mike simply walked over, collected them, stripped them, and one by one ate them alive. The receptionist must’ve thought something was off being too quiet and found Mike sitting on one filthy bed with two tiny legs and feet sticking out of his mouth. She watched in shock as he slurped them into his mouth like a lo mein noodle and swallow. “Perfect timing. Come here” he said using his mind control magic forcing her to obey. He could sense her fear rising as she had no control over her body. “Kneel” he ordered. She got on her knees before him. He roughly grabbed her face with his hand. “I had an idea when we first met but now I’m looking closer I’m certain. You’re treated different from the other girls. More meat in your bones, no bags under your eyes, not a mark on your face. Take your clothes off” he ordered. She shucked her almost insulting stereotypical Chinese dress, bra, and panties. Now only wearing the flats on her feet, Mike nodded. “As I thought. Not so much as a blemish on your skin. You’re the mama san here. The boss lady. You cozy up to the big boss for better treatment didn’t ya?” Mike asked. “Yes sir” she said still under his command. He blood ran hot. "I got a thing about people selling out their own. I may be a monster but people that traffics others, especially teenage kids really pisses me off. “Get your boss on the phone and tell him a foreigner is fucking his business up” Mike hissed. The woman got off her knees and pulled a cell phone from her discarded dress pocket. She dialed a number and once someone picked up said exactly what Mike told her to.

“Good. Now come back here. We’re going to have some fun” Mike said grinning. Mike took off his pants and boxers. “Open up” he said. She opened her mouth and Mike thrusted his cock into it. “Obviously you’ve done there before” he hissed as her tongue caressed his cockhead. Mike had her slow down so he could thoroughly enjoy it. Ten minutes later he could hear the bell chime as the front door was thrown open. Within a minute, three Chinese gangsters were looking at Mike getting his dick sucked by the boss’s woman. “You…uuugh…just a moment” Mike said cumming in her mouth. Mike made her swallow it. “Sorry. Was in the middle of something. You must be the boss seeing how you’re dressed better than the other two” Mike said grinning. "Shāle zhège húndàn (kill this asshole) the boss spat in Chinese. Mike held his hand out. His control magic freezing their minds. “Zìjî kāi qiāng (shoot yourselves)” Mike said grinning. Dutifully, they pointed their guns to their own heads and pulled the triggers. Mike rubbed his ears from the sound as he looked at their bodies on the floor. The boss stood there shocked beyond belief. “Who…who are you?” he whispered in fear. “The devil making his rounds and I’m come to collect” Mike said coldly walking up towards him and grasping his head. With terrible power, Mike looked into his mind and saw the things he had done to the community and beyond. The lives ruined, the lives destroyed, the lives he’d taken. “He’s a nasty one even by my standards” the Asura chuckled. Mike found something recent in his memory and nodded. Mike let him go. “Please…please let me go. I have money…”

“Blood money made off their misery” Mike said cutting him off. With a smile, Mike willed him to shrink slowly. His mental control made sure he didn’t run on him. When he was down to a miserable one inch tall, Mike plucked him up. “Open up sweetie” Mike said to the young woman. Once she had, Mike placed the man on her tongue. “The world will be better off when you’re gone.” Mike said coldly unsung his finger to close her mouth. He could scarcely believe what was happening to him. An hour ago, he was counting thousands of dollars of money while one of his whores rubbed his feet. Now shrunk to the size of a cockroach and sitting on the tongue of his favorite whore whose mouth reeked of another man’s semen. “Swallow like the good traitor you are” Mike commanded. She swallowed taking the gangster to her stomach. Her meal ticket now her meal. Mike shrunk her moments later and after putting his pants back on placed her in his pocket. He left the place and drove down the road and onto the highway. “Not going straight home?” the Asura asked. Mike didn’t answer.

Mike drove down to the Port Authority and stopped at the gate. “Badge please” the armed guard said. “I’m not in the mood. Open sesame” Mike said with glowing eyes. “Yes sir” the man said under his control. Mike drove around until he parked in front of a very large shipping container. “PT109. This is what I saw in his mind” he muttered as he shrunk the locks on the double steel doors. Mike flag the doors open and shined his cell phone light inside. He cringed as a horrible smell of piss and shit emanated from it. Dozens of people. Men, women, and children in filthy conditions looked at him dazed. “Sit down” Mike said commanding them. Such a burst of power left him dizzy. Locking it back, Mike shrunk the 50 ft. container down to a portable six inches. He carefully picked it up not wanting to injure or kill the bug sized people inside. “Oh, they’ll make nice…”

“Try again” Mike muttered. Mike placed them on the floor of his car and drove off. He drive back into the city this time directly into Chinatown and parked. He placed the container on the ground and opened it. In groups of five, he restored them to human size and gave them one final command before releasing them. “Yuânlí shétóu (stay away from snakeheads)” he said. Snakeheads being the slag for Chinese (or simply Asian) human traffickers. Once they were all gone, Mike shrunk the odious contributed to the size of a pill and dropped it into the sewer. Then, he went home still carrying the woman from earlier.

When he got home, he went downstairs and dropped her into the terrarium. Only then she woke up screaming and yelling. “Shut up” he spat before leaving her in the plastic tank in the dark. Mike went to his bedroom to find Katie asleep. Sitting down awoke her. “Where have you been?” she asked. “Taking care of business” he said softly. He raised her shirt and placed his hand on her stomach. “You better not be lying” Mike said in his mind as he began healing her. Mike did notice there was difficulty in doing so, so for the moment considered the Asura told the truth. He found he could see through her skin like a fuzzy X-ray. He could see the damage in her stomach and proceeded to repair it aided by the Asura’s knowledge. Once done ran his hand up and down her body replacing lost blood cells and cleansing her of septic toxins. Know already was looking better. “Now rest” Mike said kissing her forehead. Mike sat alone in the living room drinking a bottle of old whiskey he found thinking about that night. The innocent lives he took. The innocent lives he saved. And as his mind tried to ration what he did was balanced; his heart knew otherwise.

As there was one thing he could not rationalize matter how much he thought he did good. He enjoyed getting stronger even at the cost of innocent lives. He took another swing of booze and said something as he held the Coin in his other hand.

“I want more”. And as he did, the crack in the Coin grew once more nearly touching the center.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 19…The Brightest Light, The Darkest Night

“Hello sleepyhead. How do you feel?” Mike asked seeing Katie walk down the stairs. “Don’t feel like puking up a lung anymore. Smells good” she said looking at his steak and eggs late breakfast. “Nope. Oatmeal for you until your stomach adjusts” he said warming up a bowl. Katie huffed sitting down. “What happened to me?” she asked quietly. “You were dying. A severe stomach ulcer was causing internal bleeding and sepsis. I healed you” Mike replied softly. “There’s more to it. I can tell by the time of your voice” she said. “The Asura wasn’t strong enough to heal you as it was. I needed to sacrifice more people” he replied. “How many?” Katie asked. “9 overall. 10 if you count the gangster” he replied. “Gangster?!” she yelled. Mike handed her the bowl. He reluctantly told her what happened. “Mike, they were totally innocent” she said. “Would you and the baby preferred dying? Or maybe explaining to the hospital and cops where you’ve been? I tried balancing it by freeing the people they smuggled in. Hell, I got one of them that pimped them out down in the basement for later” he said to her. “Why?” she asked wary. “For fun, torture, anything we want” he replied. Katie said nothing as she finished her oatmeal and went to the basement. Mike followed her.

“Help me please! Hel…oh god” the shrunken woman muttered seeing Mike. “She’s pretty. This isn’t you trying to replace Kanya is it?” Katie asked slightly angry. “Kanya is irreplaceable. Ans this piece of windblown shit damn sure ain’t Kanya. Don’t feel a moment of pity for this bitch. He whored out teenage kids” he said. “Which you ate” Katie said quickly. “I had no choice! Between someone I don’t know our you and the baby it’s not a choice! You didn’t see what they had planned coming. You want me to show you? You want to relive the experience of seeing dozens of innocent people wallowing in piss and shit waiting to be turned out as slaves? You didn’t see the look of helplessness in a six-year-old girl’s eyes as some two-bit triad gang bought and sold her future” Mike yelled before storming back upstairs. Katie looked at the shrunken woman once more before following him.

“You were given an impossible decision to make. I have to respect that but is this our lives from now on?” Katie asked sitting next to him. He held her hand. “It doesn’t have to be. I became more powerful last night than ever. If I can find more, much more we won’t have to worry about you or the baby getting sick or hurt or anything. Ever” he said. Katie simply nodded. She didn’t know what to say to such a thing. She knew that the way Mike said it was so…gleeful. Almost manic quality to it. She didn’t know where the Asura’s influence, and Mike’s phobias began and ended. Mike sensed her trepidation. She wasn’t sold on his idea, but Mike didn’t care. He tasted a power that could remove any fear, any doubt, any threat to him. And for someone suffering from loss and trust issues, that carried weight. Mike found himself caring less and less what Katie felt about it.

Meanwhile…

“We’re not in the woods today?” Kanya asked looking up at a giant Ora. “No need to be for this. Now that you got the hang of healing magics you can begin training on Soul Resonance. First thing you need to do is leave behind any emotions that may hinder your focus. No anger, fear, longing, or worry” she said. It took a while for Kanya to clear her mind. “It’s a start…I guess” Ora muttered. “I’m worried about Katie and Mike” Kanya muttered. “Worry later. Focus now” Ora said sternly. Kanya sighed and tried harder. “Better. Soul Resonance is a merger of our soul with our magics. It’s empathic magic that can link one soul to another. It’s a hard magic to master because it requires absolutely pure positive energy. If there’s a hint of negative magic the spell fails. Proper meditation and a clear heart are the key. Now, find that happy place of yours that helped trigger it last time” Ora said. Kanya remembered the memory of Mike holding her tiny hand as she recovered from near fatal injury. The fear within him. The caring for her she sensed. Kanya began to glow. But just as quick as she had, the glow disappeared. “It hurt” Kanya muttered. “You have to be in synch for it to work. Forcing it otherwise will hurt. Try again” Ora said. Over and over for hours Kanya tried. “Stop. Anymore will cause physical damage” Ora sighed. “I guess it’s easy for you” Kanya said softly. “Not really. For many years I lost the ability and just when I regained it, I lost it once more. Only in the last 50 years did I regain it again” Ora said closing her eyes. Kanya watched as a soft glow engulfed Ora and an ethereal form of her came from her body. Without thinking, Kanya touched it. Instantly, Kanya was surrounded by a strange place she never seen before and before her stood two people. Ora, and another woman that looked similar to her. Suddenly it was all gone as Ora looked at the shrunken girl angrily. Ora stormed out of the room. “Ora! ORA!” Kanya yelled.

Kanya had to grow to human size to search Ora’s home for her. Eventually, Kanya found Ora on her bedroom windowsill looking outside. “Ora, I’m sorry if I made you angry” Kanya said. Ora turned to face her rubbing her eyes. Kanya saw she’d been crying. “No, I should be the one to apologize. You meant no malice. Only curiosity” Ora sighed. Kanya placed her in her hand and sat on her bed. “What happened? I saw you and someone else” Kanya asked. “The effect of Soul Resonance. For a brief moment our souls connected, and you saw a part of me. You saw a painful memory that was lingering in my mind when I used the spell” Ora replied. “What was it? Oh, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to” Kanya said. "It’s alright. The memory was of the last time I saw my mother. June 1900 China. Modern history refers to it as the Boxer Rebellion. It was a time of chaos in China. Western nations competing for their own piece of China. It turned out a group of Asura’s were fanning the flames. During a fight with one, my mother appeared. At first I was excited to see her once more, but she made it clear I was not welcome around her. 600 years had passed and still she hadn’t forgiven me. I lashed out telling her I did not need the approval of a hateful old Yaksha. As we argued, two more Asura appeared. Strong powerful master level Asura. The battle was…intense and the only reason I made it out alive was because of my mother. After the battle was over, the surrounding area was ashes. Mother herself wounded. I saved her life with healing magic. “You still did not learn your lesson” she said gesturing to a pile of burnt wood and ash. Almost covered up as a small human skull. The battle had consumed people taking shelter in the buildings. “It could’ve been avoided if you chose the battle instead you let your emotions take over. I tried raising you on my path instead of your father’s. I failed twice now” she muttered. “What did she mean by that?” Kanya asked Ora. “…I asked her, and she told me my father was an Asura. I do not know why mother bore a child of an Asura. She told me she conditioned my natural mixed power to that of a Yaksha, but it did not extinguish my inborn temper.” Ora muttered. “So when you said you were of mixed blood you meant…”

“Asura. She looked at me for the last time like one looks at a…monster” Ora said quietly sniffling. “You’re not a monster! Nobody asks for the conditions they’re born into this world. God knows you can’t pick your parents. Your mother is wrong Ora” Kanya said softly. Ora began crying once more and Kanya held her close to her cheek. After a while, Ora calmed down. “How about some lunch?” Kanya asked carrying her downstairs.

Kanya took out pots and pans in the kitchen. “You can cook?” Ora asked. “My family did run a Thai restaurant” Kanya replied getting food ingredients out. Kanya dropped some oil into a pan and heated it up before throwing some rice into it. Like an expert, Kanya wok the pan until the smell of fried rice filled the house. “Some Khao pad and fried vegetables” Kanya said. Ora (still shrunk) sat on the table and nibbled on the food. “Excellent!” Ora said gobbling it up. Kanya giggled watching her. Once they were done, Kanya washed dishes. Ora watched from the table. Ora noticed something strange from Kanya. “Impossible. That’s Soul Resonance! A very weak imperfect form but she’s invoking it without focus!” Ora thought. Indeed, there was a weak ethereal energy coming from Kanya. Kanya was humming to herself not noticing what was happening. “Kanya, how are you doing that?” Ora asked. The moment she said that the ethereal aura was gone. “Easy, the dish detergent does most of the work” Kanya giggled.

“Not the dishes! You were performing Soul Resonance!” Ora yelled. “Really? I was kind of thinking about it and then an old song got stuck in my head” Kanya said. “Forget the dishes. Sit on the floor” Ora said floating down onto the floor. Kanya sat before her. “What exactly was going through you mind while doing dishes?” Ora asked. Kanya fidgeted on the answer. “I felt bad for you, and I was thinking about ways to cheer you up. Maybe a little sex…and then working harder on this Soul Resonance thing. And while I thought about that I thought about an old song I used to sing” Kanya muttered. “…I see. While we can have sex later, I am curious if you can do Soul Resonance again under the same conditions. You were humming a song. Focus on that and the spell” Ora said. “Do I have to? It’s embarrassing” Kanya asked. “Embarrassing how?” Ora asked. “It’s a song I wrote when I was younger” Kanya whispered. “You wrote songs? Interesting” Ora said grinning. “It was just a phase!” Kanya said blushing. “Cannot be more embarrassing than what you’ve done so far” Ora said. Kanya sighed a took a deep breath.

(Authors note: the song Kanya is singing is “Prover” from Fate/Grand Order Babylonia)

“I stepped on the Shadowland. There is no paradise. Sappy old remedies, uncertain certain lost in the night. But still I will go up the river. Keep clinging on to this ladder till I reach the day that my tears shine. I just need a sign. I just need a light. In hopes that this song will ring out, on even the darkest nights. In hopes that your dreams will live on, not tangled or lost from sight. Don’t you look back, all the footsteps you took are left in the past afar. Don’t you forget or let go of the path that led you to where you are. I am the Prover. I am the Prover. I am the one that will challenge this world, the journey that never ends…”

Kanya was radiating energy so pure Ora could not help but be in awe of it. She wanted so much to touch it as it took shape but a part of her, a part trapped in a painful part of her life said she was unworthy. But Kanya’s words from earlier banished that feeling away. Ora grew to human size and touched Kanya’s hand. Like before, their souls connected, and Ora could see a memory of Kanya’s. A teenage Kanya was sitting on her bed writing on a notebook. Her face streaked with tears. A cellphone with a picture of a girl her age on it. Being able to see through Kanya’s eyes, Ora saw she was writing the song she was currently singing. Ora began to understand what she saw. Kanya wrote this song out of frustration of having feelings for another girl. Feelings that didn’t fit in a traditional Thai family. The connection broke as Kanya finished singing. “You saw that didn’t you?” Kanya whispered. “I did. Those words you spoke to me, you said them to yourself first didn’t you?” Ora asked. Kanya nodded. “Beautiful. Simply beautiful” Ora whispered. Kanya swooned and Ora grew back quickly and caught her. “Like last time, if you’re a novice at the spell it can leave you drained” Ora said helping her up. Ora led her to her sofa to lie on. “You okay?” Kanya asked seeing Ora dazed. Ora knelt at the sofa. “It’s been a very long time since I saw something so…perfectly harmonious. You are beyond gifted” Ora said before leaning forward and kissing her. Ora hugged her tightly. “Rest” Ora said leaving her.

That evening…

Mike sat down quietly before the terrarium with one saucer of food and water and a bowl of warm soapy water. The shrunken Chinese woman began quickly begging in Cantonese which Mike ignored. He picked her up and dropped her before the two bowls. Mike gestured for her to eat. Since it had been at least 36 hours since she had food and water, she wasted no time eating and drinking. Her eyes never leaving him. Once she had her fill, Mike gestured her to climb into the bowl. Smelling the soap, she figured what it was about. She was rather filthy by this point. Mike gave her a tiny scrap of paper towel to scrub her body. Mike heard footsteps and turned to see Katie sitting next to him. “She’s cute” Katie muttered. “Cute for a no-good sex trafficker you mean. Not much one to talk but even I have some limits” Mike said. “She knows English?” she asked. “Enough to know I don’t like her” Mike said grinning. “Please…help” the woman begged Katie trying to climb out the bowl. Katie flicked her in the chest sending her back into the bowl with a wet plop. “What’s first?” Katie asked. “Information. Since she was fucking a triad boss, I’m wondering how much she knew about the business. I could find sacrifices nobody will miss and get rid of a bunch of assholes at the same time. And then after that, a test subject so I can practice healing magic” Mike said with a sinister grin. “You always have the fun” Katie huffed. Mike looked at her curious. “What? Ever think I might want to have fun?” she asked. Mike gave a slight smile as she left.

Mike had the woman finally get out of the bowl and dried her off. “I’m going to have fun with you but business first” Mike said with a glowing finger. The woman tried to bolt but Mike easily held her in his right grip as his left finger approached her tiny head. She gasped as his fingertip touched her. Using his mind control magic, Mike more or less raped her mind for information. For starters he learned her name was Yue and she was from a small village deep in the mainland. She fell victim to a snakehead as she came to America nearly a year ago. Apparently she wasted no time fucking a small-time boss to avoid being pimped out. Mike avoided all the rest fearing any attachment. Then he came to what he wanted to really know. She had not only seen more of their operations, she even met the big boss. “Mr. Chou? Looks like a fucking tool” Mike thought seeing the image in her mind. He was a man with his finger in many proverbial pies. Drugs, prostitution, smuggling, human trafficking, extortion, and counterfeiting. With his power, Mike could bleed him dry. Then Mike saw her most recent memories. Her seeing his glowing eyes as he mouth raped her. Her thoughts of him full of terror. She thought he was a demon from old legends. “You weren’t that far off” Mike chuckled. Mike released her and she trembled. Little did he know but he missed something as he saw her recent memories. During his attack on the massage parlor, he’d forgotten to destroy the cameras inside.

“Yue, how did it feel to consume your old boyfriend? To feel him digest in your belly?” Mike asked. She only whimpered. “You know I could do the same to you right? Eat you alive and digest you in my belly. It would be so easy” he whispered touching her little cheek. She began crying and begging. “It’s what you deserve really selling other women out. Did any of their faces stick in your mind? Which one bothered you as they begged for your help? Was it that nice girl Mai? Did any of them? What about that one teenage girl? Did she scream the first time? Did you have any pity for her, any of them?” Mike asked with glowing eyes. She did not know how his words were heard in her mind in perfect Cantonese, but she knew what pissed him off. Yue was very good at reading people. It’s how she wrangled her way to the small boss’s favor…among her dick sucking skills. “Yes” she replied softly. “Then why sell them out so easily?” he asked. “NOT EASY! Not…easy. Look after myself” she said. “Some things are worse than death you know. Cowardice you die a thousand times in your mind. I don’t know much about Chinese society but I’m betting they don’t look kindly to those that sell out their own to gangsters. So allow me to give you penance. You’re going to suffer in ways you wish you died with the others. In 5 minutes, I’m going to orally rape you. In 10 minutes, I’m going to fuck you in the ass. And in 30 minutes I’m going to break both your legs and then heal them” Mike said cruelly.

Her eyes went wide hearing that and suddenly she found she couldn’t move. She could only watch as Mike took off his clothes. Her heart beat faster seeing his hardening cock looming over her like a deadly serpent. Mike scooped her into his hand and brought her to his face. His eyes danced with unholy energy. The air itself smelled wrong. Grinning, he seized her left leg and sucked it into his mouth. Mike let go of his control and she began screaming feeling his tongue underneath her bare foot and his massive teeth on her leg. It would take barely any effort to bite it off and she knew it. He let go and gave her body a long lick. Yue coughed out his salvia. His fingers painfully squeezed her pea sized tits until she screamed. It was a sick relief when he sucked on them. And then his mouth went to her pussy. His tongue pushed her legs apart for him to feast on her puny little cunt. Yue grit her teeth fighting the urge to moan. No holding back would help when he pushed her lower body into his mouth and pinned her up to her tits. Yue felt him sucking on her like candy. Her little fists beat on his upper lip. Her cries mixed with whimpers and moans. She could only sob as her tiny body went rigid as she came. The giant moaning himself as he sucked and swallowed every tiny drop of her nectar. He let go of her placing her on the table. Her lower body slick with spit, bruises and scrapes from his teeth. Yue watched as the horrible giant shrunk down to her size. For a brief moment she thought she could attack him and somehow get away. But his eyes, those horrible eyes said there was no hope to be found in that basement.

Mike pushed her down and raised her ass up. With not a word or warning, he rammed his cock right up her ass till his balls slapped her cheeks. And like a sadistic animal, pounded Yue. She didn’t know how long it was. Her mind drifted off until she felt his cum going up her rectum. Mike let go of her panting. “Where have you been saving that?” The Asura laughed. Mike said nothing as he grew back to human size. Yue thought it was over until she remembered what he said. How he was going to break her legs. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” she whimpered crawling. His giant finger flipped her on her back. His thumb and index finger gripped her right leg. Mike began to apply pressure slowly. For a few seconds it was just a little painful as the pressure built. Then there was a tiny sickening snap. Yue screeched in pain “Like a little matchstick” Mike chuckled. Mike went to her other leg and broke it the same. Yue sobbed pitifully looking at her fractured legs. “Now let’s see if I can heal them” Mike said smiling. Mike went to heal them but found it tricky. It wasn’t the same as healing Katie of an ulcer. More energy intensive too. Trial and error, he found applying the magic like one spreads lotion on skin the proper way. Evenly and give it time to seep in and do its job. Yue’s legs were healed but Mike wasn’t done.

He began again by breaking her left arm and healing it. Breaking ribs painfully by plucking her chest. Yue spitting blood and his finger moving around her chest to feel the tiny, fractured bones. It became a sick thrill to break and fix her. The most morbid of curiosities. Curious, he pulled her arm until it popped out of its socket. By this point, Yue was barely conscious only giving a gasp as her limbs were mangled. Mike learned quite a bit torturing her. As Yue was left twitching on the table, she wondered if she was actually in hell. That maybe she died in the parlor, and this was her torment by the ten kings of hell she was brought up believing to be true. In any event, Mike was done with her for the moment and dropped her into the terrarium. By then it was well past midnight and using all that magic tired him. Mike went upstairs to call it a night. As Mike walked through the living room towards the stairs, he saw headlights out of his front window. “You finally coming to bed?” Katie asked holding a glass of water. Shots rang out and bullets shattered the window. Mike instinctively reached for Katie and yanked her to the floor.

His hand felt wet, but it wasn’t from water. He found it stained with blood. Katie’s blood. “Mike…” she groaned looking at blood seeping from her chest through her nightgown. Blood oozed out of her mouth and then she went limp. Her vacant eyes staring off into eternity. “No…no no NO NO NO NO NOOOOO!” Mike screamed as he quickly tried to heal her. Ruptured lung, torn aorta, massive internal bleeding. No pulse. There was too much for him to fix, not enough skill, and no time. Mike knew that and with it came a fury the Asura didn’t know he had within him. Mike heard footsteps behind him. The power within him showed a Chinese teen pointing a gun at the back of his head. With barely a thought, Mike used shrinking magic on part of the gun. “Bye asshole” the teen muttered pulling the trigger.

BANG

The teen screeched in pain as his fingers were blown off. Mike had shrunk the barrel of the gun by two millimeters. Just enough for the round the get caught and backfire causing the gun to explode. Mike got up and turned to face him. He grabbed his throat and lifted the teen off his feet and carried him one handed outside. Three more thugs stood outside apparently waiting on their friend to confirm the kills. They didn’t expect what they saw next. In the darkness of the front porch, they could see Mike holding their buddy by his throat but also the reddish hue of energy wafting off him. Mike snapped the teen’s neck like a chicken bone and threw him hard enough his body smashed through the windshield of their car. One of them pulled his gun and fired. History repeating itself, Mike shrunk the bullets midair. His gun clicked now empty. He yells in Chinese for the others to fire and they do. Nothing. Mike calmly approaches as his red aura intensifies. The one that opened fire tries to attack him directly only to find he can’t move. Mike holds his hand out and mutters…“burn”.

He only gets two seconds to scream before the magic imbued flames scorch the inside of his lungs. The flames so intense they weren’t red, orange, blue, or even violet. They were WHITE hot. The oxygen, sodium, and potassium in his body reacting all at once turning him to a human flashbang grenade. He exploded and what was left quickly turned to ashes carried off by the night winds. It was enough to scar and warp the minds of the other two for as long as they lived. “Tell your boss the devil is coming for him” Mike said to them both. One of them yanked the corpse of their friend that killed Katie off the car and jumped in the other followed suit. “How many does it take to deliver a message?” Mike asked. “Only one” the Asura replied. Mike pointed his finger and bolt of lightning came from it. It arced right towards their car quickly speeding away, blasted through the back window and striking the thug sitting passenger side in the back going right through his heart. He slumped forward dead making the driver scream and drive faster. Mike looked at the dead teen on the ground. He shrunk the body to a few inches tall and left it there. “Let the scavengers have him” he hissed.

A few hours later, Mike sat quietly on the sofa. The living room stank of bleach and soap used to clean up Katie’s blood. Her body now shrunk to four inches sat in a small shoebox neatly washed and cleaned now wearing her favorite dress. He stared at it as his mind swirled with emotions and thoughts. “The garden or the attic with the others” he asked himself quietly. “No, not the attic. She was deathly afraid of spiders” he chuckled. There was an unhinged manner to his laughter. “Michael, for what it’s worth I’m sorry for your loss” the Asura said to him. Mike said nothing. “I’m serious. I too know the sting of losing someone I loved” he said. “You? You loved someone?” Mike laughed. “We’re agents of chaos Michael but we’re also capable of love. My beloved was named Ashel. Like your Katie, she did not care about the power I had and loved me for just me. As humans worshipped us as gods and goddesses, she worshipped me as a man. She gave a lonely immortal a reason to care about people again. And then one day by a cruel trick of fate, she suddenly died. So, I know the feeling of emptiness you feel. The wondering of how to live without her. I make a proposal Michael” the Asura said. “What is it?” Mike asked softly. “I have the knowledge to bring her back from the dead, but I lack the power to do so. Therefore, I need…”

“I know what you need, and I’ll do it. How many, who they are, it doesn’t matter as long as I can have her back” Mike hissed. “Very well Michael. Very well” the Asura said.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 20…Wrath of a Broken Heart

Mike sat at the chess bench in Central Park pondering his next move in more ways than one. It had been a six days since the night Katie died. The night he swore he’d do anything to bring her back. The next day he had ventured right into the heart of Chinatown and of course nobody would dare discuss the Black Dragons, the Triad gang holding sway there. That meant nothing to someone who could control minds though. Some pushing and prodding net his first target. A butcher shop that doubled as a drug front. Buyers would meet in the freezer away from prying eyes or ears. Mike simply strolled in and went to the back. Some small-time thugs playing mahjong sitting around saw him and went for their guns. Within a second they were neatly shrunk down for the rats to eat. Half the problem solved but Mike would take care of the other half another day. Day two was a laundry service fronting for money laundering. Mike had to chuckle at the irony. Shrunk the thugs and dropped them through the sewer grate in the back. Once that was done, he shrunk the money and put it in his pocket. No sense wasting money and he netted $20,000 in cash nobody would report stolen to the cops. The money wasn’t the only thing he left with though. The husband, wife, and daughter had seen his power and Mike had taken an interest in the wife and his daughter. Mike told them clearly he was going to eat one of them. He gave them a choice. The wife, or their cute 21-year-old daughter helping the family make ends meet. Their begging silenced seeing his glowing eyes. The daughter stepped forward bravely until her father held her back. The mother took her place. Late 40’s with manual labor dulling her once beautiful face. Mike shrunk her, stripped her of her clothing, and swallowed her unconscious body as they watched. And then he left.

On day three, word had spread of a “white faced demon” in Chinatown but of course nobody believed that superstition. Mike had found himself at a strip club called the “Orient Pearl”. It was not unusual for a westerner to come there. Some westerners ready to throw down some cash to have his dick sucked by an Asian girl was as common as clouds in the sky. However, this westerner actually told the customers to leave…and they did. Thugs, club manager, and a host of strippers Mike would later find out to be six were left behind. Mike casually closed the door and locked it. Mike began killing thugs in gruesome ways. Expanding or shrinking their brains. Making them shoot themselves. And the last one left electrocuted in his grip. The manager pissing himself caught his eye. “Lucky day. You get to live to tell the tale” Mike said walking right past him. Mike shrunk the door the strippers hid behind. He commanded each one to strip naked before him and they obeyed. The prettiest one he left last as he shrunk the others to three inches in height. Mike sat down to rest as using that much magic was tiring. He commanded the one girl still human sized to gather her friends and feed them to him. Like a Roman conqueror eating grapes, he feasted on a Chinese stripper one by one. She would place one in his open mouth, savor their flavor, maybe rape them with his tongue if he liked them enough, and then let them slip down his throat like a raw oyster. Once they were all gone, he shrunk her too. He could sense her terror, the overwhelming fear of prey before predator. Mike placed her feet first into his mouth and slurped her in. He played with her for a brief moment before swallowing where she ended up with her friends. Nobody would be running drugs, guns, or whores from that club for some time.

Day four was met with him burning gambling dens to the ground. Day five he found a Customs agent that helped tip off the Black Dragons about raids on counterfeiting and smuggling. Mike took his time with this one. Flicking her tiny high heels off. Rolling her nylons off her legs. Licking her feet and legs. Smiling as she cried and whimpered as her little pussy came from his tongue. She struggled as he sucked on her body. Her tiny feet kicking the inside of his cheeks. Her hands pushing against the roof of his mouth. But like all the others she ended up in his belly. And now we’ve come to day six. The biggest target he’d chosen so far but this one would net a large body count. Far bigger than the others. More than the others combined. Such a thing weighed on his mind though. To clear his mind, he went to Central Park to play chess with someone. Something he always wanted to do but never took the time to. He simply asked the first person he saw sitting at a chess table and he agreed. Five minutes into the game…

Mike moved his knight. The elderly black man across nodded and moved his pawn. “Can I ask you a question?” Mike asked moving his knight out from the pawn. “Sure kid” the man replied. “You ever loved someone so much you don’t know how you’d live without them?” he asked. “Haha…yes I have” the man replied. “That they understood you when nobody else could? Saw past the things you did and still loved you?” Mike added. “Again yes. My late wife Sheila. I was a gangster on the payroll of Bumpy Johnson back in the 60’s. Slung dougie (heroin), hurt people, killed people. Scrappy kid of 18. Shelia was a nurse. A good one. Best nurse in Harlem. Got my head kicked in one night and she’s the one that patched me up. She didn’t like what I did but she understood why I did it. Not many jobs for a negro kid in Harlem that could put food on the table and a roof over your head. I found her kindness changing me. When Bumpy died, I quit the hustle, married Sheila, and became a bricklayer. Hard work but it was honest work” the man said. “She still alive?” Mike asked. “Naw. She passed away from cancer back in 08’” he replied. “If you had the power to bring her back, would you?” Mike asked. “In a heartbeat. Gets lonely in that apartment by myself. Well, guess I’m not alone if you count the cockroaches but they have lousy conversation skills” the man laughed moving his rook. “What if bringing her back cost people their lives? Good innocent people?” Mike asked moving his bishop. The man paused for a second. “I don’t think she’d like what it cost. And in that case, I probably wouldn’t” he replied moving his room and taking a pawn.

“What if you did it anyway? You think she’d forgive you?” Mike asked almost in a whisper moving his knight. “She’d still love me but forgiving me? I really don’t know if she would. May I ask what brought this up?” the man asked moving his rook to take another pawn. “Curiosity. Let’s just say I’ve been studying what humanity considers good and bad” Mike replied moving his queen. “What have you learned so far?” the man asked curious as he moved to take his bishop. “That’s there’s a grey area where one can do good and bad at the same time” Mike replied using his knight to take his bishop. “Care to explain?” the man asked moving his knight. “You mentioned cancer. Take breast cancer for instance. Chemo poisons your body to attack the cancer cells. Good and bad. A mastectomy cuts away healthy and cancer cells. Good and bad. Every year people in this country focus on breast cancer awareness for a single month and that’s it. Good…and bad. For every good, there’s some bad. For every bad intention, there’s the goal of good. So, one must weigh the actions with the outcome. Which side of the scale tips? The bad, or the good? Check” Mike said moving his queen directly into the line of his King.

The man thought on it. “Men have asked that question for a very long time son. If what they do is worth it in the end. Will the payoff justify their misdeeds. I myself asked that about my misdeeds. Sure, I put food on the table, kept myself off the streets but at the cost of my fellow man” the man said moving his rook to block and threaten his queen. “They made a choice. I doubt you put a gun to their heads to buy your heroin” Mike said moving his queen. “You’ve never seen a heroin addict son. Choice left them long ago. Make no mistake, I was a predator preying on men and women I grew up around. My best customer was my babysitter once. Once you begin justifying your actions, you find ways to justify worse ones. We ain’t God. We don’t have the power to decide who’s lives are worth more than others” the man said. Mike’s eyes glowed for a split second. A smile crept on his face. “So, you’re saying because one doesn’t have that power, it’s not their right? Then if we did have that kind of power then we do have that right. Check…and mate” Mike said moving his queen to the far back row. Mike held out his hand. “Good game” he said. The man shook his hand and watched Mike walk away.

Nightfall…

Mike sat quietly in his car sipping coffee. He had been staring at this warehouse for an hour. A warehouse located just outside North Bergen New Jersey. It wasn’t just any warehouse though. It was the second most important hub of Mr. Chou’s criminal enterprise. It housed guns, drugs, illegal cigarettes, money waiting to be laundered, counterfeit goods, and most importantly women to work it. Half massive sweatshop, other half illegal storage. The outside was swarming with gangsters and crooks worried the “white faced demon” would show up. It was impossible for them to know he had as Mike shrunk himself and his car to toy size and observed quietly from a field 100 yards away. He had counted them within minutes of arrival. 22 guards. As for how many inside he didn’t know. Only a vague memory from Yue he could go by. In any event, it had to be dozens of innocent women to even try running their sweatshop schemes. If he went through with it, it would be the coldest, most malicious thing he ever did and knew it. Mike figured if he did this, redemption was permanently off the table. He thought back to what the old man said to him about if their loved one would forgive him. “I don’t care if she doesn’t. As long as I can have her back again. If I can just hear her voice, smell her, hold her” he muttered. Mike got out of his car and unshrank them both. He just casually walked right up to the warehouse.

They finally noticed Mike as he got within about 20 yards. “Fuck outta here Slim Shady or you want this smoke?” one said. “Smoke? I want the whole pack bitch” Mike said coldly before shrinking him small enough he disappeared into the grass. Alerted by the flash of red light, the others quickly came to investigate. They drew on him. Grinning, Mike held out his hand and summoned all the dew sticking to the grass caused by the cool humid air to hover in the air. The dew flew to their bodies sticking to their skin wetting it. To them, they must’ve thought it was just cold sweat. To Mike it was their death warrant being signed. Just before they fired, a ball of light flickered from his index finger. It hovered in the air growing larger. The air suddenly smelled of ozone. A crackling sound came from it. “Keep your eye on the birdie” Mike snickered as the ball slowly hovered over their heads. Suddenly it exploded as dozens of strings of potent electricity arced through the air and touched their bodies. Their wet skin conducted the electricity vastly more than normal killing them where they stood. “Bet it was their first time ever seeing ball lightning…and their last” Mike muttered. Mike walked to the metal wall of the warehouse and touched it. Someone opened a nearby door to see a man cloaked in red energy. Mike turned to face him as he powered up the most powerful, staggering shrinking spell probably done in years.

The entire warehouse was surrounded by a magic glyph of ancient origin. Its red light seen all the way into New Bergen 5 miles away. Mike felt the immense drain of energy immediately and did not care. The man staring at him saw what seemed to be the man growing in size. He wasn’t. He, the warehouse, and everything and everyone inside was shrinking. Within a minute, the rooftop was eye level. Two minutes, knee level. Three minutes, the top of his toes. From there Mike stopped almost sucked dry. This was testament how powerful he’d grown in such a short time. Nearby, a transformer sparked from being torn away from the shrunken building it once lit up. The foundation laid utterly bare. Mike picked up the building carefully not wanting its own weight to crack it in half. Shrunken down to now four feet by two feet, it weighed just under 16 lbs. and fit neatly in the trunk of the car. He heard faint screaming as he shut the lid. Mike sat in the driver seat exhausted and wondered once more if this was the right thing. As he started the car, the radio came on playing a tune as if to give him a twisted answer.

“All our times have come. Here but now, they’re gone. Seasons don’t fear the reaper, nor the wind, the sun, or rain. We can be like they are. Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper. Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper. We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper. Baby, I’m your man…”

Mike laughed as he put the Camry in gear and drove onto the dirt road and headed home. Just over a hundred miles away, Ora had woken up minutes ago and was staring northeast…towards where Mike was. “Hmm? Something wrong?” Kanya asked waking up. “A disturbance. A very large release of magic energy in that direction” Ora replied. “Mike?” Kanya asked. “Impossible. It would take a Mage of near master level to release that much power. Michael couldn’t have grown that strong so quickly” Ora said. “Then who was it?” Kanya asked. “I do not know” Ora whispered.

When Mike got home, he wasted no time taking the shrunken warehouse to the basement. He cleared the terrarium, with Yue inside, away and began to pry open the roof. Mike laughed as it was like tearing open an ant colony. Tiny little people no bigger than ants frantically scurrying around. Some exiting by their doors found to their horror there was no escaping the now gigantic world. The thugs left to guard the inside of the warehouse began firing their guns at Mike. Mike didn’t have to do a damn thing as their bullets were not even half the size of a grain of sand. His body, let alone his face, was too far to even hit. The air conditioning set to low was enough to blow the bullets away. Mike glanced at Yue before picking her up. She was mortally terrified of Mike because of earlier but he was gentle holding her. For fun, he placed her directly in the middle of the warehouse. The shrunken woman a giantess now before them. So small they didn’t even reach her ankles. Seeing a giant Chinese woman before them they began frantically begging for her help. “Eat the men” Mike commanded. Yue had not eaten since last night and was starving. Such a thing would be abhorrent to her but hunger and the fact who gave the command compelled her to obey. She grabbed one man, stripped him bare, and devoured him. They scattered before her. Yue did it again with another, and then another.

Mike sat quietly watching Yue feast on them. After six she stopped. “Can’t be helped” Mike shrugged picking her up. At first Yue was afraid she would be punished for not eating them all, but she found his finger petting her belly. She belched and sighed. “The rest is up to me” Mike said. There were three more thugs to deal with which he simply crushed under his finger. Wiping them away and smearing their blood and guts across the floor made a few puke at the sight. It was just the women left. Holding out both hands, he used his mind control to make them strip. Once that was done they just stood there empty minded. Mike took count of them. 54 total. Some teenage he thought squinting to look. Mike lowered his hand and commanded some to climb in. Once they had he raised his hand to his mouth, tilted it, and let the shrunken little morsels fall in. One wouldn’t think someone so tiny would be flavorful but a dozen at a time did make for a savoring treat. Mike simply sucked on them. Apparently too hard as a few just popped under the vacuum pressure. Their blood making them taste a little salty. Mike jammed his tongue to the roof of his mouth crushing more into pulp. Content, Mike swallowed. He lowered his hand again to repeat the process.

These he simply chewed up before swallowing. He lowered his hand again and swallowed them whole. On the fourth go, he ate them one by one. Just a few were left now. He placed Yue inside and commanded them to worship her. “Just enjoy it” Mike said seeing her anxiety. He got up for a moment and returned with a bottle of whiskey that was stored nearby. He popped the top and began drinking. God only knows how old the liquor was and as Mike put it, it “burned in a good way”. Burning being the keyword as anyone still alive in his stomach was showered in hundreds of gallons (to them) of searing death. At their size, whiskey might as well have been battery acid as it dissolved their flesh and eventually their bones. Yue sat there actually finding enjoyment from being worshipped. Two tinies licking her feet. Another eating her giant (to them) pussy. And the last one seeming upset she had nowhere to go to fulfill his command. Yue picked her up and began kissing, licking, and then sucking on her little body.

Mike, having damn near drunk half the bottle, was fucked up. “Come…burp…come on Kanya, you can do better” he slurred using his finger to jam the woman eating Yue’s pussy deep inside her. Yue moaned as her cunt clamped down on the tiny struggling inside her. Apparently the mind control wears off when a giant, sopping wet pussy is squeezing the life out of you. Yue’s tiny little toes scrunched as she came crushing the woman inside her. Panting, Yue pulled the body out from inside her using her left hand. Mike bent down near her. Yue could smell the booze on him. He opened his mouth, and she swore she could see the fumes. Mike sucked her left hand removing the body from her grip. Then, one and then the other, he ate the women worshipping her feet. The final one was the one Yue had in her right hand. The look on her face indicated she didn’t want this one eaten. “Okay. You can have her as a pet” he said. Mike removed them from the warehouse and began destroying it. Yue was astonished such a thing was now just recyclable refuse in a trash can. Now, he was focused solely on her. He petted her hair calling her Kanya. Spoke about things she couldn’t understand with her meager English skills. She wondered who this Kanya was. And then she was shocked when the murdering giant broke down crying.

Yue figured something had happened. A week ago, there was a loud series of bangs upstairs and the sound of broken glass. Since then, she had not seen the giantess named Katie. In his sobs the giant mentioned her name over and over. “Katie? Where?” Yue asked. Mike stopped crying for a moment. “Dead. Your triad friends killed her. So I killed them. All of them except one” he replied in Cantonese. It has just dawned on Yue what he had done that night. Fear had clouded her perception but now she realized the shrunken warehouse, all the people he’d eaten was the sweatshop she had seen once before. She looked upon Michael as one would look upon a natural disaster. Fear, awe, and respect for its destructive power. Mike had just left her sitting there and went upstairs. On the coffee table was Katie’s shoebox casket. Out of his grief and mania, he had not buried her and after a week the entire living room was ripe with her smell. Mike passed out on the sofa.

It was day 7 now and for the entire day Mike did next to nothing. Other than having fun with Yue, in which he was oddly gentle, Mike just sat there on the sofa watching tv. “Surprised you’re not doing anything” the Asura said. “Even God rested on the seventh day” Mike muttered. “So, you’re a god now?” the Asura asked. “Might as well be with all the death and control I’ve made this week. Speaking of death, are you close to being powerful enough to bring her back?” Mike asked. “Very close. Last night infused me with power I haven’t had in many a year. I just need a little more” the Asura said. Mike nodded holding the Coin. He could not see that the crack had now spread to the other side of it. Around 11:30 pm, Mike headed to a suburb of Jersey City called The Heights.

His last target was the big daddy himself, Mr. Chou. He got the location from a random phone during one of his attacks. “God bless google maps” Mike said as the phone kept the record of the drive. Mr. Chou lived in a $5 million mansion way out alone on top of a hill where the closest neighbor was nearly a half mile away. Mike calmly drove up the hill to a gate fence. With a suggestion, the guard let him in, and he drove right up to the front door. Mike knocked on the door. “Who the fuck are you?!” a guard asked wondering how he got through the gate. “Got a minute talk about the Lord?” Mike asked. Mike held out his hand. “Or you can talk to him directly” Mike said before killing him with a point-blank lightning bolt. The loud thunderclap alerted security. A dozen poured out the kill him. “Guess I’m on pack watch tonight too!” Mike laughed as he began. Shrinking attacks, lightning, the sounds of broken bones as superhuman strength being used. Gunfire and screams mixed with thunderclaps loud enough to shatter glass filled the mansion. The hallways were a bloody smoking kill box.

Mike turned his attention to the stairs leading to the basement. His Farsight magic faintly detecting people downstairs. It was a spell he had trouble with, but it was good enough to lead him to his target. Just as he was about to go down he was shot in the back by a half dead thug. Mike turned to look at him as his healing magic pushed the bullet out his back and healed. “After all you just saw, you’d think you would just play dead. Points for duty. Being ex-army, I understand that” Mike said before striking him down with a bolt. Mike walked down the stairs now unimpeded.

Mike entered the basement and saw a very large heavy steel door. “Panic room…”

BANG

Mike fell to the floor after being shot in the side of the head at nearly point-blank range. “Sir, your and your family should leave. We can finish here” a guard that had been hiding behind the door said. They rushed them upstairs. They did not notice Mike’s head reforming. Brains coming back together, skull growing and sealing. Mike opened his eyes and stood back up nearly giving the two guards a heart attack. “You…you were dead” one muttered. “No just resting” Mike muttered before shrinking them both. Mike crushed them underfoot like bugs as he noticed his prey was gone. Mike rushed upstairs to find two last guards leading Mr. Chou to a Mercedes along with his wife and daughter. With a wave of his hand, he incinerated the guards where they stood. Now his attention turned to Chou and his family. Chou desperately tried to open the car door only to find it strangely unmovable. Not locked, unmovable. “Mr. Chou. You’re a hard man to get to but nobody is untouchable. You reminded me of that last week” Mike said approaching. He stood before his wife and daughter.

“Who…what are you?!” he yelled. “Didn’t they tell you? I’m the devil. Hmm…12:13 am. 7 days right to the minute you took something irreplaceable to me. You took my future wife and unborn child from me. I think it’s only fair I take your wife and child in return” Mike hissed snapping his fingers. His wife and daughter shrunk before his eyes. Barely the height of a blade of grass on his lawn, Mike picked them up. Chou frozen in place could only watch. Mike looked at the wife screaming between his fingers. Late 40’s, pudgy, and clearly indulgent in plastic surgery. Mike focused his magic to making only some of the woman grow back. She screeched as her tits expanded and suddenly she exploded in a fine mist. Dropping to the ground was a pair of silicone implants. “I love shrinking magic. So versatile” Mike chuckled. Now he looked at the daughter between his fingers. She appeared to be 18 or 19 years old. Wearing a NYU sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. “Please…she has nothing to do with what I did. She doesn’t even want this life! She’s innocent!” Chou pleaded. “So was my Katie” Mike said coldly.

Mike began tearing her clothes off as callously as one would tear off a candy wrapper. Her tiny clothes fell to the ground, and she shivered from fright and the cool night air. “Prettier than her mother. Nicer tits too. Something to be said about the natural look. Aww, she even painted her cute little toes a pretty shade of red” Mike chuckled bringing her closer to his face. He smelled her tiny feet before licking them. She squirmed between her fingers trying to keep her feet from his giant tongue. Mike stopped only to suck her tits. “Sorry sweetie. Any other day I’d just make you into a sex toy, but daddy pissed me off really bad” Mike said before shoving her into his mouth. Mike savored her as he got closer to Chou. Now standing only three feet away, he made sure the man knew her suffering. “She’s delicious by the way. Body lotion makes her tastes sweet, salty from sweat, and oh does her tiny pussy taste so good” Mike mumbled as he tongue raped her. “Ohh…she just came” Mike grinned. The girl stuck her head out from between is lips. “DADDY! DADDY HELP…” she screamed before Mike slurped her back in and swallowed with a loud gulp. Mr. Chou stood there helpless as the bulge that was his daughter traveled down Mike’s throat and disappeared past his collarbone. “She’s still alive you know. On average, it takes five minutes to die when someone is swallowed alive. In her case I’d say three minutes, I skipped dinner tonight just to eat your daughter” Mike chuckled. The man grit his teeth as tears fell from his eyes. “Fuck you!” he hissed. “Oh no. Fuck you sir. Fuck you in the ass with no lube” Mike spat as lightning concentrated at his fingertip. He aimed right at Chou’s head.

BOOOM

Chou found himself still alive. Mike laid on the ground 30 ft. away groaning. “Leave this place” a female voice said to his right. Chou turned to see a woman standing there dressed in black. “I said go!” she yelled with glowing yellow eyes. Chou had no choice but to flee and opened the now usable car door and sped away as fast as he could. “Michael. That was a lightning spell” the asura said. “Oh, ya think?” Mike spat. Mike looked at the direction of the attack and saw the woman in black. “She’s a Yaksha” the asura muttered. “I guessed that” Mike said standing up. “Stay down boy and make this easier” she said as ethereal chains formed dragging him to the ground. A magic glyph formed beneath him. “A binding spell! She seeks to separate us. If she does…”

“I lose Katie forever and I die” Mike said struggling. The chains snapped. “Higher level that I assumed. Hard way it is” she muttered firing off a lightning spell. Mike was ready this time and deflected it. Mike followed with a concentrated burst of fire which the woman blew away with a hurricane level gust of wind. “Fine” Mike said charging right at her. Mike grappled with her as both crackled with magic energy. “Guess Ora didn’t send you the memo. Don’t fuck with me” Mike hissed overpowering her and punching her hard in the chest. “How…how do you know that name?” the woman asked coughing blood. “I’d tell you, but you’d be dead soon” Mike replied coldly. “You’re an aberration. The asura poisoned your mind. You’re so out of control the humans have begun asking questions about what you’ve done. You will expose us all. I cannot let that happen!” the woman said attacking with wind magic that cut and sliced his body. Mike fell to his knees. “He gave me power while your kind lied and tried to kill me. You’re no better than them. And now you’ve taken away my target! My way of balancing the scales! The only way to make what I’ve done even halfway right!” Mike yelled as he healed and stood back up. He charged up a lightning attack and she countered. The bolts collided in midair forcing against one another as energy gathered and grew. Then it exploded violently badly inuring Mike.

“She’s too strong for you. We must merge” the asura said. “What?” Mike groaned. “Right now, you are using my power as a conduit by way of the Coin. It is imperfect. But direct contact, by merging, it will boost our connection. We can become much stronger” the asura said. “I don’t trust you” Mike whispered. “Then your hopes of getting Katie back ends here tonight” he said. “What do I have to do?” Mike asked. Take the Coin and place it directly on the skin of your chest” he replied. Mike did and he cried out as the Coin sunk into his flesh. He and it were now one. His eyes glowed with power and his injuries healed instantly. “Round two” Mike said grinning. Mike charged her so fast he was a blur. His punch broke two of her ribs. A point-blank bolt sent her flying. Mike jumped into the air as lightning gathered into his hand and came down hard shattering the rest of her ribs. She vomited blood. “What…have you done?” she asked looking at his glowing red eyes. “I’m going to enjoy raping and eating you” Mike hissed. She gathered her power and blew him off her. She attacked him desperately, but her injuries slowed her down. Between attacking and healing, her power was split.

Mike had the upper hand, and she knew her defeat was inevitable. She summoned a gust of wind akin to a small tornado blinding Mike. When it dissipated, she was gone. “Hmm. Bitch” Mike muttered.

Ora and Kanya were awoken by someone pounding on the front door. Ora went downstairs followed by Kanya. “Who could it be?” Kanya asked. “I do not know. Stand back just in case” Ora warned. Ora opened the door with a glowing hand ready to attack. To her shock a woman stood before her battered, bruised, and bloody. “Ora, please help…” the woman said collapsing. “Oh my god” Ora muttered holding her. Ora quickly carried her to her sofa and began healing triage on the woman. “Holy shit. Ora, who is she?” Kanya asked seeing the woman barely alive.

“She’s my mother” Ora replied.