That’s it for now; that’s as far as the original idea went. I have no immediate plans to continue this story; in fact, a couple of nicer stories are next up in the queue.
If I ever return to this, you can probably guess that this criminal enterprise—like so many others—will fall apart due to greed, impatience, and short-sightedness.
All six tiny girls now stood inside the fish tank for the Prof’s inspection. Barb and Janey stood apart from the rest, facing each other while occasionally glancing up at the Prof. The four other girls huddled together whimpering every time the Prof loomed close while Deirdre explained to Rebecca what was going on. The Prof moved around the table to look at the girls from various angles, the fingers of his free hand twitching and rubbing against his palm.
At last the Prof stood up over the tank and shot his hand down to pluck Janey about the abdomen with his thumb and forefinger, bringing her up for closer inspection. He first examined her face and chest, holding the magnifying glass right in front of his eye. After a moment he inverted her, using a single finger to pry apart her flailing legs so he could scrutinize her pussy and asshole. Finally he lowered the magnifying glass and brought Janey’s splayed crotch right up against his mustache and under his nostrils for a deep whiff.
Familiar with the Prof’s habits, Jonathan waited for his tongue to make an appearance. He could see the muscle flexing in the Prof’s throat. The Prof took another deep sniff of the tiny girl’s snatch, then pursed his lips and returned her ungracefully to the tank. He brought the magnifying glass up again and leaned down to peer at the girls clustered around Rebecca. Jonathan knew what it was like to have a handful of shrunken girls look up at you in terror, and he understood why the Prof drew this process out.
The girls shrieked when the Prof stood up over the tank again, and Audrey broke from the pack in an attempt to evade his descending hand. Her flight was in vain, however, as the Prof’s hand instead dove into the herd of the three other girls and fished Emma out of the tank. The Prof shifted his grip to her torso and repeated the same inspection he had performed on Janey. This time his tongue did indeed participate, the tip making a single dab at her furry little pussy. The Prof closed his eyes and savored the taste, swallowing and smacking his lips. He then opened his eyes and nodded to Jonathan.
As the Prof carried Emma in his pinch over to a nearby bookshelf, Jonathan resettled on the couch to consider how much Greg would pay for each of the five girls not chosen. Greg’s tastes were not as idiosyncratic as the Prof’s, but they were still a bit narrow. Audrey should definitely get enlarged some, although her quickness argued against making her legs too much longer. He’d want to see Deirdre’s assets a bit bigger, too.
The Prof took an empty pint glass down from the shelf and lowered Emma into it, letting her drop the last couple of inches. He set the pint glass on the side table next to his chair, then turned to the desk on the other side of the lamp and unlocked a low cabinet door, which folded down to form a horizontal shelf. The bottom of the cabinet featured several small shelves and containers, none higher than three inches.
“Miss Menzies, if you would be so kind,” the Prof said ritually.
The interior of the cabinet extended into the desk to the left past the opening of the door, and it was from this direction that Miss Menzies appeared. She was just over four inches tall, white skin and long curly auburn hair down to her ass. She had heavy breasts that had started to sag, and it was her wide hips that Jonathan looked for when picking girls for the Prof. At one time, Miss Menzies had been the secretary for the department where he taught at the University. Now the Prof had her all to himself.
One of the little containers in the cabinet held a supply of lube, which Miss Menzies extracted and began to apply to all of her limbs and the whole front of her torso. The Prof reoriented the lamp back toward the reading chair, then opened his gown as he sat down, letting the burgundy fabric drape over each arm of the chair. The Prof liked to have an audience, and Jonathan had found that the other girls were more obedient once they had seen how bad it could get.
The Prof leaned back in his chair and spread his legs so everyone could get an eyeful. The graying thatch on his chest continued down over his prominent belly, thinning only somewhat, then vanished underneath his drooping gut and sprouted up again around his cock and balls before thinning again along his thighs and shins. His wrinkled cock was probably average size when hard, but soft and in the shadow of his belly it seemed puny.
Miss Menzies signaled her readiness by walking out onto the platform created by the open cabinet door. The Prof smiled and leaned across one arm of the chair to pluck her about the hips and bring her to him, level with his chest.
“A pleasure as always, Miss Menzies,” he said, lowering her to the seat of the chair and standing her between his legs. He then selected the pint glass and poured Emma into his waiting palm. He held her wriggling in front of his face, his hazel eyes twinkling and his lips rolling over each other. Without further ceremony, Miss Menzies mounted the Prof’s ballsack and began massaging his dick with her slippery limbs and torso.
By now Jonathan had a pretty good idea of what the Prof was gonna do, but he still didn’t quite understand it. The Prof was quite content to enjoy the sight of the two-inch-tall girl struggling in his grip. Miss Menzies was pacing herself, as her labors could take a while to bear fruit.
“Please let me go!” Emma wailed.
The Prof’s face split into a supremely self-satisfied grin. He raised Emma above his head, tilted his head back, and opened his mouth wide. Emma’s cries blossomed into raw panic and her legs flailed furiously. Jonathan was pleased to see all the other girls were watching raptly, Deirdre still unhappily narrating for Rebecca.
It seemed to Jonathan that the Prof took an unbearably long time before dropping Emma into his mouth, but drop her he did, snapping his jaw shut and muting her screams. The girls in the tank jumped in alarm, but Jonathan knew it was far from over. The Prof brought his head back down to face the tank and regally laid his arms on the chair rests. On cue, Miss Menzies increased the vigor of her ministrations to his cock, which had acquired some definition.
From the movements of the muscles and tendons in his throat and jaw, it was evident that the Prof was using his tongue to give Emma a kinetic tour of his mouth, pausing in favorite locations to suck the fluids from her body. As always, Jonathan looked to see if he could spot any indications that the Prof might be chewing her, but he never could.
Twice, the Prof puckered his lips and extruded part of Emma outside his mouth. First came her legs still kicking and then her round little ass, glistening with who knew how many different fluids. That time the Prof slurped her back into his mouth slowly, so her kicking seemed to accelerate as more and more of her legs vanished between his lips.
The second time Emma emerged only her head and shoulders were visible. She seemed to have exhausted her capacity for screaming, but Jonathan could still hear her tiny gasps for fresh air. The Prof leaned forward slightly (mustn’t disturb Miss Menzies) and held Emma between his lips until the girls in the tank noticed her. He let Emma try to call out to them for a couple of seconds before sucking her back into his mouth with great relish and relaxing back into his chair.
At some point during the proceedings Miss Menzies always shifted from hugging the underside of the Prof’s cock to straddling the top so he could see her grape-sized ass. Jonathan looked and saw that she had already made this transition, her eyes closed as she embraced his shaft and rocked her tits and pussy back and forth along it.
The Prof had been making intermittent low moaning sounds ever since Emma had fallen into his mouth. Now Jonathan could hear a series of grunts originating from the Prof’s diaphragm, seemingly exhorting Miss Menzies to greater exertions. How Emma was experiencing them was anyone’s guess.
Finally the Prof tilted his head back again and Jonathan, who knew to look for it, saw the Prof swallow. If any of the girls in the tank saw it and had a vocal reaction, Jonathan couldn’t hear it over the Prof’s grunts. Reflexively, the Prof shot a hand underneath his balls and pressed hard on his taint; perhaps Miss Menzies could use an assistant to handle prostate duty.
At last the Prof came, an anticlimactic couple of spurts without even the velocity to spray Miss Menzies, although she got smeared when he gripped the base of his cock and pinned her to his hairy underbelly and squeezed out the final drops. Jonathan wondered if Miss Menzies could hear Emma, buried deep within the Prof’s gut.
The demonstration was over as far as Jonathan and the girls in the tank were concerned, but the Prof insisted on first licking Miss Menzies clean and returning her to her quarters. Only then did he wipe himself off and close his dressing gown. Jonathan might have thought he was waiting patiently for the Prof, but his posture indicated otherwise as he thrust the device at the Prof for resetting.
The girls in the tank fled at Jonathan’s approach, but he easily collected Audrey and Janey in one hand and Deirdre and Barb in the other.
“Gonna put you on the floor,” he said. “Hold still so we can enlarge you.”
“What about Rebecca?” Deirdre shouted up from his fist.
“Four at a time, max,” he replied, setting them on the Prof’s grimy hardwood floor. He stepped back as the Prof entered his code into the device and targeted them. A moment later they were 1/16th their original size, twice as big as they had been when Jonathan had taken them out of the tank.
“You said you were gonna enlarge us!” protested Barb. Jonathan snickered.
“Didn’t say by how much.” That trick never got old.
He bent down and gathered the despondent girls back into his grip, then walked over to the table and returned them to his bag. Finally he collected little Rebecca, blinking and bewildered, and put her in the bag as well.
“Six more shots enabled,” the Prof said, handing the device back to Jonathan.
“Great.”
“You left one at two inches.”
“Yeah, she can’t see without her glasses, and my guy has a thing for redheads. He’ll probably get a kick out of her stumbling around his desktop.” The two men shared an evil chuckle.
“Did you work out a maximum range for this thing?” asked Jonathan. “That one you picked I zapped at over twenty yards.”
“Really?” marveled the Prof. “No, that circumstance was never envisioned.” Jonathan didn’t know the term “the passive voice,” but he recognized it in use and distrusted it all the same.
“If I had more shots I could experiment more with the range,” Jonathan said.
“I’m sure, just as I’m sure you could sell even more girls and increase our exposure. I do hope your buyer is showing discretion.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” replied Jonathan vacantly.
“Let me remind you,” warned the Prof, “any attempt to tamper with or disassemble the device will be catastrophic for the tamperer and anyone within approximately 300 feet thereof.”
Jonathan raised his hands conciliatorily.
“I ain’t gonna monkey with it,” he said. “I was just trying to expand our opportunities.”
“Our opportunities are quite sufficient,” the Prof said coolly. Jonathan knew better than to let his face show dissent.
“Same time next month, then,” said Jonathan.
The Prof’s convivial demeanor recovered quickly. “A consummation devoutly to be wished,” he said with a jaunty tilt of his head and opened the door.
As he made his way out of the Prof’s building, Jonathan reflected—not for the first time—that the Prof had enlarged multiple girls with what seemed like a single shot. Up until now Jonathan had been careful to shrink girls only when they were alone. Combined with his discovery of the long-range effectiveness of the device, he imagined that he might be able to increase his monthly catch beyond what the Prof had originally “envisioned.”
Only one way to find out.
@littlest-lily said:
I’ve never seen Land of the Giants, I apparently need to change that!
It had some nice moments, but it had far more missed opportunities. Everything’s getting rebooted, why not LOTG?
I’m older and more experienced than Aiden, and I’d be mortified when I found out I had done this. A hundred bucks says he calls up Moira and begs her to take care of Evie until he can face up to this. It could set them both back months. 
@littlest-lily Whenever I read about a handheld tiny flailing their legs, I think of the mechanical props on Land of the Giants that they used as stand-ins for handheld “Little People” being carried off by giants:
@Mrgoblinging7 Untie her legs and have her draw you around the room. 
@Mrgoblinging7 I found out the hard way that weight of cardboard is too light. Loose like that she’d punch right through it.
@littlest-lily I like how Evie functions as a walking, talking adrenal gland for Aiden.
