Tried my hand at it

Chapter Two…First prey

Mike sat in the old love seat his grandfather had spent a lot of his time in. It had been two weeks since he made his shocking discovery and in that time he thought about the power he twirled and flipped with his fingers. The house itself felt more homelike now his things were moved in. He didn’t have to work with that inheritance he received. As for college, being a senior meant most of his assignments were online anyways. Nothing but idle time now. Of course they say idle hands are the devil’s playthings. He stopped twirling the coin for a moment and gazed upon it. Since it drew his blood, things began to creep into his mind. The coin somehow imparted an almost instinctive knowledge to him. It was magic, that much he knew, and the words inscribed on them from a long-forgotten dialect of Thai. Mike surmised that might be how his grandfather came to own it in the first place. His grandfather was stationed in Thailand during the Vietnam War. Nevertheless, it was his now as the blood drawn formed a “contract” of sorts making Mike the new owner. It had the power to shrink anyone he wished. He could even shrink objects within reason. He tested it out on his grandpa’s old 68’ Mustang Fastback and shrunk it down to the size of a model toy. Everything still worked on it after having done so. It made Mike begin to wonder that the cars his grandpa let him play with as a kid were actually real cars…from previous victims. Something he would look into later.

“Fuck it” he said with a grin deciding to use the coin. Now that he decided to use it, he began planning. He couldn’t just go off and shrink a girl. Not these days. Some thought had to go into it. Mike knew his grandfather was onto something using New York as a hunting ground. A girl going missing in a city that large wouldn’t cause a stir. However, he had to be more careful than his grandpa. These days cameras were everywhere…mostly. Cellphones, GPS, ATM cameras, even simple traffic cams and outdoor webcams could expose him. He wasn’t undaunted though. Build a better mousetrap you’ll just make a better mouse. Plenty of blind spots if one knew where to look. Deciding on a plan, a simple one, he got into his car. A 2008 grey Toyota Camry. One in millions on the road and easily blended in with traffic.

New York was a simple hour drive away from home and once he entered the city, he drove to a small club. Saturday evening meant a lot of people. A lot of people meant one going missing wasn’t a big deal and more to choose from. Mike sat down and ordered a club soda. Patiently he eyed the crowd, looked at the corners of the room for cameras, observed where the bathrooms were, and then finally the women. Two hours had passed before settling onto one girl. She sat on a stool 25 feet away all alone. Thin but not skinny, black dress, white with her black hair in a ponytail. Mike had observed that two girls had spoken to her earlier. Her friends possibly but Mike knew the real deal with them. Being an MP for the army meant observing things one usually wouldn’t notice. Mike suspected the other girls brought this girl he chose along for a not so friendly purpose. The other two were prettier and better dressed compared to this low rent goth girl he had his eyes on. “Probably dragged her along to make themselves look better in comparison” he thought. Her dress looked cheap, but her shoes weren’t. Black Prada platform heels that were too big for her feet. The girl looked bored sitting there mindlessly clapping the back of her shoe against her bare heel. Stirring her apparently nonalcoholic drink oblivious to the man watching her. One may wonder why Mike wouldn’t target one or both of the prettier girls. Ah, but those kind of girls attract more eyes. More people that would remember them. The poor little goth girl? Nobody would remember her.

And then she got up and went to the bathroom. Mike had been waiting for that. Following very close behind, they rounded the corner and perfect, nobody was there waiting their turn to go in. He had to act fast. He pulled out the coin, squinted like he was aiming a gun and squeezed it in his hand. “Four inches” he thought as the Magic kicked in. There was no burst of light, no thunderclap, magic words hanging in the air. None of that. One moment she was a normal 5’5" and the next…not. The only evidence of something strange occurring was a faint hiss like someone screwing open a soda bottle as the small vacuum of air rushed in to fill the void. And of course, a now unconscious four-inch girl on the floor. Mike quickly pocketed the girl and slowly walked out.

Mike had suspected that knocking them out was a side effect of the split-second shrinking. The physical shock overwhelming the victim. Apparently he was right as she was out like a light in his cup holder. He drove home not daring to speed and when he arrived home, carried his catch in. Mike took photos with an old DLSR camera not daring to use his own phone. Every millimeter of her clothed body he photographed. A before picture he mused. She had her own pretty charms as he was able to study her in better detail. Finger and toenails painted black. A necklace. Decent tits. Mike pondered why she didn’t try to attract her own men. No matter, she had in the worst way. She began to stir. She opened her eyes, sat up and looked at Mike. “What’s up?” he asked. She let out a scream. “Gotta get used to that” Mike said rubbing his ear. She stood up and took one frantic step before twisting her ankle and falling. “Yeah I doubt you can run in those shoes” he said. The girl yanked them off and stumble ran away from him on the table. Mike patiently sat watching as she stopped and looked down. “Yeah at your size it would be like a 50-foot fall” he said. “It’s a dream. It’s a dream” she muttered. “Nope” he said getting up and dragging the screaming girl back close to him. “That’s swelling pretty bad” Mike said getting up. He returned with scissors, gauze, and ice. She watched terrified as he tore and then cut a strip of gauze very finely and small. “Hold still” he said using his fingers to home her leg. She began to jerk frantically kicking his fingers with her other foot. He grabbed her head. “First thing you’re going to learn here is to obey me. Do you understand?” he asked slightly squeezing her head with his fingers. “YES! JUST PLEASE STOP!” she yelled. Mike let go. She braced herself as he rubbed the ice cube up and down and all around her ankle. After the cube was mostly melted by his fingers, he dried her skin and began to carefully bandage her ankle. “That should do it. Flex and wriggle your toes” he said placing her barefoot on the tip of his finger. She did and he chuckled. “You have pretty toes. Actually, most of you is pretty” he said. She glared at him.

“When I was watching you in the club, I didn’t see how pretty you actually were. Bonus for me” he chuckled. “My friends will report me missing and then they’ll come for you!” she spat. “Oh, that’s unlikely. It’s been only an hour and a half since the club, but I bet your so-called friends don’t even know you’re gone. I’ve met people like you before. Got some girlfriends that are prettier than you, but you feel good being friends with them. They let you borrow their clothes, hang out with them. But when you’re out you don’t feel like you’re in the group. I bet they asked you not to drink tonight right?” he asked. She looked down. “They just brought you along as the designated driver. Sounds like shitty friends to me. They only hang with you because they can use you”’ he said. “You don’t know me! Like I’d take personal advice form a kidnapper” she scoffed. “Shrinking kidnapper. Let’s get it right but you know deep down I’m right though. Anyways, we should clear the air. I’m Mike or as you will get used to calling me…master. And your name is?” he asked. “Kate” she replied. “I’ll call you Katie for now. One moment” he said fishing into his pocket and picking out her shrunken purse. He dumped everything on the table. Kate’s eyes locked onto her phone until he picked it up. “NO!” she yelled as he easily crushed it between his fingers. “Not to get your hopes up but a breadcrumb sized phone wouldn’t be able to make a call anyways. Pretty sure you’ll want these tampons though” he laughed. “We’ll be having dinner and fun later but first a bath is in order” he said grabbing her.

He took her upstairs to the bathroom and began running water in the sink. He tested the water with his finger. “Good, now get out of those clothes” he said. She looked up at him. “Katie you’re going to have to get used to being naked. Sex toys don’t wear clothes. That would just be silly” he said. Katie began to cry softly as she took off her clothes. “Like I thought. Nice tits” he muttered as they popped out of her bra. Then she lowered her panties. “And the carpet matches the drapes. Neatly trimmed too. You could’ve done so much better than those girls” he sighed. She blushed and immediately shook her head not wanting to feel anything for her captor. Gingerly, she stepped into the water and elevated her swollen ankle. Mike collected water and carefully dribbled it onto her body. “Now just relax and let your master take care of you” he said soaping up his hands.

Mike started with her legs using his fingers to rub the suds in. Then came her tummy and breasts which he rolled around between his fingers enjoying watching her stifle a moan. Then her delicate arms and lastly her hair as he pulled out her ponytail. Mike spent some extra time washing her long black hair. Katie had closed her eyes. If she didn’t know better, she’d swore she was at a spa. Mike began to massage her limbs one by one concentrating not to snap her matchstick like bones. Once he figured that was enough, he collected water to rinse her. He had her climb out and stand still as he used toilet tissue to dry her off. She winced as his fingertip slipped between her ass cheeks. Shivered as it passed over her pussy. She closed her eyes as he dried her face. Mike paused looking at it. “Freckles?” he asked. “They’re ugly I know” she said. “Not really. They go with those nice green eyes you have” he said. “What the hell is with you?! You shrink me, kidnap me, watch me bathe, while you slip in these compliments!” she yelled. “Not like I’m lying. Katie, you’re going to have a very hard time adjusting to your new role in life. I’m going to do a lot of naughty things to you but what I won’t do is lie to you” he said with a ominous tone. Mike picked her up off the sink and bright her back to the table downstairs.

The wood felt cold on her bare skin as she watched the giant cook a modest dinner. Her stomach growled smelling the food. She hasn’t eaten in hours and was famished. Mike sat the plate down and pulled off a string of chicken, and small bit of green bean, and a drop of mashed potatoes. He was even polite enough to fill a bottle cap with cold water. Mike was amused watching the naked girl climb onto his plate like offering herself up to be his dinner. The thought of swallowing her alive did intrigue him but she had potential enough to dissuade such thoughts…for now anyways. Katie devoured her food. “More” she said. “Ah ah ah. What do we say?” he asked. “Can I have more please…master?” she asked. Mike nodded and gave her more. Mike finished his dinner and so did she not long after. He brought her to the love seat and placed her on his thigh as he turned on the tv. He queued his favorite show on the smart tv. “Last time on Dragonball Z…”

“You like that?” she asked. “Of course. Only a weirdo wouldn’t like Dragonball Z. What shows do you like?” he asked. Quietly she rattled off some shows and Mike simply nodded. Truthfully he didn’t give a shit. It was just a way to get into her head. He laid back acting like he was listening. A few episodes in, he began to take advantage of her. Gentle kisses of her back and shoulders. “…master…” she said with a slight whine. He shushed her. His fingers playing with her tits one by one. “Please master” she said. His finger slipped down to her pussy. Mike began rubbing it. “Do you rub yourself? Of course you do. When nobody is around you get horny and rub yourself. It feels go doesn’t it?” he whispered to her. “No…” she whispered back. “Liar” he said showing her wetness on the tip of his finger. She watched him suck it off. “Tangy and sweet” he said picking her up and turning her upside down. “Wha…what’re you doing?!” she asked as he spread her legs with his fingers. “Eating your pussy silly” he said. Katie let out a squeal as his tongue parted her ass cheeks. “Stop…stop it please” she begged. Mike didn’t care about her begging and whining. He had waited all night to rape her cunt with his tongue. It was time to make her his. She sobbed as his tongue licked and teased her pussy for every drop of nectar it could give him. Her teeny, little tears falling on his pants leg went unnoticed.

“Goddamn you taste good Katie. Come here” he said flipping her back up and covering her face with his lips. She punched his nose as he roughly kissed her. She coughed as her mouth was flooded with his saliva. “We’re…which means I, will be having so much fun together. So much fun” he said before kissing her little feet. “And we should get to bed. It’s late. As much as I want you to stick that cute little tongue into my piss hole tonight, I’m exhausted” he said before taking her to his bedroom. She looked out of his window once there. “The neighbors” he said pointing to the lights in the far distance. He let her have a good long look form his palm. “I know what you’re thinking. Slipping out of the house someway after I fall asleep. Good luck with that. At your size, the neighbors are over 20 miles away. And this time of year, this area is rife with snakes, possums, and raccoons. You wouldn’t get 200 feet before some critter eats you” he said. Katie whimpered slightly. Mike took off his clothes and got into bed. He placed her nearby and even gave her a giant pillow. He tucked her in nice and neat. “Word of warning. I snore” he chuckled.

Katie, exhausted from the entire ordeal, actually fell asleep. She awoke to the feeling of being picked up. She opened her eyes and was met with the sight of Mike’s cockhead. Unceremoniously, he began jerking her up and down his cock faster and faster. “Easy Mike. Don’t want to fuck and kill her. But damn her tits feel good on my dick” he thought. “Oh god no…” she muttered feeling it twitch before spraying her with his seed. “Ahhh…great way to start the day” he said taking her to the bathroom. He took a piss as she cleaned herself in the sink. She looked at him. “Could be worse. Could’ve had you worship my cock after I pissed” he chuckled. Mike took a shower and helped her pee. Katie found it humiliating to have the giant hold her legs open over the giant bowl and tinkle. He carried downstairs and fixed breakfast. Katie wondered if this would be her life from now own. Servicing a giant’s whims. Her old worries felt so trivial compared to the new ones. “At…at least he’s feeding me actual food” she tried to calm herself with thinking optimistically. Little did she know, she would soon have company.

Just little Katie resting in Mike’s hand as he collects falling leaves.

Decided to do some writing. Enjoy

Chapter 1…Legacy

Michael, or Mike as he preferred to be called by his friends slowly made his way to his grandfather’s attic. He couldn’t remember the last time he was up there. 10 years? 15 maybe? In any event, it was the last part of the house he hadn’t checked since he officially moved in two days ago. As it was, his grandfather, who raised him alone since he was a young boy, had recently passed away and left him the house. He hadn’t stepped foot into it since the day he left for the army 8 years ago. He regretted that as his grandfather, a strange old man, was his only family after his parents passed in an auto accident many years before.

The attic floor creaked as he walked. Dust particles sparkled in the sunlight coming through the window. “Jesus!” he yelled as his own reflection in an old mirror startled him. He wiped the dust off the glass and took a moment to admire himself. 26 years old with auburn hair, skin slightly tanned from swimming that summer, hazel eyes, and a slightly toned 6-foot one inch frame. Girls at the college he attended (thanks to the GI Bill) found him attractive, but he didn’t feel any real connection to them. Physical definitely but nothing more. Mike sat down on the floor and began going through random boxes. One box held old stocks and bonds from long dead companies. “Worthless” he muttered. Another old photo albums he chose to keep. Papers, old toys, random knickknacks of little value in others. And then he found one box buried like it was hidden behind and underneath all the others. Mike was curious as this box was different. An antique old strong box made of oak and iron the size of a footlocker from his army days. A padlock kept it shut. Mike got a hammer out of the garage and after a few hits broke off the time worn lock. With bated breath, he opened it. “The hell…” he muttered seeing the contents.

Inside wasn’t money, jewelry, or anything of obvious value. Inside was Polaroids, a VHS tape, a shoebox, and a large silver coin. Mike picked up the old pictures first. “Whoa, grandpa made homemade BDSM pictures?” Mike said half amused half surprised. On one photo was a naked woman tied up visibly crying. “Uhh…she doesn’t look like she agreed to that. Did grandpa…” he thought. He shook his head not believing his grandfather was some kidnapping rapist. However, Mike did remember times when his grandfather would stare at a pretty girl and grin. “Who doesn’t do that?” Mike thought. He went through the pictures, better part of 50, and each one had some young woman bound. When Mike got to the last photo, he noticed something was off. Next to her was a tomato shaped bean bag chair…or so he thought at first. It was no chair; it was a pin cushion. A gigantic pin cushion with equally gigantic needles stuck into it. Mike looked at the other photos. “Holy shit” he muttered noticing similar impossible things in them. A paper clip used as handcuffs. A pencil jammed in one woman’s pussy and not a pole. Looking closer, the rope binding them was too fine. “String” he muttered. Mike put the pictures down. “Get ahold of yourself. Grandpa shrunk these girls and raped them? Sounds just as crazy said out loud Mikey. Grandpa was into weird shit and photoshopped…” he told himself until a glance at one picture had a date on it. March 12, 1987. “Not photoshop” he muttered. Mike didn’t know what to think now and was dubiously curious to what was on the VHS tape. Mike took it and went down to the living room.

He knew for some time grandpa wasn’t about the newest tech. Old bubble tv, VCR player, the cheapest DVD player you could think of. The only reason his grandfather had a cell phone was because his grandson worried he’d fall down the stairs one day trying to answer the landline. Anyways, Mike inserted the VHS tape and pressed play.

“Whoa. Old” Mike muttered seeing the date in the screen. July 12, 1992. Apparently his grandfather had used a camcorder to record this. Mike recognized the table and furniture on the screen. He glanced at the kitchen table to confirm it. “Got a fresh one today. Some stupid Spring Breaker on Coney Island” he heard his grandfather say. The camera moved towards the kitchen table and then zoomed. Mike stared stunned as what he couldn’t see before was now clear as day. A girl around 18…maybe 19 laying on the table. Cut off shorts, a shirt that said NYU, and flip flops. She was attractive to Mike with her long black hair and peanut tanned colored skin. “For a second I thought I would miss the chance as I thought I left the coin at home. Just was under my wallet was all” his grandfather chuckled. He zoomed closer. “Long toned legs leading to some cute tiny feet” he said tracing his finger up and down her right leg. Mike estimated from the size of his finger she couldn’t have been more than four inches. His grandpa snaked his finger underneath her shirt and pulled it up slightly. “Nice, really nice tits” he muttered before letting go of her shirt. Then his grandfather missed the tiny girl on the cheek. “You’ll do so nicely” he chuckled. His breath stirred her from sleep. His grandfather rushed to mount the camcorder on a tripod and focus in. “Wha…what happened?” the girl asked waking. She took one look at his grandpa and screamed.

“It a dream. It’s only a dream” she muttered. "Oh, it’s no dream sweetie. I was cruising around and spotted you and thought “she’d make a nice sex toy” the man snickered. He poked her hard enough she fell on her ass. “Oh god…god please don’t hurt me” she begged crying. “If you do as I say you won’t be harmed…much. How about we start off by taking off your shirt and bra and flashing me those tits” he said. “Please don’t make me…” she was saying before he flicked her in the face causing her to yelp in pain. “Now what did I say about doing what I say?” he asked waving his finger. She took off her shirt and then her bra. “Don’t cover those puppies up” he chuckled. She put her arms to the side. “C cup right? Or now probably negative times ten c cup” he laughed. She glared at him. “Now the pants and panties” he said. She obeyed slipping off her shirts and then panties. “Bikini wax. Smooth as silk” he said placing s fingertip on her bare pussy. He placed his finger right underneath between her legs and rubbed her pussy causing her to sob and moan at the same time. “Not yet” he said with a smile licking his finger. He pushed her on his ass and used his fingers to slip off her flip flops. “Ticklish?” he asked grinning as he takes his fingernail up and down her tiny soles. She held in a laugh. She wouldn’t give him that at least. Reflexively, her tiny toes curled on his fingertip. “Pretty little feet with their painted red toenails. How’d you know red was my favorite color? Were you expecting me?” he laughed. She tensed up as he leaned in to smell her little feet. “Just a hint…a hint of rubber and sweat” he said smiling before kissing her feet. “What’s your name little one?” he asked. “Jennifer…Jennifer Ambers” she replied frightened. Mike paused the tape and pulled out his smartphone. He typed into the browser “Jennifer Ambers Coney Island”.

“Reported missing on July 14, 1992. Last known whereabouts was Coney Island two days before reported by the cab driver who dropped her off. Hasn’t been seen since” Mike read from an archived article from the New York Times. Mike confirmed it was the same girl for sure by her picture in the paper. Mike unpaused the video. The man picked her up and placed her in his palm. “So pretty, so vulnerable” he whispered before planting kisses on her little tummy. Then he licked it. His tongue went up and with his lips sucked her tiny tits into her mouth. “It hurts…please it hurts” she whined as he sucked harder and harder stretching her tits. Eventually he let go and she sobbed and massaged her reddened tits. “Now a gentle kiss” he chuckled sucking her head into his mouth. Her screams rattled his teeth and fillings. He could taste her sweat, tears, and remnants of shampoo. Her little hands beating against his cheeks. Her legs kicking in the air. Then she began to relax. He pulled her out of his mouth, and she gasped for air. “Oops. Almost suffocated ya” he snickered. He gently petted the traumatized girl. “I’m sorry really. When I get a new toy I kinda lose control for the first time with em” he said. “Please don’t hurt me please” she begged wholeheartedly. “Jennifer, I want you to spread your legs because you need to get your cute tiny pussy licked and sucked. Do that for me okay?” he said softly. Jennifer obeyed and even smiled as she did it.

He was gentle. Mike saw that much as his grandpa licked her cunt wetting it up before closing his lips around it. Jennifer hung onto his nose as a finger pressed on her back steadying her. She moaned and groaned as she began to grind her pussy in his mouth. Her tiny feet and toes digging into his cheeks as her giant captor ate her out. And with a cute moan, more like a chirp really, came. She arched her back and scrunched her toes as he slurped up every drop of pussy nectar her shrunken body could provide him. He gave her a few minutes to come down as he pet her. “See? Being a shrunken sex slave isn’t so bad. There are rewards. No more worries about food, clothing, or housing. You’ll get used to your chores in time. Speaking of which, since you got off, it’s time for you to help me out” he said putting her down for a moment to take off his pants and undies. Her eyes went wide seeing the biggest cock of her life. “Since its your first day, we can take it easy. A footjob” he said. His moved his cock so now it loomed over her like a one-eyed behemoth. She got on her back and pressed her tiny feet on his shaft.

The irony was Jennifer was on the college freshman track team and therefore trained for stamina. “That’s it, work those tiny feet” he hissed as she rubbed his cock back and forth. She cringed feeling his tough, leathery like cock skin underneath her minuscule bare soles. The blood pumping through it, the twitching, it gave her goosebumps. But she figured doing what he said was the easiest way to stay alive and maybe…maybe get help. “It’s coming Jenny. Going bust all over ya!” he groaned. She closed her eyes and felt a torrent of warm, metallic smelling semen coat her from eyebrows to toenails. “Whew! Was kinda backed up since I haven’t done this in a while. Go on. Taste it” he said scoping a drop on his finger. Jennifer crammed it into her mouth and swallowed. She nearly puked on the spot swallowing what was to her 20 ounces of cum. " Yaay! You did it. Good girl" the man said smiling. His grandfather picked her up and cut off the video. Mike thought that was the end, but it wasn’t. The video suddenly resumed but the time was now a month later. “Evening master. How was your day?” Jennifer asked naked. “Long day. Some idiot wanted us to convert some of our records to CD-ROM. Like that bullshit format is going to take off” he scoffed. “I’m sorry to hear that. Would you like me to worship your cock to make you feel better?” she asked. “Naw. Just spread your legs” he replied picking her up. She did as told and he ate her pussy out on video. The video ended not longer after she came. Mike was astonished to find out that the tape itself was more akin to a video diary of him keeping her. At one point, he even gave her a cupcake with a candle in it for her birthday. He even gave her new hand sewn clothes as a Christmas present. Even though she called him master, it seemed she grew to love him. “I think grandpa invented shrunken Stockholm syndrome” Mike muttered.

But at the end up the six-hour long tape it took a different turn. Mike looked at the date. April 3, 1993. His grandfather had kept her as a pet for months and by all accounts was well cared for. The clip began like the others, him talking about his day and her listening. But as he talked he drank, and drank, and drank. 20 minute in he was piss drunk and yanking his cock out. He grabbed Jennifer, who squeaked from the sudden movement, pulled her skimpy clothes off, and began furiously jacking her up and down his cock. Then suddenly he stopped. “Wha…what was that sound? It sounded like something snapping” he muttered. He lifted her to his face. “Jen? Jenny?” he asked poking her. “Fuck! I went and broke her goddamn neck” he spat sitting in his seat. His grandfather simply sat there staring at her corpse for a half hour. And then without any ceremony lifted her to his now open mouth, placed her in, and with an audible gulp caught by the camera, swallowed her. The man got up and left the view. When he returned, he slipped her clothes into a shoebox. "She was a good one. A good one. I’ll have to find another he muttered softly reaching into his pocket and pulling out the silver coin Mike had found earlier. The tape ended and auto rewinded.

Mike sat there in shock. His grandfather had shrunk a girl somehow using a coin, raped her, tamed her, and then killed and ate her. The more he thought about it, the more he doubted his own eyes. Mike went back to that strong box as if needing more proof. There was the coin and the shoebox. He picked up the shoebox and opened it. “Fuck me” he muttered. Inside was a pile of shrunken clothing an inch thick. “It must be dozens, no more than that” he muttered trying to count how many he shrunk over the years. Each one never seeing their families again. Mike began going through random items of clothing. Sneakers, teeny, little socks, panties, lots of panties, shirts, jeans, skirts, dresses, heels, sandals, flip flops, one very familiar shirt that said NYU. Mike wondered how long his grandfather had been doing this. Mike might have got his answer when he picked up one shirt between his fingers that said “Reagan Bush '80”. Mike packed the shoebox back the way it was and looked upon the coin. He wondered how could a coin shrink anyone. Carefully, he picked it up and held it between his index finger and thumb. “Oww!” he muttered feeling a sharp prick on his thumb pad. He dropped the coin and he saw a small drop of his blood seemingly be absorbed into the coin. The coin began to glow ominously red with strange writing circling it glowing red hot. And then…nothing. He picked the coin and found it not a bit hot. He picked it up and the moment he held it strangely knew what it was and how to use it. Knew as if it was instinct. He began to grin as he knew he had the power to take any woman he pleased. Take them and subject them to his whims. He couldn’t wait to try it on his own.

The quiet little suburbs of Stamford Connecticut couldn’t have possibly known what was brewing in that house nobody paid much attention to. A new cycle of torment was about to begin, and God help whoever girl caught Mike’s eye…

Some fun with Kanya
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Chapter 4…Taking care of the pet

Today had been one of the most bizarre days of her shrunken life so far. Not the most bizarre as seeing Elena boiled and eaten alive took the top, but today was a close second. It began like normal, Mike making breakfast. Her eating said breakfast. And then afternoon came him wanting to ahem…play with her. As soon as his fingers latched to her tummy she cried out in pain. “…did I hurt you?” he asked. “It’s…it my time of the month. Cramps” she said. “Next time warn me” he growled. She watched him go the cabinet and pull out a bottle of pills. Crushing one on the table, he sprinkled a bit into her cap of water. “What is it?” she asked wary. “Tylenol” he replied. Katie drank the medicine he provided. Then, Mike handed her a shirt and sweatpants perfectly shrunk to her size. “Did some shopping. Noticed you got cold at night” he muttered. Katie slipped the clothing on, the first clothing she was really allowed to wear in weeks. Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around her body and lifted her off the table.

Mike laid down on the sofa placing her on his chest. She found it oddly comforting on his chest. His rhythmic heartbeat, steady breathing, the softness of his shirt, the giant finger caressing her back. And hour or so later she asked for water, and he gave her ginger ale for any issues with her stomach. Soon, she dozed off. Mike had been planning a bit of fun with her today. Sucking on her tiny little pussy for starters. Having her lick his cockhead until she was showered with semen later. Tickling her little feet until she begged him to stop to finish off the afternoon. “I’m not so bad as to do that when she’s on her period” he thought. Seemed Mike had odd priorities. He played with her hair for a while before starting on some assignment for college.

Placing her on the coffee table and using a (thankfully for her) clean sock as a sleeping bag to keep her comfortable, he began his work. Now and then he would take a small break. Looking around the local news he did see something interesting. “Kate Tanner reported missing April 15, 2022. Please call Crime Stoppers with any tips to her whereabouts” a very brief missing persons news tile said. “That’s her alright. And nobody has a clue where she is. Hehe…funny thing is if I called and said I shrunk and kidnapped her they take it as a crank call. Wonder if Elena was reported missing” he mumbled. After 20 minutes of looking around, Mike gave up not finding a single missing persons report filed. “A girl like her and nobody reports her missing? Not even from that dump of a store? More like they couldn’t. Elena might have been an illegal. Can’t draw attention to themselves. That gives me an idea" he thought. It had been three weeks since he went hunting and Mike was itching to find another woman. But first he needed to look after Katie.

While he wasn’t ignorant of the fact since being shrunk her bodily functions kept going as normal, he hadn’t thought about her reproductive system. Sure, he gave her those shrunken tampons as a joke but here she was menstruating. If she could still menstruate, in theory she could still get pregnant. Mike thought of shrinking some guy to fuck a baby in her. “No fuck that” he thought as he wanted no man to lay hands on his prize. If she was to get bred, Mike resolved for it to be his seed and nobody else’s. But how though? Obviously he wasn’t going to get his dick in her without splitting her in two. Mike began to give it real thought. “Her organs shrunk too obviously so that means her cells too. That would include her egg cells. Hmm, my sperm cells would be too large in that case. Like a tractor trailer trying to park inside a dollhouse garage. I could jerk it out and shrink it” he mused. Disturbing things were running though his head…

His train of thought broken when Katie stirred. “I have to pee master” she said yawning. Mike picked up and positioned her over the toilet. A little tinkle of drops and she was done. “You want lunch?” he asked. She nodded to him. Mike took her back to the kitchen where he whipped up two BLT sandwiches, one which he shrunk for her. Katie began eating during the awkward silence. “What are you taking classes for?” she asked. “Psychology” he replied. “I was studying sociology” she muttered. “Is that where you met your bullshit friends?” he asked. “They weren’t bullshit!” she yelled. Katie quickly reigned in her emotions. “Oh? Then why didn’t they report you missing?” he asked. “…what?” she asked startled. “Well, I found a missing persons report for you and while you were asleep did some digging. Last place anyone saw you was your dorm according to the report. It was only after your parents couldn’t get ahold of you on the phone they got concerned. So, what kind of friends don’t report you missing Katie?” he asked. Katie softly wept where she sat. Mike picked her up and placed her against his shoulder. “Please don’t hug me” she whimpered. “And why not?” he asked. “This is your fault” she said with a rising tone. “The missing part yeah but your choice in friends was all on you. Eventually, they would’ve talked you into something very stupid. I mean a naive girl like you…”

“I’m not naive!” she shouted. “Please. I bet you never even smoked weed before” he said. “I…I have too! One joint…” she whispered. Mike got up from the table and returned minutes later with the largest fattest doobie she ever seen. “When I need relaxing if you were wondering” he said firing it up. He took a few hits to get it going then lowered it down. “cough go on. Take a hit” he said. Katie didn’t know why she did. To appease him? Prove something to him? Maybe just out of stubbornness. Katie pressed her small little lips to the joint and took it. She coughed immediately. “Haha…lightweight” he chuckled. Annoyed, she took another drag, deeper this time and held it. Then she released. Mike would take a few puffs and then give it to her. Now, as you might imagine, it wouldn’t take much at all to stone a four-inch girl. By the time the doobie was gone, Mike was buzzed but Katie was high as shit. “Told you” she giggled. “Yeah you did. Feels good right?” he asked. “Hmm?” she lazily asked. “To let it hang out. Let ya hair down” he said. Katie nodded. Mike picked her up and carried her to the sofa. He sat down and began caressing her cheek. Mike was quite pleased as she snuggled into his finger. “I’m hot” she said stripping her clothing off. “Yes you are” he said. Katie giggled. “No, I’m not” she sighed. Mike laid back on his chest and pulled her close to his face. A tender kiss on her face. “Why do you put yourself down so much?” he asked. Katie looked away from him. Mike massaged her breasts between his fingers. Being on her period meant they were more sensitive than usual. “You have a lot to offer a guy…or girl if that’s your thing” he said. “I’m just some hick nerd from Delaware” she muttered. “Nerd girls can be sexy. Way less high maintenance” he said. Katie chuckled and wiped a tear from her eyes. “You’re not just saying that to fuck with me are you?” she whispered. “No” he replied. Katie sniffled and sat on her legs. She arched her back making her tiny breasts stick out. “Suck on them. Please…master” she said. Mike used his finger on her back to scoot her closer to his face where he gently took her tits between his lips.

Katie whimpered and sighed as his giant tongue teased her nipples. His warm saliva coating her breasts. As he sucked, his fingers caressed her body. His fingertip felt the tiny bumps of her spine, the curves of her ass, her calves, right down to her little feet. After about 20 minutes of this, she suddenly pulled her tits from his mouth and surprised him by giving him a kiss. Katie fell asleep not long after. Mike placed her aside of him and stared at her body. A grin, a mischievous grin crept upon his lips. By the time she awoke, it was dinner, and she was famished. Her high had come down and with a clear head was mortified of what she’d done. To say she was confused by her emotions was an understatement. She had willing given herself to him. Literally asked for it. And to complicate things, he was gentle. After dinner, Mike had on either thing planned that would add to her confusion. He had prepared for her a milk bath.

Literally poring milk into a bowl and heating it up until it was nice and warm. “Good for the skin or so I’m told” he said. Katie had fantasized about such a thing once along with being rich. Highly unlikely her fantasizes including taking one inside someone’s cereal bowl. Slowly she entered the bowl and relaxed into it. It felt strange to her. Naturally the milk is thicker than water, so it clung to her body. The smell was peculiar to the point she couldn’t describe it. Mike sat down near her gently rubbing it into her flesh and long black hair. Taking a sliver of soap, he suds her hair and then rinsed it. Then again and again before he started with her legs. Under his direction, she placed her heel on the edge of the bowl. His giant finger rubbing up and down her left leg from ankle to thigh. Rinse…repeat. Mike then concentrated on her tiny foot. He didn’t tickle her. Just a smooth, slow motion of his fingertip soaping her sole from heel to toes. She watched her giant captor delicately fit his fingernail between her toes as if not to leave one spot of his toy unclean. Once that foot was done he moved to the other one.

Katie had begun to forget her circumstances by that point. She did not mind his finger soaping her tits. In fact, instead of rolling them around between his fingers like he usually did, he took exceptional care with them. Even when his fingernail poked her nipple and she jumped, Mike apologized. “Sorry, I know they’re sensitive right now” he said softly. He bid her close her eyes as he washed her face. And when done said she could soak as long as she wanted. She did but not long as the milk was barely lukewarm by then. Mike ran the sink just warm enough to wash the traces of milk left on her body. Then with care, dried every millimeter of her. From the finger parting ass checks to the fingers drying her hair, Mike treated her like she was antique glass. Then, as a shock, Mike gave her a nightie made of very fine Egyptian cotton. Soft even to her shrunken touch and apparently hand stitched by Mike himself. Mike presented a hand mirror. “That’s…that’s me?” she asked never seeing herself so pretty. “Of course. Don’t know why you thought I was tricking you when I said you’re cute” he said off the cuff. Katie walked to the mirror he was still holding and touched her reflection. Katie began to cry. “Nobody has ever been this kind to me…ever. Said I was pretty, treated me to a milk bath, cleaned me. You even doted on me when I have my period. Why…why you?” she sobbed. Mike picked her up and carried her to the sofa. “I like you. Doing that makes me feel good. But what does it say that you had to be shrunk and kidnapped before you found a guy being nice to you?” he asked. Katie sobbed even harder.

“Do you want me to keep doting on you?” he asked. She nodded. “Then say it” he said. “Please…please love me. I don’t care about the other stuff just please don’t make me feel lonely anymore” she begged wholeheartedly in his palm. Mike leaned in and as he wished, she leaned in and kissed him of her own accord. Mike turned the tv to one of the shows she liked, and she snuggled onto his chest. When it got late he turned the tv off for them to go to bed. “Did…did my friends really not report me missing?” she asked. “Nope. They didn’t even give the police a statement. Hmm. Wonder if they said anything on social media?” he asked. She nodded. Mike looked up their profiles on Facebook after she gave him their full names. He placed the phone on the table for her to see everything after putting her down on it as well. Mike thumbed through their posts. “Oh…that’s not cool” he muttered. “They took a trip to Myrtle Beach with…ahem their new roommate bestie just a few days ago. Didn’t take long for them to move on from you” he said showing her. Mike watched in utter amusement as Katie angrily stomped the screen of his phone with her tiny feet. Not like she could damage it anyways. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ASSHOLES!” she screamed. She stumbled and his open hand caught her. He brought her to his face where with his fingertip brushed her tears off her cheeks. “So now you know for certain you were used” he said. “I wish they would just die” she spat. “What if I gave you that chance? Would my little Katie take it?” he asked. “Yes” she said coldly looking up at him.

Mike grinned as his plan for Katie was coming along nicely. Nicely indeed…

Who is this mystery woman? Find out in this week’s chapter of The Coin!

Chapter 6…Revelations pt. 1

“Don’t squirm” he told Katie on his sock. “It just feels so oily” she said. “They don’t make a sunscreen for shrunken girls. It’s either this or risk looking like a boiled lobster” he said as his fingers rubbed the drop of oil into her skin. Katie raised her right leg when he was done with the left. Underneath her thigh, across her calf, the top of her foot, and finally her tiny bare sole. “Ooh. Look at this glisten” Mike chuckled at her. “Funny. Can you even get sunburn in Connecticut?” she asked. “Absolutely. Just lay back and relax” he said. It had been two weeks since Katie had fully surrendered herself to him. Even joining him in murdering two women he had shrunk. Since then, he seemingly devoted his entire attention to her once more. Seeing her bored being kept in the house, he had the idea of using the sun deck behind the house for her to enjoy the outdoors. Katie was ecstatic to hear of his idea as she almost forgot was the sky looked like. For a beach blanket, a clean sock. No bikini necessary which thrilled Mike hoping her sexy little body would get a cute tan. His cell phone playing random Spotify tunes. Mixed alcohol in a shrunken glass. “Have you had a girlfriend before?” she asked him after he sat near her. “When I was younger. When I went to high school I tended to steer away from them. Found them to be vapid ignorant creatures. Then after being shipped off by the Army to Afghanistan, I didn’t have much time to chase pussy” he replied. “What do you like in a girl?” she asked softly.

“First thing she needs to be smart. I don’t do dumbasses. Second she needs to be kind and gentle. Physically? Hmm…nice ass and tits is a plus but if not it’s not a deal breaker. Don’t care about race. Oh, and nice feet. I love a girl with sexy feet. You might’ve noticed I have a foot fetish” he said. “I noticed” she chuckled. “What else…not fat or super skinny. That’s kinda it” he said. “So…do I fit what you’d find in a girlfriend?” she asked. “You asking if I consider you my girlfriend?” he asked smiling. “…yeah” she replied very softly. “Hmm…an interesting question. Can you have from romantic feelings for a sex toy?” he asked. Katie looked down at her toes sniffing. “Dammit I’m sorry. It was a shitty joke” he said scooting closer to her. “I do have feelings for you. And I do love you and want to make you happy. So yeah, you’re my girlfriend” he replied. She quickly hugged his cheek. “Sweetie you’re all oily” he said. “Sorry” she giggled. “Just lie back and enjoy the sun” he said going to his phone. Mike was checking if there were any leads in the disappearances of Lena, Carmella, and Amber. It was something he had done every day for two weeks since he took them. They did find Carmella’s car three days after being reported missing in the river. Law enforcement feared the worst, the river current swept their bodies away. Mike chuckled to himself as there was an update in the search. It had been called off and the girls were presumed dead. True, they were quite dead. Lena and Amber eaten alive. Carmella a stain on a paper towel in the trash.

After a few hours, a storm rolled in and began dumping rain on them. Mike watched as the happy little shrinky on his sun deck table danced and played in the rainwater. “Come on before you catch a cold” he said closing his fingers around her body. Mike dried her off and warmed her body with his breath. “Look at you. You tanned like a rotisserie chicken” he laughed. “But do it taste like one?” she asked. “One way to find out” he said sitting down with her in his hand. Katie laid back slightly in his palm as she spread her legs for him. She cooed and sighed as his giant tongue found her cunt. She squealed as the tip parted her. Mike was careful though as even the tip could hurt her. Mike stopped and she looked at him for a second before she was hit with a giant kiss. A passionate literally oxygen sucking kiss. “You’re…you’re really wound up” she said when he finally broke it. “You asked if you taste like chicken. You taste like honey baked ham. And I fucking love honey baked ham” before jamming her completely into his mouth. Katie let out a yelp as his lips closed cutting of the light. “He wouldn’t do it. He said he loved me” she thought in her mind as he sucked on her like a large piece of candy. Her ears popped from the pressure change as his sucking grew harder and harder. “Even if he doesn’t mean it…he could do it by accident! MIKE!” she screamed. Mike heard her scream and snapped out of it. He spat her into his hand, a cum soaked hand. Katie wiped the spit from her eyes to see his erect cock twitching. A drop of cum still on the head. He had jerked off as he sucked on her body. “I…I didn’t mean to scare you” he stammered as he put her down and quickly got up. Mike washed his hand thinking about what just occurred. Something, something inside him told him to do it. Something deeper told him to swallow her and just get another. It bothered him. Katie was an experiment to see how much he could actually break her will. To turn her into a willing sex toy. Even after succeeding, he found he did have feelings for her. Katie was deeply worried not for her safely but for him. Something was wrong. “Hey, it just went a little far is all” she said from the sofa. “Yeah” he muttered. Later that evening, Mike had gone to the attic to see if anything else his grandfather had left concerning the Coin. He brought Katie with him only after she begged him to.

“This is where you found it?” she asked staring at the old oak and iron trunk. “Among the tale and photos yes. I stopped rummaging up here when I did” he replied. “What exactly are you looking for?” she asked. “Honestly I don’t know” he replied moving things. After moving a few old boxes filled with moth eaten clothing, he came across some box filled with toy cars. “I remember these. I played with them as a kid” he said taking a few out. Some were the size of a matchbox car and others considerably larger at nearly six inches. “Those are really detailed. Especially that one” she said pointing to one. “Oh yeah. A 71’ Chevelle. They don’t make those anymore” Mike said tapping the hood of the six-inch-long car. Katie took a closer look. “Uhh…I don’t think they ever made them like this. When have you ever heard of a toy car with New York license plates that expired in May 1974?” she asked. “What?” he said looking. Sure enough she was right. On the front and tail were two teeny, little New York plates. Curious, Katie opened the driver side door. “Whoa. This ain’t a toy. It’s got a set of keys still in the ignition. What if…” she said turning the key. Nothing happened. “Guess the battery is dead. It’s safe to say grandpa shrunk this car. As for the driver…who knows” Mike said. “How many people do you think he shrunk?” she asked getting out. “Dozens at least judging by the pile of clothes he kept as trophies” he said. Both were curious to see if all the cars were real. Out of the 22 cars in the box, 20 were confirmed real. "A vintage 86’ Camaro T-Top. Mike said checking it out kid was able to pop the trunk of the four-inch-long car. “Holy shit! Check this out!” Mike said pulling out two very small white things. “Tic tacs?” Katie asked. “Try two shrunken kilos of cocaine. Must’ve been a drug dealers’ car. What do ya say? Wanna try some 80’s vintage coke?” he laughed. “I’ll pass. That shit will probably feel like sniffing dry cement mix by now” she replied. Mike put away the cars and kept snooping around. Katie began roaming around on her own as he would find a box and check it out before setting it aside. Suddenly, Katie screamed in terror. Mike rushed and moved aside boxes to where her scream came from.

“Katie! Katie what is it?!” he yelled finally getting to her. She stood frozen in place. Underneath her feet was a puddle of pee. Whatever she saw was terrifying enough to piss herself. Mike’s eyes followed her line of sight to an old, frayed cobweb. “What is that?” he whispered seeing something caught within it. Getting closer and squinting, the object began to take shape in his mind. It wasn’t until he noticed something that it became clear what it was. A shoe, a shoe sticking out the lower half of a cocoon. To confirm it, Mike tapped it ever so gently. When he did, it collapsed into a tiny, very tiny heap of dust…and human bones. Judging by the femur bone, Mike guessed the person was no taller than three quarters of an inch. “Apparently, one of grandpa’s pets got away from him and hid up here. She found out the hard way she wasn’t alone up here. Wandered into an old web and got caught. Spider must’ve sucked her dry years ago” he said out loud. Katie promptly fainted. Mike quickly took her downstairs to see if she was alright. He relaxed seeing she was just out of it and promptly took off her dress and panties to clean her up. Once that was taken care of, Mike laid on the sofa placing her unconscious body on his chest. Mike began to slowly understand the true scope of his grandfather’s hobby. It was far bigger than he thought. The Polaroids and shoebox full of clothes only told a part of the story.

Mikes was deep in thought as his finger absentmindedly rubbed Katie’s tummy. Then, Katie awoke scared beyond belief quickly looking around. “It’s okay. We’re in the living room” he said. The memory fully came back to haunt her. Katie broke down weeping and Mike held her in his hand. It took three entire day’s form Katie to go back to remotely normal. During that time, she would cry and whimper if Mike was more than 10 feet from her. What finally helped snap her out of her trauma was Mike enlarging her with the Coin to six inches. “There. Too big to be a spider snack” he said smiling. Katie felt slightly relieved but still felt anxiety when her master/boyfriend was too far away. To ease her fears further, Mike cleaned the house top to bottom. No cobwebs or creepy crawlies for her to worry about. Of course, that would include the attic. As Mike was just finishing the cleanup up there, he stumbled onto something quite unexpected. After all the boxes had been pushed aside, he swept around. The broom handle bumped into a wall panel which came loose. What was behind the panel, Mike would never forget.

“The hell is all this?” he asked himself as over a dozen ring boxes sat in the long-hidden hideaway. Mike picked up one of them and blew the dust off. The ring box was old, lined with dust-stained red satin cloth with the name Carol written on it. His fingers trembled as he popped it open. Mike almost dropped it finding a desiccated skeleton no bigger than a half inch wearing a dress inside. Mike looked at the others wondering if he would find the same within those. One by one he opened them and confirmed it. Each box had a name written on it. Carol, Andrea, Nora, Helen, Kelly, Diana…and so forth. No doubt shrinking victims, but Mike wondered why these were treated differently than the others. Almost unnoticed there were a pile of old photos crammed three feet back within the hiding place. Mike blew the dust off them. The first one had the name Phan at the bottom. Judging by the degradation, it was probably the oldest. Mike studied the picture in silence. It was an Asian woman, probably Thai if that was her name on it. Pretty young woman maybe 19 or 20 wearing a green dress and matching green slippers. And shrunken apparently as she stood next to a beer bottle with Thai writing on it. Mike guessed she was five to five and a half inches tall. What stood out though was she was happy. Very happy. Mike looked down at the ring boxes and found one with her name on it. Opening that one he found a skeleton of similar size as the rest…wearing a green dress and slippers. “The same girl” he muttered. Mike touched her skeleton and nearly jumped out his skin as her skull moved from the rest of her bones. “Her neck was already broken. That’s how she died” he muttered. Mike went to the next picture. “Carol” he muttered reading the name.

Young woman around 21 wearing a bikini and masturbating with a drink umbrella. Again, she looked…content. Mike went back to the first ring box he opened looking at the skeleton. Very carefully he pulled the dress up and found its ribcage shattered. Mike began to sense a common theme. He had only Leonel half the boxes but now he opened the other half. Three of them only had dresses inside them. No skeletons. The names Jennifer, Tina, Keiko written on them. Sure enough there were pictures of them. All shrunk and not a hint of fear or sadness with any of them. It took the picture of one woman to shed some light on the oddity. “Jennifer” he muttered. Mike’s eyes went wide as this one he recognized. It was none other than the girl from the video. In the picture was shrunken Jennifer naked, legs spread wide fingering her cunt, as she dripped head to toe with cum. A grin on her face as she ate some. Happy as a shrunken sex toy could be. “But she was eaten” Mike muttered looking for her ring box. He found it already open as it was one of the three with only dresses inside. A grim reality began to form in Mike’s mind. What separated these women from the rest was they fell in love with his grandfather, and he loved them in return. If it was Stockholm syndrome or not was irrelevant by now. The ring boxes were caskets for their remains, or more simply their lives. His grandfather had made a small cemetery behind the wall for them and packed the photos inside, either as mementos or simply to bury the grief. Mike put everything back the way it was and closed the wall. He wondered what else that house kept secret.

Mike did not tell Katie what he had found. He thought back to something she had said. That there was a price to pay for that kind of magic. Mike began to think there was something to that. There was one troubling thing, one of many, that stuck in his mind. The more he loved Katie, the more he had the urge to hurt her. The urge to feel her screaming body slip down his throat. The urge to crunch her tiny bones between her teeth. Turn her pretty body into mush and swallow. Crush the life out of her under his foot. Beat her to death with his cock. Shrink her so small she’d drown in just a drop of cum. Over and over different malicious thoughts about ending her life. Such thoughts began to deeply trouble him. He did not want her to end up as a ring box stuffed in a dusty cubby. With that, he felt the answer to his problems did lie with the Coin itself. And if he needed answers, he needed to go where somebody knew Thai.

@ghostwriter44 said in The Coin:

@size_master oh my god I love this so much!! Really really hope this isn’t just a one off and that there’ll be more chapters!

I will write additional chapters

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.

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.

Chapter 10…Revelations

Mike entered the Buddhist temple and under the young man’s request, took off his shoes. Before him was the main room with a very big gold painted Buddha but the young man did not lead him inside. Mike felt the Coin vibrate as his gaze lingered on the Buddha. “In here please” the young man said. “Please sit, the Master will be in shortly” he said. Mike sat down on a regular sofa in front of a coffee table. Mike felt oddly nervous in the room. Looking around, sutras written in Sanskrit hung on the walls. He felt strange just looking at them. “Good evening” an old man dressed in robes said entering. “H…hi” Mike muttered. “You told my acolyte you wish to learn how to fight an Asura?” he asked. Mike didn’t readily answer. The old monk laughed. “Yeah, this was a mistake” Mike muttered getting up. “No, sit. It is just exceedingly rare to even hear the word Asura, especially coming from a white westerner. And to ask how to fight one to boot!” the monk said laughing. Mike took the Coin from his pocket. “What if I told you one was trapped inside this coin?” Mike said. The old man picked it up. Within a second he dropped it like it burned him.

“The scriptures spoke of artifacts imprisoning them. How did you come to have this?” the monk asked. “Grandfather owned it before me. Now the damn thing is bound to me curse and all” Mike said. “Curse?” he asked. Mike sighed and told him the entire story. “And you ate someone before coming here?” the monk asked. Mike grew very nervous. “Relax. Even if I called the police and they did find human remains in your stomach, it would not solve the bigger problem. Asura don’t give up their familiars easily. Shrinking magic? Most novel but not unheard of” the old monk said. “Wait…you’ve heard of this before?!” Mike asked. “Shrinking magic? Oh yes. But before I go further I must tell you that you can’t fight an Asura” he replied. “Why? If you can’t fight them then how did this bastard get trapped in an old ass coin?” Mike asked. “This may take a while” the monk said ringing a bell. The acolyte from before entered. “Tea please Shen” the monk said. Not long after the acolyte returned and poured both some tea and left the pot on the table. “To answer your question, you must first understand the nature of the world. What your senses perceive as real is only half of what’s really the world. Next to the physical is the spiritual. The binding energies of reality” he said. “Like the Force” Mike chuckled. The man gave him a look. “Sorry” Mike muttered.

“It is said that in the very beginning, there was nothing but darkness and light. Brought together created what you call reality and we its children. But what existed before, what gave each side spiritual meaning was two…for a lack of better term, races. On the side of darkness were the Asura. Beings of evil, malice, and chaos. The negative spiritual energies of reality. And on the side of light were the Yaksha. Beings of good, hope, and order. The positive spiritual energies of reality. Each side immortal forever locked in war. It is said our world is a result of their greatest battle. Then we came along, mortal beings that could tip the balance either way. No longer content with waging their war in the spiritual plane, they descended down here. However, both sides knew full well their battles would turn our world to cinders so they used us as proxies. The Yaksha became fairy like creatures drawing their strength through nature and exporting their magics to the chosen. Shrinking magics being the most common. As to why I’ll get to that later. As for the Asura, they possessed those willing to form contracts and imbued them with destruction magics. Fire being the most common, but others were known to be used. They drew their strength from pain, misery, chaos, and death.”

“For many, many centuries, their proxy war raged until their numbers dwindled. The Asura sealed off and forgotten. The weakest ones starved to death cut off from their sources of spiritual energy. As for the Yaksha, a tradition emerged between a Yaksha and acolyte of different genders to shrink their acolyte and sire children. This is why shrinking magics were the most common. Common enough both sides used it for different purposes. However, when a Yaksha sires a child, a portion of their power is directly passed down to it. Over time, a Yaksha became mortal the more children they had” he said ending the tale. “I don’t understand. That doesn’t tell me why I can’t fight one” Mike said. The old man stood up, went to a bookstand and lit a stick of incense. “Come here” he said. Mike walked over. “Strike the smoke using your hand” he said. Mike chuckled thinking this was silly. Mike went to wave it away only to find the smoke just curl around his hand never touching it. Even fanning it didn’t do jack. “This some kind of trick?” he asked. The monk shook his head. After 10 minutes Mike gave up. The monk placed one hand on one side of the smoke and used his other hand to suddenly clap. When he opened them, there was a faint trace of soot. “You didn’t say I could use both hands” Mike said. “Neither did I. Not once did my other hand try to touch the smoke. Asura are beings of negative spiritual energy. Formless and immaterial just as smoke. To fight one, you must use positive spiritual energy. Formless and immaterial like the air itself I used against the smoke. You are not capable of that” he said. “So, I’m fucked” Mike said. “I wouldn’t go that far. You can be taught to by a Yaksha or at least a close descendant of one” the monk replied. “Would a descendant be able to see auras?” Mike asked wary. “Most certainly. Spiritual sense of the cornerstone of their power” the monk replied. “Oh goody. Kanya is gonna love this” Mike muttered. “Unless this Kanya has been trained in the spiritual arts I doubt she can help you” the monk said. “Is being a waitress count as spiritual training?” Mike asked. “Not in the way that matters” the old monk said chuckling. The monk wrote a note. “This is someone that can help you conquer your literal demon. I should warn you that she’s…eccentric” he said handing him the note. “I’ll take any help I can get” Mike said. The monk bid him farewell as he left.

Mike returned home at almost 3am. The tv said. “Are you still watching Netflix?” as Kanya and Katie slept on the sofa cushion. Mike gently picked Kanya up and carried her upstairs. He placed her in a clean sock stuffed shoebox and propped her broken leg up on the edge. She murmured in her sleep as Mike covered her with a shrunken blanket. Now comfortable in her makeshift recovery bed now on the nightstand, he returned downstairs. Mike sat on the sofa cushion, but this time Katie awoke. Mike saw the fear in her eyes. “I might’ve found someone that can help me” he said quietly placing the note on the coffee table. She could see it was an address. “I should apologize. There is a difference between punishment and flat-out cruelty” he said. Katie found herself growing back to her previous five-inch height. “You still have to look after Kanya” he said. “I was jealous okay! You were spending all your time with her…” Katie said sniffling. “Why buy the milk when you can get the cow for free?” he asked. “What?” Katie asked wiping her eyes. “This…thing flat out eats misery and pain. Instead of hunting girl after girl I had planned on using Kanya as a source I could keep it feeding off of. But…but when she genuinely wanted to help me, my feelings changed. I’ve only told you the bare minimum of what is demon whispers in my head day after day. And tonight, while I was out, I gave into it. A girl around your age, nothing special about her at all and I ate her” he said. “You’ve eaten…”

“Not like this. I chewed her to pieces. Chewed her alive. I remember every crunch, every scream. Like chewing a sardine. Katie…I remember what her brains tasted like” he whispered. Katie sat on his thigh. Mike picked her up and kissed her. “I was a good person once. I wasn’t always like this” he muttered as a tear fell down his cheek. “Mike, you’re emotionally exhausted. Let’s go to bed” she said. Mike simply nodded and carried her upstairs with him.

The next morning…

“I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?” Kanya asked as they ate breakfast. “I said you’re a descendant of a Yaksha” he replied. Kanya burst out laughing. “What’s a Yaksha?” Katie asked. “An Asian version of a fairy. Thanks Mike. Been awhile since I laughed that hard” she said giggling. “Is it so hard to believe? You’re a four-inch-tall shrunken Asian chick that can see dark energy” he said. “Point taken” she muttered. “Haven’t you ever wondered where that power really came from?” he asked. “Grandma just said it’s a bloodline thing. Mom would get really mad whenever it came up, so we never really spoke about it” Kanya replied. “Mad? Why?” Mike asked. “Dunno. Guess mom just thought it was old Thai superstition. Nothing an “American” family should believe in” she replied. “After breakfast I plan on going to this address that monk gave me. Hopefully I’ll be back before it gets late” he said. “Just be careful” Katie said. Kanya nodded. After eating, Mike left open a lunchable for them to eat on while he was gone and then left. He typed in the address 1233 Pine Road, Bedford Hills New York and drove off.

It wasn’t a long drive. Just 45 minutes on the highway but it did give him some time to think. A female Yaksha. Mike didn’t know what to expect as Googling them didn’t help much at all. Just the myths and legends had them look like just about anything. Some pictures grotesque. Mike chuckled wondering who would fuck something that ugly. The monk did warn him she was…eccentric. Mike wondered what he meant by that. Bedford Hills was a small town with less than 3,000 people. The address had him drive deep…deep into a forested road until the pavement turned to gravel. “You’ve arrived at your destination” Waze told him. The destination was a rusted beat-up mailbox at the end of a dirt road. Mike sighed as he turned onto it and went up. Five minutes, nearly a quarter mile in he came across a log cabin. Parking the car, Mike got out and looked around. No car, no telephone pole, nothing to show it was inhabited. Mike knocked on the door. No answer. “Hello? Anyone home?” he asked. Mike was startled as a large bird landed next to him. It appeared to be staring right at him. It flapped its wings and hopped 10 feet to his right and made a small screech. Weirded out, Mike approached it. As soon as he did it did the same thing. Over and over as if leading him somewhere. Now at the back of the cabin, Mike could see someone chopping wood. “Hello? Are you the owner?” he asked. The person split a log in two and looked up. Mike saw it was a woman. She wiped the sweat off her brow. “Yeah I am” she said now walking towards him. She suddenly stopped looking dead at his left pocket. The same pocket the Coin was in. The wind began to pick up.

Now closer, Mike could make out the fact the woman was clearly Asian. No more than 20. “What brings someone like you here?” she asked. Mike reached into his pocket and the sky began to darken. He pulled out the note. “I was told to come here” he said. She cautiously approached him and took the note from his hand. She nodded and sighed. “A monk told me to come here. He said a Yaksha could help me with my problem” Mike said. “Well, you found one” she said as the sky grew brighter, and the wind died down. “You’re a Yaksha?!” Mike asked. “Yeah I know. Not what you were expecting. Come on in” she said leading him to her cabin. Mike entered behind her to see it looked entirely normal. “Coffee?” she asked. Mike nodded. She put on a pot and then began walking upstairs. “I’ll freshen up as that’s going. Be back soon!” she yelled disappearing upstairs. 15 minutes later she returned but her return left Mike astounded. A four-inch woman wearing a bathrobe floated, yes floated, down the staircase and right towards the kitchen. “Ahh…fresh brew” she sighed as she waved her hands and the pot, and two cups levitated into the air. The pot perfectly poured two cups of coffee, in which cups floated to Mike and the coffee table. “Aren’t…you uhh…more guarded than this?” he asked. “You’re no threat to me even with that cursed artifact in your pocket. Even if you were I could’ve killed you with a snap of my fingers. And two, my grandson would’ve never sent you to me if you really were a threat” she replied. “Grandson? There was a young man that answered the door, but an old monk sent you to me” Mike said. “Yeah, that’s my grandson” she said. “What?! How old are you?!” Mike asked. “Hmm…stopped counting after 600” she shrugged. “So Yaksha really are immortal” he said. “Pureblood ones with no children are. The more children they have, the more mortal they are. Same deal with how pure the blood of their offspring is. My grandmother was a pureblood. I was her 17th child. So I’m not immortal, just really, really long lived” she said.

“Forgive me but you don’t look anything like the myths and stories” Mike said. “Ha! Artistic license so to speak. Would you fear a four-inch Asian woman?” she asked. Mike hung his head. “A great deal about us was made up. Even most of our origins. We weren’t at the beginning or any of that shit. We came to be around the same time humans did. The first of our kind ascended to the spiritual form along with the Asura. To make ourselves seem important we…spun the truth” she said. “So, this never-ending battle with the Asura isn’t true?” Mike asked. “Oh that shit is very true. The Asura wanted to dominate humanity. We wanted to protect it. Drink your coffee before it goes cold” she said. She shrunk her cup before levitating it to her hands. “So this is your real form?” he asked. “You mean my size and appearance? Appearance no. I tend to change it every 25 years to avoid snooping humans. As for my size yes. Holding human size is like flexing a muscle. Flex it too long it starts to hurt” she said. “Nice choice in appearance” he said. “Why thank you young man” she said grinning. “Mike” he said. “Mike…I’m Ora” she said. “About my problem” he said. “Ah yes, take it out” she said. Mike took the Coin out of his pocket. “SQUASH THAT BITCH!” a voice shouted in Mike’s head making him spill the coffee. “That was rude” Ora muttered. “I’m sorry. A voice…”

“Wasn’t talking about you spilling coffee. I heard that craven fuck in your head. My my. It’s been a long time since I laid eyes on a genuine artifact prison. Think the last one was Kublai’s wine jug during the Boxer Rebellion. That takes me back. Place it on the table please” she said. Mike did and she approached it. “Whew! Aren’t you just a nasty fucker. All that malice and pain you soaked up over the centuries. Must got a body count in the thousands by now. All that negative energy is making my damn pussy hair stand on end. So Mike, what magic did he give you? Flight, mind control, fire, lightning?” she asked. “Shrinking magic seemingly geared towards females” Mike replied. “Stingy bastard. That’s low tier stuff. The female part is probably because a female Yaksha sealed him away” she said. She looked at him. “And he got his hooks in you real good judging by your spirt aura” she said. Mike grew quiet. “How do I beat him?” he whispered. “Well, I’m sure you were told you can’t just beat his ass like he owes you money. Spirt magics and spiritual techniques can only harm an Asura. Having said that the thing is already imprisoned. The trick we need to focus on is severing the connection you have to him. I’m assuming you have a blood bond to him” she said. Mike simply nodded. The first thing we need to do is find out why you were so vulnerable to him. Something about you, a chink in the armor that let him in. Tell me about yourself” she said. Mike spent the next three hours rambling about his life.

“You told me everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. One moment” she said leaving him, she returned wearing a simple shirt and khaki shorts. “Mike, why exactly did you shrink your first victim? Tell me the reasoning behind it” she said. “If I could do it. No, I knew I could do it. I saw my grandfather dominate a girl. I wanted to feel what he felt. Total complete control” he muttered. “Did you even consider her life? What you would rob her of?” she asked. Mike shook his head. “Apathy. In my centuries of life, I learned what evil is. It’s not doing shitty horrible things. It’s the lack of empathy. Well, we know what the chink in your armor was” Ora said coldly. “You can’t judge me solely on that?!” Mike yelled. “Oh? Tell me what redeeming qualities you have Mike” she said. “I don’t break promises and I keep my word” he quickly replied. Ora burst out laughing. “In one hand you got a total apathy for what you do and in the other your honor in your oaths. One of these things don’t flap like the other” she chuckled. Mike glared at her. “Do it…you know you want to” a voice in his head whispered. “Shut up demon. He doesn’t need your help right now” Ora said. Mike calmed down slightly. “What stopped you?” she asked him. “You said you could kill me” he replied. “What if I said I wouldn’t stop you? Hell, what if I said there were no consequences at all?” she asked. Ora reached underneath her panties and flinched. She pulled out a plucked pussy hair and dropped it on the table.

To Mike’s astonishment, the hair turned into a perfect naked copy of Ora. “A little trick taught to me by a descendant of the Monkey King a long time ago. A perfect copy right down to the mole on my butt. Show him the mole” she said to the copy. She turned around and flashed her tiny ass to him. “So go ahead. Kill her. Get it out of your system” Ora said. Mike snatched the copy up. Mike couldn’t believe how perfect it was. If Ora was naked, he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Mike hesitated. “Oh…I see” Ora muttered snapping her fingers. Suddenly the copy began to show fear. “Please…please don’t hurt me” it begged. Mike felt something inside him bubbling to the surface. “It pissed you off to no end when I called you out didn’t it?” Ora asked. “…yeah it did” Mike growled. Mike jammed the copy into his mouth ignoring the screams coming from it and worked it to the back of his mouth. “Please…” the copy begged sobbing as her head stuck from between his lips. With a slurp and a loud gulp, it was gone. Mike felt it struggling in his stomach for a brief moment until it stopped. “How do you feel?” Ora asked. “POWERFUL! Fuck! That…that felt good” he gasped. Ora studied him for a moment. “That feeling slowly coming to the surface. What is it?” she asked. “…guilt” he whispered softly. “So not a total lack of empathy. That’s a start Michael” she said floating over and sitting on his shoulder.

“We will stop him. It’s going to take you going to places inside yourself you won’t like. It’s going to be hard, painful, and shameful but we will stop him. Okay?” she asked feeling him shake. “See that door to the right? Go to it and open it” she said. Mike got up and went over to the door. He opened it to find a simple room with cushions on the floor and a metronome on a shelf. “The first thing we had to do was narrow down what made you susceptible to him. We did that exposing your apathy towards women. Now we need to see the root cause. Sit down” she said. Mike did and Ora snapped her fingers causing the metronome to begin ticking back and forth. “This is my meditation room. That metronome helps me get going. Now Mike, what we’re about to do is far more than some bullshit mediation you see on infomercials. It’s going to be intense. It’s going to feel very, very real. You ready?” she asked floating down to the floor. “Ready” he replied. Ora knew he had no clue what he was in for but had no choice but to proceed. “Close your eyes” she said. Mike did and for a time felt nothing. He did notice the sound of the metronome seemed to get further and further away. And when it disappeared, he opened his eyes. “I don’t think…what the fuck?” he asked seeing himself seemingly floating in space. “Welcome to the Astral Plane. The realm where spiritual energy meets thought” Ora said coming up beside him. “It looks like some NASA shit” he said. “Because you currently lack spirt sight. Most of this place is a void to you. What you see as stars are really the spirit energies of people like me. Mike, I want you to focus on where your sense of keeping your word came from. Why exactly is it so important because you seem to resist your worst impulses because of it” she said. “Oh, that’s easy. Grandpa instilled that in me when I was little” Mike said. As soon as he said that the scene changed to his living room. “Whoa! Warn me when you do that” Mike said. “Wasn’t me. Your mind did this” Ora said. “Is that me?! Holy shit I was a cute kid” Mike said seeing his 7-year-old self on the floor watching cartoons. “Yes…cute” Ora said distracted by shouting form the kitchen. Ora approached and was blocked by a translucent barrier. “Mike?” she asked. Mike walked over to her.

“You said you wouldn’t do it again! You promised…” a female voice shouted. “Mom?” Mike asked. “Your mother?” Ora asked. “That’s her voice. Mom abandoned me with grandpa when…when I was his age” Mike said quietly. Neither could see past the blurring of the barrier. “Mike. I’ve seen this before. It’s a suppressed memory” she said pulsing her hand against the barrier. Suddenly the scene “glitched” and now his grandfather was bent down with his hands on young Mike’s shoulders. The boy looked considerably frightened. “Where’s mom?” Mikey asked sniffling. “You mom left. She said she’s not coming back” his grandpa said. Mike began to cry. “But she said she would be back in a few days!” Mike sobbed. “She broke her promise. Mikey, I want you to never break a promise. A person is only as good as the promises they keep. Do you understand?” he asked. Mikey nodded and hugged the man sobbing. “I remember that…” Mike whispered. “Mike, something isn’t right. A suppressed memory and then his weird skip?” she said waving her hand. The scene changed back to how it started. “We have to see what you’re suppressing. Michael, this will not be easy on you. Your unconscious mind suppressed it for a reason” she said. “In for a penny…” Mike muttered. “So be it” she said using her power to break the barrier before them.

“Mom!” Mike yelled seeing her clearly and for the first time in nearly 20 years. “You promised me. You promised that if I agreed to be your partner, you’d stop hunting innocent girls. Remember the deal? I’d find women deserving it and you satisfy this…thing of yours. But what’s this?!” she asked holding in her hands shrunken clothing. “Stacy was my friend! She slept over here as a kid dozens of times for fuck’s sake! So, what did you do to her? Crush her? Eat her? There’s a goddamn candlelight vigil at her house right now!” his mother screamed. “The urge got too much, and I bumped into her grocery shopping…” the man muttered. “That’s it. I don’t care what they say now. I’m going to the cops!” she yelled. “No you won’t!” the man yelled holding the Coin. His mother was shrunk instantly to five inches tall. “Grandpa? What was that light?” Mikey asked walking into the kitchen. He immediately saw his shrunken mom on the floor being picked up. “Go back to the living room and watch cartoons!” the man yelled. Mikey scampered off and hugged his legs to his chest in front of the tv. “What…what did…he couldn’t have…WHAT DID YOU DO!” Mike screamed at his grandfather. Mike began to stagger, and the meditation and scene was broken. They were back in the meditation room and Mike bolted out. Ora followed him. “At least you found the downstairs bathroom” she said quietly watching him wretch into the toilet. "I tried to warn you. This form of mediation is very intense. Not to mention the emotional toil uncovering a suppressed memory holds.”

A half hour later…

“How could he?” Mike asked sitting on her sofa. “Michael. He had been under the influence of that Coin for decades. His sense of morality would’ve been long eroded. An Asura’s influence is like a cancer that slowly eats away at you until you’re just a shell of what you once were” Ora said quietly sitting on his thigh. She saw the pain in his eyes. Ora wondered if she did more harm than good. “We should stop today. I…I don’t want you to give up so please come back tomorrow” she said. She floated up and kissed his cheek. “Ora…when I ate your copy, what if I didn’t feel guilty about it?” he asked softly. “I would’ve killed you on the spot” she replied. He looked at her. “Guess good thing I did. Hope for me yet?” he asked with almost pleading eyes. “Some. Go home. Rest” she said. Mike left her soon after that.

The girls badgered him about how things went. Mike barely responded. His mind was somewhere else. The more dwelled on that memory, the more he could remember of it. Then a part of that memory came forward. His grandfather going into his study moments later. When the girls were asleep, Mike entered the study. He had been in there countless times. A room filled with old memorabilia of his grandpa’s time in the army. Old uniform, patches, pictures, models of fighter jets he worked on as a mechanic. An old antique desk he bought long ago. As a kid, his grandfather didn’t let him enter the room without him. Now Mike wondered if there was a darker reason behind that. Mike has cleaned the room, before the attic, shortly after inheriting the house. He hasn’t been in it since. Had no real reason to. Now he did. Mike spent over an hour searching the room to find nothing. Then he began searching the desk itself as though it was an obvious place to hide something felt his grandfather was smarter than that. Nothing. But when Mike went to shut the lowest drawer it was slightly stuck. He placed his hand underneath to raise the drawer slightly. “What?” he asked feeling the weight to be completely off. “Shouldn’t be that heavy” he muttered. When Mike felt inside the drawer, he saw the bottom shift ever so slightly. There was a small gap between the drawer bottom and the sides. Using his fingernails, he pried the bottom up. “A false bottom and…the hell is this?” he asked finding a book inside. Mike opened the book to find pages after pages written by his grandfather. “He kept a diary?” he asked himself. As he looked to see how thick it was, he noticed somewhere inside the book pages was a bump. He opened the book to that page to find something that confirmed his memory to be true. Shrunken and perfectly preserved was a yellow dress, panties, skirt, and sandals. The very same clothing his mother wore in the memory. Mike held them in his hand.

“Grandpa…what have you done?” Mike asked broken hearted.

Who is this mystery woman? Find out in this week’s chapter of The Coin!

Chapter 9…Promises…Promises

Mike contemplated his choices. If Kanya didn’t receive medical treatment within the next day and a half she would die. That much he was certain of. Option one. Unshrink her, drop her off at the hospital and write her off. He would lose a chance of breaking the curse and expose himself to possible law enforcement sniffing around. Sure, the story of being shrunk and raped would make anyone call the nuthouse on them, but what if Kanya just said she was kidnapped and raped? She promised to help him if it meant he’d stop killing. Being locked up would serve that goal too. She would live but it came with a very high risk. Option two. Forego treatment and let her die. Mike thought about option two more. If he did go with option two, he wouldn’t let her suffer. Overdose her on Valium or simply snap her tiny neck. Again, he would lose the best chance so far of breaking the curse but no nosy flatfoot cops to worry about. The more he looked upon her naked body the second option seemed more of a waste. “Mike…it hurts…” Kanya said very weakly. Mike prepared another dose of Valium. One drop was enough. Two would kill. Mike gave her a drop and then held the eyedropper. A part of him, a part dark things came from, told him to give her another drop. Mike placed the eyedropper down.

“I was never one to think inside the box. Maybe there’s a third option” he muttered picking up his phone. Mike had a fantastical idea rattling around in his head. Kanya needed a doctor so why not shrink one and bring them here? Mike tossed that idea out as a missing ER doctor would cause too much a stir. But what if he could find someone like a doctor? That was an idea Mike chose to work on. Mike began to search veterinary clinics. Big clinics were out of the question. In recent years, people have resorted to breaking into them and stealing tranquilizers. That meant security cameras. No, some rundown mom and pop clinic was best. Quiet and too poor to afford decent cameras. Mike hit on one in Torrington, not too far from where he was in Stamford. “Caring Paws” Mike muttered. Mike did some quick research on social media. “Facebook says she runs it by herself after her dad died. Not many comments. Quiet. Perfectly quiet” he muttered. Mike looked at the time. 4:23pm. He knew hunting was best done at night, so he was forced to wait.

Katie stayed out of his way keeping an eye on him. Using a damp paper towel to wipe Kanya’s sweat off her body. Holding her tiny hand between his fingers. Kanya began to stir again. “Mike?” she asked. “I’m going to get you some help” he whispered. She looked at him with almost desperate eyes. “I keep my promises remember?” he said before kissing her. Kanya cringed in pain as she suddenly peed. She saw Mike look as the piss puddle between her legs with a cold look. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” she begged. “It’s okay. Get some rest” he said softly as he wiped up the urine. What had given him a cold look was traces of blood in her urine. He knew she would go into septic shock within hours. Mike took out a large bowl and filled and inch of it with water. Carefully he placed Kanya inside. “Katie get over here” he said. Katie, very nervously got off the sofa and approached the kitchen table. “About Kanya…”

“Oh, we’ll get to that in due time. Right now, you’re getting in that bowl and making sure she doesn’t roll over and drown. The water will help slow her fever” he said picking her up. Katie climbed in worried about his tone. The water was lukewarm as she splashed over to Kanya. “I’m heading out and won’t be back for three hours” he said. “What if she dies while you’re gone?” Katie asked. “I suggest you make sure that doesn’t happen” he said with a look that chilled her soul. Mike grabbed his keys and left. “Fuck…” Katie sighed.

Mike drove up to Torrington going as fast as he dared and arrived near the vet clinic 30 minutes after sundown. He turned off his lights and parked across the street watching. A young woman 23 years of age was busy wiping down the counter. No doubt cleaning up before closing. The Camry’s clock said 9:14. “Hello Ms. Carrie Brewster” Mike mumbled remembering her Facebook profile. Mike got out of the car and looked around. Not a car, not even a person in sight. Mike crossed the street to the clinic and pulled on the door. Unlocked. “Gotta love these small towns” he chuckled entering. There was a cute little bell that rang as he did. “Sorry but were closed” Carrie said coming from the back. “I know but I have a friend needing a house call” Mike said now holding the Coin. In a flash and huff of air, Carrie had been shrunk to five inches laying on the floor. Mike picked her up and placed her on the counter. Taking a moment to lock the door, Mike then walked to the back of the clinic.

He ignored the cats, dogs, birds, and whatnot in their cages making noise. He needed supplies if this was going to work. “Oh this is too easy” he said seeing shelves in the stockroom labeled. “Let’s see…anesthetics, antiseptics, gauze, tweezers, scalpel, sutures…” he mumbled as he loaded them into a bag. Within 10 minutes he was done. He picked Carrie up and turned off the lights before leaving. He got back into the car and drove home. Back home, Kanya was having a seizure. “Don’t die on me you bitch! If you die…” Katie mumbled not daring to finish the thought. The seizure ended and Kanya slipped back into unconsciousness. Mike returned home at a few minutes to 11. He placed the bag on the table and emptied the contents after placing Carrie down nearby. “Uhh…Mike? Who’s that?” Katie asked peeking over the bowl. “The person that might save your ass” he replied taking Kanya out of the water and drying her. Carrie began to stir. She opened her eyes and was confused to her surroundings. “I’m short on time here so get your screaming out of the way now” a giant looming over her said. Surprisingly she didn’t scream. “Just a dream. Just a fucked-up dream” she muttered. “Whatever you need to tell yourself. Here’s your patient. Internal bleeding and a laceration to the kidney” he said as he pulled out the Coin. He shrank the supplies. She didn’t move.

“I ain’t got all night and neither does she” he said leaning in. The warmth of his breath told her it wasn’t a dream. Now she screamed. Mike grabbed her by her long brown hair and yanked her off her feet. “You either do it or I’ll eat you” he said dropping her. Carrie crawled over to Kanya and saw the ominous bruising. “Please…I’m just a vet. She needs a real doctor” Carrie said. “If that was an option I wouldn’t have shrunk your ass. Now can you or not?” he asked. “I don’t know! I work on dogs and shit! Yeah I’ve treated a lacerated kidney before but that was a fucking German Shepherd!” she yelled. “Well looks like you got your chance to be a real doctor today. Get to it” he said. She began looking at the shrunken supplies he stole. “Ketamine?! I can’t use this! It’s for fucking horses!” she yelled. “Stop whining and cut the dosage!” Mike yelled. “That’s not…oh god…I need hot water to sterilize” she sighed. Mike filled a cup with water and microwaved it. Carrie was wiping the bruise with iodine. She jabbed Kanya with the needle and injected her. Kanya jerked up but within minutes was deep under. Carrie made the incision. “Jesus…” she said as blood poured out. “Fucking Christ! If you kill her…”

“It’s blood from the internal bleeding. I have to drain it first. And I can smell urine in it. She would’ve gone into septic shock within an hour. There, it’s tapering off” Carrie said. Carrie spread the cut with her gloved hand and went deeper. “Lacerated kidney confirmed. Not as bad as I thought though. Tear is about a half inch…half inch to me anyways” she said mumbling. Carrie began suturing up the tear and now and then flushing it with hot water. Once that was done she closed the incision with sutures. “Done. The sutures I used are made to dissolve in 8 to 10 weeks. The outer ones will fall off around the same time” she said. “Didn’t know they made sutures like that” Mike said. “Necessary for animals that move around a lot. Look, this isn’t an ER. She needs antibiotics. Lots of them” she said. “Got that covered” he said. “So, about the eating me part…” she whispered. “She’s still alive and I keep my promises. No eating” Mike said relaxing. “You did to her what you did to me? Shrunk her?” she asked. Mike nodded. “Why?!” she yelled. “Long story with that. Shrunk her too” Mike said pointing to Katie who had been hiding the whole time. “Christ on Sunday” Carrie muttered. “Relax a spell. Get comfortable” Mike said. “I’m fine. Just…just want to go home” she said. “I said get comfortable” Mike said coldly. Carrie sat with her knees and legs tucked to her chest. Mike made coffee and poured some into two cups. One of them he had a drop of Valium. He shrunk that cup and handed it to Carrie.

“How did you do that?” she asked. “Magic. Drink your coffee” he said. She hesitated. “Oh please. If I wanted to kill you, there are more efficient ways than poisoning a five-inch-tall woman” he scoffed. She reluctantly sipped her coffee. “You’re more skillful than the average veterinarian. What’s the deal?” Mike asked. “…I started off in med school. My dad started getting sick and asked me to take over the clinic. Transferred my credits to get a vet license and degree. He died a few months after I graduated” she replied softly. “Sorry to hear that” Mike said. Carrie’s head began to get fuzzy. She stretched out her legs. “What about your mom?” he asked pulling off her shoe. “Died when I was a kid. What…what are you doing?” she asked. “Helping you relax” Mike replied pulling off her other shoe. “I’m…fine” she said bleary. Mike grinned as he used his fingernails to pull her tiny socks off. “Surprised you don’t have a boyfriend” he said using his fingers to rub her sweaty little feet. “How…do you know that?” she asked. Mike kissed the soles of her feet before sucking them into his mouth. “Stop…it. Please stop” she begged. Mike let her feet fall from his mouth and began pulling her vet scrub pants and shirt off. Next came her panties. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me” she whined. “No, I said I wouldn’t eat you. Never said I wouldn’t have some fun. I like a girl that shaves down there” he said before leaning in to suck on her little pussy. “Don’t…don’t do…this…” she said just before passing out.

The Valium did its job as Mike molested her body with his tongue. Her sweet pussy juices trickling into his mouth as she came unconsciously. Her pitiful whimpering as he rolled her pea sized tits around with his tongue. With a day’s worth of sweat on her, she tasted sweet and salty. Mike had to cut his fun short as the clock ticked. He thoroughly washed her making sure no traces of his DNA lingered on her body. He dressed her minus her worn socks which he kept as a trophy and when done carried her with him to the car. Mike then drove back to the clinic. He pulled up just before 1:30am and entered the clinic. He kept the lights off in case someone drove by. Mike placed her in a chair sitting behind a reception desk and unshrank her. Now he draped her over the desk like she had fallen asleep on it. He moved a few papers around nearby and left a pen near her hand. “Good. Now when she wakes up she’ll think it she fell asleep at work, and it was just a crazy ass dream” he thought checking around just to make sure everything was in order. Just to be on the safe side, he wiped down every surface he touched with his bare hands leaving no fingerprints. Then he drove home slightly annoyed he kept that promise. Every part of him screamed he should’ve simply eaten her. But Mike was one to take pride in not breaking promises.

Mike got home just after 3am and checked on Kanya. She was already looking better as that pale death color had disappeared. Katie watched as Mike fell asleep at the table watching over her. In the morning, Mike checked on Kanya again. “Mi…Mike?” she asked as his putting woke her. “Morning” he said softly. “I dreamed some woman stabbed me with a syringe” she said. “Wasn’t a dream. Check your left side” he said. She did and her eyes went wide. “You were more hurt than I thought. You were dying. I brought someone here to help you” he said. She looked around. “She’s gone. I let her go” he said. “Why?! That’s a hell of a risk! Why do that?!” she yelled grimacing as she did. “Promises to keep. Don’t worry about it right now. Just rest” he said. “I’m hungry…and thirsty” she said. Mike nodded and fixed a very quick breakfast with juice. Katie, who heard him talking tip toed downstairs. What she and Kanya saw next shocked them. Mike sat on the table and shrunk himself down to a foot. “What’re you…”

"It’s easier this way. Sit up slightly so you don’t choke. He said slipping behind her. Mike began to feed her as she lay against his chest. Mike looked around a moment to observe a now much bigger world. “So, this is how the world looks to you two” he muttered. Kanya didn’t hear him as she was embarrassed and anxious to be doted on this way. That and being this close to him in such an intimate manner. Sure, she laid on his chest before but not like this. He handed her the glass of juice which she quickly drank. “Better?” he asked with his face very close to hers. “Your eyes. It’s not there” she whispered. “What was that?” he asked. “…nothing” she replied. Mike kissed her on the lips. “You had me worried for a while. Kanya…how exactly did you fall off the sink?” he asked. By this point, Katie had climbed onto the table and was behind Mike. He couldn’t see her, but Kanya could. Katie held her breath as he asked that question. “I just slipped. The porcelain was wet” she replied. “…you sure that’s what happened?” he asked. Kanya nodded. “I’ll take you to the bathroom so you can bathe and go potty” he said before growing himself back to normal. Mike saw Katie and paid her no mind as he very delicately picked Kanya up along with some gauze. Mike spent a half hour seeing to her needs in the bathroom before coming back down with her. By now she wore a simple nightie, and the leftover gauze now wrapped her broken leg. Mike administered her meds and placed her on a sofa cushion. She giggled slightly as he played an episode of Rick and Morty for her. “Thank you” she said softly. “Don’t worry about it. I want you to get better so I can go back to sucking that cute tiny pussy of yours” he said grinning. Kanya blushed and hid her face. Mike kissed her before going to the table where Katie hadn’t moved.

She said nothing as he fixed them both breakfast. Mike waited until she was busy eating to speak with her. “Kanya should make a full recovery” he said. “Great! I was worried there for a minute” Katie said feigning excitement. “Really?” he asked. “Well yeah” she said shrugging as she nibbled on some bacon. “I ask because Kanya is a bad liar and she said she simply slipped off the sink. She lied Katie. Why would she do that?” Mike asked. “I dunno” she replied. “Now that’s very interesting Katie. You didn’t say “she’s not lying”. You said you don’t know indicating you know she lied, you know full well what happened, and you don’t know why she lied about it” Mike said now holding the Coin. “We both know what happened. We both know why it happened. So now it’s time I deliver your punishment” he said looking at her. “Mike…Mike please” she begged. “Shhhh” he said as he willed her to shrink. Mike made sure it was slow enough she didn’t pass out. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes. She didn’t stop shrinking until she was two inches tall. “Oh god” she whimpered. “Your punishment, beyond being the size of a cockroach now, is to wait on Kanya hand and foot as she recovers. She wants a Pepsi you give to her. Cheetos you give it her. Foot rubs you give to her. Her ass scratched you give to her” he said coldly. “Mike I’m sorry!” she yelled. Mike wagged his finger back and forth. “I want to make something clear. If Kanya had come out and said it was you, I would’ve shrunk you to the size of an ant and made you eat only my fucking semen for food until she got better. If she had died…well let’s just say good thing she didn’t” he said with a chill. “Don’t you love me?!” she screamed. Mike picked her up between his fingers. Even she could see the burning dark energy in his eyes. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare try to play with my emotions” he growled. He walked over to the sofa and dropped her near the now Amazonian giantess Kanya. “Don’t say shit to me unless you need something for her” he spat. Mike sat down in a nearby loveseat, booted up his laptop, and began typing.

Hours passed and his anger had turned into moderate irritation. He would glance at Katie who’d immediately break eye contact. He began to feel remorseful for the things he said. “I’ll be back later” he suddenly said getting up, grabbing his keys, and then leaving. He found himself driving to New York once more. Again on the hunt, Mike pondered where he could go to find a victim nobody would notice or care to report missing. He stopped at a coffee shop and ordered coffee mulling how stupid it was to call a large coffee “vente”. “It means 20 not large you fuckin’ morons” he growled as he sipped. The shop was something looking like the 90’s forgot. Grunge meets hipster doofus. Only people inside were young adults trying to act like they were “hip”…or “deep”. The urges inside him looked onto one girl dressed in black. Black shirt, torn black jeans, black hair with a pink stripe near the center. Boots coming to the calves. A typical “Hot Topic” goth girl. She sat alone drumming her black fingernails to a broken drumbeat made by a bad poet onstage. Suddenly she got up and walked towards the bathrooms. Mike got up and followed. Just before she got to the door he used the Coin and shrunk her down to three and a half inches. He picked up her unconscious body and left.

Mike sat in the car as it began to rain holding her in his hand. Normally he would be giddy thinking of the cruel inhuman things he could…and would do to her but not now. Mike was like a heroin addict that hadn’t had a hit in weeks. He pulled her little boots off dropping them into the cup holder as his newest trophy and next came her tiny damp socks followed by her pants and shirt. After he typical black bra and panties, she was completely naked. He studied her for only a few moments. Skin damn near porcelain pale except for the rosiness of her hands and bare soles. Mike guessed her age to be no older than 22. Thin but not skinny. Mike licked her little pussy which did taste slightly tangy to him, but it was not enough. Licked her feet. Sucked her minuscule tits. Again and again not enough. “Eat her…EAT HER!” the voice in his mind screamed. “…as you wish” he whispered jamming her into his mouth. He could taste the sweetness of her flesh which was like the tiniest bit of a much wanted narcotic. A sampling that he needed more, uncut, pure unadulterated malice. Mike began to chew…

The young woman, who had been unconscious, awoke with a screech as his molars pulverized her right leg. The taste of her innocent blood made him swoon in his car seat. More…more…he needed more!

crunch CRUNCH crack squelch squelch

Mike chewed her into a bloody pulp. Mercifully, she expired on the third chew. He swallowed her pulverized, eviscerated remains and licked his mouth free of her meat. He felt something poking his gums and with his finger pulled out a shattered femur (leg bone) and flicked it out of the car like someone would toss out an annoying fish bone from a meal. Mike felt pure euphoria. Hell, he had came in his pants at one point. It didn’t take any time at all for that euphoria to turn into self-loathing. Eating someone alive was one thing, chewing them was another. The feeling of her skull exploding as he bit down. The taste of her blood. The screech that rattled his teeth. But what troubled him more than anything else was he gave in to the demon. The Asura. It was one step closer to conquering him and that meant doom to anyone he loved. Mike realized he might not be able to wait until Kanya got better. Mike Googled something on his phone, plugged in the address, and started the car. He drove to the address marked and parked. He got out and walked to the building. It was late so he didn’t know if anyone would answer the door. Surprisingly, someone did.

A monk, a Buddhist monk opened the door. And how may I help you this evening?" the young man asked. “How do you fight an Asura?” Mike asked.

Some fun with Kanya
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Chapter 8…Green Eyed Monster

“Katie said I should tell you when I’m on my period” Kanya said quietly. “Katie’s right. I’ll fetch the Tylenol and run you a warm bath” Mike said leaving her on the sofa. Katie herself was roaming around the lower floor of the house for the moment. Mike returned with a pill and shrunk it down for her. Kanya took it watching Mike return to the kitchen. She watched curiously as he poured milk into a bowl and then microwaved it. Once done, he carried it upstairs and then came back for her. “What is this?” she asked after being placed before it. “What’s it look like? A milk bath” he replied. “You get off doing this don’t you? Treating me like your pet” she said coldly. “You’re being a chatty Kathy today. You’ve barely said five things since I brought you home two weeks ago” he said checking the temperature. “I’ve been expecting you to kill me every day. Doesn’t exactly make me want to talk to you” she said. “Fair enough. Hop in” he said. Seeing she had little choice, Kanya did. Mike scooped up milk and poured it on her. “Work it into your skin” he said. There was a moment of silence between them as the shrunken young woman rubbed the milk into her light brown skin. “I do this for Katie too when she’s on her period” he said quietly. “That poor girl. She really loves you” Kanya said. “I love her. Not my fault society shit on her. All I did was show her she had value” he said. “You manipulated her! You’re a predator!” Kanya yelled. “What is it when it stops being manipulation and becomes a choice? Hmm? You have no idea what I am, the things I’ve seen and done. So easy to judge when your hands are clean. Privileged little brat” Mike spat.

“Oh please enlighten me on how you’re morally justified in shrinking, kidnapping, and murdering people” Kanya said looking up at the giant. “You think I was always like this? No, there was a time when I wouldn’t hurt a fly. Last month of my senior year of high school I find out I missed out on a scholarship to college. So, what does a broke ass American kid that wants to go to a decent college do? Join the army and get that GI Bill of course. Got through boot and then shipped off to Afghanistan. What a life…burning shit trenches. Heat, dust, and flinching at every pop and bang. While you were Instagramming what the fuck Asian teens do, I was shitting in an ammo box in a blown-out house. I was lucky really. Never saw those crazy gun battles you heard about on tv until my third year in my tour. There was this market in Kabul me and my buddy went to a lot. Cute Afghan girl around 14 would follow us around and speak with the merchants getting us free fruit. Her name was Shara. One day we showed up like usual and Shara runs down the street all smiling…and then a gust of wind revealed a bomb vest strapped to her. Our training teaches us not to see them as people but threats. Raised my rifle, pulled the trigger. Saved a lot of lives that day including mine. Not long after I got into a real gun battle. Killing is something that gets easier the more you do it. I just wanted a fucking college education…” Mike hissed. Kanya looked at him with surprise as a tear fell from his left eye. Mike quickly wiped it away. “I’m sorry for what you went through but that doesn’t make what you did to me and my family right” she said.

“You don’t understand. I didn’t want this power. Sure, it was a fucking thrill the first time but if I knew the real cost to having it, I would’ve tossed this goddamned thing into the Atlantic. Katie is the first good thing to happen to me in a long time. But the cost to keep her is…well I think you know what it is” he said. Mike handed her a sliver of soap. “So where does that leave me?” she asked. "Honestly? I rather not kill you. I find you…appealing. Your sadness and misery are barely enough to contain what’s in that Coin. That quiet whimpering as I suck your tiny pussy. The soft crying when you think I’m asleep. But in the last day or so it’s not enough. It’s like how you get bread at a restaurant before the main course. Just whets the appetite. “Then why this?” she asked splashing the milk with her hands. Mike bent down real close. “Because I want to be nice to you” he replied looking dead at her. Kanya held her breath as the dark energy she usually saw in his eyes briefly flickered away only to return. Kanya said nothing else the entire bath. Later on, she was back downstairs and dressed in a shirt and panties with Mike. By that time Katie had stopped roaming and sat on the sofa watching tv. “You can pick something out” Mike told Kanya. Surprised by the offer, she took it and chose something random on Hulu. “Mike I was planning to watch something” Katie said. “You can catch it later. Let Kanya have a turn” he said. Katie was annoyed but said nothing. As they watched tv, Katie noticed Kanya smelled faintly of milk. “You gave her a milk bath?!” she yelled. “Yeah…” he replied. “That’s our thing!” Katie yelled. “And still is. Kanya is having a day. Chill out” Mike said. “Chill out?! This bitch should be in your stomach by now so what the hell?!” Katie yelled. “That’s enough! Go upstairs and watch tv!” Mike yelled. “But…but…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he scowled. Katie hopped off the sofa and went upstairs leaving them alone. Kanya looked up at him. “Don’t worry about it” his muttered before placing her on his chest. As they watched whatever show she chose on tv, Mike would gently pet her. As much as she despised him, she did find his touch slightly pleasing. “Will you ever let me go?” she asked softly. “If I find a way to break the curse I will” he replied. Mike noticed an unconvinced look about her. “I don’t lie” he said. “What if I help you?” she asked. It had not even occurred to Mike she could. Mike quietly nodded. It wasn’t long after that Mike dozed off with her still on his chest. Kanya paid it little mind and just laid there with his heartbeat underneath her body. An hour later though, Mike began moving in his sleep. “Shara…Shara stop…stop…STOP!” he yelled. “Wake up!” Kanya yelled slapping his giant cheek. Mike’s eyes opened and he jumped. Kanya spilled off his chest and he caught her before she hit the floor. He placed her on the sofa as his mind settled back into reality. “You were having a nightmare” she said. “A memory of that day” he muttered. She saw a softness in his eyes as he said that. Kanya gently patted his finger. Mike looked down at her and picked her up. “You really are pretty” he whispered before kissing her. “I’m still on my period” she whispered. “I know. I can wait” he said before sucking her entire right leg into his mouth. Kanya giggled at how it tickled. Mike let to and cuddled her for a moment before placing her back down. Meanwhile, Katie at the top of the steps was watching everything…

Four days later…

“So, you’re good?” Mike asked her. “Yeah I’m not on my period anymore if you must know” Kanya replied. “Good” Mike said grinning as he picked her up. He kissed her passionately as his finger slipped her panties off. Mike began with her tiny feet making her squirm before his giant tongue parted her legs and went for her tasty tiny snatch. By this point, playing the role and enjoying it had blurred for Kanya. Before even all of this happened, she never had sex let alone someone eating her pussy. She held onto the tip of his nose as she ground her cunt on the tip of his tongue. With a cute squeal she came leaking her juices down his tongue into his mouth. “Your turn right?” she asked panting. Mike placed her on the sofa, and he took his pants and boxers off. Out sprang his giant cock ready for a shrunken Asian girl to worship. Kanya got right to it within seconds. Hugging the giant member, rubbing herself up and down it. Moaning and even licking it. “Fuck me you got good at this! Better than Katie” he said. Katie, who had been eating a snack on the kitchen table took note and stared at the sofa. For days he had doted on Kanya and virtually ignored her. At first she wrote it off as him with a new toy, but they were getting too close for her liking. “Whew! You backed up or something?” Kanya asked wiping the cum from her face. “Been holding off for days there” he replied. “I could’ve helped you with that Mike” Katie said. Her voice went unheard.

“You need a bath. Might as well take it with Katie and save water” Mike said picking her up and walking to Katie. “Was done anyway” Katie said dropping her cracker with ham. Mike took them upstairs to the bathroom and ran the water for the sink. As usual he left some soap and shampoo for them to use before leaving to do whatever he needed to do. “Seems you got over your fear of Mike” Katie said slipping into the water. “I took your advice and just rolled with it” Kanya said doing the same. “Kinda seems more than that” Katie muttered grabbing the soap. “He’s a slave to that Coin and wants to be free. I was wrong thinking he was totally evil. If it saves lives I’m more than happy to help him” Kanya said soaping her body. “So, you don’t have feelings for him?” Katie asked. “He kidnapped me. I…feel bad for what he went through but I’m not stupid enough to fall in love with my kidnapper” Kanya replied. Katie took that as a personal dig towards her.

There was a degree of silence for a while between them. “When you said you don’t have feelings for him…you’re lying” Katie muttered. “What did you say?” Kanya asked. “I said you’re a liar. I saw the bliss on your fucking face when he was tonguing your pussy. What do you Asians call that when you act like you hate them but really love them? Tsundere?” Katie asked grinning. “That’s Japanese. I’m Thai you ignorant ass bitch” Kanya spat. Katie stood up out of the water. “Fuck you say tiny?” Katie asked. Kanya stood up. “Think I’m scared you got two inches on me? Least I know the score. Hello? Stockholm syndrome called. They want their spokesperson back!” Kanya yelled laughing. Katie attacked her enraged by the insult and knocked her backwards. Kanya, with her back on the edge of the sink, tried fighting off Katie but setting her previous insult aside was still two inches, which was two feet taller to the both of them, taller than she. Their struggling caused Kanya to slip over the edge of the sink bowl right on the edge itself. A kick to the face caused Kanya to fall right off. Kanya screamed as she fell seemingly to her death below. Mike, who had been walking up the steps to check on them heard the tiny scream and rushed into the bathroom. It just so happened that Kanya didn’t land on the bare floor but the shag carpeted bathroom rug. She was still alive but badly hurt. “She…she just fell off” Katie stammered. Mike paid her no mind at all and scooped Kanya up. Kanya screeched in pain horribly making even Mike cringe. He carried her downstairs to the kitchen.

Mike looked over here injuries. Broken left leg, dislocated left shoulder and badly bruised hip. On the surface not too bad considering it was like falling nearly 50ft. “Kanya, Kanya look at me. I have to set the bone and pop the shoulder back in place. This is going to fucking suck” he said calmly. She nodded. Mike snapped a toothpick in half and had her bite down on it. With the littlest sound he set the bird like bone in her leg. Kanya mumbled in pain. From there he used a cotton swab as a splint and tied it with string. “And now the shoulder” he said. Delicately, he grabbed her arm with two fingers and then used his thumb on his other hand to press down. There was an almost unnoticeable pop as he fixed the joint. Kanya sobbed in pain. Mike gave her Tylenol and some old Valium pills his grandpa had lying around. Kanya was high as shit but stable. Mike went back upstairs and took Katie off the sink and placed her in the bed. “Is…is she okay?” she asked. Mike just looked at her and said nothing. Katie didn’t give a shit about her wellbeing. She just wanted to know if Kanya said how she fell. She didn’t know if his silence meant she had or not. Mike solely downstairs that night and when he awoke found Kanya running a very high fever. Another round of Valium and Tylenol and when he checked her fever again it had only gotten worse. He knew something else had to be wrong with her. As he cleaned her body as she couldn’t go to the bathroom, he noticed something with her left side. A discoloration he thought was a simple bruise has spread oddly downward towards her back. He knew he had seen something like it before. That and a high fever together.

Kanya has steadily gotten worse. Tylenol wasn’t doing jack shit. Then it dawned on him where he’d seen this before. During a firefight in Afghanistan, a buddy of his was thrown into the corner of a concrete wall by an RPG. at first he seemed fine but as they returned to base, he began running a high fever. He complained about the pain in his side getting worse, so they checked him again. A bruise that got bigger but spread slightly downward. The medics told him when he struck the wall, he lacerated his left kidney. He was bleeding internally. Only surgery saved his life. Mike touched Kanya’s side and even though doped up screamed in pain. Mike was sure now she was bleeding internally…and dying. He had a choice to make. Let her go, save her life, and risk being exposed Or let her die and possibly the only chance of breaking the curse with her.

Chapter 7…New Toy

Mike was pleasantly humming to himself as he entered the laundry room and bent down to the hamster cage where the Thai girl from the restaurant was being kept. She groggily yawned as the clack of the small door opening awoke her. “Good morning” Mike said reaching for her. She immediately screamed and backed away from his hand. Of course, it was futile as she had nowhere to go. Mike plucked her by her ankle and dragged her out. “Phew! You need a bath before breakfast” he said as he began walking to the bathroom upstairs. The tiny woman wriggled in his grip to no avail. Mike placed her on the sink before running some hot water. The girl now free, darted to the edge of the sink. “That’s every bit of a 100 ft. fall at your size. Now be a good girl and strip off that silly waitress uniform” he said. She spat at him. “Look, let’s just be frank. Pissing and shitting in that cage made you smell horrible and you’re not going to stink up my house. Now we can do this easy like, or you can be an idiot like your grandma and make shit unnecessarily hard” he said. She immediately remembered last night right up till she was shrunk.

“My family. What did you do to them?” she asked. “Let’s see…grandma was eaten alive by dust mites. Your mom was digested around…oh say 11:00 last night and the guy with you all is a goldfish turd by now. That leaves little you” he said smirking. She began yelling at him in Thai until Mike took his finger…

WHACK

Mike flicked her hard in the cheek throwing her near the sink bowl. Mike turned off the water and watched as the tiny woman spit blood. Mike gripped her neck and forced her head underwater. He casually hummed to himself as the woman frantically fought. Her tiny legs kicking so hard her little shoes flew off her feet. As she began to grow still, Mike let go. The young woman gasped for air. “Ya think I don’t know when I’m being cursed out in another language? Now take off your fucking clothing!” he yelled. Trembling, she did as he commanded. Her black socks first, then top, black pants, and finally her bra and panties. She covered herself. “A friendly word. It’s pointless to cover yourself. I guarantee you before lunchtime I’ll be licking and sucking your tiny pussy. Well for starters anyway” he said with a sinister smile. Mike pushed her into the water, and she bobbed up to the surface. He handed her a sliver of soap. “Make sure to get every nook and cranny before my tongue does. I’ll be back to check on you in a moment. Got to get breakfast started” he said leaving her.

Mike made his way downstairs and began making breakfast. A pot of coffee, cracking eggs into the pan, putting on some toast. 15 minutes had passed before he saw Katie enter the kitchen. Her larger six-inch size meant she could get around a little easier than before. Mike picked her up. “Good morning sleepyhead” he said before kissing her. “I heard crying coming from the bathroom” she said. “Oh, that was just our new pet taking a bath. Nothing to be too concerned about” he said. “You didn’t say what happened last night” she said looking up at him. Mike placed her on the kitchen table. “Learned a bit about the Coin. In a nutshell it’s cursed magics and according to our guest’s grandma will eventually drive me to murder you” he replied flipping the eggs. Katie looked horrified. “Now now. I’ve made some plans. You’re perfectly safe as long as I have a steady supply of victims. In fact, after I ate her daughter, I felt much better” he said. Katie didn’t even know what to say to that. “What if you unshrank me?” she asked. “I doubt that would end the problem. If it was that easy grandpa wouldn’t have had all those tiny caskets upstairs” he replied. “Tiny…tiny caskets?” she asked. Mike sighed softly. “After you found that mummy…I went back to cleaning up there and found a hidden compartment in the wall. A dozen little ring boxes turned into caskets. Some were empty but there were pictures with them. Each girl in them was happy. The curse drove him to kill them. Which is why I went out to see what can be done about it” he said. “You wanna kill me?” she asked meekly. “NO! No…” Mike yelled as his hand trembled. The toaster going off made him jump.

“I’ve been having urges. Thoughts” he said. Mike turned around to face her, approached the table, placed something down, and picked her up. It was very clear to him she was frightened. “I will not let some curse take you from me. Do you understand?” he asked. She silently nodded. Mike turned the stove down to low. “Need to check on the newbie” he muttered before leaving her.

Mike returned to the bathroom upstairs. “You look better” he said startling her. Mike soaped up his fingers and began washing her hair. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Kanya…” she muttered sniffling. “Figured a pretty girl would have a pretty name” he said as he rinsed her hair. “You going to kill me too?” she suddenly asked. “I’d rather not. Would be a waste to kill someone as cute as you. Honestly that’s all up to you. You cause me trouble you’ll end up like that last girl I shrunk and brought here” he said. “…what did you do?” she asked. “Shrunk her so tiny she was boiled alive in my tea. I think we both don’t want that so if you behave you should be fine” he replied. He finished and had her get out. Mike handed her some toilet paper to dry off. Once she had, he carried her downstairs.

“Katie, this is Kanya. Kanya, this is my girlfriend Katie” Mike said after placing Kanya before the much taller Katie. “Oh my God” Kanya muttered. “Oh yes Katie was in the same position as you once. But she obeyed and did as told and things worked out great. Isn’t that right Katie?” Mike asked as he scooped the food out of the pan. “Yes, that’s right” Katie said with a halfhearted grin. Standing near her, Kanya was very much more aware she had shrunk. Even before being shrunk, Kanya was on the petite side standing 5’4 barefoot. Standing near Katie, she felt even tinier than the four inches she had been shrunk too. By comparison, Katie stood like an 8-foot-tall Amazon. “How…how long have you been here?” Kanya asked her. “Just under three months” Katie replied. Kanya eyed her. She smelled nice, no bumps or bruises, no broken bones, and obviously very much alive. “I hope everyone is ready for an omelet!” Mike said cheerfully as he placed the plate down. He handed Katie and Kanya shrunken cups with just a drop of coffee in them. Kanya couldn’t contain her hunger and quickly climbed onto his plate for food. “Guess it’s been a while since you ate” he muttered as he began. Katie sat beside the plate using the shrunken utensils Mike has prepared during their earlier conversation. “It seems our new pet approves of my cooking” Mike chuckled as he ate. Kanya paused for a moment to take in reality. This time yesterday she was getting ready for another day of working at the family restaurant. Worrying about her phone bill, saving up for a new car, her grandma wanting her to find a Thai boyfriend. Now her family was dead, she was shrunk to the size of a mouse, and eating food bare ass naked on a giant plate. “Oh don’t stop on my account” he said quietly. She stood up, her little bare feet stepping in warm cooked eggs, and glared at him shaking. “You want to say something so bad, but you remember that flick in the face. Good. Pain is a good teacher. Now finish your food” he growled. Kanya did trying to toughen herself up for whatever he had planned.

Once they had finished breakfast, Mike laid out the ground rules. “Here are the basic rules. You’re a sex toy. Not a person, not a human being but a thing to give me, and my girlfriend pleasure. Do well and obey the rules you’ll rank up from sex toy to sex slave, to plaything, and eventually mistress. Until you receive the tank of mistress you may only call me master. It’s up to Katie how she will want you to call her. Rule two, obedience at all times. If I find you untrainable, I’ll eat you. Rule three, you have full reign of the house in your free time. Feel free to explore to your heart’s content. Word of warning though. Outside the house is a world of death for someone your size. Plenty of predators out there willing to have Thai for dinner. Rule four, you hurt my girl and you’ll die slowly and painfully. Rule five, if you have any medical or hygiene needs let me know in advance. That should do it. Anything to add Katie?” Mike asked. Katie shook her head. “Any questions Kanya?” he asked. “Will you ever let me go?” she asked. “One day I just might” he said. She stared at him. “For the record, I don’t lie” he said quietly. “I need to do the dishes and clean the downstairs. Feel free to use the tv or get to know Katie. Once I’m done you’ll get your first raping” he said unceremoniously. Kanya stood there petrified at how easily he said that last part. “Come on” Katie said taking her by the hand. Mike picked me both up and placed them on the sofa before he began cleaning.

Katie tried to distract Kanya as beast as she could with whatever movie of show she wanted on tv. However, the more Mike cleaned, the more she knew time was counting down to shrunken sexual torture. By the time Mike had finished vacuuming, Kanya was a bundle of nerves. She began whimpering. “The first time is always the worst. Just bear with it and whatever you do DO NOT fight him. The more you go with it, the gentler he’ll be” Katie told her. Kanya didn’t know whether she was crazy or caring. Mike sat down next to them making Kanya jump in fright. Kanya’s whimpering grew louder as his fingers closed around her midsection. Mike began lifting her up and Kanya desperately tried to hold on the Katie’s hand. Katie let go and turned her attention to the tv. Mike grinned seeing her fear. His fingers played with her long black hair. “Pretty little thing. My grandfather started his collection with a Thai girl he met over there” he muttered as his finger traveled down her side. She squirmed slightly as his fingertip played with her tits. Lifting one and letting it fall and bounce. Then going to the other. Kanya could feel her nipples harden. His finger traveled down her right leg to her foot letting it rest against his fingertip. Her teeny, little unpainted toes curled instinctively. “You’ll find out I’m a foot man” he sheepishly grinned raising her foot to his face. Even that small, Mike could see she was someone who worked on her feet a lot. Small callouses on the heel and ball of her foot. She went rigid as he playfully licked her tiny sole. Mike sucked her little foot into his mouth and moaned softly. Kanya wriggled at the disgusting yet ticklish feeling. She breathed again when he let her foot go.

“In time, your feet will be just as soft as a marshmallow. No more waiting on tables. No more shitty customers. Dumb ass Karen’s demanding more soy sauce. Idiot Chads staring at your cute supple ass” he whispered. He turned her around and licked her ass. Kanya squealed as his tongue parted her ass. “It was my life” she sobbed. Mike turned her around watching the small little tears fall from her eyes. “And now this is your life. A cute shrunken pleasure thing” he said grinning before using his tongue to part her legs. Kanya moaned between sobs as his tongue coaxed her natural wetness to emerge. The shrunken girl kicked her feet into his cheeks as the tongue rape only intensified. “Please stop…please…” she begged looking into his eyes. Mike stopped. “Only if you finger fuck yourself to orgasm” he said coldly. Katie hearing that, turned to look at them curious to see if she would do it. Kanya, sniffling, began to viciously finger fuck herself in his open hand. “That’s it you shrunken slut. Do it” Mike hissed. With a whimpering sob, Kanya came. Mike brought her to his face and used his tongue to clean her juices off her. Then holding her arm, sucked her small hand into his mouth cleaning it as well. Mike placed her back on the sofa. “See? Man of my word. Now having said that, before bed tonight you’re going to get me off. Put those waitress muscles to good use” he laughed.

By that evening, Kanya had a good idea of what was expected of her getting him off. She sat on his bed staring at the bathroom door listening to him sing in the shower. Not a hint of sympathy for her. Then, the water was turned off, the sound of her shower door sliding open, towel used. And out he came naked and hungry. Mike sat down next to Kanya completely ignoring Katie. Kanya’s heart quickened as his fingers wrapped around her body. He lifted her up and smiled seeing the fear in her eyes. “Has anyone ever told you you’re very pretty? You a virgin Kanya?” he asked. “…yes” she replied. “To which one?” he asked. “Both” she replied. “I’ll try to contain myself. Don’t want to break my new toy” he said before bringing her to his face. Kanya cringed as his giant lips kissed her entire face. The warmth of his breath on her skin. His finger caressed her cheek. “Here it comes” he said lowering his hand bringing her to his cock. Mike laid back in bed placing her on his thigh. “You can do it or I” he said. She walked to his towering dick and stepped her tiny feet on his balls. Every bit of her wanted to stomp as hard as she could on them, but she chose not to as her puny size wouldn’t hurt him and just piss him off.

Her hands touched his shaft. Warm, firm, the blood pulsing through it. She closed her eyes and hugged it before beginning a crouch and stand motion. Her tits rubbing against his cock aroused her to her dissatisfaction. She tried to avoid rubbing her pussy on it but that was near impossible. “That’s a good girl. Jerk me off” Mike moaned watching her. The more she did, the more she realized his cock skin was getting slick. She hadn’t noticed her own pussy juices were getting smeared on it. Wetness from above hit her head. Looking up she could see his precum leaking out. Her beautiful black hair sticky but nowhere near as bad as what was coming. As Mike felt his orgasm building, he grabbed her off his shaft and roughly placed her directly on his cockhead. “I’M CUMMING YOU LITTLE SLUT! TAKE IT!” he yelled busting a nut so hard, Kanya’s body jumped a full centimeter. A torrent of semen shot out coating her entire body. Katie, watching the whole thing, couldn’t recall him ever cumming that hard. Kanya could only whimper feeling the warm sticky fluid casting every crevice of her body. From between her tits, to her asshole, to between her little toes. “I hit the jackpot with you” Mike laughed. Kanya wasn’t the only one that had an emotion response to him saying that. Kanya weakly looked at him from his hand. She swore she could see something in his eyes. An energy, a malignant energy. She never took stock in the tales her grandmother told her of her family with the gift of aura sight. Then again she thought shrinking people was a fantasy reserved for movies and books too. Apparently she was wrong on both counts.

Kanya laid in his bed next to Katie reliving that day. Breakfast on his plate, foot rape, oral rape, and just 30 minutes ago used a jerk off toy. Her knees still aching from the constant squatting. He nipples still tender from scraping his shaft. Her crotch, even though cleaned in the sink, still sticky from when he held her over his cock slit as he came. She swore she could feel his cum inside her. “Can’t sleep?” Katie whispered. “Of course not” Kanya spat. “For what it’s worth I’m sorry. Deep down, Mike isn’t a terrible man. He’s just under the control of…”

“I saw what was in his eyes. A sickening darkness. There is no deep down for him. He’s rotten to the core” Kanya spat. “You’re wrong. You know nothing about him and if you want to survive I suggest you get to know him better. Kind words, foot jobs, whatever it takes. He’s a kid and you’re the new toy. Better take advantage of his sexual curiosity before it turns to boredom” Katie told her. “You sound jealous. You’re fucking jealous?!” Kanya asked. “Take my advice or not. It’s on you” Katie said rolling to her side and closing her eyes. Kanya realized she was caught in a love triangle and God help the loser…

Just little Katie resting in Mike’s hand as he collects falling leaves.

Chapter 6…Revelations pt. 2

Mike had the lower part of her hair between his fingers as a he used a doll toy brush to comb it. He admired her small little frame as she sat on the bed. Katie’s skin was still a little moist from her sink bath as she sat still for him. “You know, you’re a little prettier since I shrunk you” Mike said softly. “Haha, maybe because of the nice clothes” she said admiring the silk robe that barely clung to her body. “No, your skin is a lot clearer, hair shinier, and I do like a girl that shaves down there” he said. “I figured that you didn’t want to go down on a tumbleweed” she said smirking. Mike put down the comb and used his finger to turn her head. Both shared a sweet kiss before Mike broke it off. “There’s time to eat my little pussy again before bed” she winked. “Not tonight sweetie. Have to run a late errand in New York” he said. “That involves the Coin?” she whispered. “…yes” he replied. “Necessary?” she asked. “Unfortunately, yes. I decided to take your advice and learn more about this thing” he said. Katie knew she couldn’t talk him out of going. She knew there would be more to what he said. “Alright. Just…be careful” she sighed. “I will. Don’t wait up for me” he said before another kiss.

Mike had given this some thought. Clearly he needed someone that knew ancient Thai or at least an older dialect than modern. Logic said to choose someone Thai. Now it wasn’t as if he could just flag down a random Thai person on the street and hope for the best. Mike decided to go to where some of the oldest Thai districts there was. As one would say, if you want an old tree, go to the forest. Through the magic of Google, he learned that New York City had the largest population of Thai on the east coast. Thai Town in Elmhurst to be exact. So Mike got in his car and headed there. As he drove, he thought about what he had discovered in the attic. Ring boxes for caskets to inter or memorialize the shrunken women his grandfather loved. Every woman he shrunk and loved ended up dead. Every single one. Couldn’t be a coincidence. Worse yet, after seeing Jennifer’s fate on the video, his grandfather wasn’t even that shocked. As if he expected it. Having said that, Mike realized something. “He didn’t kill mom or grandma. But did he ever shrink them?” he wondered. The truth of the matter, he knew very little about his grandmother. What he was told by his grandfather and mother was her name was Sky and met grandpa in the autumn of 1975. She came from an old hippie commune in the northern part of New York and stayed with him for a while. During that time, he got her pregnant and not long after his mother was born, she left leaving her baby behind. But was there more to the story?

Mike did know one thing for certain. The urge to kill Katie was growing by the day. Even tonight as he turned her head, the thought of turning it till her neck snapped entered his mind. Just her scent was causing trouble. That sweet sweaty musky smell after playtime made his mouth water…and his stomach growl. Mike got to his destination even more determined to learn more about the enchanted Coin. It was almost past 10pm as he parked the car and began walking through Thai Town. Various shops like, bakeries, convenience stores, furniture, laundries, take outs, and nail salons, littered the street. It would seem like he was looking for a needle in a pile of needles. Mike paused. He felt it. Barely turning his head, he noticed an old woman staring dead at him. Some would dismiss it as paranoia or imagination but not Mike. His tour in Afghanistan taught him how to sense when someone took too much an interest in him. Mike ducked around into an alleyway. As he guessed, the old woman looked down the alley. She couldn’t see him. Mike waited until she walked off and now the watcher was the one being watched.

Carefully, he shadowed the old woman right to a restaurant with the name “Ayanda” on it. Moments after she walked in, so did he. “Closed! YOU MUST GO!” the old woman shouted. “I don’t think so. You were following me” Mike said. “Was not! WAS NOT! You must go!” she yelled. Mike felt the Coin vibrate. Somehow, he knew this was the right place. Mike locked the door and flipped the sign to closed. Mike walked back to her and pulled the Coin out of his pocket. “Tell me what this is. Tell me what’s written on it and I’ll leave” he said. The old woman looked at the Coin in horror. She started screaming in Thai. Two women and a young man came from the back of the restaurant. “Grandma? What…you! What did you say to her?! Get out before I call the cops” the younger of the two women yelled. Mike looked at the young woman. 20, maybe 22 years old with bigger tits than one would expect. Slender wearing a waitress uniform. Purple streaks in her hair. “Pretty” Mike thought as he grinned. The older woman, probably the first girl’s mother was in her late 40’s and even with her age wasn’t that bad looking. “She told you to get out!” the young man in his early 20’s yelled putting his hand on Mike’s shoulder. With barely a glance, Mike used the coin to shrink him. The shock knocked him out as he dwindled to a half inch in height. The younger woman screamed. “Shut the fuck up or you’re next!” he yelled. Mike bent down and plucked he young man up.

“Now, you’re going to tell me what I want to know, or it’s going to get very bad for those two bitches. And to show you I’m not fucking around…” he said walking over to a fish tank. He callously dropped the young waiter into the water. “Aat!” the older woman screamed. She rushed over. “Ah ah ah!” Mike warned holding the Coin. The shock of cold water woke Aat, he found himself inside some kind of enclosure bigger than an Olympic swimming pool. It took him a moment to realize he was inside the fish tank he cleaned every other day. As he realized that, something else came to mind. The fish. When dropped, his body created tiny ripples that to the simple-minded fish meant fish food. A fat little goldfish determined to eat swam at full speed to Aat. Aat could see the golden monster underneath the surface coming right at him. The fish latched onto his leg and yanked him down. For a brief moment, Aat still had some luck left as the goldfish only got his shoe. Then that luck ran out as the goldfish inhaled the water sucking the shrunken young man into its mouth swallowing him whole. Satisfied, the goldfish dived back to his little play castle at the bottom of the tank not caring about the struggling meal in its belly. “That was kinda entertaining actually” Mike said. He turned his attention back to the old woman.

“Please…please I know nothing!” the old woman begged. “Really? You’re going to gamble their lives with a lie?” Mike asked looking at the mother. With just a thought, he shrunk the mother down to a manageable four inches. Mike picked her up. The daughter tried to attack Mike and found herself shrunk as well. Mike picked her up and dumped her into an empty glass. “I’ll get to her later. Now where were we? Oh yes, you lied to me” Mike said tearing off the mother’s clothing. His fingers played with her slightly sagging tits. Mike sighed slightly bored with her slightly pudgy frame. Looking dead at the old woman, Mike gripped the mother by both ankles and flipped her upside down. She was still unconscious but not for long. With an ankle trapped between fingers, Mike pulled her legs apart “I hate liars” he hissed as he pulled harder and harder until there was a tiny pop. The mother’s eyes shot wide open as she screamed. That little pop was her leg dislocating from her hip. The muscle tear accompanying that didn’t help. Now, I’m going to ask the question again and if you don’t answer, your daughter here is going to become a human wishbone" he said coldly.

“Now, let’s start from the top. Why were you following me? Plenty of white guys stroll through here so what set me apart?” he asked. “…your aura. You have a cursed aura” she repelled softly in tears. “Cursed? Cursed how?” he asked. “I don’t know” she replied. Mike pulled again making the woman screech. “I truly don’t know! I can just…sense it there” she replied. “And the Coin? You recoiled in horror seeing it” he said. “It reeks of evil and malice. It is the source of your curse, and this wicked power to shrink people” she replied. “I already know the power comes from it. What I want to know is what’s behind that power. What does it say on the Coin?” he asked. Mike let go of the mother’s leg, which dangled lifelessly, to hold the Coin in his hand. The woman cringed as it got close. “I cannot make all of it out. It’s in an old dialect” she said. “All of it? So you can make some of it out?” he asked. “Yaksha…prison…and…” She was saying before she broke out in a cold sweat. “I can’t make out the last part. Bring it closer” she said. Mike did and she snatched the Coin from him. “Taste your own power!” she yelled holding the Coin. Nothing happened. “But…but the power is…” she muttered before Mike’s eyes briefly glowed red. The Coin magically returned to his hand. “That will cost you dearly” he said before placing the mother in his mouth and swallowing. The old woman watched her daughter disappear down his throat.

“I know that this Coin is bound to me and me only. It’ll never work for you or anyone else. You got a granddaughter left. She’s next if you fuck with me one more time. Now what did you see?” he said with a tone that could cower the devil. “Ashura” she replied. “That’s the word that been rattling around in my head! Asu…something. It was asura” Mike thought. The Coin pulsed at the name. “What is an asura?” he asked. “In your terms a demon but they’re far more than just that. My grandmother passed down not just her gift to sense evil but the legends behind them. Legend says the asura were demons that were opposite of the gods. Beings of malice, darkness, lust, and violence. Constantly at war with the gods and their servants the Yaksha. Asura are virtually immortal and cannot be slain so they had to be sealed away. Depending on how powerful they were, so went their prison. Some mountains, others caves. The lesser ones physical vessels such as amulets, statutes, even pottery. That Coin is one of those vessels” she told him. “Okay but how is it bound to me? If it’s so evil, why not work for anyone?” he asked. The woman laughed.

“That is not their way. They bind themselves only to those that can reap the most evil using their power. They enter a blood contract with them first” she said. “That explains why the thing pricked my finger and absorbed my blood” Mike thought. “I thought my gift could temporarily bind the asura to my will” she muttered. “You thought wrong and since we’re on the subject, your daughter stopped moving in my stomach. Guess she suffocated or passed out from the pain of being digested” he said. She spat at his feet. “What about the curse? I’m assuming it’s my soul” he said. “Feeble minded westerner. What would an asura want with your measly soul? Asura reap pain, death and misery. You are nothing but a shepherd and every kill you make is a lamb to the slaughter. And if the Asura goes hungry…it will make you feed him” she said coldly. “You telling me if I don’t shrink and kill people, it will make me kill someone? It will control me?” he asked. “It feeds the best when the victim is one the avatar of his power loves the most” she laughed. Mike was furious. Not just her laughing at him but the grim truth of what was upon him. The ring boxes of his grandfather, the dark thoughts about Katie. “The more you love them! The worse it will get! You can try to keep it at bay by killing but the craving will only grow. As long as the curse is upon you, you’ll never be able to love someone without killing them!” she laughed louder. “But I can satisfy it. Quantity over quality right?” he asked with a grin. “You cannot bargain with an asura fool. Sooner or later, it won’t matter how many you kill. It will demand the sweet taste of your grief and the grief and pain of the one your love most” she said. “Then I have a lot of work coming my way. And I just know where to start” he said snatching the granddaughter out of the glass and stuffing her into his pocket. “No please! I did as you asked! At least leave me with her…” the old woman begged. “Don’t worry, you won’t suffer long” Mike said before shrinking her with the Coin.

Anyone watching would think she simply disappeared. In reality, Mike shrunk her so small you couldn’t see her with the naked eye. Mike would leave letting nature take its course. The old woman awoke to a place so strange she briefly thought she was on another planet. Then she remembered the glowing Coin. She realized she had been shrunk to an extremely small size. How small? She didn’t know but it was less than 1/100 of an inch. Small enough the fibers in her seat cushion looked like rolling hills. The light the Mike turned off made it look like day turned to starless night. Distant thunder in the skies. Thunder caused by the very low hum of the fish aquarium pump. And another sound…a weird skittering sound. She didn’t know what it was and maybe that was the cruellest thing about it. Not knowing what was coming. Knowing, seeing what was coming could’ve gave her a heart attack. That would’ve been more merciful than what was coming. She took off running in the dark, but the skittering was coming from all directions. Something jumped on her face, something sharp bit her ankle, many things began to swarm her. She did not last long as whatever it was devoured her and stripped her down to her old brittle bones. Dust mites. The most common, and numerous pest in a household that feeds on human skin cells found something else to dine on that night. And with an average of over 1 million of them in a single room, she never had a chance.

Mike drove home with his newest catch and when he got home told Katie he would talk in the morning. Katie could tell Mike was very on edge that night and didn’t bother him with details. He readied an old hamster cage he found in the attic for his new guest, a guest now awake. He ignored her struggling and screaming as he threw her inside and locked the door. “I’ll introduce you to my girlfriend tomorrow. In the meantime, I suggest you get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for you” Mike laughed leaving her. The young woman slumped to the floor of wood shavings and chips. The day has started normal for her. Helping out at the family restaurant. Taking orders, flirting with customers for bigger tips. And now ended with her shrunk, caged, and her future very much in question.