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.

Tried my hand at it

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…

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

Relaxing after decorating…

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…

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

Some fun with Kanya
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Did some sw works in celebration of National Hispanic heritage month

Ellen Ochoa. First Hispanic woman in space

Rita Moreno winning an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress in West Side Story

Joan Baez. Anti-war and civil rights activist

Selena Perez. Latin pop and Tejano singer who paved the way for latin singers like Shakira, Ricky Martin, Jennifer Lopez

Why get stuck with another year of boring cranberry sauce when you can have something more tastier and fun?

Spiced orange cranberry streusel cake recipe:

2½ cups flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
½ teaspoon ground cinnamon
¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg
¼ teaspoon ground ginger
1½ cups superfine/caster sugar
1 cup butter melted
2 eggs
1 tablespoon orange zest about 2 oranges
¾ cup orange juice about 3 oranges
1 cup cranberry jam or in the UK cranberry sauce will work
1 cup fresh cranberries (or ½ cup dried cranberries, soaked)

Topping:
½ cups brown sugar packed
½ cup granulated sugar
1 tablespoon ground cinnamon
½ teaspoon salt
¾ cups butter melted
The zest of 1 orange
1½ cups all-purpose flour
¼ cup powdered sugar for dusting
1 Cute Lilliputian girl (optional)

Preheat the oven to 350F/175C Grease 13×9 inch baking pan.

For the topping:
Mix the flour, both sugars, cinnamon, orange zest and salt in medium mixing bowl. Add the warm melted butter and stir to blend until moist clumps form. Set aside.

For the cake:
In a medium mixing bowl mix together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
Add the cinnamon, nutmeg & ginger. Mix until combined.
Add melted butter, the orange juice & zest. Mix until combined.
Add eggs mixing until well blended. Fold in the cranberries.
Transfer cake batter to prepared baking pan; spreading it evenly over the pan.
top with the cranberry jam by gently smoothing over the surface of the cake (you may have to warm it slightly to make it easily spread).
Hand squeeze small handfuls of crumb topping together to form small clumps. Drop topping clumps evenly over cake batter & cranberry jam, covering with a thick layer of topping.
Bake 1 hour or until a tester comes out clean and topping is golden brown and a little crisp
Cool cake in the pan on a cooling rack at least an hour. Once cool dust with powdered sugar and cut into squares to serve.

Anything for my little pet…

Happy Vore Day 2023

Lizze Broadway as “Emma” the shrinking sup on the soon to be released spinoff of “The Boys”

“Sometimes you’ve got to let everything go—purge yourself. If you are unhappy with anything… whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you’ll find that when you’re free, your true creativity, your true self comes out.”

Rest in Power

November 26, 1939 – May 24, 2023

@BigGrumpy never heard of it

Chapter 3…Marching to a different beat

He had been walking a steady pace for three hours along with the detachment of soldiers. The higher-ranking ones riding horses, the others riding in back of carts carrying supplies. Gary found it fortunate they did as a steady pace for them was barely a stumble to him. Even so he wasn’t walking no more than 2 kilometers an hour. Gary’s stomach grumbled. “Was that your stomach?” Meena asked from his pouch. “Yes. I’m not taking in enough calories. At this rate my bioimplants will glitch in a few days” he replied. “You mentioned those before. What are these bioimplants?” she asked. “In simple terms very small machines that make me a better soldier and pilot. Machines that boost muscle strength to make me stronger. Heart and lung implants for better endurance. Machines in my eyes for better vision. I even have them in my brain. One of them lets me understand your language” he said. “Sounds very useful” she said. “They have drawbacks. They run off my metabolism so the amount of food I eat is more than normal. Usually, a man like me needs between 2,700 to 3,000 calories a day. I need around 6,000. And my language unit can translate spoken language but not written. Even music can cause it to glitch” he said. “Music? You have music?” she asked. “Yeah we do. Why don’t we take a break for a while, and I can play some. Sounds good captain?” Gary asked. “Agreed. There’s a branching of the Helena river up ahead” she said. A few minutes later, all the soldiers, including Gary and Meena were resting their feet. Food and water were dispensed. Gary waved off any portion for himself using his own rations he gathered. “So, about this music” Meena said. “Humans created all kinds of music. For example, here’s one called Moonlight Sonata” he said playing it from his multi tool. The soldiers gathered around him and listened. A few closed their eyes entranced by it. “It is…breathtaking” Meena said. “It was written by a deaf man 700 years ago” he said. "The man was deaf?! Then how did he hear his own notes?!” the captain asked. “I’ll show you” Gary said picking her up. He had her place her hand on his throat. Gary hummed a note, then another of a different tone, and another. “Did you feel the difference?” he asked. “Ye…yes I did” she stammered shyly. “So did he, he placed his head on his musical instrument and felt each note” he said.

“Is there more?” someone asked. “Oh, so much more. Baroque, opera, jazz, Alpha Centauri Blues, but probably my favorites are 20th and early 21st century pieces. Guys at the academy used to make fun of my taste in music” he said. “Can we listen to one of your favorites?” Meena asked. Gary nodded and thumbed through his personal playlist. “Ah, here’s one that is pretty appropriate” he said. The song “Adventure of a Lifetime” by Coldplay began playing. The beat began playing and Gary clapped to the clap in the rhythm. The soldiers began to mimic him.

“Turn your magic on, to me she’d say, everything you wants a dream away. Under the pressure, under this weight, we are diamonds. Now I feel my heart beating, I feel my heartbeat beneath my skin. I feel my heart beating…oh…you make feel…like I’m alive again! clap clap clap. Clap clap clap Alive again. Oh, you make me feel…like I’m alive again!”

By this time, each woman before him was clapping a jumping to the beat. One woman stood up and full on danced as her friends giggled and laughed. When the song was over, they breathed and smiled. The mood was a far cry different from earlier. It was lighter. “We should get going if we are to reach Corinthia by nightfall” the captain said. Gary agreed and soon they were back on the road. He kept the music going and not one song disappointed them. The biggest surprise was when Gary himself began to sing. They were astonished at how good he was. However, when he stopped Gary looked upset. “Are you alright?” Meena asked worried. “That was Dani’s favorite song. She used to sing to me on long patrols. Our ships had two means of communication. Broadcast and emergency physical contact. She’d flip her ship upside down and land on my roof so she could sing without us being overheard” he said. “What was the name of it again?” Meena asked. “One Last Kiss” by Hikari Utada. Neither of us knew that would actually come true one day" he muttered. He wiped his eyes. The soldiers watching him looked at one another stunned. “What?” he asked them. “You’re crying. You can cry?” one asked. “Of course I can. I’m no god. I cry, bleed, thirst, eat, and shit like any of you. Whatever you’ve been taught that my kind are gods was a total lie” he said sternly. “Gary” Meena said.

“What? It’s the truth” he said. “A very dangerous truth” the captain said riding her horse before him. “Our religion, our very culture is built around the concept that giant men and women are our gods and that they commanded us how to live. Your words, your very presence puts a thousand years of dogma in jeopardy” Meena said. “She speaks truth. It would destroy the religious sect, call into question the validity of the Queen herself” the captain said. “The Queen…I’ve been wondering. How do you have a queen when you don’t have children? An election? Lottery?” he asked. “The oracle. She decides who the Queen is. When one dies the one designated Queen years prior is taken from a sanctuary near the Valley of the Gods to replace her” Meena said. “And she is obeyed without question for she has the Mandate of the Gods” Andrea said sitting on the back of a cart. “This sounds shittier by the second. She’s going to fight me won’t she?” Gary asked. They all looked at one another. “Yes. And as the first recon regiment no doubt she will order us to fight you with the others” the captain said. “You know how that will turn out. You KNOW this” Gary said. She said nothing. Around midday, they stopped once again at a stream crossing the road to rest and eat. Gary stared at the captain. “You would throw your life away on a hopeless battle?” Gary asked. “I am a soldier. It is my duty to serve and obey. I do not question my orders” she said. Gary scoffed. “You disagree? Are you not a soldier as well?” she asked. “Indeed I am but I don’t follow suicidal orders. Nor do I fight hopeless battles to soothe the ego and pride of my commander” he replied. “And that is where we differ” she said.

Gary grabbed her from the ground. Not saying a word, he began pulling her clothing off starting with her sandals. “What…what are you doing?!” she yelled. “Taking off your clothing before I eat you. I’m not about to digest your armor, tunic, or sandals” Gary replied. “Eat me?! Have I offended you?!” she quickly asked. “I wouldn’t say offended. Annoyed probably but that has nothing to do with my decision to eat you alive” he said pulling off her leather breastplate. “Don’t look at me that way. You’re ready to throw your life away. I need to eat. Just cutting out the middleman” he said. “Please don’t” she begged softly crying. “Why should I? Give me a good reason not to and I’m not fucking around” he said. “I don’t want to die” she said. Gary had her nude by now and was lowering her into his mouth. “Gary…please” Andrea said begging. Everyone looked up at him with pleading eyes. “They value your life more than you do. You command their respect, not some Queen” he said putting the woman down. “So, I just disobey orders? What soldier does that?” she asked putting her clothing back on. “The ones with a heart. A soldier that blindly follows orders is no more a person than the horse that pulls that cart” Gary said. The captain was deeply ashamed by his words. After getting dressed she sat down staring at her sword. Gary scooted close to her. He began to sing.

“The minstrel boy to the war has gone, in the ranks of death you will find him. His father’s sword he has girded on, and his wild harp slung behind him. The land of song said they warrior bard, tho all the world betray thee…one sword at least thy ranks shall guard, one faithful harp shall praise thee…”

The captain looked up at him. “It’s a song written over 600 years ago by a man mourning the deaths of friends that fought in a war. It was a quick and bloody war where many followed orders without question and killed people and got killed in return. All it accomplished was creating people to grieve for them. A soldier fights with his heart, not his weapons” he said softly petting her hair. “How old were you when you first killed someone?” she asked. “18. Barely a month out of the academy. I was with my wingman doing a patrol at the far edge of Leyton 2. Suddenly sensors registered an incoming warp signature and then an enemy ship appeared. Small, barely 500 ft long. Computer couldn’t identify the class, so we closed in. There was a plasma fire on the starboard side. It saw us, changed course, and ran. We could easily outrun it, but something wasn’t right. It wasn’t firing on us. My wingman yells at me to give the order to fire on it. I told him to hold fire as it just didn’t feel right. Well, my wingman called local command and they ordered me to fire. So, I did. Just a few shots from my pulse cannons and it exploded. Me and my wingman knew enough that ships packed with weapons explode a LOT more violently. This one just…poofed. Command downloaded our sensor data and told us to keep our mouths shut. I’m a firm believer that ship was a transport ship carrying possible noncombatants. If that’s true then I killed defenseless people because of orders. They drill into us that our enemy are soulless killers and I’ve come to believe that. I fight to win at any cost but there are times I think about that day and wonder” he said quietly. “Wonder what?” she asked. “That I lost my heart that day” he replied.

There was a moment of silence. “I decided not to tell them I’m not a God. My presence alone will stir enough shit without dropping that bombshell” Gary said. He stood up. “We’re burning daylight and I want to get to this town before we lose the sun” he said. Soon, they were on the road once more. Gary and everyone else were very silent the rest of the march. It was just an hour before sunset when they arrived in Corinthia. Gary was visibly shocked at how intricate the town was. It sat off the river, apparently their civilization relied heavily on it, and was spread in a 300 ft. diameter circle. The streets laid out in a wagon wheel pattern. A larger than average mansion sat in the center on a hill raised 5ft. from the streets below. Probably the mayor or some equivalent resided there. The houses and buildings were in perfect scale for them as if someone shrunk an Ancient Greek city. Oddly though the four main streets running in the cardinal directions were three times the width of the others. If he was careful, Gary could use them to get around. He saw panic at the city entrance as they spotted a giant among the troops. A sparse garrison was called to meet them as they approached. “Ma’am?!” a soldier said standing before the captain “Have you no shame? Humble yourself before a god!” the captain yelled pointing to Gary. Her eyes went wide, and she bowed. The others with her followed suit.

“The reports of a giant rang true. Turns out he is one of the gods and has returned. He hungers so make haste with food and libations for him!” the captain ordered. The soldier saluted and marched back into the city quickly. “Nice job” Gary muttered. The captain smiled. She led him into the city where the people gasped and ran into their homes. The captain explained that the only place in the town that could hold him was the arena to the east. Gary nodded and said he would be there for the time being. She checked her soldiers into the base before sending message to the Prefect, the royal overseer of Corinthia. Dusk was upon them as crowds began to gather near the arena to see this god for themselves. An hour had passed before the Captain had returned with cartloads of food and drink. “Forgive me but this is all we could get from the market” she said. “Better than what I was expecting” he said quietly as he began plucking butchered chickens, goats, and whatever meat there was. Gary ended up devouring 1000 people’s worth of food in under a minute. Next was ripened fruit like tic tacs. Vegetables swallowed whole. Using his fingernail, he popped open barrels of what they considered wine and drank them like shots. The people were astonished he ate and drank so much that quickly. For Gary it was the first full meal he had in days. Gary let out a belch that could be heard throughout the city. The captain was giggling until she was passed by a woman wearing a white toga and gold necklace. “Is this the god?” she asked. “Indeed priestess” the captain replied.

She approached him. “Gary. She’s the city priestess” Meena whispered. “Hi” he said. “What proof is that he’s a god?” she asked. “Proof? Can you not see that he is a giant? I have seen firsthand his penis and the sperm it can provide” the captain said. “That is circumstantial at best. There are plenty of giant beasts in the Agoge lands with a penis and that makes sperm. They are not gods” she said. “How many can talk?” Gary asked. “Parrots can talk” she said sharply. “Is she always a bitch?” Gary asked the captain. She had to stifle a laugh. “I can show you power if you want. Power you and your beasts don’t have” Gary said. “Do it” she commanded. Gary looked around and spotted a boat about 100 ft. away tied to a mooring. His enhanced vision could see nobody near it. He pulled out his laser pistol, dialed it up to four, aimed, and fired. A red beam of light shot across the southern part of the city striking the flimsy tiny boat. It was turned to ash within a millisecond. The laser beam superheated the water around it causing a violent steam explosion blowing the dock to smithereens. “I saw him use it on my commander. All that was left of her was ash and bone” the captain whispered into the priestess ear. The woman trembled so much she fell to her knees. “What…what is your name my god?” she asked. “Gary” he replied. She looked confused. “Not Zeus? Not Apollyon?” she asked. “I am…a new god” Gary said on the fly. She nodded believing him. Gary bid her to sit as he had questions.

Meena sat nearby eating a piece of fruit listening to them speak. It was undeniable now that somehow Ancient Greek culture had influenced them, and Gary asked the origins of their beliefs. The priestess spoke of an ancient book detailing the lives and teachings of their gods. A book Gary’s scale. When Gary asked specifically what was in the book, she could only answer about her patron god Apollyon. A god of wisdom and foresight. Arts and crafts. The harbinger of light. What little Gary knew of Ancient Greek gods fit what he knew of the god Apollo. A mystery solved but the deepening of questions remained. She said there were other priestesses that worshippers their own gods and goddesses that maybe could answer more of his questions. Gary bid her farewell as the limit of what she could tell him was reached. Gary stood up and pulled out an emergency blanket from his backpack. “What is this shining cloth?” Meena asked. “Emergency thermal blanket. I’m going to use it as a roof tarp tonight” he replied. “Have you need of me?” the captain asked. “The ruler of this city. I’m surprised I haven’t met her” he said. “Well about that. She’s…busy” she said. “More like scared shitless, trying to figure out what to do, and asking for advice from your empress” Gary said. “As you say” the captain muttered. “Just remember what I said about following orders” Gary said dismissing her. As evening turned into night, the amount of people watching him lessened. Those that remained did so for their own reasons.

The younger ones, teenagers, were youthful curiosity or simply infatuation. The older ones apparently wanted blessings. A woman approached asking for a bountiful grape harvest. Gary made up some bullshit and simply said…“it is done”. Others came forward asking boons for wealth, good health, good business and so forth. Gary told them to leave him alone after it became too much of an annoyance. “Good job for someone who isn’t a god” Meena chuckled. “You have no idea how annoying that was. A third just wanted to see my penis” he growled. “Looks like the guard is closing off access here so you can relax now” she said. “Good” he grumbled. Meena ended up climbing onto his chest. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Wanting you pay attention to me. I do not like sharing your attention with others. It irritates me” she said. “Meena I’m a little tired” Gary said. She crawled to his face and kissed his giant lips. “I enjoy your touch. Play with me as you want. Coat me in your seed, drink my milk, or better yet…” she said opening her legs. “You’re drunk” he said. “Indeed I am but I still want you” she said. Gary scooted her closer and sucked her breasts into her mouth. He milked her until she was dry and then let go. “Satisfied?” he asked. She quickly shook her head. “Meena I really am tired. Tomorrow okay?” he asked. Meena nodded sighing. Gary suddenly kissed her with actual feeling. Meena was quite surprised by that. “I may be rough around the edges, but I do care about you” he whispered. “Goodnight Gary” she said.

“Goodnight Meena” he muttered.