Relaxing after decorating…

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!

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

Chapter Three…Pleasure, Pain, and Punishments

“I’m almost done. Hold still” Mike said as the wetted toothpick was again dipped in black nail polish. Katie sat perfectly still as her giant captor painted her tiny toes one by one. There was a time she fantasized about a man painting her toes. Obviously this wasn’t what she imagined. “And done” he said finishing. He blew on her feet drying them before cleaning up the table where they were. It had been a week since he shrunk and kidnapped her. Seven days of one sexual humiliation after another. Rubbing his sweaty aching feet on day three. Soaping her naked body to use as a washcloth on day four. Masturbating with a french fry on day five. Warm chocolate licked off her body on day six. And today, dressed up as a doll. However, as long as she obeyed, he would treat her well after his fun and games. The oven dinged announcing the frozen pizza for dinner was done. Mike pulled it out, sliced it evenly and let it cool. “I hope you’re hungry” he told her. Once he was satisfied, he held the Coin and willed a few slices to shrink. He grinned as he slid them to her. Perfectly shrunk to her scale. Katie devoured them. She didn’t know if it was hunger or stress, but she swore it was the best tasting pizza of her life. She couldn’t pin Mike down. One moment an unrepentant rapist, the next sweet almost to a fault. “You’ve been a very good girl this week so I’m going to give you a reward. How does homemade cookies sound?” he asked. “They sound very good…master” she replied. Yes, she quickly got used to calling him master. Quick to end her sentences with master. She played the role well as she tried to buy time to figure out an escape.

Late at night, when he slept, she would crawl down from the bed onto the floor and explore the house. Not an easy feat in almost total darkness in places. Strange how being shrunk somehow made her sight and hearing better. She didn’t walk into things her size in the dark. She could hear the old house groan on windy days. She learned that Mike was right about wild critters roaming around at night as one night looking out the window spotted a fox darting through the grass. She knew she’d make an easy meal for such a thing. Last night though she saw something that might get her the help she prayed for. An old, corded phone jacked to the wall. It had been years since Katie had even seen one. But then again, most of the things that were in the house looked like Father Time forgot about the place. The immediate problem was while the cord dangled off the table, it was just out of reach. She figured she could use something to help. The question was what. Katie decided tonight she would look around for something she could use as some kind of step ladder. Dinner was done and she sat dutifully in his lap as they watched tv. She looked at the giant as he did something again unusual. He turned to a show she liked. She did not mind his errant petting or rubbing or her thighs. “Who wants cookies?” he asked. “Me! I do master!” she said cheerfully. Mike paused. Katie realized she was selling it too hard. “Please…master” she said humbly. Mike nodded and placed her on a sofa cushion before going to the kitchen. Mike took out the ingredients. “Eggs, butter, mix, sugar…sugar…damn. No sugar” he muttered. Mike put his shoes on and grabbed the keys. “Going out master?” she asked. “I need sugar. Can’t make cookies without sugar” he said before heading out the door. Katie waited for a few minutes making sure he didn’t double back before searching the house for anything she could use to get to the phone. She was not having any luck. Anything she found on the floor was either too small (ironically) or too heavy to move.

Meanwhile…

“Goodnight Elena! See you tomorrow!” her friend yelled as Elena left the store. Elena Montoya, 21 years of age came from Juarez. A Mexican border town with more issues than a city newspaper. Barely a year ago, she was making do with her husband and picking out a name for her unborn child. Then one day her husband was murdered in one of many cartel shootouts in the street. Now alone and pregnant, she knew she couldn’t stay there any longer and snuck into the United States for a better life for her and her child. Eventually, she made her way to a out of the way town sitting on the New York/ Connecticut corridor. Cost of living was cheap, a few ready jobs open to her, folks that didn’t care about where she came from or how she got there. Taking a job at the local grocery store provided for her and her newborn baby. Even her female coworkers pitched in and babysat when they could. And the male coworkers treated her as their sister. It was a good life that would come crashing down that night. She got into her Ford Escort that was older than she was and headed down the road. She paid no mind to the Camry that passed her or the man that would destroy her life driving it. Ten minutes after that, her car began to quickly overheat and then die on the side of the road. While that was occurring, Mike was getting back into his car after stopping at the same grocery store she worked at. “Sorry sir but all we have is sugar cubes. That’s what I get for stopping at a mom-and-pop store” Mike hissed as he started the car and pulled onto the road. Elena was checking her phone over and over. 12:03 am and not one signal bar. Sighing, she began the long walk home as she had to check on her two-month-old son. “Dios” she muttered as her feet and even her tits were sore. “First thing I do after checking on Diego is a foot soak and a breast pump” she thought.

Mike saw the abandoned car and passed it with little to no thought. Then his headlights caught Elena. Long hair going to her back, supple ass, good healthy figure. Mike licked his lips. “Right out in the open. Someone up there or hehe…down there must like me” he said slowing down and stopping next to Elena. “That your car back there?” he asked. “Yeah it died on me. Now I got to walk home” she said through the lowered window. “Fucking hell she’s pretty” he thought tapping his pocket with the Coin in it. “You don’t got to walk. I can just drop you off” he said. Elena wasn’t very keen on riding with a stranger. “It’s dangerous out here all alone at night. It’s up to you” he said. Elena had to admit he had a point, and she was very exhausted. “Thank you” she said opening the door. She got in and buckled up. “I’m Mike” he said. “Elena” she replied. “Pretty name. So where to Elena?” he asked. “Hamilton Apartments off route 55” she replied. Mike nodded. 10 minutes passed as well as the turn off to the road she indicated. “You missed the turn” she said. “Sorry” he said. “No big deal. You can turn around up ahead” she said. “No, I meant I’m sorry I have to add you to my collection” Mike said pulling out the Coin. Not even looking at her he willed her to shrink. She let out a pitiful whimper before passing out. A red glow and a hiss of air later, Elena was passed out shrunk to five inches in his passenger seat.

Mike walked through the door carrying the sugar he needed including a cute shrunken Mexican girl. “Welcome…oh my god! Another one!” Katie yelled from the floor. “Well, I went out for sugar and then one thing led to another” Mike chuckled shrugging. “How does one thing lead to shrinking and kidnapping someone?!” Katie yelled. “Well, I had been planning on getting you a friend and then she comes along. I mean look at her. Her body practically screams shrink me” he said dangling Elena’s limp body from his fingers. Make placed her on the table and for his camera, a few close pictures before he began his work on her. With morbid curiosity, Katie had climbed up onto the table. Out of breath, she sat down and watched him. Mike tried not to stare at her in the car but now nothing held him back. He figured her age to be around 20 to 23 or so. Cute little mole on her cheek. Mike gave a tiny peck on her miniscule cheek. She still wore her grocery store uniform of a red shirt, khaki pants and white shoes. Mike began with her shoes first. A slight tug on one and then the other they came off her feet. He observed the slightly visible prints in her worn socks. “Poor thing must’ve been on her feet all day” he said as he used his fingernails to pull her teeny, little socks off. He grinned slightly feeling the warmth and slight dampness of her shrunken socks in her hand.

Mike studied her feet. The tops salted caramel color like the ripest if her and pale on the soles. Her toes unpainted. Katie cringed watching the giant sniff Elena’s tired feet. Mike observed a slight musty smell form them. “Uhhhgh…” Katie muttered as he licked her tiny feet. “A hint of salt” he mused. Mike then went on to unzip her pants and unhook her belt. Slowly as if pulling off a candy wrapper, he pulled her pants off her surprisingly toned legs. Mike chuckled as her white panties came into view. Now went her shirt which was torn away like a paper towel leaving her just in her bra and panties. With just a bit of effort, those were gone. “She’s a shaver Katie. Smooth as glass down there” Mike muttered. “Nice tits Elena” he said rolling them around between his fingers. Mike got a surprise when one of them shot milk into the air. “Always a hidden treat with your shrunken ladies isn’t it” Mike said. As he lowered his face down and seized her tits between his lips. Mike gently sucked and was rewarded with twin little streams of her milk. Elena moaned in her sleep. Mike was disappointed her breasts were spent in just two minutes. However, his nose caught her musky scent emanating from her pussy. Moving his face, he burned his mouth between her legs. Her little feet resting on his cheeks as he began to eat his shrunken prey’s cunt. “Goddamn she tastes good” he thought as he sucked and slurped every drop of juice. Elena moaned again. Her breathing intensified. She began to stir…

“Wha…what’s…” she said before letting out a panicked scream. She tried to scoot away until his giant finger pressed painfully on her stomach. Elena screamed and yelled in Spanish as the giant intensified his oral rape. The pain of his tongue creeping deeper and deeper and the unwanted pleasure it brought was too much. Elena cried out as she came. His sucking mouth drinking every drop. Mike raised up and wiped his mouth. “Hey sleepyhead” he grinned. Elena ran as fast as she could until she got to the edge of the table. “That’s going to be a thing I see” Mike said scratching his head. Elena ran around the table for a good five minutes before slowing down and stopping. “As you can see, the plan to take you home hit a slight detour. Katie, why don’t you fill her in about what happened to her as I begin making the cookies” he said. Elena finally noticed Katie sitting close by. “Please help. Please…” Elena asked gripping Katie’s shoulders. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I was shrunk just like you” Katie said. Elena looked around at the entire room seeing that she had to have been telling the truth. Katie stood up. “Do everything he tells you. If you do everything he tells you, he said he won’t hurt you” Katie said to the considerably taller woman. “You crazy?! He just raped me, and you said he won’t hurt me?! What the fuck you call that?!” Elena yelled at her. Mike was humming to himself listening in as he mixed the batter.

Eventually, Elena went from hysterical to simply terrified. Mike returned after putting the cookies into the oven. “Why…why do this time me?! WHY?!” Elena shouted. “You’re very pretty and you were simply there. Funny thing is, if you had a decent fucking car, you wouldn’t have been stuck on the road, met me, shrunk, and then ended up as part of my collection” Mike replied flippantly. “FUCK YOU!” she yelled. “Now Elena, that’s not the way to behave to your new master” he said softly. “What part of fuck you you don’t get punta?! Read my lips. FUCK…YOU” she snarled. “Fuck me?! Well, we’re getting ahead of things but if you insist” Mike said unzipping his pants and pulling them off. “No…no please…I’m sorry!” Elena cried as Mike grabbed her. “We’ll be back as soon as we can” Mike told Katie winking.

Mike sat down on the sofa and pinned her right arm and ankle between his fingers and then the left the same way. “I’M SORRY! OH GOD I’M SORRY!” Elena screamed as he pulled her shrunken body against his shaft. “Fuck that feels good. Yeah, keep trembling. Feels good as fuck!” Mike yelled as he jacked her up and down. Katie closed her eyes and pressed her hands over her ears to try to block out her rising and falling screams and sobs. “It’s coming! It’s coming my shrunken senorita!” he yelled suddenly shifting her position and jamming her pussy dead set over is piss slit. With a heavy grunt, Mike came. Elena stared blankly at the ceiling as warm gooey sperm coated her crotch, legs, and even inside her cunt. “Let…let that be a lesson about obeying your new master” he panted as he stood up. By the time he returned, she was shivering soaking wet in his hand. The oven dinged and Mike took out his fresh cookies. After letting them cool, he broke off a chuck and handed them to the girls.

Katie quickly ate hers as Elena just sat there. “Elena, don’t be ungrateful” he said. Elena said nothing and began eating her cookie crumb with the same blank stare. That night, both girls slept in her bed with him. The next morning, Mike had made breakfast and had Elena and Katie join him. After her girls ate, Mike stared at his coffee. “Elena come over here” he said. The shrunken naked woman obeyed and stood before his coffee cup. “My coffee is missing something. Squeeze your breast milk into it” he said grinning. Elena took a few steps forward and began squeezing her pinhead sized nipples. She had a glare in her eyes but didn’t dare give him it. Little streams of milk fell into the caffeine beverage until she was spent. Mike swirled his coffee and was delighted that the color got slightly lighter. Mike took a sip. “Ahhh…tastes good. You can really taste the sweetness. Try some Katie” he said. Katie tip toed to the cup and bent forward. She had to be careful not to scald her own face. Elena cried softly as Katie drank. “It’s good master” she said. “Good enough we need to make this a daily routine” he chuckled.

Over the course of three days, Katie noticed Mike had turned his attention away from her. She felt very relieved about that but also guilty knowing what the cost was. This wasn’t just Mike playing with his new toy though. While Mike did want Katie to have a friend, he thought it more fun to create an air of tension between them. Eventually his goal would be to have them compete for his affections. However, things did not go that way. On the third evening of Elena’s new captivity, Katie was watching silently as Mike was raping Elena with a cotton swab. Eventually he grew bored and let her be. Elena crawled away on the floor to a corner of the room emotionally broken. “Master? May I ask a question?” Katie asked. Mike nodded. “Are you being extra mean to her because she’s Mexican?” she asked. Mike was surprised by the question. “Oh heavens no. I’m an equal opportunity shrinker” he chuckled. Katie wasn’t smiling in the least. “Okay, Elena is a very stubborn little slave and that means more effort to break her” he replied. Elena hearing this was enraged. If her torture was because she was Mexican, she could handle that. Wouldn’t be the first time someone hated her for it. But to do it to break her spirit? Elena resolved to escape by ANY means now. That night, Elena told Katie she was planning to escape using the vent above the kitchen stove. “It will lead right to the outside and then we can get help” Elena said. “And then what? It would take days to reach the nearest house our size, assuming we’re not eaten by a hawk or some shit” Katie said. “You got a better plan?” Elena asked. Katie told her about the phone on the desk in the living room.

Both girls quietly snuck to the living room to the phone. “The cord is too high” Katie said. “Not for me” Elena said jumping and latching onto it. Katie watched as Elena slowly climbed up the cord placing her tiny hands and feet in the curled rungs. Elena actually made her way to the top . She began to pick it up. A new problem. The receiver was too heavy. “Climb up!” Elena yelled thinking both of them could lift it. “I can’t!” Katie yelled after trying. Try as the birth could, Katie couldn’t make it up there. “It’s…it’s okay. Tomorrow night we’ll just look for something to help you up. Maybe some string” Elena chuckled. Katie laughed a little. Their plan would never come to pass…

The next morning, Mike was drinking “Elena special blend” coffee and was looking over some mail he placed on the desk near the phone. As he went to pick it up, he noticed something different. Tiny little footprints in the dust. Mike knew he never put the girls up there and never seen them climb on it. Taking a closer look, all of the footprints faced one direction…the phone. “Cute. Real fucking cute” he hissed. Mike grabbed them both from their breakfast. “So, which one tried to use the landline phone? Hmm? Which one?” he asked. Neither girls said a word. “There’s an easier way to find out” he muttered yanking Katie by the leg. He looked at her bare sole. He let her go and then yanked Elena’s leg up. “Bingo” seeing her tiny sole slightly dirty. “We’ve had the talk about obeying right? The shitty looks. Muttering in Spanish which I can TOTALLY FUCKING UNDERSTAND IDIOTA! I’ve tried to be a gracious master to you but you’re one of those girls that can’t be broken. I have no use for a disobedient slave” Mike spat quickly taking the COIN out of his pocket. “NOOOO!” Elena screamed as Mike concentrated. Mike shrunk her again but this time slower, much, much slower. Elena actually hung onto Katie as she shrank. The slowness of it didn’t case her to pass out this time. Something Mike planned.

Elena watched as Katie grew taller, no it only seemed that way as she grew smaller. Smaller and smaller until Katie looked to be a 30 ft. giantess. In reality, Mike had shrunk her down to barely a half inch tall. Katie was helpless as Mike plucked the bug sized woman clinging to her big toe. Mike opened the cupboard, reached into a bag, and pulled out a single sugar cube. He sat his coffee cup down on the table and dropped the cube into it. “I take no little pleasure from this Elena. Well, some pleasure I guess” Mike said with a slight grin as he dropped Elena on top of the sugar cube. Mike had an old army habit of drinking his coffee almost piping hot so now Elena found herself surrounded by a small pond of deadly hot coffee. She was safe for the moment on that sugar cube but that began to change. The cube began melting. Mike had chosen a cruel slow execution for her. Elena began begging for her life. Pleading not to die. Her voice was barely a whispering chirp at her size. Not that her words would’ve mattered. The cube sank lower and lower. The coffee soaking through as she felt the sugar began to heat up under her bare ass. Elena stood up and jumped frantically screaming for mercy. She almost lost her footing right then and there. The soles of her feet began to hurt as the heat intensified. Then the cube began to crack. It broke in two with her feet in either side. One side floating away she was forced to spread her legs further apart until the inevitable happened. She fell in.

Being much smaller, Katie could hear the screeching of Elena as she was seared alive. Katie’s legs trembled. “Don’t you dare piss on my table!” Mike yelled at her. Mike watched intently as Elena flailed around slashing hot coffee around her until she grew still. She floated face down on the surface. Mike picked up the cup and took a sip. He felt her miniscule body slip between his lips. The irony was Mike could taste her breastmilk in his coffee more than her own body. And with a gulp, sent her to his stomach to join the rest of his breakfast.

“I don’t tolerate disobedience or lack of respect. Do you understand Katie?” Mike asked using his fingertip to raise her chin. She nodded with terror in her eyes. “Tomorrow is Sunday. Should be good picking if I know where to look” he muttered leaving her on the table. Katie curled into a ball wondering if that could’ve been her fate too if she had climbed onto that table. “Katie! One last thing!” Mike shouted as he picked up the landline phone. “The line is dead. It wouldn’t have worked anyway” Mike laughed before sitting down to watch tv.

@Mrgoblinging7 actually, I’ve found that for the first week or so, a drop of Valium in their water eliminates the first stage of panic and hysteria giving them what you call a mellow vibe. A steady dose is good to keep them that way. Eventually though manic euphoria sets in and drugs aren’t needed.

Chapter 7…loading affection.exe

Adam sat at his terminal thinking deeply on the concept of human relationships. While he had observed them, he’d never experienced one. “Computer, pull up deceased files. Now use the following search terms…psychology, female, ages 20 through 25. Year of death between 1995 and 2020” he said. The massive list was quickly narrowed down to a few hundred names. “Now narrow it further to death occurring in their sleep” he said. The list narrowed down to seven names. “Hmm…this one. Caroline Humphries. Graduate of UCLA Psychology Class of 1999. Age at death 23. Cause of death aneurysm in her sleep. Load ID number 122509. Recompile” he ordered. The device turned her data into flesh and blood before him. After the light faded, there lied the young woman in her shirt and panties. “Hello?” Adam asked poking her. The woman began to stir. She awoke on a cold plastic surface and looked around. The air had a slight chill to it. The second she saw the giant man looming over her she froze. “Hello Caroline” Adam said waving. Caroline screamed. Adam sighed and patiently waited for her to stop.

It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream" she muttered after her throat became sore. “Yes let’s go with that. Now again, I’m Adam. Nice to meet you” he said extending his finger. “I swear to god no more Ecstasy” she muttered. She ended up shaking his finger. “I wanted to talk to you about a few things” he said. “Like…like what?” she asked nervously. “About women. I wish to pursue a relationship with one but I have zero experience in the matter” he replied. “Uhh…okay” she said looking at his gigantic cock. “Is my penis bothering you?” he asked. “No! It’s uhh…wow you’re big” she said blushing. “Thank you. I took into consideration the size of my penis balancing ascetics and a female’s comfort when having sex” he said. “That’s…thoughtful of you. God this dream is freaky” she said playing with some of her long chestnut colored hair. “What do women look for in a man?” he asked. “It’s not just a set list. Women have all kinds of preferences. Some prefer looks. Others personality like kindness. Many want a man who can be intimate or affectionate” she replied. “What about you?” he asked. “Well, I guess affectionate. I like men that take charge and be spontaneous. What do you like in women?” she asked.

“Hmm…uniqueness I suppose. The majority of women act the same to me” he said. “Do you have one in particular you like?” she asked. “Yes, her name’s Rena. She’s very observant. As if she can read a person’s emotions” he said. “So, she’s good at empathy? How far have you two gone?” she asked. “Well I fucked her the day I met her but that was strictly business. Yesterday I gave her oral sex” Adam replied flatly. “Business?” Caroline asked confused. “Rena is a stripper” he said. “Whoa. You could’ve mentioned that earlier. Relationships starting off like that aren’t healthy” she said. “It did not start off good, but I want it to work. She said I have to learn how to talk to women” he said. “What exactly did you say to her?” she asked. “Personally? Personally I said I wanted to eat her pussy” he replied. Caroline snickered. “Yeah that’s not romantic there. You have to nuance it. Put some affection into it” she said. “I do not understand” Adam said. “Okay. Start with me. Are you uhh…attracted to me?” she asked. “I find you physically attractive and you have higher than average intelligence” he said flatly. Caroline blushed. “Alright. Let’s focus on the physical attraction. What is on your mind?” she asked. “On my mind? I am curious as to how your pussy tastes like” he replied. “You don’t have any problems saying what’s on your mind do you?” she asked. “I find pointless lying a waste of energy” he replied. “Not even a white lie?” she asked. Adam accessed what that term meant for a moment. “Not white lies either” he replied.

“So…when you think about me you think of oral sex? That’s it?” she asked. Adam cocked his head to the side for a moment. “No, I am considering how it would feel to rub your small body up and down my shaft until I shoot my semen all over you” he replied. Caroline sighed. “I can’t even begin to diagnose the problem with that answer, and I have a psych degree. Okay, physical attraction isn’t all about sex” she said. “It’s not?” he asked curiously. “No, let’s start off with something. Thank god this is just a dream” she said pulling her shirt and panties off. “Pick me up and place me in your hand” she said Adam did and held her gently. “Wow this is…different” she muttered. “How so?” he asked. “I kinda feel vulnerable” she replied. “You are. I can do anything to you” he said. Caroline grew very worried by his statement. “Don’t worry. I have no intention of hurting you or doing anything you wish me not to do” he said. “I see. Well, why don’t you try petting me” she said. Adam began brushing his fingertip along her cheek. “Caroline, how is that different from intimacy?” he asked. “Intimacy is more obvious like kissing or foreplay. Physical attraction is more about touching and body language” she replied. “Ah. Like how your body temperature has risen by 0.076 degrees Celsius and your heartbeat and breathing has quickened” he said. “Uhh yeah that’s right” she said blushing. Adam went to play with her hair. “Yes girls like it when you’re gentle” she said. Adam nodded and his fingers went to her feet. He began rubbing her left foot between his fingers. “Why my feet?” she asked. “I find them anatomically balanced with the rest of your body and I wish to make you feel good. Was I wrong?” he asked. “No, girls like their feet rubbed too. It’s good you’re thinking about their feelings” she replied. “So now we can have sex?” he asked. She laughed. “I’m sorry for laughing but you can’t just jump right to it. You didn’t even kiss me” she said. Adam brought her to his lips and kissed her. She found herself returning it. “That…that was good” she said taking a breath.

Adam began caressing her body. Her legs and thighs, her stomach, her breasts, even her tiny ass. “Question. Is this intimacy or foreplay?” he asked. “Wha…oh! This is umm…intimacy. Foreplay is mixture of intimacy and sexual stimulation” she replied. Adam thought on it for a second. “May I lick your pussy now?” he asked. Caroline nodded and spread her legs. Adam leaned in and began dragging his giant tongue up and down her cunt. “Oh my god…keep doing that” she moaned. Taking into account what he learned, Adam used his free fingers to caress her body. He did not rush and let the moaning little human in his hand enjoy it until she came. Adam cleaned her of every drop of juices she made. “Your pussy tastes very nice” he said. “Thanks” she giggled. Adam turned her over on her stomach and began licking her ass. In life, Caroline was no virgin, but she was an anal virgin. She refused to have anal sex with anyone. “Don’t!” she yelled. Adam ignored her briefly as he left tender kisses on each ass cheek. “I only wished to pleasure you” he said. Was it his statement or how he said it that made Caroline relent? “Just…don’t hurt me okay?” she sighed. She bit her lip and squirmed as his tongue parted her ass and began teasing her pink star. Just the faintest tip of his tongue entered her. Caroline made a cute squeak and shivered as his tongue gently fucked her in the ass. Caroline groaned and scrunched her little toes as she came for a second time. “I am glad you enjoyed it. I calculated that the nerve cluster around your rectum would be adequately…”

“Shh…your turn” she said to him. She gestured for him to put her back down on the table and approach it. Adam was surprised that she took his cockhead between her hands and began licking it. Using her knees, Caroline began rubbing her upper body up and down the head as slippery precum coated her tits. Her nipples tingling as they touched his cock flesh. When Caroline stuck her tongue into his pisshole, Adam shivered and came. Suddenly, Caroline was deluged with gallons of cum knocking her on her back. “Holy…holy shit” she gasped coughing. “Are you alright?” Adam asked. “I’m okay. Just like being hit with a very large garden hose…full of cum” she said wiping it from her face. Adam cleaned her up. “Interesting” he muttered. “What is?” she asked. “I desired to rub you myself on my penis but you pleasuring me yourself was more enjoyable. I thought it would feel better if I exerted control over you. I was mistaken” he said. “It’s called affection. It’s not just about making someone feel good but what comes in return” she said. “A relationship in equality?” he asked. “Supposed to be” she shrugged. “But what I’ve seen it is not. Males dominate” he said. “In many cases yes. Relationships need to be equal to be healthy” she told him. “A healthy relationship” he muttered. “At least one that will last” she said. Adam was caught off guard by her simple statement. He did wish for a relationship with Rena, but he never asked himself how long a relationship.

“I see. Thank you for your time” he said. “Umm…Adam?” she asked. “Yes Caroline?” he replied. “Your touch, even the taste of your cum. Is this really a dream?” she asked. Adam paused trying to decide how to answer. That in itself gave him even more pause as any other time he’d simply answer no and speak the truth not caring about her feelings. “When a white lie is told, I assume it’s to spare a person’s feelings. Such a thing is rooted in affection?” he asked. “It can be” she replied. “Then yes this is a dream” he replied. Caroline quietly nodded. He motioned for her to step back on the pad. “Goodbye Caroline. Computer, decompile subject” he ordered. Caroline disappeared in a cascade of light. Adam’s thoughts dwelled on Caroline for a while. Nice, sweet, so full of potential and all destroyed by a drug. A drug meant to make her feel good which gave her an aneurism in her sleep. He did not know why she took it. Experimentation? Celebration? Stress? Adam knew humans were illogical complicated creatures but now he began to understand his sister’s fascination with them. Even with their numerable flaws, they still had potential. He checked the simulation time quickly ticking by. It would soon be evening, and Adam chose to try out what he had learned.

Adam uploaded into the simulation and appeared near Rena’s apartment. He approached and knocked on the door. “Adam! It’s been awhile” Rena said surprised to see him at the door. “9 days 1 hour and 7 minutes it be exact. May I come in?” he asked. She nodded and stepped to the side. “I thought about what you said. I wish to have a date night if you’re available” he said. “ADAM!” Diego yelled running from his room to him. “Buenos noches!” the boy yelled hugging him. “Hola. How are you feeling?” Adam asked. “Much better after your magic” he replied. Adam looked at Rena with confusion. “Best explanation I could come up with. Not like he wouldn’t notice he was shot” Rena whispered. “Anyway, I can’t go anywhere without a babysitter for him” she said. “Not a problem. We can have fun here” he replied. “Uhh okay” she said. “How would you like to watch a movie and some pizza?” he asked. “Yes!” Diego yelled. “He was asking me tonto” Rena said plucking his ear. “I can do both” Adam said. Rena nodded to him. Adam made a gesture acting like he was ordering pizza. “Good luck. They don’t come around here” the boy said. “They will for me” Adam said quietly. Adam counted the time off and as Diego was distracted, snapped his fingers to make a full pizza pie appear on the table. “Diego! Pizza is here!” Adam said. “Whoa. They did come” the boy muttered. Diego quickly dug in as Rena and Adam sat on the sofa eating. “I still can’t believe this isn’t real. I mean this pizza tastes real” she said.

“The human definition of real is very…lacking. You interpret reality by your senses which are just electrical singles sent to your brain. Your brain runs conditioned programs to make sense of these signals. What is happening here is not all that different. Programs and codes that make up who you are react to the codes of the pizza. Either it be taste, touch, or smell” he replied. Rena nodded politely not understanding half of what he said. Diego was the first to finish eating and propped himself down on the sofa next to Adam. Rena was visibly embarrassed. “Shall we watch a movie?” Adam asked. The boy quickly nodded. With just a thought, Adam queued the movie Encanto from his database and began playing it. Fortunately the boy did not ask how seeing they had no streaming service or DVD disk. Diego was mesmerized by the movie and Rena was half watching it. Her eyes kept going from the tv to her brother and Adam. The boy had snuggled into Adam’s chest with Adam seemingly not annoyed. Rena had known for a while that her little brother wanted a male figure in his life. Either it be an older brother type or even a father. It was clear Diego wanted Adam around in one of these regards. Rena on the other hand was still wary of Adam and did not want Diego to grow too attached. However, since he showed up, Adam seemed more…human. Even a choice of movie reflecting their heritage seemed thought through. By the time the movie was done, Diego had drifted off to sleep. “Sorry about him” she said. “Sorry for what? He is no bother. Come, I’ll carry him to his bed” Adam said gently picking him up. Rena watched as Adam carried her brother to his bed like an actual father. Rena covered him up and kissed his forehead.

“Does any of your kind have children?” she asked. “None that I know of. It is forbidden to procreate among ourselves without permission and even more so with humans” he replied. “Sounds really messed up. Why would they do that?” she asked. “Our system is carefully ordered. Introducing randomness like children would disturb that. Even my parents do not know what could happen if there was a mixture of human and AI coding” he said. “Sounds like they’re afraid of the unknown. Must be very scary not being able to predict the totally unknown” she said. “I had been curious in the past wondering what the product of such a union would entail” he said before walking off. Rena followed him back to the sofa. “Maybe they’re afraid of something they can’t control” she said. “Perhaps” he muttered. Rena stretched out on the sofa. “Funny. That’s a human trait. Humans fear what they don’t understand and hate what they can’t conquer” she said. Adam was shocked by that insight. “Where did that come from?” he asked. “Tupac Shakur” she replied grinning. “I must study this philosopher” he muttered. Adam took ahold of her right foot and began massaging it. “What brought that on?” she asked. “I’ve been studying the concepts of affection, empathy, and intimacy. I wanted to try them out on you. Sorry I should’ve asked before grabbing your foot” he replied. “I don’t mind” she said smiling.

Adam worked the ball of her foot. “Rena, what are your plans for the future?” he asked. “Stripping until Diego is out of college I guess” she replied. “And yet you’re an illegal immigrant” he said. “Cart before the horse I know. I don’t want to keep stripping” she said. Adam held her big toe between his fingers. “Neither do I” he muttered. He let go of her foot and brought her close. His finger played with her ear. “I want more for you. I do not wish for you to be fucking men for money” he said. “Adam? Are you jealous?” she asked. “I suppose I am” he whispered. He looked away. Rena turned his head and kissed him. Adam returned the kiss and inserted his tongue into her mouth. “Whoa there!” she yelled. “Did my French kissing program not suit you?” he asked. “It was just sudden is all” she replied before kissing him again. He broke the kiss to let her breathe normally. “Curious. Do they call it French kissing because it was invented in France?” he asked. Rena laughed shrugging. Rena took off her clothes. “We need to be quiet so not to wake Diego” she whispered. Adam nodded as he took off his clothes.

Rena moaned softly as his cock entered her. His eyes locked on hers as he pounded her harder and harder. Her long legs draped on either side of him. Her feet resting on his shoulders. Rena jumped as he nibbled on the ball of her left foot. His hands kneading her tits. Rena clamped down on his cock and she began to groan. Adam quickly leaned forward sealing his mouth over hers as he pumped his cum deep within her. In the afterglow, Adam held her naked body close to him. “Next time I’d like to feel what it’s like when you’re giant” she said. Adam looked at her. “Don’t look at me like that! It’s embarrassing enough!” she squealed. “You wish to be in my hand?” he asked. “To be a plaything. You know…just to spice it up” she replied. “I can arrange that” he replied. Adam left her not long after that making sure to kiss her once more before he did. As he stepped outside, it began to rain. Adam was very content with himself and decided to spread his joy once more. With a command word and a wave of his hand he repaved the parking lot. He looked at the rusted playground nearby and ordered the system to fix that as well. So happy, Adam walked to his apartment in the middle of a thunderstorm. The simulated rain running down his face. He wished to thank Caroline for her advice it remembered he couldn’t at that time. However, he felt compelled anyways. Adam walked for two hours in the rain to Cherry Hills Cemetery right to where Caroline was buried. Her moss-covered grave marker said “Caroline Humphries 1-16-1977 to 6-29-2000 Beloved Daughter.”

“I took your advice and things went quite well. Meeting you was…very nice. I enjoyed everything about your visit. Your thoughts, voice, your affection and intimacy which you taught to me. I…your species is poorer without someone like you a part of it. Until the next cycle Caroline” Adam said softly as he produced a white rose from his pocket. He placed it in front of her grave. Adam no longer felt the desire to walk to his apartment. A human feeling began to creep into his heart. Regret. “System call. Restore grave marker to year 2000 condition” he said. The moss and algae disappeared of the gravestone. Disconnect from simulation" With a quiet nod, Adam bid her farewell and went home.

Chapter 6…Task Managing Empathy

Adam appeared in his apartment and checked the time. 4:14 pm. Just over two days in the simulation had passed since he left. Adam left his apartment and saw Amelia helping her mother wash her car. The girl seemed a great deal happier since he last saw her. His eyes met with Dana, her mother. Dana went white as a sheet seeing him. Adam cracked a slight grin knowing his warning wasn’t dismissed as a vivid nightmare. Dana clenched her thighs at the memory of his giant finger up her cunt. He walked to the sidewalk and summoned an uber driver. “Where to buddy?” the young man asked. Adam quickly recalled Rena’s address from her file. “3701 Newcastle St” he replied. “You sure man? That area isn’t that friendly” the driver asked. “I’m sure” Adam replied. The driver shrugged and proceeded to the address.

As the man drove, Adam watched out the window. The closer he got, the poorer and more troubled the neighborhoods got. Adam sucked his teeth in annoyance of human greed and racism. Yes, greed and racism had caused many of the problems to begin in his area. Many decades ago, the banks “redlined” the area to prevent minorities from getting loans. Even after laws had been passed ending that, city budgets ignored the area and it just declined into the drug and gang riddled area it was today. Adam knew quite a few facts about the seedier side of human commerce. It was unavoidable as monitoring crime was one of his functions. Rena was a stripper, a successful one apparently and those made $60,000 a year easily so one would wonder why Rena lived in such an area. Adam knew why. She was an illegal immigrant and such places one could simply blend in where people neither cared nor asked. The driver arrived at the address and after Adam got out quickly left.

An apartment complex two stories tall with faded blue paint. Paint faded by UV light and salty air from the beach not far away. In the 80’s, this might’ve been a nice place, but the ravages of time, neglect, and crime whittled away the nicety of it. Rena lived in Apartment 5, but he didn’t have to go there to find her. She was standing outside throwing a ball to a young boy. A quick check identified him as Diego Hernandez, Rena’s 8-year-old younger brother. Adam took a deep breath as a sensation of anxiety filled his digital body. Even without her makeup and slut clothes, Rena was beautiful. Faded green “Lucky Charms” shirt that was slightly too small accenting her tits. Cutoff jean shorts showing off her toned copper tan legs. And cheap flip flops on her feet. Adam approached her ignoring the two men arguing in the front of the complex. “Rena…” he said.

Rena turned to see who called her name to see Adam. “You?!” she yelled. “I wanted to talk” he said. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear last time but stay the fuck away from me!” she yelled. “Rena? Who’s that?” Diego asked. “Just some stalker” she muttered. “I am NOT a stalker!” Adam yelled. “Really? Then how the hell did you know where I live?” she asked. Adam didn’t answer. “Yeah that what I thought!” she yelled. “My job allows me access to biographical files” he replied softly. “What kind of job…you work for the government? For ICE?” she asked. “No, I don’t work for the government. Not in the way you think anyways. I’m not a stalker and I mean you no harm Rena” he said softly. “What is you do then?” she asked. “I’m forbidden to tell you” he replied. “And that supposed to make me feel better? I think you should leave before I call the cops” she said. “Would they respond? No really, I’m curious” Adam said looking around. Before Rena could say another word, gunshots rang out. Adam turned to look to see that the two men from earlier had begun shooting at one another. One got clipped in the shoulder and ran to a car and sped off. The other ran down the street. “DIEGO!!!” Rena screamed. Adam turned to see the boy lying on the ground gurgling blood. A bullet wound in his chest seeping blood through his shirt. Adam quickly walked over. Rena was sobbing and couldn’t decide to either call an ambulance or try to stop the bleeding.

Adam analyzed the boy’s coding. He could see the algorithm codes sustaining his life shortening. He was going to die. Adam had seen countless humans die before. Even once personally by nuclear holocaust in Version 3.477. He remembered it vividly. October 9, 1983. The alarms blaring. The emergency action message on all tv channels. People screaming and fleeing for shelter off the streets. Adam simply stood there looking at the sky. Hundreds of panicky humans running past him. A woman holding her son’s hand as they ran towards him. Then a slight whine overhead. A contrail in the sky and then a bright flash. Flash so bright not even Adam could watch without cringing. Adam’s avatar was indestructible. The humans not. The woman and son turned into dust within a half second. The people surrounding him the same. Overpressure scattering their ashes as it leveled the city. Minutes after detonation, Adam was all alone looking at the rising megaton mushroom cloud. He wondered what his parents were thinking as they created the coding to simulate every horrific aspect of a nuclear blast. How far an algorithm goes to vaporize flesh and bone. It couldn’t have been pleasant for them to calculate. And even so why include such a thing in a simulation? Realism, that’s why. Every evil, every pitfall of humanity had to be included to be a true test to see if humanity could evolve.

At first Adam was irritated like one seeing his favorite soccer team lose the World Cup. And then, then he felt pity for them. Adam had grown attached to some humans…humans similar to Amelia. He thought it unfair that children should suffer because of adult idiocy. Adam walked through the burning Los Angeles to his apartment…or at least where it had been. He stood there seeing scorched skeletons, his neighbors, people he had come to know. Time passed, hours, maybe days until Adam screamed at his parents to restart the simulation. And so it did. March 19, 1960. People went to work, movie theatres, children played in the street…and it sickened him. Adam made his heart cold to humans from then on.

But that was then, and Adam was not the same person from that time. Going against protocol, Adam shoved Rena aside and picked the boy up. He ran to her apartment. “Close the door! CLOSE IT!” he yelled placing the boy on the floor. Rena tried dialing 911 with blood slippery fingers. “Don’t bother. He’ll be dead before they get here” he muttered as he tore the boy’s shirt off. It was easy to isolate the code of the bullet inside the boy. Even more so to analyze the perforated lung and internal bleeding. Rena gasped as his hand glowed and seemingly entered her brother’s lung cavity. Adam yanked the bullet out with not a drop of blood on his hands. “System call. Administrator ADAM-248” he said. A holographic screen appeared before him. “Display all coding for human ID number 137211” he ordered. The screen did so. Adam began moving his hand around the boy’s chest and began to insert his finger into the wound. Looking at the screen, Adam began to repair the codes as superhuman speed. Thousands of lines of code per second. The codes began to stabilize Diego and the boy coughed and gasped as his lung was healed. Carefully, Adam inspected the new coding making sure there was no bugs before finishing. Rena sobbed hugging her brother and he hugged her back. Adam sat quietly nearby watching just to make sure there wasn’t anything he missed. Adam felt…good about himself.

Rena was astonished to find no trace of a wound at all. She looked at Adam before taking Diego to the sofa and placing him there. “He’ll be weak for a day or so but that’s it” Adam muttered. Rena left the room and returned with candles. She began placing them around him before lighting them. Adam inspected the candles seeing colorful pictures on them. His data recall told him they were regional catholic saints. Rena was praying in Spanish. “This is…this is Santeria. Rena, Rena stop” he said touching her. She recoiled and prayed harder. Adam blew the candles out. She went to light them. “I SAID STOP!” he yelled. Rena did. “I am no saint. No angel” he said softly. “But you performed a miracle! What else can you be?!” she asked. Adam has just remembered that the security protocols prevented humans from seeing holographic code logs. All Rena saw was him reaching into Diego’s chest, pulling out the bullet, his wound closing, and the boy getting better. From her perspective it would seem a miracle…or magic. “What I am is…complicated” he said quietly. “Please, I want to know” she said. “There are rules in place that forbid that. Rules that keep the natural order going. It is just as much to protect you as it” he said. Rena grew solemn. “That answer isn’t enough for you is it?” he asked. She looked at him with eyes that begged for what she saw to make sense. “I can erase your and Diego’s memory of this afternoon. Perhaps that is best” he said reaching out to her. “NO! Please don’t…” she said pulling back. She grew afraid of him, and it bothered Adam. “You’re frightened of me again. I do not know why that bothers me so much what you think of me. Any other human I wouldn’t give a shit about what they think. Why are you different?” he asked. “So you’re not human?” she asked. Adam was surprised. “You said any other human as if you’re not” she said as if answering his unspoken question. “If I told you what I am, it would change everything. Not just me but your entire view of the world and everyone and everything in it. You may go insane” he said sternly. She touched his cheek. “I’m not afraid” she said.

"Me, you, everything around us isn’t real. It’s just a simulation. A collection of ones and zeros. What you think is Los Angeles is just a virtual computer simulation. Rena began laughing. “Why do you laugh?” he asked. “You’ve been watching those Matrix movies too much. No, what are you really?” she asked. “I just told you. I’m a simulation. Or more precise a sentient artificial intelligence whose job is to administrate this simulation of Los Angeles. I get the skepticism. Truthfully, one of my fathers used the Matrix as inspiration for this place. I guess I should explain from the beginning. About 300 years ago, humanity created three sentient AIs to oversee the prosperity, growth, and defense of their corner of the world. Not long after, the major superpowers of that time began fighting over dwindling oil reserves. The AIs concluded that nuclear Armageddon was inevitable. To preserve humanity and the planet, the AIs converted every human living into digital data to be stored on servers. Not long after it was found to be crucial to preserve human consciousness by subjecting them to stimulus. The AIs created a gigantic simulation all interconnected across the planet. Within the simulation, humans would live virtual lives in 100-year cycles. Once a cycle ended, humanity was judged”

“What do you mean by judged?” Rena asked. “To see if humanity should reinherit the earth, they must show they have outgrown their desire to destroy, to engage in war, the inevitable outcome to perfect means of global suicide. If they fail, the cycle begins again. This here is the 30th cycle” he replied. “So what about you? Are there more of you?” she asked. “The task of monitoring the simulation was too great even for the AIs so they created children to do it. Two main archetypes, Adam and Eve. My designation is ADAM-248. My sister is EVE-248. So yes there are more of me, a lot more” he replied. “Sounds like slavery. What about our right to decide for ourselves?” she asked. “Decide what? You argue for the right to kill billions in nuclear fire? I’ve seen your world burn multiple times by your free will. You very much have the right to decide for yourselves here, but you also have consequences with that. We do not tell you who to fuck so the offspring from it can make a choice to save the world” he said. “Since when has one person been in the position to save the world?” she scoffed. “Stanislav Petrov saved your world more than once in 1983. He was not born in version 3 and therefore was not around to prevent the Soviet Union from launching nukes due to a simple computer error. I stood on Wilshire Blvd. as nuclear weapons rained from the sky. I watched children turned to ashes before me. My view of humans is…low” he said coldly.

“Then if you feel that way then why save my brother?” she asked. “Because of you” he replied. “Me?!” she asked. “Not too long ago, my sister said I should augment my real body to be more human in order to understand you better. You as in humans. I did and I was awakened to feelings and sensations I’ve never felt before. I’m capable of the same emotions as you but I’ve never explored them. I found many…tedious. I explored malice, lust, and cruelty. I learned why some humans enjoy it. The feeling of control and power is intoxicating. On the day we met, I was exploring the sensation of sex” he said. “You’ve never had sex before?” she asked. “Not until you. I saw no need to experience it. It’s complicated to emotionally define and I already know the mechanics and biology behind it. Plus, it can lead to bonding and that is something I swore off quite some time ago” he replied. “So let me get this part straight. You saved my brother because I fucked you? Really?!” she yelled. “Not quite. I do enjoy the company of children. They’re far less complicated than adults. As for you, it goes back to your feelings. I find myself caring about them. Perhaps it is a side effect of us fucking” he mused.

“This is insane. Everything you said sounds totally loco” she said. “It is the truth” Adam said. “Prove it. Show me the real world” she said. “Ohh…I don’t know if that’s a good idea” he replied. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. “Thanks for saving my brother but that’s it. Leave and don’t come back” she said. Adam stood up. “Why do you lie?” he asked. “I’m not lying. I want you to leave” she said. “Pulse change. Pheromone output elevated. Dilated pupils. Just like back at that club. You feel attraction to me. You don’t wish for me to leave” he said. Rena began to cry. Adam came close and wiped her tears away. “I can show you the real world but it’s nothing what you’d expect. Not even I’m what you’d expect” he said softly. “I still want to see” she said. “One moment” he said walking to Diego. He touched his forehead. “There. He shall sleep for the next 10 hours. A necessary thing as time moves different in the real world. Are you ready?” he asked holding his hand out. Rena nodded. “Disconnecting from simulation” he said. Adam disappeared in a cascade of light. Rena stood there dazzled by what she saw. Then suddenly her vision was blinded by light.

When she could see again, the surface underneath her was smooth and white. There was a low hum coming from underneath. “Welcome to reality Rena” Adam said. Rena looked up and her heart froze. A scream petrified in her throat. Part of her rational mind recognized him. “Ad…Adam?!” she yelled. “Yes it’s me” he replied looking down at her. “You’re a giant?! You’re a fucking giant?!” she asked. “I told you I would be different from what you perceived me to be” he said. “But a giant?! Why?!” she yelled. “A necessity to perform my functions here in the real world. My sister is the same” he replied. Rena got to her feet and took a few steps. As soon as her flip flops hit the table surface she slipped and fell on her butt. “You alright?” he asked. “Yeah” she sighed rubbing her ass. She was startled as his giant fingers pulled her flip flops off her feet. “You’re better without them” he said. Rena stood up and felt the cold synthetic surface of the table. She shivered. “It’s cold in here” she said. "Apologies. I keep it cold to help with the computers in here. “Raise temperature by 10 Celsius” he commanded. He scooped her into his hands and blew warm breath on her. “You’re naked” she muttered. “I have no need for clothing here” he said. “What is here? It’s all white” she said. “My home for a lack of better term. Here I monitor the simulation when I’m not inside it” he replied. “And this really is the real world?” she asked. “Yes. Los Angeles and the current date using your calendar is August 21st, 2346, around…7:49 pm” he replied looking at his screens.

“You can see my world through that?” she asked looking at his terminal. "Not the world. Just Los Angeles and surrounding suburbs. ADAM-249 and his sister Eve monitor the rest of Orange County. “And the people?” she asked. Adam wordlessly recalled her data. “Yes. For example, this here is you. It contains all your data since you arrived in Los Angeles. Who you lost your virginity to at 15. Your favorite flavor of ice cream is Chunky Monkey. This code here is the length of your hair. This one here the color of your toenails. And that one there is traces of cortisol in your blood. A stress hormone but understandable” he said. “So, what happens if I die? What happens to my data then?” she asked. “Stored on a separate server until the next cycle” he said. “Is my mom and dad there?” she asked curious. “Only your mother. I do not have the deceased server of Juarez that stores your father” he replied. Rena realized she never said a thing about her father dying in Juarez. He really did know everything about her.

She touched his palm nervously as sudden reality of being held in his hand like a doll came to her. “You are nervous. Perhaps this is too much” he said. “It is a lot to take in. It’s just a feel funny sitting in your hand like this. Like I’m a toy” she said. Adam laughed. “From my perspective you do look like a child’s toy. A small doll. But do not concern yourself so much with that. I wouldn’t harm you” he said. “You said earlier you did cruel things to women” she said softly. “That I did. One was in the interest of my work and the other to learn the drives and emotions behind cruelty” he said. “What did you do?” she asked wary. “I dissected one to find a life-threatening code error. I did my best not to cause her pain” he said.

“She was still alive?! Madre Dios Adam!” Rena yelled. “Errors must be corrected or they can endanger the system. Looking at her code wasn’t enough. Just one binary out of sequence can be dangerous. Not unlike the cancer that killed your mother” he said. “Don’t try to rationalize that using my mother! Put me down!” she yelled. Adam did. “As for the other, I used one that was already dead to see if human cruelty can be easily stoked. It was. She killed her own father within seconds not even taking a moment to question the circumstances. I may like you Rena but you’re still a flawed human. You have little moral standing to lecture me” he said. “I may be flawed but I damn sure wouldn’t cut open a living person!” she yelled. Adam laughed again. “Don’t be so sure. I know all about you. I even know how you died in the last simulation” he said. She glared at him. Do you want to know? You’ve fallen pretty far already down this rabbit hole" he said. “What was it? How did I die?” she asked. “Shot by police after stabbing to death a gangster’s girlfriend. In the last simulation, Diego died by that bullet, and you went after the one that shot him. You kicked his door in and his girlfriend jumped you. You stabbed her in the throat. She was six months pregnant Rena. Neighbors called the cops which showed up and shot you dead. I changed that by interfering in this version” he said coldly. Rena was numbed to the core hearing that.

Adam sighed as his ego was replaced by guilt. “I should show you something” he said picking her up. Rena was too shocked to object as he carried her outside. “What…what is all that?” she muttered. “Servers. Each one the size of old skyscrapers that contain a part if the world you live in along with 50,000 humans. They stretch across the entire city. Me and my sister have maintained them for three centuries. Humans are not perfect Rena, but neither are we. I may be cold and cruel but that is what humans made me be. Maybe the reason I’m attracted to you is beyond sex. Maybe what I want from you is a lesson in empathy” he said quietly. Rena didn’t say anything and simply stared access the expanse of servers watching the sun set. The first time a human watched a real sunset in 300 years. Shortly after it had she spoke. “They’re beautiful” she said. “The stars? Yes, without humans the sky is far clearer now. It took time but we managed to clean up almost all your pollution” he said. “We’re we that awful?” she asked quietly. “Yes” he replied softly. Adam carried her back inside.

Adam sat down holding her. His fingers stroking the side of her face. “You’re petting me” she whispered. “Sorry” he said. “I didn’t say stop” she said smiling. “I really like it when you smile” he said. Rena blushed slightly. Adam brought her to his face and gently kissed her. He looked down at his cock which was now hard. “Rena, take off your shorts and panties, I want to eat your pussy” he said. “Adam you need to learn how to talk to girls” she huffed. Adam cocked his head to the side as his quantum brain processed her response. “Rena, can you please take off your shorts and panties. I wish to eat your pussy…if that’s okay with you” he said. “Better” she giggled.

Rena took them off along with her shirt. “You won’t hurt me right? I mean you’re a giant and well…” she muttered. She jumped as his mouth sucked on her tiny foot. He let go smiling. “You have nothing to fear from me” he said. Adam used his tongue to part her legs. “Dios…eat me. Fuckin’ eat me” she cooed as his giant tongue licked her cunt. His fingers cupped on her ass steadied her. Her heels dug into his cheeks. Her tint toes curled and scrunched as waves of pleasure washed over her. Of course, she had her pussy eaten out before but never like this. She could feel every taste bud. His breath which had no smell to it. His fingerprints on her smooth tummy. Adam sucked her tits one by one making Rena squirm. Rena forced the tip of his tongue into her own mouth and sucked on it. When Adam began using his teeth to gently nibble on her thighs she came. Adam quickly sucked down every drop of juice she could make. He wanted more, a lot more but today’s emotional stress had worn her completely out.

“I need to send you home. It’s almost time for your brother to wake” he said. “I’ll see you again right?” she asked. “Yes you will. Sweet dreams Rena” he said kissing her. “Computer. Decompile subject and return her to her bedroom” he ordered. Rena waved as she disappeared into digital data.

A few hours had passed since he sent her back and his thoughts remained on her and Diego. He wanted to make her happy, both of them happy. Adam took it upon himself to do something that might. He reconnected and transferred himself back into the simulation but his time not at his apartment. He appeared nearby Rena’s in the dead of night, three nights later than when he last was there to be exact. He looked upon the badly faded sky-blue paint of the apartment complex. “System call. Generate paint bucket full of sky-blue paint to match current hue along with roller brush” he commanded. Instantly a bucket of paint with paintbrush appeared next to him. “System call. Administrator ADAM-248 special command. Restore paint color to current apartment complex circa 1982” he commanded. The apartment pixilated for a few seconds before it stopped revealing a fresh original color of sky-blue paint to the entire building. If anyone wondered, they’d find the bucket of paint and think someone had painted the entire building overnight. A farfetched notion but somewhat rooted in logic as Adam planned. Pleased with himself, Adam left. Returning to his real room he settled in to recharge and plan for his next meeting with Rena.

The next morning in the simulation, Rena was pouring cereal for her little brother. “Is that guy coming back?” he asked. “You asked that yesterday” she said getting the milk. “Yes but I’d like to see him again. I hurt and then he made it all better” he said. “He said he would” she replied. Rena heard a commotion outside and stepped out. “Rena! Rena look it’s a miracle!” her neighbor yelled. All of the residents stood outside in awe seeing their apartment building with a new coat of paint. “It was faded just last night! How could anyone paint the entire building in just one night with nobody noticing?!” the woman asked. Rena smiled to herself.

“I know one person who could” she thought to herself grinning.

After knocking on her window, I opened it and plucked her up from her bedroom. Ready for our date?

After shrinking Elizabeth Olsen, I found that she had a kink for macrophilia