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Chapter 6…Revelations pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 14…Collecting Ladybugs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back at home…

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next morning…

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

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

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

Meanwhile…

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

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

Chapter 18…Paved with Good Intentions

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rest in Power

November 26, 1939 – May 24, 2023

As the young lab intern watched she was fascinated by their lack of concern of the giant “beans” staring at them. Even holding them in her hand did not deter them from engaging in various forms of mating. “As you can see, when borrowers are in heat, they focus solely on the pleasure and driving instinct of reproduction. Their inhibitions are almost zero at that point making it the time they are most docile” the senior lab technician said to her. As she stared at them she couldn’t help but want to be a part of their mating. She could feel her body grow warm and her pussy wet at the thought of them giving her pleasure.

@ghostwriter44 said in The Coin:

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

I will write additional chapters

Chapter 7…New Toy

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

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

WHACK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another sneak peek for this week’s chapter of the Coin!

Chapter 8…Green Eyed Monster

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

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

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

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

Four days later…

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 12…Recollections

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

June 10, 1974
Korat AFB Thailand

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

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

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

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

June 11, 1974
Korat AFB Thailand

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

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

“That’s what fell out” Mike said.

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

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

June 12, 1974
Northern Cambodia border

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

June 13, 1974
Northern Cambodia

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

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

June 17, 1974
Lucky Dragon Bar Thailand

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

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

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

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

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

“…the Asura” Mike whispered.