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Chapter 6…Revelations pt. 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Power, domination, the ultimate form of control. To have your helpless prey in your mouth, feeling their rapid heartbeat as they cling to your tongue. Knowing that all their birthdays, holidays, hopes, dreams amounted to nothing as they become food.

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.

@ivythefairie it’s ageplay. It’s fine.

Chapter 5…A Man of His Word

He had been at it for a week. Amber Collins and Carmella Medici, the two girls that were with Katie the night he shrunk and kidnapped her. The two girls that Katie wished death upon in a fit of rage. Mike resolved to take those girls as well as a reward for his shrunken slave’s willingness to submit. But as usual, such things take planning. In the beginning, Katie was all for it giving Mike detailed information about their lives. As he already knew, they all attended New York State University. Amber was a ditz that sailed through her classes on her looks. Waving her blonde hair and batting her blue eyes got her passing marks from professors. Carmella was what one would call Eurotrash. Last year’s Mercedes is a peasant car as she’d put it. Would wear nothing that didn’t have a German or Italian named designer behind it. Katie told him Carmella would constantly brag about being descended from the infamous Medici family. The same family that had their thumb on the scales of Italian society for centuries. Carmella was an exchange student studying business with the idea of inheriting her father’s bank one day. Needless to say, their disappearances would surely be noticed hence the extra planning and caution.

Mike decided he would have to catch them completely isolated. Far away from people and cameras. Watching their movements through Facebook, as they were foolish enough to document EVERYTHING about where and what they did on vacation, Mike began to narrow down his choices. Driving all the way to Myrtle Beach was a chore so he skipped that. Luckily they posted they would be staying at a private cabin near Brewster New York. Mike asked Katie about the place. She answered she’s never been there but did hear Amber talk about it. Apparently her father owned it. Mike was not about to overlook this fortune. Once he decided on where to do the deed, he just need to decide how to cover his tracks. A crack of thunder outside as an early summer storm blew through the area gave him a sinister idea. He checked the forecast for Brewster and grinned seeing his window of opportunity. Tomorrow around 10:30pm. He began flipping the Coin in anticipation. “Umm…master. I’ve been wanting to ask about that coin” she said.

“What about it?” he asked. “It’s magic right?” she asked. “Yes, old magic” he replied. “Who made it? Where did it come from?” she asked. “Funny thing is I know and again I don’t know. When I first held it, it…linked to me. Suddenly my mind was filled with images, impressions. It’s Thai, very old Thai. I can see that. Old magic, ritual magic. And a word that slips around in my mind. Asu…asu…asu something” he replied. “Sounds like dark magic. Nothing good comes from that. There’s always a price” she muttered. “And you’re the expert?” he chuckled. “I’ve watched enough Buffy the Vampire Slayer to know that. Probably your soul or something” she replied. Mike laughed. “It’s power Katie. Power to change lives. To end them if you want. Fantasies, desires, vengeance, Justice all at the literal flip of a coin” he said grinning. Katie chose to leave the subject alone seeing that wicked grin. Since giving herself to him, Mike hadn’t treated her roughly. Sure, she expected to treat him sexually as he desired but he didn’t strip her naked, pinch, or squeeze her. As long as he got what he wanted, Katie was treated almost one may dare say…a girlfriend.

That night, they laid in bed listening to gentle rain on the window. “You’re really going after them?” she suddenly asked. “I said I would. You’re not getting cold feet are ya?” he asked. “As much as I hate them, I don’t want them to die” she said. Mike turned onto his side to look at her. “Live or die is up to you not me. Need I remind you they gave not a single shit about your disappearance? They even replaced you. Here’s a question. Say if it was some random nutcase that kidnapped you, murdered you, tossed your body in a trash dumpster. Do you think those girls would be bothered to attend your funeral?” he asked. “I’m sure…”

“Be honest” he said. “No” she whispered. “The same girls that smiled in your face calling you their BFF can’t be trusted to do something wholesome as that?” he asked. Katie turned away sniffling. Mike caressed her cheek with his finger. “I didn’t mean to upset you but there are people that would take your kindness as weakness. Those girls don’t deserve your pity” he said softly. Katie simply nodded.

The next day…

The day began as usual with breakfast, some quick college assignments and then playtime with Katie. To keep her fit and healthy, Mike had her play hide and seek in the living room. Katie had gotten quite skilled after a couple rounds. Right then, she hid underneath the sofa. Scaling a leg, she positioned herself between the sofa fabric and where the sofa leg began. By simply looking, you wouldn’t see her. Her fingers and toes finding purchase keeping her hidden from sight. She could hear his giant form searching for her. Her tiny heart pumping as her eyes caught sight of his giant left foot on the carpet. “Katie…I’m gonna find you” he said quietly. Katie stifled a giggle. Strange how she found the whole thing so much fun. After 20 minutes it was clear she would win the game. Carefully, very carefully she decided to toss Mike a clue. Slipping her panties off, she tossed them from underneath the sofa. Light as a feather that size, they drifted a foot or so before landing on the floor. Mike was still searching not wanting to concede. “Oh. What do we have here?” he said finding her panties. Mike brought them to his nose and sniffed them. “I got your scent sweetheart. I know you’re close because they’re still warm” he said. “Gotcha!” he said looking underneath the sofa. “Huh?” he asked not seeing her. “No! Got you!” she yelled dropping right onto his head. Mike pulled his head out from underneath the sofa, held her, and turned his head. “That’s not how the game works” he said. “I know that silly” she said grinning. Mike placed her on his lips. With his warm breath, Katie jumped slightly as it tickled her. Then he parted his lips as her pussy slipped past them. The tip of his tongue began to dance up and down her cunt. Katie moaned softly and began to grind herself against his giant lips.

“Oh yeah…do it master. Eat your slave’s little pussy” she groaned. Mike tasted her juices trickling into her mouth drop by drop. She gripped his nose, her feet dug into his cheeks, the tip of his tongue entered her, and she squealed. “OH FUCK, EAT ME! FUCKIN’ EAT ME!” she screamed as she came. Her free-flowing nectar ran down his throat. She collapsed on his face panting. After cleaning his face, Mike placed her in his lap. “Eat me? You know, at your size you should be careful when you say that” he said. “…would you eat me?” she asked. “What? No! No, I love you!” Mike replied genuinely offended. Katie saw her question caused some distress in him. “He…he really means it when he says he loves me” she thought. The idea made her a happy little shrinky. She would guide his finger to parts of her body as they relaxed and watched tv. Her belly, her thighs, her legs, her feet. The more she thought of him loving her, the more her heart fluttered. His touch felt more…real now.

As night fell and the distant sound of thunder filled the skies, it was time for Mike to hunt. “I’ll be back” he said with his bad imitation of the legendary Arnold. Mike got in his car and drove off. His destination was just over an hour away. Halfway there it began to rain. As he neared his destination, the steady downpour was turning into a full-blown storm, lightning and all. “There it is” he muttered looking at the cabin that sat 300 ft. off the road next to a small lake. He knew he had the right place recognizing the white Mercedes AMG GLE 53 parked in front from their Facebook pictures. He pulled up turning his headlights off to the far side of the property. Then he shut the car off, got out, and walked to the front door. There he knocked. “Hello?” a homely looking girl asked answering. “Katie’s replacement” he thought. “I don’t mean to bother you but I had a flat tire, and my phone ran out of battery so I can’t call AAA. Can I use your landline or maybe your cell?” he asked. You’d think some random stranger knocking on your door during a stormy night would scream danger. Hell, slasher films start this way. However…

“Just a moment. Let me grab my phone” the girl replied walking further into the house. You can stand in the entryway here" she said. Like a vampire getting that invitation, Mike quickly made his way in. All he needed was the door opened to strike. Holding the Coin, he willed the girl to shrink. Hit with the shrinking force from behind, the girl went rigid and with a hiss of air shrunk before him. “Lena? Who was it?” a voice asked coming from the kitchen. “Just your friendly neighborhood shrinker” Mike replied making eye contact, seeing it was Amber, and shrinking her on the spot. “Scratch the friendly part” he chuckled. Now it was just one. “I heard something. What’s…” Carmella asked walking from an adjacent hallway wearing a bathrobe. She screamed for a brief moment before being shrunk and rendered unconscious. “Phase one complete” he muttered before gathering the three four-inch girls. Mike didn’t leave immediately. No, phase two needed to begin but he needed something first. He quickly looked around the living room and found a Versace purse. Inside was a Mercedes key fob. “And this is why you do your homework kids” he muttered knowing both belonged to Carmella. Now with shrunken girls and he key fob, he left making sure no trace of him as left behind.

Placing the girls in his passenger seat, he went to Mercedes. He unlocked it, started it, and made sure the GPS pinged the car. Once that was done, Mike shrunk the car down to a more portable 1-foot size. “Jesus. What do the Germans make these things out of?” he asked picking it up. Even though only a foot long, it weighed a hefty 3 lbs. Placing the still running car on his passenger floor. Mike got into the car and drove away ready for phase three. He had already picked the place. He made sure the stormy weather would align with his plan. 5 miles down the road was an old bridge that crossed a deep river. A river now swollen and raging with rainwater. He stopped the car near the edge of where the ground and bridge met, quickly got out, grabbed the shrunken Mercedes, and with all his might flung the car into the river. Just as it landed into the water, Mike willed the shrunken car to grow back to its normal size. With a pop of air, it did and promptly sank under the water. Satisfied, he got back into the car and drove home.

“Honey! I’m home!” Mike yelled as he entered the house. “You actually did it” Katie said breathe less seeing the girls in his grip. Mike placed them side by side on the table. Then he picked up Katie and placed her nearby to see his work. Carmella still wearing her bathrobe, Amber with a long shirt and socks, and Lena with a shirt and sweatpants. All four no taller than Katie. Mike wetted his hand under the sink. “You might want to cover your ears Katie” he said before flicking water on his victims. Each one awoke looking at another, then their surroundings, Katie which stunned Amber and Carmella, and then Mike. Seeing the giant, they collectively screamed. “Yeah yeah get it out of your system” he sighed. They ran from him and as usual found they were on a table with no escape except death. Then they ran right towards Katie. Katie quickly backed away. “Aww, they remember you Katie” Mike chuckled. “How they acted I swore they forgot about me” Katie said coldly. “Katie, where are we? How did we end up so small? Who is this guy?!” Amber asked. “My master shrunk you” she replied. They looked at Mike. “I’m the reason she disappeared. As she said my name’s Mike. I’ve heard so many wonderful shitty things about you. Pleasure to finally shrink you” Mike laughed extending his finger. “Shitty things?” Carmella asked. “Oh yes. Food runs, holding your weed, cheating off her work. You just used her as a slave. At least I graciously reward my slaves. You just gave her hand me down clothes and a fake smile and thank you” Mike said. “That’s not true! Katie that’s not true. We were beside ourselves when you vanished. Put up flyers, talked to the police, your parents…”

“LIAR! You told the cops the last place you saw me was the dorms and it was my parents that field the report not you! You replaced me in just weeks” she said looking at Lena. “Now Katie, we should be happy about this reunion, and I know just how to get this party started. You three take off your clothes” Mike said. Amber and Carmella each shook their heads. “What we have here is a failure to communicate” he said snatching up Lena. “Sorry Lena but you’re just not that important” Mike said before pulling her shirt off. Next came her sweatpants. “Please…” she begged as he tore her bra and panties off not caring how much it hurt. Mike licked his lips. “No! No please! DON’T EAT ME!” she screeched as Mike put her in his mouth face first. Like a string of spaghetti, he slurped her into his maw. Her miniscule, even before she was shrunk, tits sliding across his tongue. Her bare ass touching his front teeth. Her kicking legs hanging out his mouth until her tiny little bare soles were only visible. Then, she was entirely in. Leaning down, Mike made sure they could hear her screaming. Screams powerful enough the giant could feel them in his teeth. He gathered saliva and worked her into the right angle. Then with a powerful gulp, sent her down to his stomach. Amber and Carmella watched in horror as a small screaming lump that was their…sort of friend disappear past his collarbone. “Now. Do I have to repeat myself?” he asked. Amber and Carmella quickly, very quickly stripped naked. Katie watched stunned as the man she had feelings for ate a girl so coldly. A girl Katie had condemned to a horrible fate by helping him.

Mike gathered their clothes very neatly. “I’m starting a trophy collection of my own. Family tradition. You know all about family tradition right Carmella?” he asked. The shrunken Italian girl glared at him. "Oh, don’t give me that look. Your family line has left enough bodies in its wake to fill a football stadium 20 times over. “Please don’t kill us” Amber squeaked. “Oh Amber, that’s not up to me. That’s all on Katie. You’re her slaves not mine” he replied. Mike held out his Coin. Again, the two girls were shrunk to barely a millimeter in size. “Thought you might have more fun this way sweetie” he told Katie. “What should I do with them?” Katie asked. “Try something humiliating” Mike shrugged sitting down. Katie sat down staring at the bug sized girls. They ran right to her begging for mercy. “Lick my feet” Katie said. “Wha?” Amber asked. “I said lick my feet. You want forgiveness that’s the least you can do” she replied. “Fuck you! You won’t get away with this either of you! My daddy has enough money to hire a hundred people to find us!” Carmella squeaked. “What did she say?” Mike asked not being able to hear them. “She said her rich daddy is coming for us” Katie said. “Hahaha! Think again. See, while you three were napping in my car, I made sure to cover my tracks. Started your car for a GPS tracking, kept it on while I drove to spoof the speed and movement, and then tossed it and unshrunk it into a raging river with the driver door opened. I know they’ll find it but of course not you three in it. They’ll simply assume your spoiled ass wrecked the car into the river and the waters carried your bodies away. Not only will you never be found, you and your family will be blamed for the deaths. Ahhh…it feels good to take pride in your own work” Mike sighed. “Fuck you! Fuck you Katie and fuck your crazy ass freak boyfriend!” Carmella screamed. Katie used her leg to sweep Carmella closer. Off her feet, Katie took her right foot and dropped it right on top of Carmella. Even though shrunk, Katie’s foot was still almost as big as a city bus compared to Carmella. Her dirty musky sole pressing into Carmella’s muffled screaming form. Mike couldn’t possibly hear it, but Katie could hear Carmella’s bones breaking one by one. Right femur, hip, left arm, and then a sinister symphony of ribs. Carmella screeched and trembled making Katie giggle at the tickling under her foot. Then the bug sized heiress simply popped like the world’s smallest ketchup packet underneath her foot. Amber stood there in terror as her friend’s blood oozed out from underneath Katie’s foot. “Amber…” Katie said looking at her. “Oh god…” Amber whimpered.

“It’s okay. I won’t make you lick my feet. That would be so cruel now that Carmella made them so dirty. Shame on her right? Right?” Katie asked. Amber nodded. “So instead, we’re going to get closer. Now be a good girl and lick my pussy okay?” Katie said placing her before it. Not wanting to die, Amber made no fuss about licking her giant cunt. Katie sighed and cooed as the shrunken girl serviced her. “My sweetie having fun?” Mike asked petting Katie. “She’s doing a good job master. It feels so good” Katie sighed. It didn’t take long for Katie to get aroused enough to place her finger on Amber’s back and shove her in. “Yeah! Fuck yeah!” Katie growled holding Amber by the ankles and using her as a human dildo. Harder, harder, and harder she slammed Amber inside her. Mike surprised Katie and kissed her. “She’s in! SHE’S ALL THE WAY IN!” Katie yelled as Amber was shoved deep enough her head touched Katie’s cervix. With a shout, Katie came. She fished Amber out who miraculously survived abet with a broken arm. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Amber wept in Katie’s hand. For a moment, Katie considered keeping Amber as a sex slave permanently, but she remembered what Mike said about kindness. She brought Amber to her face. “Shhh…I know you’re sorry. I know you are. Give me a kiss” Katie said. Even in severe pain, Amber was able to lean in and kiss her giant lips. Lips that suddenly parted. “Katie…I said I was sorry…” Amber whimpered as she passed through those lips. Mike watched with glee as Katie swallowed her alive.

“Holy shit. I can feel her moving. Fuck…I get it now. The power…the control” she hissed. Mike kissed her passionately and then placed a finger on her tummy. Sure enough, Mike could feel Amber in her death throes in Katie’s stomach. Soon she would digested. That night, Katie slept soundly as sexual and emotional drives wore her out. As for Mike, he couldn’t stop grinning to sleep as he his plan had finally worked. The grooming of Katie had been completed. She would soon graduate from sex slave…to partner.

Chapter 4…Taking care of the pet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Three…Pleasure, Pain, and Punishments

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

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

Meanwhile…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter Two…First prey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@giant-me you need to get back into it

@sloppy_amy cannoniclly, I try to keep the difference to about four inches when I make these

@olo this was a commission done by a DeviantArt artist long ago. His page is long gone. I remember this appearing for the first time on 4chan about 12 years ago…

@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

@olo you have to adjust your hunting methods. Target places that wouldn’t have cameras. Low income areas, bathrooms, changing rooms, etc.

@giant-me yes. Microsoft autocorrect has this annoying issue with inserting its own words without my say so…

Decided to do some writing. Enjoy

Chapter 1…Legacy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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