Doc's World

[DocRick]

I think Joanie should take her business to the next level.

She could charge A LOT more. Maybe add a video feature so they could replay their fun over and over again.

[DocRick]

Her stepsister, Candy was always such a pain and when she caught the shrinking virus, Carla got stuck having to take care of her. It wasn't all bad, she just had to feed her, change the Dixie cup she uses as a toilet every day and clean out the cage she lives in. But this was not humiliation enough for Carla. She decided that she would take Candy with her to the restaurant she waitresses at, and where Candy used to waitress, and to top it off, she tied Candy to the pen she uses to write down orders. She enjoyed the feeling of Candy squirming around, upside down in her hand as she scribbled the customers' orders on her pad. But it was kinda funny.......in this age of iPhones, iPads, palm pilots and all other kinds of technology, every one of Carla's customers asked to borrow her pen to write something........

[QTips]

Brings new meaning to "Click Your Bic".

[DocRick]

Instead of going to Florida, Katy had gone on a camping trip with a bunch of her friends from college over spring break. On their third day, they all took a white-water rafting trip. Katy wasn't a good swimmer, so she picked out the best life jacket the rafting company had to offer. After two hours of rafting, and drinking, everyone had gotten a bit drunk and reckless. At one fork in the river, her raft took the wrong fork and found themselves in some Class V rapids and the raft was flipped over. Her life jacket kept her head above water most of the time, but its buoyancy pushed her away from the raft and her friends. The strong current stripped her shoes off of her feet and a snag on a submerged tree branch tore off her shorts. She continued fighting the currents, getting dunked frequently and tossed over a couple small waterfalls. Popping up out of the water, she saw what looked like a peaceful eddy between two boulders, so she frantically tried to swim towards it but as she swam between the boulders, she saw to her horror, a whirlpool !!!

Katy was pulled into the whirlpool, spinning wildly around and around, being sucked towards the center. When she reached the center of the whirlpool, she began spinning violently, then sucked down into the vortex. Her lungs began to burn as she tried to hold her breath as she was pulled deeper and deeper into the whirlpool. Then as she felt as if her lungs were about to burst, she began seeing flashes of lights through her tightly shut eyelids. She thought to herself, "So this is how it feels to die...."

She awoke on the side of a river, lying on a pebbly beach. As she sat on the bank, trying to convince herself that she really was alive, she gazed at the river that nearly took her life. This river looked much different than the one she and her friends had been rafting. It was wide, maybe 50 feet across, but only about 4 feet deep at its deepest point. It was flowing slowly and gently and was so clear she could see all the way to the bottom. She stripped off her lifejacket and checked herself for injuries. She appeared uninjured, just a little muscle soreness, but she found herself wearing nothing but the thong bikini she had been wearing under her shorts and life jacket.

Looking around her, she saw no signs of the raft or any of her friends. Katy walked up and down the riverbank but found nothing. Figuring she needed to find a way to call for help so the Rangers could start looking for her friends, she started walking into the forest. She marveled at the vegetation around her. Thick grasses, some taller than she, surrounded her. Other pants had leaves bigger than her head. It reminded her of a trip she had once taken to South America jungle along the Amazon River. But she was far from any tropical locale, so it didn't make sense. She knew where the sun should be at this time of day and she knew the town was southeast of the river, so she figured out the direction she should go and started off deeper into the "jungle". As she walked on, she didn't see any signs of human activity. No roads, no paths or trails, no litter. She did see a few bugs, huge bugs, like she read about during her natural history classes. The kind of bugs that existed 300 million years ago....Katy's mind began to wander...."Did I slip through some kind of time vortex? Did I travel back to the Jurassic Period or something?"

Now her attention was more upwards, half expecting to see a T-Rex lumbering about in search of a meal. She shuddered at the thought of becoming an appetizer for a giant lizard. Then through the grass she saw something that was out of place. Something as big as a small car, but bright red ?!?! She struggled through the thick grass until she reached the anomalous object. She knew it was impossible. It couldn't be. Then a noise from above drew her attention upwards. She saw a bear standing on a branch about forty feet above her.....no.....it can't be.....a squirrel..... a squirrel bigger than a grizzly bear?....then voices......human voices, coming from a distance, but sounding as if coming from high above her, like listening to someone yelling from the window of a tall building ? Increasing feelings of dread as flashes of the old television show "Land of the Giants" enveloped her and she began to think that being transported back in time would have been better than what her unbelieving mind was telling her had happened........

[DocRick]

A new line of dolls was coming out for a hit TV series and a commercial being shot to promote them was to have one of the actual stars miniaturized and portray a "living doll". During the shoot, a major malfunction with the equipment, left the tiny star alone on the set with the dolls while the problem was being worked out. A shadowy figure entered the set and quietly walked over to the tiny star. As her hand reached out and wrapped around the stunned actress, the figure whispered, "God, how you ever got top billing on our show is beyond me. Now, with your "disappearance" I'll get all the best storylines." as she dumped the struggling star into her purse and slipped off set.

[DocRick]

"When I was a kid, I found this magical cupboard. When my parents found what it could do, my dad took it and told me he destroyed it. Years later, when I came home from the military, I was going through the attic to find some of the things I had packed away when I left, I found that he had not destroyed it after all. I packed it in a box and took it with me to my new apartment...........





In one of the boxes I had packed up, I found a box of toys that I had saved to sell on eBay when they had gained another value to collectors. I happened to find this Happy Meal toy that I forgot I had kept. I sat and thought to myself for a while, wondering.......wondering..........should I?




Yes, I did and it still works.

[DocRick]

Sophia was a new professor of social sciences at the university. Her political views skewed her grading of the papers written by her students, threatening the GPAs of some of her students, one of which was studying the new science of microbiophysiology. At the end of the day, Sophia was reading the papers her students had turned in that day when she noticed a bottle of perfume on her desk. It wasn't hers and she was curious about it. She removed the top and sniffed it and found it to be a very pleasant and sensual fragrance. She decided to spray a little on her neck, but when she pressed the nozzle, a large amount of perfume formed a cloud around her. Suddenly, she found herself miniaturized and standing on the floor, looking up at the bottom of her desk. She wanted to get to her phone to call for help, but it was on her desk. Climbing up the computer cord, surprisingly easy due to her diminished weight and her natural athletic abilities, she managed to get to the top of her desk, but when she tried to activate her phone which had been set to thumbprint identification, her tiny thumb failed to turn on the phone. As she stood there, pondering what happened to her and what she should do, her attention was turned to the door which was slowly opening. She saw a student, one of which she had recently given a failing grade to a paper he had written, cautiously entering the room...............then looking towards her desk, she saw a smile form on his face.

[DocRick]

In the not too distant future, society was at a crisis level. Technology had eliminated many of the lower paying jobs uneducated citizens and immigrants depended on to make a living. Unemployment and homelessness had skyrocketed, resulting in the overwhelming of governmental service and safety organizations. Many of these destitute individuals made money by being "lab rats" for both above and below board medical experimentations.

Maritza, who had illegally entered the country as a teenager, found herself a few years later, living on the streets, eating whatever she could find or steal, constantly having to hide from gangs of other homeless deviants that controlled the streets that preyed upon vulnerable young woman, usually violently sexually assaulting them or forcing them into a life of sexual slavery. One day, she was approached by a nice woman who suggested she volunteer as a test subject for a new medical research program. She was promised food, shelter and safety from the dangers of living on the streets. Maritza thought about it for a few minutes, then agreed, feeling anything was better than prostitution, which she had been considering.

Professor Rebecca Stevenson, a research partner of Professor Thorton, had been working on a device which manipulated the size of matter, publicly reported as a method of increasing the size of food for consumption and reducing the size for increasing production and making transportation easier. Privately, she was being funded by powerful political figures wanting to reduce and eventually end, the homeless population.  However, her experiments had been producing no results and the program was in danger of being eliminated.

When Maritza arrived at the laboratory, she was told that she would participate in a new method for body scanning, like MRIs or CT scans, but without the use of dangerous radiation. She didn't really understand what she was being told but agreed to it anyway. She filled out the release from liability paperwork, being read to her by a translator as she was illiterate, and when she was asked for next of kin or other family, she said she had none. She was led to a dressing room where she showered and removed the few pieces of jewelry she had from her ears, lip and belly button, then dressed in a pair of silk workout pants and sports bra (silk, being a natural fiber, was affected by the matter manipulator). Escorted into a glass cylinder, she was instructed to stand on a metal circle in the floor, close her eyes and relax while she was "scanned".

Professor Stevenson called one of the university administrators and requested she come to the laboratory. The administrator told her that it had better be good as she was already writing up a proposal to divert the funds from her program to other programs that appeared to have more potential. Professor Stevenson told her, she wouldn't be disappointed. Arriving twenty minutes later, she was in the company of one of the political donors of the university. Not seeing anything different, she asked the professor what was so exciting that she had to come down to the lab. Professor Stevenson pointed to a clear glass box with a five-inch-tall Maritza inside, just recovering from being made unconscious during her miniaturization by the matter manipulator, looking around and upwards at her surroundings.

"You brought me all the way down her to show me a doll?" she replied angerly.

"Not a doll", the professor said. "Pick her up".

The administrator reached into the box and picked Maritza up with her thumb and index finger. The tiny girl kicked and squirmed as her mind began to clear and she realized what had happened to her.

The administrator almost dropped the girl in her shock. The politician reached under the girl and the administrator placed her into her hand. The two turned away from the professor, looking at the tiny girl in sitting in the palm of her hand. They talked in low voices for a minute, then turned back to the professor.

The politician looked at Professor Stevenson and said, " This is amazing. Your program has greatly exceeded expectations. This could make you famous. However...........it could make us all rich instead. You can continue your public work in the size changing of food products, but this....." pointing to Maritza, "must be kept a secret. I know plenty of my peers that would pay a fortune for her or one like her. What do you want to do? The college will own the patent, and receive any profits generated from the use of your invention for the food industry. So, you can gain fame and continue to live on the salary of a college professor or get richer than you have ever imagined, and at the same time, we can put an end to the problem of homelessness and unemployment."

Words were not necessary. She could see on Professor Stevenson's face what her answer was.

"Good" the politician said, the administrator nodding in agreement. "We'll start next week after I assemble a........team of ..........assistants.....to obtain more test subjects for you. My people will handle the rest. Oh, if you don't mind, I'll be keeping this little one for myself. You don't mind? Wise choice."

[DocRick]

Danielle was working on a matter resizing program at the university. With some success in reducing the size of vegetables, she wrote and published a paper, excluding the name and contributions of her lab partner, Shannon. She didn't think anyone knew about it yet, but when she woke up after a rather raucous campus party, she found herself miniaturized and tied down to a plastic tray, looking up at the impassive face of her lab partner. 

Danielle: "You used the matter resizer on me?!?!? Without trying it out on test subjects?"

Shannon: "Of course, I did. After finding out about your paper, I decided to speed up my part of the program and thought I would "diminish" my competition."

Danielle: "What are you doing now?"

Shannon: " If my calculations are correct, this will restore you to normal size......."

Danielle: "And if your calculations are wrong?"

Shannon: "Would you prefer to live in an aquarium or a hamster cage?"

[DocRick]

A secretive lab in an authoritative regime controlled country had developed a virus that caused humans to shrink. To limit the number of people affected during the test period, the scientists engineered the virus to only affect people with a certain chromosome found in people from France. A neighboring country, once colonized by the French, would provide a sufficient amount of test subjects as many of the citizens had French genes passed on by the French troops stationed there. Agents would cross the border at night and kidnap people from rural towns and villages and return them to the lab for testing. The virus was a success, but inaccurate, as the level of miniaturization depended on the pureness of the French genes. The more French genes, the smaller the virus's victims became. Another unforeseen problem was other people could contract, carry and spread the virus, but not be affected by it. Soon, millions of people worldwide began shrinking. Those people with the strongest French heritage shrunk to 4 to 6 inches tall, other people with blended heritage, shrunk anywhere from a few inches to several feet.

Babette's parents were pure French, both tracing their ancestry back a thousand years to French nobles. When she contracted the virus while attending the university, she shrank to approximately six inches. Her parents had both died in a car accident when she was young, and she was adopted into another family. The world's governments, struggling with the decision of how to handle the pandemic, decided to declare any shrunken victim under four feet tall at adulthood, as a ward of the state, and would be placed in the custody of a foster or unaffected family member. Babette was placed in the care of her stepsister, who she never really got along with when growing up.

On the way home from the lawyer's office, where her stepsister signed the papers giving her custody of Babette, was all smiles as she drove. She halfheartedly attempted to console Babette, saying, "Don't worry. I already have your new "room" all set up."

[DocRick]

Borrower Emily liked to shower in the Bean's garden pond. She knew the groundskeeper only came by on Mondays, so she knew she could take a nice, long relaxing shower. However, Emily didn't know that the upcoming Monday was a Bean holiday, and the groundskeeper came by today, Friday......

[QTips]

Oh Boy, a nice long 3 day weekend.

[DocRick]

Oh Boy, a nice long 3 day weekend.

[randomguywhosthere]

Right out of the shower... she would be nice and clean and smooth~

[DocRick]

Right out of the shower... she would be nice and clean and smooth~

Rainwater fresh.

[DocRick]

"How's the latest test subject?"

"It's physically alright, doctor, but still catatonic. It doesn't seem to respond to any stimuli. Not like the Russian girl. First time one of them ever bit me I wonder if its new owner has domesticated it yet."

"Put it in with the Swedish and Spanish subjects. None of them speak the others language so we'll see if the fear-bonding process is impeded. The three English speaking subjects seemed to bond rather quickly. Is the next test subject ready?"

"Yes. Sedated since she was pulled from the street. Same as the others. Homeless prostitute, no family or mate. Another for the missing person list, as if anyone is missing any of them."

"Thank you. Yes, it seems the economy has done much to accelerate our experimentation with matter manipulation. And our bank accounts . Are the others ready to ship to their new owners yet? "

"Yes. Sedated, packaged and the courier is preparing the jet now to deliver them."

"Good."

[DocRick]

Emily had a girl crush on Lara Croft ever since she was a child. She "raided tombs" everywhere from her bedroom to the basement to her backyard. As a teenager, she got into Cosplay and her father would take her to comicons and other events. During her college years, she had to cut back, but after graduating, the 22 year old jumped back in with a vengeance. She studied gymnastics, rock climbing and rope work, all to live out her fantasy as best as she could.

When the next Comicon came to the area, she dressed the part and attended the convention, winning several awards and drawing a lot of attention to herself. Taking a break from the crowds, she slipped out and went to a restroom just outside the convention grounds. After relieving herself and washing her hands, a wave of lightheadedness came over her. Her head spinning, her knees got weak and she collapsed to the floor.

When she awoke, she found herself lying on some thick moss in the middle of what appeared to be a tropical jungle. She had had many dreams about being Lara Croft, so she didn't panic. As she walked through the jungle, lush huge grasses and other plants all around her, she finally came to a clearing where she saw massive ancient moss-covered statues. Being Lara Croft, she began to climb one of them, hoping to get a look around at where she was. Reaching the top, she still could only massive trees all around her, though the ground appeared to be made of huge flat boulders. She heard a commotion from behind her and turned to see the treetops rustling and swaying, reminding her of the "wedding" scene from King Kong movies. As she watched in apprehension and anticipation (this was only a dream, right?) she saw the closest trees part and a monstrous being emerged and began to extend one of its massive hands towards her. With nowhere to run, she drew her pistol to defend herself from the creature, only to find her pistol was her plastic toy prop gun. In a few moments, she would find her favorite dream morphing into her worst nightmare........

[Kara Dollgirl]

Dear Doc,

Just wanted to say again how much I enjoy your work...it's always fun at the end of the week to relax and see what you have been doing during the week with all these young women who start as normal-sized people and end up as 5-inch tall dolls. It's amazing how your imagination comes up with all these different little stories and that you are able to create the images to match...or is it the other way around...? Either way, please just know that I appreciate you and the wonderful content you keep producing a such a regular basis.

Tiny applause and cheers,
Kara

[DocRick]

Dear Doc,

Just wanted to say again how much I enjoy your work...it's always fun at the end of the week to relax and see what you have been doing during the week with all these young women who start as normal-sized people and end up as 5-inch tall dolls. It's amazing how your imagination comes up with all these different little stories and that you are able to create the images to match...or is it the other way around...? Either way, please just know that I appreciate you and the wonderful content you keep producing a such a regular basis.

Tiny applause and cheers,
Kara

Thanks, Kara. It makes me happy when I make you happy.

[DocRick]

Another victim of the shrink virus, Regina, having no family, was placed in the care of her college roommate, Stephanie. The government, in a misguided attempt to protect the victims of the virus, revoked their personal rights, making them for all intents and purposes the property of their caretaker. Stephanie kept Regina in a hamster cage, naked except for a specially designed miniature dog collar and tag engraved with Regina's new pet name, Coco, around her neck. Most of the time, Coco sat in her cage, lamenting her fate and wishing horrible things to befall Stephanie, but every few days, Stephanie, after a few drinks, would take Coco out of her cage and just sit and fondle her. Coco, I mean Regina, would fight to resist, but the tip of Stephanie's fingertip placed between her legs and the ridges of her fingerprints stimulating her clitoris, Regina's body would inevitably betray her, and she would experience the most intense orgasms of her life. With the rest of her life filled with mind-numbing boredom, she began to look forward to the days when Stephanie would come home from work with a bottle of wine in her hand.

[DocRick]

Heather had always been vain about her body, spending hours and hours in the gym, dieting and jogging, but the time she spent on working out was cutting into her study and party time. So, when she saw an advertisement for a "Body Mass Resizing" research program looking for volunteer test subjects, she responded.

Heather: "So there's no pills or shots involved?'

Tester: " No."

Heather: "No hard workouts or dieting?"

Tester: "No."

Heather: "Okay, I'm in. When do we start?"

Tester: "Right now."

Two hours later..........

[DocRick]

Becky had entered a contest to win the use of a Lamborghini Countach for a weekend. She had always loved fast cars and couldn't resist the urge to open it up on some back country roads. She was amazed at the handling of the supercar and becoming intoxicated at the speed, she pushed the pedal down further and further as the car wound its way along the empty road. Telephone poles whipped by so fast they looked like a picket fence. She crested a small rise, and all four wheels of the car momentarily left the ground. As the wheels reconnected with the pavement, she began to lose control. The back of the car spun around and the car did multiple 360's as she gripped the wheel with all her might, her foot pressing down on the brakes. Still spinning as the car crested another rise, Becky saw what she thought was a cloud in the road, a glowing white cloud. Still trying to get control of the car, she entered the cloud and felt the car rising off the roadway and begin to tumble. The G forces caused the blood in her brain to be pushed down into her chest and she felt herself blacking out. Believing she was about to die, she closed her eyes tightly and waited for the final crash of the car and her demise.

Becky awoke and found herself still strapped into the car's seat. She did a check of herself, feeling her arms, legs, head, neck and surprisingly, no injuries were found. She tried to start the car, but it wouldn't even crank. Trying to open the door, she found it stuck and wouldn't budge no matter how hard she pushed. She pressed the window button and to her surprise, it worked, and the driver's door window went down. Unbuckling her harness, she climbed through the window, falling to the ground......actually deep mud. Now covered in mud, managing to stand in the knee-deep slime, she looked at the car and found it sunken in this thick gooey muck higher than its wheels.

Surveying her surrounding, all she could see was tall thick grass towering over her head, like a rich lush jungle. Then she noticed the top of a cell tower. It didn't look that far away. If she walked towards it, she would find an access road and she could follow it to a main road and get help. Becky began to walk towards it. After an hour, struggling through thick mud most of the way, she didn't seem to be any closer to it. Having forgot to retrieve her bottle of water from the car prior to starting out, the heat and humidity added to her physical exertion, and she was soon exhausted. Catching her foot in the mud, she fell forward onto her hands and knees. As she rested for a moment, she heard something moving nearby. She heard a voice coming from above, "Oh, there you are." She looked up and saw a monstrous being hovering above her and the grass being pushed aside by humongous appendages....and she passed out.

Becky opened her eyes and could see nothing. Pitch blackness enveloped her. She couldn't even see her hands held in front of her face. She didn't feel any pain and running her hands over her body, she realized the mud that had encrusted her was gone. Her skin felt clean and soft, and she smelled an aroma of exotic perfume. To her astonishment, she seemed to be wearing a bikini. A very small bikini at that. Noticing something around her neck, she felt it with her hands. It felt like a heavy gold chain, but she could find no clasp, just some kind of charm shaped like a heart hanging from it. The charm was nearly as big as her hand and had some sort of grooves on one side, maybe an engraving but she couldn't make it out. She felt the floor and it felt smooth as glass. Cool and smooth. She struggled to her feet and put her hands out in front of her she slowly began to walk forward, stopping when she found a wall made of the same cool and smooth glass-like material she was standing on. She began to walk sideways along the wall until she got to a corner. Continuing along was wall, she found three more corners, but no doors or windows. She estimated the room was about 12 feet square and empty. Now looking up, she could just barely make out the ceiling. Not smooth like the floor or walls, it looked like a grid, maybe chain-link or heavy chicken wire.

Becky yelled several times but received no response. Her mind was still spinning as she began to think back on the last few hours....the car, the cloud, the accident, the mud, the jungle, the cell tower....the monster. And now, clean, wearing a bikini in this sterile dark room. What is going on?

She noticed her eyes were becoming adjusted to the darkness. She could see her hands and feet and looking around, the room was empty with the exception a beanbag shaped pillow the size of a bed. She walked back to the one of the walls and pressed her face to it. She could barely make out a line of exotic cars parked about 30 feet away. She walked the perimeter of the room and arriving at the corner, she looked through that wall and saw another person pressed up against another glass wall ten feet away. She couldn't see that clearly, but it appeared to be another woman, and as she could see the outline of her body, she believed it was another young woman, wearing a bikini like she was, but she couldn't make out her face or if the woman could see her. She pounded her fists on the wall, but the other woman didn't seem to hear her. Giving up on this side, she walked further along the walls, trying to see what her was around. At the back of the room, looking through the glass, she could just see a featureless wall. Shuffling along the wall to the other side, she could see another woman, again appearing to be standing there in a bikini.

She sat down on the smooth cool floor. Frustrated and feelings of terror began to creep into her mind. She started to believe that maybe none of this was really happening. Maybe she was dreaming or maybe she was crazy. Maybe someone put some kind of drug into her drink at the restaurant she stopped in just prior to driving off in the Lambo..........then a noise.....a click and creak......some light filtered into the room, but she still couldn't see very much......

Then shuffling feet and a voice....a woman's voice, "Welcome to Margie's Unique and Exotic Collectables. Please browse the items on display and we'll start the auction in 15 minutes."

[Kara Dollgirl]

Doc,
Loved the way you kept the mystery of what was going on with Becky until the very end. Even though we think we know what has happened, the slow discovery and reveal of her plight was very exciting, at least to me. Well written.
Kara

[DocRick]

Doc,
Loved the way you kept the mystery of what was going on with Becky until the very end. Even though we think we know what has happened, the slow discovery and reveal of her plight was very exciting, at least to me. Well written.
Kara

Thank you. It was a compilation of concepts from episodes of The Twilight Zone rolled into one story.

[DocRick]

After being shrunk in an accident at the university lab, Vicky had difficulties finding work as she was way too small to keep her waitress job. But she had an idea that her boss thought might work.........and they were right. The tips she got from normal sized people were much more than what she ever got as a waitress.