Doc's World

[DocRick]

Shrunk to the size of a doll by an exposure to chemicals, Mrs. Jones was often left in the care of her eight year old daughter while Mr. Jones was working in his home office. It didn't take Mrs. Jones long to come to the realization that not only had she suffered a loss of stature, but a loss of status in the family hierarchy.

[DocRick]

Shrunk to the size of a doll by a radiation exposure, Sally was often left home alone, as her boyfriend had to take on another job because of the loss of her income when she naturally could no longer work. Working long hours, he often came home tired, and he had become a bit inattentive in satisfying her "needs". Protected by her faithful and extremely protective dog, Duke, Sally spends most of her time alone in their home. Surprisingly, even at her new size, Duke recognized her and rarely was more than two feet from her as he watched over her. One long hot summer day, Sally decided to cool off in Duke's water bowl. When Duke came over to the bowl to get a drink, Sally watched his tongue slip in and out of his mouth as he lapped up the water. Just then, she noticed an open jar of peanut butter her boyfriend had left on the kitchen counter. Smiling to herself, she thought if she could only get up onto the counter, Duke just might be persuaded to serve a purpose other than merely being her guardian..........

[DocRick]

The pop Diva, known by her stage name as Miss Dee, had just finished her Christmas Eve concert, concluding with the obnoxious Christmas song no one except girls under 13 years old like. As per her contract, she had fifteen minutes to relax and freshen up, then she would exit the backstage area into a corridor lined by her fans, her VIP fans that is, politicians, actors and rich people, with stanchions and velvet roads separating them from her. As she strutted down the corridor, a little girl about 8 years old named Samantha, yelled out, "Misty, Misty....All I want for Christmas is you !!!" The Diva rolled her eyes and didn't even acknowledge her littlest fan, who broke down in tears. The father of the little girl, a middle aged man dressed in an Armoni suit, Gucci shoes and wearing a gold Rolex Presidential wristwatch, half turned his head to one of his "assistants", who turned and headed towards the exit.

Miss Dee awakened from her sedative induced sleep with a cloudy head and a dry mouth. Opening her eyes, she discovered had on a blindfold. She tried to remove it only to find her hands tied behind her back and around some type of pole. Her feet were also tied, and she was standing up, with a bracket of some kind around her chest. She tried to move, tried to pull her hands free but to no avail. She began to call out, "Hello. Is anyone there? Can someone help me? Hello....hello....anyone?"

Her cries went unheard on this Christmas morning as Samantha, along with her father was "sleeping all snug in their beds with visions of..." being disrespected by a pompous Disney produced bimbo who was about to learn a thing or two about humiliation when the blind fold is removed by her new owner, a little girl named Samantha who is about to have her Christmas wish come true, thanks to her father's business relationship with Professor Thorton, the famous Microbiophysiologist, the inventor of the Matter Manipulator.

[DocRick]

Jennifer had been born into money, her father being a successful defense contractor, she had grown up feeling superior to most other people outside of her circle. Her mother had died when she was a tween and her father remarried, to of all things, a waitress. Even worse, she now had a younger stepsister named Cathy. Jennifer couldn't believe her father did this to her, having to put up with these two....females....so far beneath his and her status and she made her mission to keep Cathy in her place, which was far below her.

Then it happened....a virus leaked from a secret lab in a totalitarian state and spread across the world. Not everyone was affected, only those with certain genotypes, Jennifer unfortunately was one of them. She began to shrink, slowly over several months. Soon she was shorter than her "little" sister, then to the size of a toddler. As much as she resisted, she began to have to depend more and more on her stepsister. But her ego wouldn't let her express gratitude of any level. When an antivirus was finally developed, Jennifer was about six inches tall. The antivirus only halted the shrinking, but didn't reverse it, leaving her the size of a doll, but one with a bad attitude that refused to believe she was anything less than what she was before, throwing the temper tantrums that got her her way when she was growing up.

Cathy tried to be sympathetic to Jennifer's plight, but Jennifer's attitude finally darkened Cathy's humanity. She began to torment her on every occasion that arose, such as when she had to "babysit" her while their parents were out.

"If you insist on acting like a baby, I guess I'll just have to treat you like one."

[DocRick]

Action Girl, having been stripped of her powers and miniaturized by her archenemy, the evil Toymaker, escaped into the area of his lair that packaged cheap toys to sell at Dollar Stores as a cover for his actual plans for world domination. She fell into the automated packaging machine and found herself trapped in one of the Barbie Doll knockoff bags, shipped to a store and placed on the rack by the stockboy who was too stoned to notice she was not a toy.

Heather, a young single mother, strapped for cash and working two jobs to support her young daughter, hadn't gone out on a date in months after finding out the men she met were only interested in sex and never called for a second date. Action Girl could hear her talking about finding some kind of present for her daughter and tried to get her attention. Heather picked out a doll for her daughter, then noticed the diminutive Action Girl hanging on the peg, frantically waving at her. She looked closely at her, then removed the bag from its peg.

Action Girl was happy, believing she was being rescued and Heather could take her to the Justice League's headquarters where Dr. Strange could restore her to her former powerful self....then as she was being placed in the shopping cart, she heard through the plastic the woman say, "It's Becky's birthday, but I think I can afford $3.49 for a present for myself........didn't I see some of those personal lubricant gels in the other aisle?"







Someone was mentioning this concept on another thread, but I can't find it again. If anyone wants the image of the tiny lady in the bag, just let me know. I'd be happy to share it with another collager.

[BlueVillian45]

Action Girl, having been stripped of her powers and miniaturized by her archenemy, the evil Toymaker, escaped into the area of his lair that packaged cheap toys to sell at Dollar Stores as a cover for his actual plans for world domination. She fell into the automated packaging machine and found herself trapped in one of the Barbie Doll knockoff bags, shipped to a store and placed on the rack by the stockboy who was too stoned to notice she was not a toy.

Heather, a young single mother, strapped for cash and working two jobs to support her young daughter, hadn't gone out on a date in months after finding out the men she met were only interested in sex and never called for a second date. Action Girl could hear her talking about finding some kind of present for her daughter and tried to get her attention. Heather picked out a doll for her daughter, then noticed the diminutive Action Girl hanging on the peg, frantically waving at her. She looked closely at her, then removed the bag from its peg.

Action Girl was happy, believing she was being rescued and Heather could take her to the Justice League's headquarters where Dr. Strange could restore her to her former powerful self....then as she was being placed in the shopping cart, she heard through the plastic the woman say, "It's Becky's birthday, but I think I can afford $3.49 for a present for myself........didn't I see some of those personal lubricant gels in the other aisle?"







Someone was mentioning this concept on another thread, but I can't find it again. If anyone wants the image of the tiny lady in the bag, just let me know. I'd be happy to share it with another collager.

It was on my thread someone asked. This is far better than anything AI can come up with.

[DocRick]

It was on my thread someone asked. This is far better than anything AI can come up with.

Thanks for the info as well as the compliment. This collage was made from four pictures all found on Bing Images.....the background of the shopping cart, the girl in the bag.....used twice, first made partially transparent, then an image of the girl only superimposed over the transparent image of her. Then the cardboard packaging, and the hand. This concept is easy for a person to understand when this is the image you're driving at, but a computer? In the words of the famous Lost In Space (original series) robot....."That does not compute".

[DocRick]

Gwen had been babysitting for the Johnson's since she was 13. She loved their little girl, Suzie and would drop everything, even breaking dates, when the Johnson's would call and ask her to babysit. Now, 5 years later, she had now graduated from High School and started attending a college out of state. Coming home for Christmas break, she really missed Suzie and wanted to see her as soon as she could. On the way home, she saw a quaint looking toy store along the highway. A bit out of place. You would think a store like this would be in a downtown storefront or a strip mall, but here it was, in the middle of nowhere, nestled in a grove of pine trees, just across from a stone bridge over a small creek. She stopped and went inside. An elderly woman was carefully decorating the shop for the holiday shoppers.

Gwen browsed the shop when the woman startled her. She hadn't even heard the woman approaching her, even though the floor was made out of wooden boards. The woman asked if she was looking for anything special. She didn't know why, but she told the woman about Suzie and that she was sad that she could no longer play dolls with her like she did when she was babysitting her. The woman directed her to a display of very old, but very crafted dolls. She said they were called "Wishing Dolls" by her great grandmother who opened the store during the Great Depression in the front section of the house that had been in her family for over 400 years. Then she gave a little laugh and said "But you should be careful what you wish for. Great Grandma always thought there was magic in these dolls."

Gwen laughed at the woman's reference to magic. As a 21st century woman, Gwen knew magic was simply illusions and sleight of hand by a skilled trickster. Still, as she told the woman, "I know magic really doesn't exist, but I could really use some if it did". She selected one doll and the old woman carefully wrapped it in tissue paper, then placed it in a box and gift wrapped it, saying there was no charge for the packaging.

Gwen drove to town, occasionally picking up the box and clutching it to her breast. "If only magic was real....." she thought to herself. When she got to town, she didn't go home but went straight to the Johnson's house. She and Suzie had a joyous reunion and the Johnson's invited her to stay for dinner, which she accepted. After dinner, she realized that she had forgotten about the doll she had purchased for Suzie. She gave it to and the two girls sat on the floor and played for a while. Mrs. Johnson walked in the room and stood over them.

"Suzie, tell Gwen what you tell me all the time."

Suzie giggled and said, "I wish Gwen could be one of my dolls so she didn't have to leave and she could stay here forever and ever."

Gwen laughed and replied, "Oh Honey, I wish I could too."

Later, Gwen realized it was getting late and she should be getting home. She put on her coat, kissed Suzie on the forehead and told her she would be back to see her tomorrow."

She got in her car which she had parked on the street and just as she put the key in the ignition, she felt a violent wave of dizziness come over her. She thought she was going to throw up so she opened the car door and got out, walking around to the other side of the car, then fell face first into the snow.

When she woke up, she was in a pitch-black room. The floor felt weird, like paper or cardboard. She got up and putting her hands out in front of her, started walking until she found the wall, made out of the same material as the floor. She walked around the perimeter of the room and found no doors or windows, just a vertical crack that ran from the floor to as high as she could reach. She noticed she was barefoot. She ran her hands over herself to find she was no longer wearing her jeans and sweater, but a dress of some kind. The material was thick and rough, a little frayed and one sleeve was missing. She pounded on the walls and yelled for help, but she heard nothing from the outside. She sat down, wondering what was happening to her and where she was. With no way to discern the passage of time, she felt like she was there for hours and hours, finally dozing off on the floor.

She woke up to a commotion.....excited voices and she felt vibrations through the floor. She started pounding on the walls again, then the room began to shake violently, causing her to fall to the floor. She heard a thunderous sound that sounded like heavy fabric being ripped. The box settled and she got back up, then the room briefly shook again and flooded with light.







She pivoted to see Susie...no not, Suzie but a giantsized version of Suzie looking into the box. Before she could scream, two huge pudgy handed reached into the box and grabbed her, pulling her into the light of the living room. She looked around and saw the living room was huge, bigger than the basketball arena at the college. Then she saw Mr. and Mrs. Johnson standing there, sipping cups of coffee and smiling down at she and Suzie.








For the rest of the day, Gwen was subjected to being stripped and changed into various doll outfits, periodically being "rescued" by Mrs. Johnson for a bite of food, a drink and to pee, although neither Suzie or her parents paying any heed to her pleas to help her. In the evening, she was put in a dollhouse with no opening doors or windows. As she sat on the floor of the dollhouse, wearing a dollsized toddlers "onezie" that Mrs. Johnson had put on her before putting Suzie to bed. She tried to remember what had happened to her since she left the college. She mentally traced her drive, the restaurants and gas stations she had stopped at, then the toystore and she remembered what the old woman had said about the doll she had purchased, then she remembered what Suzie had said about wishing she was her doll and what she said in response........than she screamed.

Gwen's car was found in a ditch on Christmas morning, a few miles from town. The driver's door was open, the keys were in the ignition and all her belongings, except her purse were still inside the car. A fresh heavy snowfall Christmas Eve had covered any possible footprints. Gwen was filed as a missing person by the local police.

Christmas night, Suzie was sitting on the living room, playing with a still distraught Gwen. Mrs. Johnson was standing next to the fireplace, sipping a cup of tea. She was looking at a picture on the mantle. A family heirloom, it was a grainy Sepia-toned photograph in a wooden frame with gold accents. The photograph showed a middle-aged woman standing in front of a building. The building was a toy store which was built orininally as a house by one of her ancestors in the 1600's after the mother had been burned as a witch and the rest of the family run out of town......a few miles outside the city of Salem, in the middle of nowhere, nestled in a grove of pine trees, just across from a stone bridge over a small creek.

[DocRick]

Charlette was in many ways, conflicted, particularly in her sexuality. She didn't think she was a lesbian because she enjoyed intercourse and fellatio. But she really didn't like being with men in general, preferring the company of women. So, her sex life usually consisted of hookups and one night stands, both of which left her feeling unsatisfied as most of the men at the college were very sensitive about the masculinity, or lack thereof, and would get nervous if she came on too strong, leaving her unsatisfied. She tried to assume a more subservient demeanor and that was really going against the grain of her personality. She had experimented with lesbian sex but couldn't really get into it.

She tried to distract herself with her college classes, then she was offered a parttime job in the Microbiophysiolgy lab. One evening, she overheard the two of the professors talking about their new discovery, the miniaturization of matter. A device they had nearly perfected, the Matter Manipulator, had been successful in miniaturizing small animals to around 8% or 1/12th of their original size, and when they designed a portable unit, not much bigger than a handheld hairdryer, they had taken it to a farm and miniaturized a goat, cow and a horse. Their conversation didn't mean that much to Charlette, and she put it out of her mind. Then, that night, she was flipping through the channels on her television and stopped on a retro station playing reruns of "Land of the Giants". To her surprise, she found herself getting aroused by the concept of "little people", but not with the male actors, but the characters played by Deanna Lund and Heather Young. She pulled up her Netflix and found multiple episodes were available and she began to binge-watch the series, fast forwarding to scenes of one or both of the girls in cages, in the "giant hand" or otherwise being subjugated. Not even realizing she was doing it, she found herself masturbating.

Slightly embarrassed, she decided to go out and get a drink at one of her local bars. As she was locking the door to her apartment, she saw her neighbor being dropped off from a date. Her neighbor, another coed was hot, even a purely straight girl would see that. She had long blonde hair and a beautiful body, large breasts, a curvaceous butt, thin waist and long shapely legs. Charlette had a bit of a girl crush on her, but as she had never seen her with a female, even as a very close friend, making a play for her always seemed to be out of the question. Her date kissed her and said, "Good night, Valerie".

For the rest of the evening, she couldn't get her neighbor and her name out of her mind. She began to fantasize her as the "Valerie" in the old TV series and herself as one of the "giants". She left the bar and went home and began to create a fantasy situation of her and her neighbor in an X-rated version of "Land of the Giants", inserting two of her fingers into her vagina and wriggling them as if they were the miniature legs of her neighbor. The orgasm she gave herself was more intense than any she had in a very long time. She began staying home at night, watching more reruns of the series, allowing her fantasies to cover many different scenarios between herself and her imaginarily tiny neighbor.

Working in the laboratory one evening, no one was around, and she found herself daydreaming her fantasy again, then it hit her like a freight train......the Matter Manipulator !!!! As a senior lab assistant, she had access to every part of the lab, including the storage vault where the portable device was secured. She walked over to the storeroom, unlocked the door and went inside to the vault. She knew the combination, and donning a pair of thick latex gloves, she dialed the combination and opened the vault. She found the Matter Manipulator just lying on one of the shelves, plugged into the charging outlet. She carefully picked it up and looked at it......a series of digital displays with a "%" icon controlled by up and down arrows. She saw an activation button, an on/off switch and a power button. It looked pretty simple to use and it was small enough that she could put it in her backpack. She left it there, relocked the vault and the door to the room, finished her work and went home.

For the next two weeks, she couldn't get it out of her mind. Every time she saw Valerie, she began to get aroused. Then, one night she was coming home from the lab, she ran into Valerie outside her apartment door. Valerie introduced herself and asked if Charlette had an frying pan she could borrow. She was trying to learn how to cook tamales and didn't have one big enough. Charlette, born to a Mexican mother, had learned how to cook her mother's ethnic cuisine and offered to give her some pointers. She went into her apartment, found a suitable frying pan and she and Valerie went to her apartment, and they started cooking.....and talking.....and drinking. Valerie was warming up the tortillas in the frying pan and Charlette was at the far end of the kitchen, preparing the fillings. With Valerie's back to her. It had been a very warm day and Valerie was wearing a tube top and microshorts displaying her ample breasts and butt and leaving little to the imagination. Charlette put down the spoon and made a fist, raising it in line with Charlette. The distance gave the perspective illusion of a miniature Valerie being held in Charlette fist. She was suddenly aware that the fingers of her other hand were slipping under the waistband of her jeans, Charlette bit down on the inside of her cheek, the pain snapping her back into reality before Valerie turned around and saw what she was doing. An hour or two later, they had finished their cooking, cleaned up and after receiving a rather intense embrace from Valerie, Charlette went home, got into the bathtub and gave herself an intense orgasm while reliving her fantasy of a miniature Valerie.

The next day, she could no longer restrain herself. After the professors left the lab, she opened the storage room and the vault and put the Matter Manipulator in her backpack. She took it home, set the dials to the 8%, which she believed would shrink Valerie to the five-inch-tall size of the fictional Valerie in the TV show. She heard Valerie door close, and she put her ear to the wall to see if she had company. After a minute of listening, she heard no one, only Valerie talking to someone on her telephone. She waited until the call was concluded then picked up a bottle of wine and walked next door to Valerie's apartment. When Valerie opened the door, Charlette held up the bottle and asked Valerie for some 'help" drinking it. Valerie laughed and said absolutely, locked her door and accompanied Charlette to her apartment. She opened the bottle, poured two glasses and they chatted as they drank the bottle dry. Charlette excused herself and went into the bedroom and took the Matter Manipulator out of her backpack, verified the settings and that it was powered up and carried it back to the living room. Valerie was standing with her back to her. Charlette aimed it at her, pressed the activation button and with a flash of green light, Valarie's empty clothing hung in the air for a nanosecond, then fell to the floor. It happened so fast, it scared Charlette who, praying that it worked properly, and she didn't just vaporize her neighbor, put the Matter Manipulator down on the table and rushed over to pile of clothing and began to dig through it. On the floor, between her shoes, she found Valerie, now the size of Deanna Lund's character. Gleefully, she slipped her fingers beneath the stunned tiny girl and picked her up. She could feel her warm soft skin, laid bare as her clothing didn't shrink, against the inner surface of her palm and fingers. Still in a state of shock, but realizing what was happening, Valerie began to scream, kicking her legs of which only her ankles and feet protruded beneath Charlette's fist, and punching her thumb and index finger which were circled around her chest. Using the index finger of her free hand, she began to explore Valerie's body, touching her tits and adjusting her fingers slightly, the inner skin of her thighs. She carried Valerie into the bathroom and put her in the bathtub, bigger than the largest Olympic swimming pool to Valerie, while the got undressed. She stepped into the tub, Valerie scrambling to get away from the giant girl's feet, and sat down. Turning on the water, she reached out and trapped Valerie against the wall of the tub, then using her fingers to slip behind her and forcing her away from the wall, picked her up and brought her up to her where her smile betrayed what she had in store for her diminutive neighbor. She picked up a bottle of body wash and squirted an ample amount onto Valerie and began to wash her with her fingers, caressing her breasts, butt, then slipping between her thighs, her vagina. Valerie continued to scream as she was being fondled by the giant girl, squirming around in Charlette's hand, Charlette getting more and more aroused by the tiny girl's struggles. Holding Valerie under the spray of the shower, she rinsed the soap off of her and grasping her by the hands with her thumb and index finger, she lifted her into the air, over her head and began to lower Valerie into her open mouth. Valerie, believing she was about to be eaten kicked and screamed, but was unable to prevent her feet from being trapped within Charlette's lips. Charlett sucked in, pulling Valerie into her mouth up to her shoulders, then pulled her slowly back out through her tightly pursed lips. She repeated this procedure again and again, like Valerie was some guys' penis that Charlette was giving a blow job. After a minute of this, she abruptly she set Valerie down onto the floor of the tub, grabbed a bottle personal lubricant, and squeezing some onto her fingers, she coated the inside of her vagina with the slippery fluid and looked down at Valerie with an evil smile. She extended her index finger and reaching behind Valerie, began to gently push her towards her vagina.

Fear in her voice, Valerie stammered, "You don't expect me to go in there....do you?"

Charlette replied, "Absolutely."

Crying, Valerie said, "How can you do this to me? I thought we were friends. Don't I have any say in this?"

Charlette just smiled down on her tiny girl sex toy and answered, "Oh course you have a say. You slide yourself inside me feet first or I'll put you in there myself........... headfirst."

[DocRick]

It was created by accident in a pharmaceutical lab....an aerosolized chemical which gave the user a euphoric high like heroin or fentanyl, but instead of slipping into deep relaxation and sleep, it caused a stimulation in adrenalin production, along with an increased sexual arousal. It also had side effect......the user would shrink 9 to 11 percent of their size with each use, along with their clothing as long as it was made of natural materials. Each repeated spray continued the rate of shrinking, until, as a few users discovered, they would become microscopic and none of them ever recovered or survived, apparently eaten by an amoeba or other one celled predatory organism. It was immediately banned by the government, but where's there a market, there's a way.......

Madlyne's sorority at the university found a steady source of the drug, call xXx. They would throw parties in their Sorority House, usually revolving around poker games. The rules were simple......dealer's choice, the player with the worst hand took a hit of the spray, usually while standing in the bathtub or shower. The spray would absorb into their skin, clothes and lungs, any overspray deactivated on contact with anything inorganic. Each party had a designated "lifeguard" who did not partake of any of the spray and would end the game if a player got too small, four to five inches was the agreed upon size. By the time the game was called, the participants were quite high and horny, and an orgy would ensue. The effects of the spray lasted 8 to twelve hours, depending on how many hits the user took.

Madlyne sucked at poker and also addicted to xXx. She would usually end up at the cutoff size while the other players were still much, much larger, and the "lifeguard" of course, was still at normal size. Madlyne would be a "sex toy" for the other girls, and subjected to being fondled, her body being sucked on by the other girls, finally used as a vibrator by being inserted into the vaginas of her Sisters while they masturbated. Some of the girls couldn't understand why Madlyne kept participating in the games, being used and abused in the end as she usually did. Madlyne never complained, she just kept getting more of the spray from her source and getting the parties started each weekend.

[DocRick]

As a child, Bonnie had an insatiable urge to indulge in sweets and she was overweight most of her childhood. Until she started high school, when she gave up on candy, cakes, soft drinks and other empty caloric sweets. Finding that eating honey usually subdued her urges, she would dip her finger into a jar of honey and lick and suck the sweet nectar to satisfy her need for sweets. By her junior year, she had shed all the excess weight and was now quite a stunner.

Now in collage, she shared a dorm room with a girl named Katie. They became best friends and did everything together, whether it was hiking in the local state park, hanging out at one of the many collage town bars or whatever they decided to do. Katie was working as an assistant to the professor in the Microbiophysiology department and one fateful day, a malfunction in the experimental Matter Manipulator resulted in her being miniaturized to approximately 5 inches tall. With no family willingly to take custody of her, Katie was placed in the care of her best friend and roomie, Bonnie. They still did a lot of things together, but now Bonnie had to take the lead as Katie's chef, chauffer and bodyguard. She didn't really mind, but having so much of her time devoted to taking care of Katie sometimes got a little wearying, not to mention she was a little jealous of all the attention Katie was getting now.

One Saturday evening, the girls were hanging out in their dorm room as had become the norm. Katie was practicing her yoga on the coffee table, Bonnie sitting on the couch watching a movie on Netflix. She got a craving for something sweet and went into the kitchen and got the jar of honey out of the cupboard. She returned to the couch, opened the jar and was about to stick her finger into the gooey substance when she looked down at Katie doing "Downward Facing Dog". She set the jar down and reached over and plucked up Katie from her mat. Bonnie peeled off Katie's yoga pants and T-shirt and as the protesting tiny girl struggled in her grip, she drizzled some honey on her body and proceeded to lick and suck on Katie as if she were Bonnie's finger. Bonnie repeatedly dipped Katie's body into the honey and sucked it off of her while teasing her vagina with the tip of her tongue. Katie's protests soon transformed into sighs, moans, then cries of extasy as Bonnie brought her to orgasm again and again. From then on, until the professor repaired the Matter Manipulator and restored Katie to her normal size, honey was always on Bonnie's shopping list, written in ragged letters as if written by a tiny lady using a giant pencil..........

[DocRick]

Emily and Gretchen were two of our best EMTs on the Anaheim Village volunteer fire department. Dedicated and professional, they were always ready to serve the community. That is, until they responded to an emergency at Size Matters, Inc for an unknown type of emergency. Failing to take proper PPE precautions, they were exposed to the leaking Matter Manipulator and subsequently miniaturized.

While waiting for repairs to the business and machines, the two tiny girls still hung around the firehouse just looking cute in their doll fire gear and the toy ambulance the Chief brought in. Their antics provided a much needed moral boost to the other firefighters and the calendar they modeled for brought in quite a bit of money for the department.

[DocRick]

Johanna and Bryan had dated all through high school. Now, graduated, Bryan had gone to an out of state college, leaving Johanna at home. Desperately missing him Johanna begged their friend, Michael, who was the son of the famed microbiophysiologist Professor Thorton, to miniaturize her and mail her overnight express to his dorm room on the college campus. He agreed to help them, so using his father's invention, the matter manipulator, he would shrink her to around five inches, then package her in a ventilated box with packing peanuts to protect her from being jostled around too much and mailed her to him. She would stay with him for a week, even though she had to stay tiny the entire time, then he would mail her back to Michael who would restore her to normal size.

She visited him five times over the next year like this. The next time, the courier made a mistake and delivered her to the wrong dorm room. The guy who received the package, opened it and was stunned to see the beautiful tiny girl inside. Johanna begged him to take her to Bryan's room, but he ignored her pleas and started jotting things down on a notepad......

[DocRick]

Her existence having to still remain a secret, my Borrower girlfriend still enjoys some of the finer things the Bean world has to offer. Some evenings we would dress up and have a fancy dinner on the patio and pretend we were at a fancy restaurant. I can't cook, but she can, so under her guidance, I can whip up a five-star meal, just for the two of us.

[DocRick]

I've always liked these models that pose with oversized objects, one of the most common is giant chess pieces. I would like to believe they have a fantasy of being a tiny, so just to indulge them, I like to give them a "hand".

[DocRick]

Another model gets her fantasy of being tiny fulfilled......

[DocRick]

Going into her office at Size Matters, Inc. early, Clare discovered her new assistant Jenna photographed some classified documents of the experimental work Professor Thorton was doing. She contacted security who took her into custody and escorted her to the Matter Manipulator lab where she was miniaturized. Her cellphone and all her clothing were put into the incinerator and burst to ashes. Clare took Jenna home with her that night and put her in a hamster cage she had in the attic.

On Christmas Eve, Clare was hosting a party for the senior staff at the company, all of which were aware of Professor Thorton's work with miniaturization. Just before the party started, she looked at Jenna in her cage. Pathetic spy, she thought. But then, she said to Jenna, "It's too bad you had to be a corporate spy. You could have gone up in the company and now you're at the bottom. Although.......I think you should at least join us in the party this evening and even rise up a little in your "status"."

With that, she reached into the hamster cage. Jenna tried to elude the huge hand but Clare trapped her in a corner. Encasing her in her fist, she lifted Jenna out of the cage, squirming and writhing in her grip. Clare carried Jenna over to her desk and finding a wood drafting pencil and some glittery string and gold twist ties, she tied Jenna's ankles and wrists to the pencil. Carrying her over to the Christmas tree, she hung Jenna on one of the branches just below eye level.

"There" Clare said to the still struggling girl. "I wouldn't wriggle around too much. It's a long way to floor. Just hang out and enjoy the party. The guests will be here soon, including Professor Thorton's son. You remember him? The one who grabbed your ass that day? I think this just might be the best party he's ever been invited to, for him at least."

[DocRick]

Crystal was a single mother of a young daughter, Suzie. She worked long hours and often needed to find a babysitter at short notice. She also realized her housekeeping was beginning to suffer. The house she had inherited had a mother-in-law cottage so she got the idea of hiring a live-in nanny so she wouldn't have to worry about finding a babysitter at short notice.

After extensive interviews of many applicants, she found one she really liked. A single African American woman of twenty-eight, a student at the local collage named Monique. She hired her on a trial basis, and she worked out wonderfully. She and Cystal's daughter hit it off immediately. Monique was a great cook and often made meals not only for herself and Suzie, but the three of them often had meals together.

Crystal had always had a love for the "Through the Looking Glass" story and collected many high-end collectables, particularly of Alice. She had porcelain figurines, antique Alice dolls as well as some very well-crafted more modern Alice dolls. Her daughter also loved the Alice in Wonderland movies and cartoons and had a large amount of Alice in Wonderland based toys, from Happy Meal figures to Barbie Doll Alices.

Crystal and Suzie took a day trip to give Monique a break for her studying. While driving through the Massachusetts backcountry, she saw an antique shop nestled back in the woods. In addition to her love for the literary figure of Alice, she loved antiques. She stopped and she and Suzie browsed through the store. The proprietor of the shop was an elderly lady. She had a bit of a hunchback and dressed in very old style peasant dress and babushka. Crystal hadn't found anything she was interested in until in a box of miscellaneous small items, she found a bottle with a "Drink Me" label with a skeleton key tied to it. It looked quite old, though it still contained a purplish fluid. Crystal had several of these bottles from the story, but this one was different. Even though it was more than she would normally have spent on a knickknack, she decided to buy it. At the end of the day, the two returned home, picking up dinner for them and Monique.

A few weeks later, Crystal had to go out of town for weekend to attend a relative's funeral. She had never left Suzie with Monique for longer than a day, but Monique said she had no plans for the weekend and would be more than happy to take care of Suzie for the weekend. Crystal left on Friday, returning late Sunday evening.

She was shocked by what she came home to.....Suzie was having a tea party in the playroom. She had set the table with her toy teacup and saucer and several of her Happy Meal Alice in Wonderland toys. Standing ON the table was Monique. Dressed in one of Crystal's higher quality Alice in Wonderland doll dresses, she was now only five inches tall !!!

Also on the table was the "Drink Me" bottle she had purchased at that strange antique store. It had been opened and some of the liquid was missing. Suzie told her she had poured some of it into Monique's teacup and she turned into a doll, at least a doll to Suzie who didn't seem to understand what had actually happened.

As Crystal looked down at the terrified miniature Monique, two thoughts crept into her mind: First, she was going to need a new nanny. Second, she wondered if she still had that old hamster cage in the attic..........

[DocRick]

Wanda had taken a job as a housekeeper for Professor Thorton since the professor and his wife worked long hours and needed someone to take care of the house. What they didn't know was Wanda actually worked for a competitor of his and she was assigned to apply for the job in order to steal Professor Thorton's data on his experiments in "matter manipulation".

Professor Thorton had a home office that he often worked in late at night and a lot of his notes on his experiments and the plans for the matter manipulator were locked in his office, the one room Wanda was not permitted to clean. This didn't stop Wanda as she was skilled in the art of lockpicking. She waited for a two weeks, getting the lay of the house and studying the security system and getting to know the family, especially the children because they can often be a good source of information adults would know better than to disclose to the "help".

With the kids at school, the professor and his wife at work, Wanda decided to act. She picked the lock to the professor's office. She had already made herself familiar with the house security system and knew there were no cameras or alarms in or outside of the office, just perimeter sensors and camera outside the house.

She began to search the office, first the papers on the desk, then the desk drawers and then moved to a bookcase full of binders with labels indicating their contents. Still finding nothing of consequence, she noticed two binders on top of the bookcase, way out of her reach. Taking off her shoes, she climbed onto the desk and reached up for binders. She suddenly noticed a tiny red dot on her arm but before she could react, a flash of light enveloped her. Her skin began to tingle, then the sensation began to penetrate into her, even all the way down to her bones. She became lightheaded and dropped to her knees on the desk. When her head cleared, she found herself in a room the size of an auditorium. She walked to the edge of the desk, then walked the perimeter of the desk and found no way she could get down and jumping was totally out of the question. As she looked around, it became apparent to her that she had tripped some kind of security system that had miniaturized her. As she stood on the football sized desk, looking around at the now giant-sized pencils, pens, stapler and other office supplies, she knew that she was screwed and the only thing she could do is wait until someone comes home and finds her, hopefully restoring her to normal. Her employer would handle the courts, and she knew she wouldn't go to jail, at least not for very long.

She heard the front door open and slam closed. She listened closely to see if she could determine who it was who had just come home, then she heard the voice of the eight year daughter.....

"Why is Daddy's door open? I better take a look."

Before Wanda could find a place to hide, a tiny hand reached for her and grabbed her off the desk. She was carried to the playroom where she was dropped onto the floor among the other dolls and doll clothes this girl played with. As the child began to pick up various doll clothing items, Wanda got a lump in her throat as she realized what was about to happen next..........

[DocRick]

When Michael Thorton's girlfriend, Samantha, broke up with him two days before Christmas, his sister Rachael wasn't gonna take it lying down. She went to her father, Professor Thorton's home laboratory and "borrowed" his invention, the Matter Manipulator. Then a stop at a Christmas store and a rather unique doll store to pick up a few things, then she staked out the store Samantha worked at until she got off work.

Later that night, Christmas Eve, she snuck into her brother's apartment and left him a couple of presents on the mantle. It's gonna be a merry Christmas for Michael after all......not so much for Samantha.

[HHunter1]

Whole new meaning to, "All I want for Christmas is you."

HH1

[QTips]

You know, Professor Thorton really needs to invest in some better locks for his lab.

[DocRick]

Whole new meaning to, "All I want for Christmas is you."

HH1

[DocRick]

You know, Professor Thorton really needs to invest in some better locks for his lab.

If he did, I wouldn't have a good story line anymore.

[QTips]

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