Doc's World

[DocRick]

Well, pet, at first anyway.

The unknown is the scariest thing.....

[DocRick]

" Wow, Professor. Your miniaturization spray really worked !!! I'm tiny !!! But I have to get to my next class, so could you please make me big again? By the way, what's that cage for? We don't have any birds in the lab. Oh.............."

[QTips]

Thank God for dumb female college students. What would shrinking labs do without them?

[DocRick]

Thank God for dumb female college students. What would shrinking labs do without them?

It would be a very boring world.......

[DocRick]

Haley had been invited to a party at one of the University Professor's home to celebrate a major breakthrough in the "Matter Manipulation" project. The fact that the professor's daughter Stephanie, was her major rival for a special grant competition and she and Haley despised each other didn't matter. She hoped to make some connections with the grant foundation administrators to help her win the grant. During the party she decided to wander around the house which was a fully restored 300 year old mansion. In one room, she discovered an incredible 1/12 scale model of a library the professor was planning on creating when another part of the house was remodeled.

Returning to the party, she had a few drinks prepared by the professor's personal bartender. A sudden onset of lightheadedness forced her to find somewhere to sit down for a while and she chose a private sitting room that was not being used. She jerked herself awake, thinking, "Oh shit. I must have passed out." Struggling to stand, she looked around the room and couldn't figure out where she was. It wasn't the sitting room, it was too big of a room. It was a library. A grand library with shelves of old books and stained wood walls and floors. It looked familiar, but she couldn't place it. Then it came to her.....it looked just like the model of the library she had seen earlier in the evening, but how could that be? The full-sized library wasn't even under construction yet.......

A familiar laughter bellowed from above her, jolting her out of her thoughts. It sounded like Stephanie, but much, much louder and deeper. Haley looked up to see there was no ceiling on the room she was in, and she saw a monstrous sized face of Stephanie looking down at her.

"So," the giant Stephanie laughed as she looked down at the now 5-inch-tall Haley. "It would appear my competition for the grant has become significantly............diminished."

[DocRick]

"Confession time.....but let me start from the beginning: Mom died in childbirth, leaving my dad to raise me as an only child. A few years later, he met a single mother of a daughter who was born a week after I was. We lived in a very rural community, so I didn't have any male friends nearby, so I grew up playing with my stepsister. She liked to play with dolls, and I found a strange fascination with dressing the dolls up and then undressing them. When I started middle school, I got into football and basketball and my playing with dolls came to an end. After high school, we both went to college and that's when it happened. My stepsister was assisting in an experiment in her Microbiophysiology Lab when a malfunction of the matter manipulator left her a mere 6 inches tall. Since she could no longer attend classes, she was sent back home while I continued my studies. Eventually, I met a girl, we moved in together, and we had a child, a daughter."

"Five years later, stepmom and dad were killed in a car accident. With no other living relatives, my stepsister was put into my custody. While I was cleaning out the house to sell it, I came across a box of her old dolls and doll clothes. Instead of throwing them out, I took them back to our new home, as the dolls we had played with as kids were just about the size she was now. Our daughter and my stepsister began to play together with the old dolls and some new ones we bought her, and I started feeling some long-suppressed urges. One day, when my girlfriend and daughter were out, I approached the dollhouse my stepsister lived in and saw her trying on some of the doll clothes. She didn't notice me and I silently stood there and watching her get dressed, then undressed again. Then, succumbing to the memories of our childhood, I reached in the dollhouse and grabbed her in my hand. She squirmed and screamed, but I was unmoved by her fear as I began to strip her of the doll clothes she had on and redressing her with other clothes, finding a particular interest in lingerie and other revealing garments. When she threatened to tell my girlfriend about this, I carried her to a window and let her watch a couple feral cats tearing apart a bird they had killed. She got really quiet, and I knew our secret was secure."

"A few months later, I got caught playing with my stepsister when my girlfriend came home early. To my surprise and relief, instead of getting angry, she joined in and soon was shopping online for other exotic doll clothes and we would both play with her after putting our daughter to bed, dressing and undressing her in sexy outfits and making her parade around in front of us. We began to use her as a sex toy, sometimes separately, sometimes together, adding a new spice to our own sex life."

"Once a proud and beautiful young lady with aspirations of becoming a doctor, my stepsister's existence was now reduced to a life of being a doll for our daughter during the day and a sex toy for my girlfriend and I at night."

[DocRick]

Kidnapped and shrunk by another worker at "Size Matters, Inc", Gabriel has been subjected to various humiliations and abuses over the past week by her captor. Taped to a table, tied hand and foot, sometimes tied to random objects, but today when she saw the items that had just been delivered by Amazon spread on the desk, she realized that she hadn't experienced anything to the level of what was about to happen to her..........

[DocRick]

The virus, colloquially known as the "shrinking virus", had been released from a clandestine lab in an authoritarian country and had now run its course. Nearly one-third of the world's population was affected, the victims of the virus left miniaturized from 3 inches to two feet tall. World leaders held a summit and decided unanimously they could not afford to support the victims financially, so they stripped the virus's victims of their human rights, making them property instead of persons.

First the family, spouses, parents or children of the victims were awarded custody, though in reality, ownership, of the victims. Others were released to friends who were willing to take them in. The rest, without family or friends, were sold through auctions. Some of them were lucky and were treated like tiny friends, others who were not so lucky found themselves now living a life as pets or sex toys.

Ashley, an orphan who was attending the university when she contracted the virus was sold in one of the auctions to a middle-aged woman of questionable morals. Here, in the final stage of her processing, the heavily sedated Ashley has the mandatory identification barcode tattooed on her rump before being picked up by what is euphemistically called her "caretaker."

[DocRick]

For a girl, Cassidy was a total nerd. She loved SciFi and particularly, playing Warhammer 40K. So, when she was accidentally miniaturized when the matter manipulator malfunctioned in the Microbiophysiology lab, she was unable to play with us anymore. She couldn't hold the card and had a hard time throwing the dice. So I used the 3D printer to make her a Space Marine outfit so she could really get into the game. I just wish I wouldn't have made her hammer out of metal......after every game, I have to spend hours putting the rest of the game pieces back together !!!

[DocRick]

A couple I made for a birthday photoshop request. Interesting how mothers seem to like images of their "little girls" as "little girls"........

[DocRick]

Jennifer had been waiting for her "Internet Date" to show up at the bar for nearly two hours. She tried calling and texting him, but he never responded. She stared at his screen name...."Shotz". He had said he was a doctor and giving vaccinations at the free health clinic was one of his favorite jobs. Giving up, she finished her drink, the last of several drinks the bartender had given her "on the house" while she waited and went to the restroom to pee before calling for an Uber to take her home. Disappointed and depressed, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, wondering what was wrong with her that she couldn't seem to find a man....a real man. Tall and handsome, the kind that opened doors for her, held his hand on the small of her back while walking through doorways, a guy with big hands that when he held her, she felt really held, safe and secure, just like she had typed in her dating profile. True, she was short, only about 5 feet tall, but she was very fit, had a nice body, nice hair and a cute face. Most men she knew seemed to like taller, more Amazonian type women and treated her like she was just a child. Just because she was so short and had red hair and freckles? It made her furious and sad at the same time.

Suddenly she noticed something. The counter she was leaning on was getting higher and the mirror was getting bigger. No, she realized. Nothing was getting bigger or higher, SHE was getting smaller !!!!! Within seconds, the counter was over her head. When she stopped shrinking, she estimated she was about 5 inches tall. Just then, the restroom door opened. She instinctively ran behind the trash can to hide as two women walked in.

"Did you see that shrimp at the end of the bar?" one of them said to the other.

"Yeah. What a loser. She's so short I could probably step on her and squish her like a bug." the other replied with a laugh, eliciting a hardy laugh from the other woman.

Shaken, hearing what the woman had said, Jennifer hid until they left. She stayed in the restroom until after closing. No one else had come in and she figured everyone had gone home. She slipped under the restroom door and carefully made her way back to the bar. She didn't see anyone around. She stood there for a moment wondering what to do when she heard a voice from above. "Hello." She spun around and found herself looking at a pair of men's shoes. As she tilted her head back, her eyes traveled up a pair of pants, belt, shirt finally the face of the bartender. She staggered back a few steps and started to turn to run when he said, "Please. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I want to help you."

She stopped and turned back around. The bartender had leaned down and placed his hand on the floor, palm up. "Let me help you. Please, climb onto my hand."

"CLIMB ONTO HIS HAND !!!! Is he nuts?" she thought. But then she started to think. "I'm in deep shit here. I don't know what happened to me, but I can't make it home by myself. I can't even get my phone out of my purse", which was sitting on her barstool. The bartender hadn't moved. His hand was still on the floor. He was smiling sweetly at her. He had been really nice to her while she was waiting for her no-show date, and he could have just grabbed her if he had any bad intentions towards her. She had to trust someone.....she walked towards his hand, placing her hands on his palm. It felt like a warm, firm mattress and it was as big as her king-sized mattress at home. She lifted one leg and put her knee on his palm, then the other one. She crawled to the center of his hand, sat down and settled herself, still amazed at the size of his hand, which was warm and soft. His fingers and thumb curled up and slightly in, giving her a feeling that he was protecting her.

"Ready?" he said before lifting his hand. She nervously nodded and his hand raised slowly. She glanced over the side of his hand and shook when she realized she was fifty feet off the ground !!! He picked up her purse from her barstool and put it in his backpack which he hung over one of his shoulders. He carried her to the door, where he stopped and closed and locked the door with his free hand, and started walking down the sidewalk towards the parking lot.

As he was walking, he suddenly dawned on her that he didn't seem shocked or even surprised to find her. If she had found a tiny person, she was surely be stunned for a moment at least. He hadn't charged her for any of the drinks he made for her. The drinks did have a rather odd though pleasing taste to them. Different from any drinks she had ever had before........She looked up at his face and he was just alternating between glancing down at her and looking towards the parking lot. A strange feeling crept into her throat, almost causing her to cough. She felt a cold sweat start even through it was a very warm night. As the bartender entered the parking lot, she saw there was only one car in the lot. Not surprising, as it was late. He walked towards the car, a red Ford Mustang. She had always liked Mustangs. A free-spirited kind of car and she had planned on buying one when she saved up enough money. She glanced at the license plate, just below the running horse emblem on the back of the car and her heart skipped a beat........

"SHOTZ"

[DocRick]

Stuff I made for a photoshop group. Usually gets positive responses from the subject and others. A few have asked for some more, a little more racy images, but I still don't do anything over an "R rated" images in PMs.

"We are not alone"

[DocRick]

I don't know what's going on here, but I liked the way the image came out.

[DocRick]

I know it's silly, but I always bring home one symbolic souvenir from wherever I go on vacation. Usually a little model of a famous landmark. The kind you find in the airport gift shop or the little kiosks on the sidewalks in the center of town. Something that makes one instantly recognize where it's from. I know it's lame, but whatever. I found this Eiffel Tower in one little shop, so I bought it to take home to remind me of my trip to France.

And I'll admit, sometimes I rent a prostitute to keep me company if I'm going to be there for a few days or more. I really hate the bar scene. Paris has some new girls this year from a newly discovered island off the coast of Africa. Seems an undiscovered race of tiny people, like the Lilliputians in "The Three Worlds of Gulliver" was found. They kidnapped some of them and make them work to pay their way back home. So, I decided to try one on this trip. What the Hell. It might be fun............

This trip I'll be bringing home TWO souvenirs. The second one just doesn't know it yet.

[DocRick]

While attending the university fraternity/sorority spring bash, Kali drank too many White Claws and really had to pee. She found a line at the portapotties and didn't think she could wait. Looking around, she saw a small tool shed so she slipped behind it, dropped her pants, squatted down and peed. With a sigh of relief, she stood up and pulled her pants up, and suddenly noticed she was standing in a puddle. Stepping out of the puddle, she noticed that it smelled like piss and it was all over her bare feet. She stepped out of it and looked for some grass to wipe off her feet only to see a jungle of three and four foot tall grass. Odd, she thought to herself. She didn't remember any ornamental grass planted around here. She walked around the corner of the shed to the rear of the bleachers and realized something was really, really wrong. The bleachers were huge. Taller than the tallest building on campus. She kept walking under the bleachers, her mind still not comprehending what was going on. Then she saw two beer can shaped things, as tall as she was. She thought at first they were inflatables, but when she put her hands on them, they felt like metal and were very cold. Totally confused and overwhelmed, she leaned back against the "cans" and sank to the ground.

Then she heard a voice......from above her !!!

"Well, well, well. Our little rat feels like she is lost in a maze. She shouldn't have squealed on me and my girls for using AI to write our midterm papers in Microbiophysiology. I took the liberty of borrowing the matter manipulator and used it on you. But don't you worry your pretty LITTLE head. We have the perfect accommodations at our sorority house. The perfect new home for a rat like you. An aquarium with all the comforts of home."

Kali jumped up and spun around to see one of the girls in her rival sorority, Kandace. She turned to run but it was too late as Kandace's hand reached out and her fingers wrapped around Kali's 5 inch tall body, lifting her off her feet and depositing her in her purse. Barely able to hear her through the fabric of the purse, she heard Kandace saying that tonight was girl's night in and it's gonna be a lot of fun for all the girls......except one.

[DocRick]

Georgina was infatuated with the Disney Aladdin story. She bought everything and anything related to the movie, including the DVDs, books, magazines and of course, toys and other collectable figurines. One day, browsing in a junkshop, she saw a brass lamp that closely resembled the one in the movie. She bought it and took it home. Later that night, she dressed in a costume she had made for a pending cosplay convention. She held the lamp and thought it made the perfect accessory, replacing the plastic one she had been using. She stood in front of her collection of Disney Aladdin toys, holding the lamp to her breast, she closed her eyes and said to herself, "How I wish I could live in their world..........."

A blue smoke began to pour out of the lamp's spout. Coughing and gasping for breath, Georgina dropped the lamp and pulled the veil off her head. When the smoke cleared, she looked around and realized she was no longer in her room. She saw several Aladdin toys around her, but now they were the same size as her !!!! Then she saw a child the size of a house sitting on the ground playing with one of the toys. As she stood there completely bewildered, the child saw her. As a giant pudgy hand began to reach for her, she remembered what she had said about wishing to live in "their" world and discovered that you should really be careful as to what you wish for......you just might get it.

[DocRick]

After his office assistant was accidentally miniaturized during a test of the Matter Manipulator, Professor Thorton, CSO and CEO of "Size Matters, Inc" bought Clarice a fully functional miniature computer and telephone so she could keep working until they can figure out what went wrong.

"Clarice, the phone's for you."

[DocRick]

When Teri was accidentally miniaturized in a mishap with the Matter Manipulator in her Microbiophysiology class, she thought any hope for happiness was dashed. She was sure her boyfriend Joe, would never want to have a relationship with a five inch tall girl, but to her surprise, he still wanted to be with her. She even tried to break up with him, thinking it was better for him, but he persisted and to her shock and delight, he proposed to her. And she said "Yes".

Her friends wanted to throw her an engagement party so Joe took her to the bar where the party was planned and left her in the care of her girlfriends. Unfortunately, Jolene (the platinum blonde) a self-centered and vindictive girl Joe had once dated and broken up with, and her bestie, Raven, had plans to make this night a living Hell for Teri......

[DocRick]

Dang it.
When will people learn, don't trust rubber ducks...they shrink people

They never learn........

[DocRick]

After four years of service, I was finally discharged from the military. However, my happiness of being a civilian again was diminished by the loss of both my parents two weeks before I got home. As the only child, I inherited their entire estate which left me quite a nice nest egg. I couldn't live in the family home anymore, so I liquidated everything and bought a Victorian house in a very rural part of central Virgina. I spent the next six months painting the walls, refinishing the floors and updating the plumbing and wiring. The basement was full of crap from the last owner, and I didn't feel like tackling it right away, so I just stayed out of it as much as possible.

During this time, some weird things happened. Little things would disappear and sometimes I would find the leftover food scraps gone from the kitchen trashcan. I thought I had a mouse infestation, so I set a bunch of traps and didn't think too much more about it, even though the traps never caught any mice.

Then one spring day, a horrific thunderstorm came through. I learned my basement leaked....leaked, Hell, I now had a three foot deep indoor swimming pool !!!! I had an old pump, so I set it up outside to discharge the water to a nearby creek and dragged the intake hose down into the basement, where I had the shock of my life.......floating on the surface was a tiny girl clinging to a piece of wood. I couldn't believe my eyes. Sure, I had read books about "little people" as a child. "The Three Worlds of Gulliver" and "The Borrowers" but I never believed there was any truth behind them. I carefully scooped her out of the water and forgetting about the flooded basement, I carried her upstairs. I gently removed her soaking wet clothes and wrapped her in a warm, soft cloth. She was still unconscious but breathing so I just held her in my hands until she woke up.

Understandable, she was terrified when she woke up and saw me. I had to hold her firmly, but gently to keep her from squirming out of my hand. She finally settled down, so I set her down on the kitchen counter and she immediately jumped up and tried to run. I caught her just before she fell off the edge of the counter and she struggled like a little tiger trying to escape. Finally, for her own safety and to avoid the risk of accidently hurting her, I put her in an old hanging birdcage that I had pulled out of the garage. I gave her back the cloth to wrap up in and put a small plate of food, cut up into tiny pieces and a bottle cap of water in the cage and left her alone.

Returning to the basement to finish setting up the pump, sadly I found two more tiny people, an adult male and female, drowned and floating on the top of the water. I put their bodies into a box and left it on the steps. I assumed these were my tiny girl's parents so I would give them a respectable burial later.

Gretta, as I later learned was her name, was still terrified of me. I did learn that she was from a race of humans called Borrowers. And I was a Bean, so she would call me "Mr. Bean". I had to keep her in the cage whenever I could not keep her under total supervision as I knew she could never survive on her own and she would still try to escape anytime she saw an opportunity. However, after a week, I don't know if she had simply given up or began to understand that I was not going to eat or "squish" her, she relaxed a little and we were able to sit and talk. I would set her on a barstool near where I was still working on the house. Sometimes she would try to help, pulling nails or screws out of the box and handing them to me. It didn't take very long before her fear of me turned to acceptance, then mutual trust and finally an odd couple sort of friendship developed. No longer having to keep her in a cage, I made her a doll house, really just a bedroom in a box, and put it on the nightstand next to my bed. Here, she would have privacy, but still close enough she would be safe. All her clothing had been lost in the flood of the basement, but she was able to make a few things, mainly just wrap around skirts and dresses, until I could find a line of doll clothing for a 5 inch tall girl.

I had enough money from my inheritance, much of it I invested and received healthy monthly dividends from it, so I didn't have to find a job just yet. We stayed around the house a lot, sometimes taking hikes in the woods surrounding it and found a small stream where I would soak my feet and Gretta would swim around. I purchased a second iPhone and set it up in a "lounge" I made for her to hang out in when I had to leave the house for a while. I finally found a toy store in the nearby town and found a line of clothing that were for dolls just her size. Even though the cloth was still a little thick, the clothes fit her nicely and she didn't have to wear rags anymore.

Over the next few years, it was only Gretta and me. I rarely went into town except to shop for groceries and for Gretta and never made any new friends or met any other women. A couple times, one of my old buddies I served with would stop by to chat about old times, but I explained to Gretta that no one else could know about her. I trusted my buddies with my life, but not my money or my girl. Things began to change between us. Gretta no longer slept in her room but snuggled up under my chin at night. One morning, I woke up to a tickle on my lower lip. It was Gretta kissing me. Not like the little pecks I would plant on the top of her head, or she would on the tip of my nose, but an honest to God attempt to kiss me !!! One thing led to another and soon we were in love.

The next few weeks were a blur. We began a physical relationship, obviously unable to do things we could do with a person our own respective sizes, but we found ways to make it work. I would still go into town once a month or so for food and necessities and a stop at the toy store. It turns out that whether 5 inches or 5 feet, one common trait among all women remains the same......

They love new shoes !!!

[MiniMary]

Dang it.
When will people learn, don't trust rubber ducks...they shrink people

They never learn........

Cue the Beatles “Ticket to Ride”

[DocRick]

Even after Cassandra was miniaturized in a lab mishap at the university's Microbiophysiology lab, she insisted in staying in school. She was moved into a dorm room with another student with the same class schedule as hers and she would carry Cassandra to her classes and around the campus as necessary. Cassandra's popularity around campus skyrocketed and she and her roommate even started going on double dates, as Cassandra was not permitted to be alone with anyone with the exception of her escort. One afternoon, a girl gave Cassandra's escort a note inviting the two of them to a sorority party.

The two coeds were excited. This was the most prestigious sorority, with all the prettiest girls as sisters. The night of the party they got all dolled up and spent two hours trying on clothes, finally deciding on matching little black skirts. They arrived at the party and were quickly offered drinks, Cassandra's drinks in a thimble. Her escort quickly got drunk and passed out on the couch, never knowing that a sedative had been slipped into her drink.

With her escort incapacitated, the sorority girls stripped Cassandra out of her dress and began to pass her around among them. One would dangle her by her feet, another would squeeze her grape-sized breasts or poke her in her butt. Then one of the girls came out of the kitchen with a bowl of chocolate fondue. The girl currently in possession of Cassandra eyes widened and an evil grin spread across her face. She plunged Cassandra in the melted chocolate then shoved her feet first into her mouth as she licked and sucked all the sweet candy off of her like she was giving the football teams quarterback a blowjob. When she was finished, she passed Cassandra off to the next sister who dunked Cassandra again then licked her clean. Before the bowl was empty, seven of the sisters had had a turn at her, leaving her totally exhausted and humiliated. By this time, her escort had recovered from her sedative induced slumber and finding a sobbing and naked Cassandra on the coffee table, grabbed her up, yelled obscenities at the still laughing girls and stormed out of the sorority house.

The incident was never reported. Cassandra tried to avoid the sorority sisters, but she was unable to avoid them, getting obscene looks from them such as sucking on their fingers or making fishlip faces at her. She eventually left school and returned home.

[DocRick]

For no particular reason........

[DocRick]

Grabbed on the beach

[DocRick]

I don't know what exactly is going on here, but I liked the way the light accented her upper body.