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1980's vintage SW

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A Doll's Life

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A few more images made on requests or photoshop groups

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A deary rainy day so my Borrower friend and I decided to finally assemble the R/C Land Rover I bought her.



When the rain finally stopped, we took it out for a test run.



The inevitable result of an afternoon of playing in the mud.



Followed by a nice bath and a little romance in the evening.

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Happy "National Adopt a Pet Day" !!!

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Slamming the door to her MG, Jennifer put the key into the ignition and turned it. The old car sputtered twice, then the engine roared into life. Leaving black tire marks on the parking lot pavement outside her boyfriend's apartment, she slammed through the gears, barely touching the clutch or the brake as she sped out onto the street. She took the road out of town, traveling way over the speed limit, right past Sheriff Colstone. "Nope", the sheriff thought to himself. "She's in one of her moods and I really don't want to deal with her today." Jennifer continued out of town and onto the backcountry roads.

"Don't be such a little girl", her boyfriend had said to her. THAT infuriates her. The youngest and only girl with four older brothers, she was only 4'-11" and had suffered through 18 years of being called "short stuff", "half pint", "munchkin" and "midget" by her brothers. Her mother called her her "Little Angel" and her father introduced her as his "little girl". Her boyfriend called her his "Little Lady", unless they were fighting, and he switched to "Little Girl" She was sick and tired of it.

Jennifer drove for what seemed like hours driving down a country road totally absent of signs of civilization which suited her just fine. She didn't want to talk or even see another human being. Of course, the odds were they would be taller than her and that would just remind her of her diminutive size. Coming around a bend, she was suddenly stopped by a "BRIDGE OUT" sign. She turned around and started back the way she came when she realized she had no idea where she was. She pulled out her iPhone, but she was getting no signal. She had been driving for quite a while and couldn't remember if she had crossed any other roads. Finally, she saw an unimproved road leading into some cornfields with a DETOUR sign. Surely there was a farmhouse down that way where she could get some directions. The corn was nearly 8 feet tall, totally obscuring her vision of anything in the distance. She kept going for another hour when a sudden onset of nausea came on her. Jennifer slammed on the brakes, opened the driver's side door, leaned out and puked on the road, which now was more dirt than road. She rinsed her mouth out with a warm beer that was sitting in the cupholder from last night, wiped her mouth on her bandana, then started driving again. The cornfields had changed....still tall enough she couldn't see over them but now looked more like really tall ornamental grasses. But not in clumps, but whole fields of it. Maybe some type or wheat she thought. Looking down at the gas gauge, she saw it had slipped below 1/8 tank. "Great, now I'm really fucked. Lost and out of gas in the middle of nowhere." she thought to herself, feeling like she was in one of stupid television shows where the hero or heroine find themselves in another dimension.

Coming around a bend in the road, she saw a gas station. "THANK YOU GOD" she said out loud to no one. Jennifer pulled into the station and up to the pumps. She jumped out of her car, stretched her legs and her back, then walked over to the pump and pulled the nozzle out of the cradle. She stuck the nozzle into the gas tank filler and turned to put her credit card into the slot to pay for the gas. The card wouldn't go in the slot. In fact, there was no slot at all, just a painted line where the slot should be. Some kind of joke or something, she thought. She walked up to the station and tried to open the door, but the handle wouldn't turn and the door wouldn't budge. She pressed her face to the window and thought she saw someone sitting in a chair behind the register. She banged on the window, but the someone didn't move at all, seemingly asleep and stone deaf or something. Jennifer walked back to her car and picked up her iPhone. Still no signal. In frustration, she stood there trying to compose herself, staring at the useless gas station in front of her. Then her eyes started looking over the station and upwards. The trees were HUGE. They had to be a couple hundred feet tall. Like giant redwoods, but this is TEXAS !!!! Trees don't live long enough here to get that tall.

Jennifer felt the ground shake a little under her feet. Texas doesn't have earthquakes either. "WTF is going on !!!" she yelled. She turned away from the gas station and found herself looking at a pair of shoes. Big shoes. REALLY BIG SHOES. Each one was bigger than her car. Her eyes started rising upwards, until her head was so far back, she fell backwards against her car. It was impossible. This can't be happening. She was looking straight up at a giant so tall she couldn't even see its head blocked by its chest. One of the shoes slid backwards, stirring up a cloud of dust, as the giant began to kneel down. Immobilized with terror and shock, Jennifer slumped back against her car. She turned and tried to open the door, but a flick of the giant's finger slammed it shut again. One of the giant's hands grabbed onto the front of her car. She then saw the other hand coming towards her. In a panic, she looked left then right, but then it was too late to even try to run. Fingers nearly as long as she was tall reached out on each side of her, then slowly began to close into a fist. Unable to flee, she tried pushing on the fingers, then hitting them with her fists. She felt herself being forced away from the car, then wrapped completely around her. The thumb and index finger closed around her chest just below her breasts as the other three fingers wrapped around her right leg. Only her head, arms and left leg were not totally enclosed by this monstrous hand as she felt herself being lifted off the ground. The giant hand lifted her high enough to see over the seas of tall grass. She could see houses in the distance. It suddenly became evident to her, even though this was impossible, it wasn't the grass that was tall. The grass was just normal size grass, and it was SHE that was now tiny as a mouse. The giant now stood up, holding Jennifer 50 some feet off the ground in one hand, her car in the other. As it began carrying her towards a house, the immenseness and absurdity of the situation overcame her, and she fainted.

Jennifer was never seen again by her family, friends or boyfriend. The sheriff thought at first the boyfriend may have had something to do with it, but since he had seen her driving out of town alone, he had a valid alibi. Her car was never found either as it was now "parked" in front of a Lego gas station on a shelf of a teenage giant, next to a cage containing an impossibly tiny and terrified pretty girl. Jennifer, it seems, was just one more person turning up as missing after taking a detour onto a road ending at.......The Twilight Zone.














The background image of the car, gas station and hand was found on a scale modeler's site. The idea for this story came to me because it looked so real (the hand is real, the gas station and car are scale models) the idea came to me, remembering an episode of a Twilight Zone where a drunken couple found themselves as tiny pets of an alien child when they woke up from crashing their car.

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This lady on the Photoshop page wanted to be teleported to a Futurama world, but since it's only a cartoon, that was impossible. So, I shrunk her and gave her to a friend who collects Futurama figures and other collectables. I think they'll have fun together, once she gets used to being handled by a 60 foot tall woman !!!!!!

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This girl wanted some new clothes, but I spent all my money on the Matter Manipulator. So, I shrunk her and took her to the toy store to pick out her own clothes. At these prices, I can afford to buy her a new wardrobe.

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Random pics with no significance.

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STOP scrolling !!!!!!! Please read the narrative before viewing the image at the bottom.















Kyle came from money. Old family money, going back generations made off the sweat and backs of generations of the workers. His ego matched his bank account, and he made no effort to conceal it. His mother, beautiful and much younger than his father, wore too much makeup, especially around her eyes. Meredith suspected it was from physical abuse, and she had more than just speculation to go on. Whenever she and Kyle were out, he always held her by her upper arm. If another guy looked at her, his grip tightened uncomfortably, sometimes leaving bruises behind. He had never hit her, but once he put a guy in the hospital for smiling at her. Of course, his family's money and name prevented him being charged, the victim being paid off not to file a complaint. Kyle would often make statements of she belonging to him and she'll never be with anyone else. He even "accidently" broke her cell phone and bought her a new one, one she discovered had an app installed where he could remotely activate it and hear what was going on around her when they were apart. She was having second thoughts about continuing their relationship.

Kyle dropped her off at her apartment after their dinner date. Meredith casually brought up the subject that maybe they should cool off their relationship for a while. This angered Kyle who told her if he didn't have her, no one would. After he stormed off, she decided enough was enough. She packed up what she could carry, tossed the cell phone into a Greyhound bus going the opposite way she was going and fled the city in a different bus, finally stopping in a quaint small town. Using a fake ID under the first name of Molly she had from her underage drinking years, she bought a burner phone, rented a car and leased an apartment. She found a job as a barmaid where she was paid in cash at the end of her shift.

Six months had gone by, and she was beginning to feel safe from Kyle. Standing outside an Italian restaurant, she heard a voice behind her. A middle aged man, nice looking and very dignified said the food there was excellent and the prices were fair. He was to meet his wife for dinner, but an emergency at the hospital they both worked at forced her to stand him up. He asked if she would join him for dinner. She accepted, adamantly demanding to pay for her own meal. The restaurant was very busy and talked while waiting on their server to take their order. In the last six months, Meredith had not really talked to anyone, and she talked much more than she normally would to a stranger. At his suggestion, she ordered the veal parmigiana. He was not wrong....it was delicious. They ate, talked and laughed like two old friends.

Suddenly, she felt a stabbing pain in her lower right abdomen. She bent over and fell to the floor. The man knelt over her and told her that he believed she was having an acute appendicitis attack. He picked up his cell phone and called for an ambulance. When it arrived, she was loaded onto a gurney and wheeled outside and placed in the back of the ambulance. The man told her he would gather her purse and things and meet her there. Arriving at the hospital, she was wheeled into the ER, then through the ER to a back examination room. The man she had been having dinner with walked into the room and told her that he was a doctor, and she needed emergency surgery. An IV was started and she was given a sedative. She slowly faded into the blackness of sleep.

When Meredith awoke, she was lying on a cold metal floor. She couldn't see anything but realized she was naked, and some kind of collar was around her neck. A large metal pendant was attached to the collar. As her eyes began adjusting to the dark, she saw the name "Molly" on the pendant. Meredith slowly stood up and walked to edge of the metal floor. She felt bars, cold and metal. She was in a cage !!! A heavy canvas cloth covered the cage, blocking out the light. She tried to push on and lift the canvas, but it was too thick and heavy. She put her ear next to the cloth and could barely hear what was going on outside.....

"Now, item number 396, a pretty young lady named Savannah. We'll start the bidding at ten thousand dollars. Do I hear fifteen thousand, fifteen thousand, fifteen to the person on the left, do I hear twenty thousand, twenty thousand, twenty thousand to the person in the back........" The bidding went on and on and she finally heard "Sold to the person up front for seventy five thousand dollars."

Oh my God she thought. I've been taken by slave traders. She saw a board hanging on the cage. She managed to pull it towards her and tilt it a little and she saw the number 401. The bidding continued for numbers 397, 398, 399 and 400. Different names of woman, each woman being sold to the highest bidder. Then she heard "And now for our final item, number 401. A real beauty named Molly...."

The canvas was abruptly ripped off of the cage. She was blinded by the sudden assault of the lights spotlighting on her. She heard the bidding start...."Ten thousand dollars, do I hear fifteen thousand....." She could barely hear the auctioneer, her mind overwhelmed by what was happening. She tried to look out over the crowd of bidders but could only see silhouettes of heads and the paddle being raised as bids were given. She turned away from the crowd and saw a hand on the table behind the cage. A HUGE hand. It had to be ten feet from the tip of the middle finger to the heel of the palm. Stunned and bewildered, her eyes followed from the hand to the forearm, past the elbow, upwards towards the shoulder, then to the face.....the face of the man she had dinner with and said he was a doctor. She reached down to her right groin and felt around for an incision. There was nothing but smooth soft skin. She's tiny she thought. She's been shrunk to the size of a doll, but that was impossible. Turning back from the giant man who had decieved her, she began to hear the auctioneer again. Eighty thousand, eighty five, ninety, ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND, one hundred ten, now one fifteen, one twenty, one twenty five, one thirty, ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS.....going once, going twice....SOLD to the man in the back for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars."

Her head swimming, she couldn't believe that she had been miniaturized and sold to someone. This wasn't real. It had to be a nightmare. She bit into one of her fingers and pain documented to her that this was not a dream, but really happening. She looked back towards the crowd where she saw a hulking figure of a man slowly approaching her. The glare of the lights behind him concealed his face until he got right up to the table her cage was sitting upon. He slammed a huge stack of $100 dollar bills on the table, the stack big enough for her to use as a bed. She slowly raised her eyes towards the face of her new "owner". She saw a gleaming white smile appear, then he opened his mouth........

"Hello.....Meredith."


















Special thanks to forum artist yahedon for the use of the image of "Meredith".

[DocRick]

My little Borrower girlfriend loves when I come home with a bag from the toy store. She really loves her new battery operated motor cycle which she can operate all on her own. However, she doesn't always appreciate my sense of humor.........

[spazmo17]

Thank you DocRick for your tremendous output of great SW collage materiel. 72 pages here so far and much more, simply incredible!

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Thank you DocRick for your tremendous output of great SW collage materiel. 72 pages here so far and much more, simply incredible!

Thank you for your kind support. I hope to continue as long as my imagination keeps running wild.

[DocRick]

Helen had married a much older, wealthy industrialist and a few years later, found herself a widow after he suffered a fatal heart attack during sex. She also found herself the sole beneficiary of his vast estate and businesses. Hiring a trusted friend to serve as the CEO, she lived a life of luxury and leisure. She went through a string of suiters, finding all of them were more interested in gaining wealth and power than being with her. Confiding in a friend, she learned of a hotel owned by Professor Thorton, the famed microbiophysiologist where you could rent a prostitute to experience a special type of fantasy.....a miniature lover.

Intrigued, she booked a penthouse in hotel and after settling in, she browsed the special "Room Service" menu, selecting a young African American woman. While Helen was not a lesbian, she didn't want to deal with a man this time. An hour later, Room Service arrived with a sterling silver platter. After tipping the employee, she lifted the dome off of the tray to see a beautiful young woman wearing a simple black dress. A few other accessories were included, such as lingerie and a bathrobe. The two women introduced themselves and Helen picked up the girl, who said her name was Jasmine, and carried her over to the lounge. As she had rented Jasmine for the night, there was no reason to hurry. They chatted for a bit then began to discuss the night's activities.

"Forgive me," Jasmine said, "but this is the first time I've been rented by a woman. I'm not really sure what you want me to do."

Helen smiled at her and said, "Let's just play it by ear."

First, they nibbled on a few of the included hors d'oeuvres and drank some of the wine. Helen told Jasmine that she wanted to watch her perform a strip tease. Jasmine was well trained in exotic dancing and she put on a show that left Helen sweating. Helen said that she would like a shower to wash up from her plane flight, so she carried the naked Jasmine into the bathroom, setting her on the soap dish shelf while she performed a much more modest strip tease for Jasmine. She turned on the water, lathered up her hands with the body wash, then picked up Jasmine and gave her a very thorough body bath. Then she used the soaped-up Jasmine as a luffa and washed her own body, paying particular attention to rubbing her tiny slave on her breasts and vagina.

After their shower, she dried herself off, then dried Jasmine and applied a generous amount of skin lotion to herself and Jasmine. She put on her robe and handed Jasmine hers, then carried her back into the living room where they consumed more wine. Thoroughly horny now, Helen reached out and wrapped her hand around Jasmine and lifted her up where she could get a real good look at her and inhaling her perfume scented aroma. She started walking towards the bedroom, stopping at the table where she had left her purse. She reached into the purse and withdrew a condom. She handed the condom to Jasmine and continued towards the bedroom. Jasmine looked at the pizza box sized condom.

"I don't understand. What's this for? Neither of us have a.........."

Her sentence was stopped by the look Helen gave her. Jasmine shuddered in Helen's hand as she suddenly realized what was next on Helen's agenda.

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Having already set the world's record for the number of sexual partners in a 24 hour period, the influencer decided to do something different.....she had herself miniaturized and attempt to set a new record, this time being used as a sex toy with both males and females. Always concerned with health and hygiene, she still insisted on using protection with each of her giant partners.

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Yasmin had had her six children from four different fathers taken away for the fifth time, this time permanently. Tired of handing out money to these women, who just keep having more kids to increase their benefits, the government decided to start a new prevention program. On the third time a mother had her children taken away, they would be arrested, miniaturized and sold to the public, packaged with the appropriate accessories, through online auctions.

Yasmin, having been miniaturized and sold through the auction system, was horrified to find herself bought by the father of two of the children. As he had custody of the children, Yasmin would spend the rest of her life as a toy for the kids and when the kids are asleep, the father would get some "reimbursement" on all the child support he had wasted on her.

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Gina worked as a stripper at The Lounge Lizard, one of the strip joints owned by the gangster kingpin Big Lou. One day she was called into his office where he accused her of skimming his share of her tips. She tried to deny it but she was grabbed by one of his henchmen who put a chloroform soaked rag over her mouth and nose.

When she awoke, she found herself entombed in a clear plastic vacuform package with a circle shaped hole over her face so she could breathe. Barely able to turn her head, she looked around and immediately knew what had happened. She had heard rumors of this happening to girls who displeased Big Lou, but she really didn't believe it until now. She knew she had been miniaturized and was for sale at one of his Adult Toy Stores.

An hour had gone by when a young man stopped in front of her. She recognized him as one of the customers of The Lounge Lizard, a guy who always tipped her well and was never rude or disrespectful of her. She got his attention and begged him to help her. He gave her a wink and plucked her package from the peg and started towards the register. With a little bit of a feeling of relief that she had not been chosen by one of the many sickos and perverts that frequent her workplace, her heart fell when the guy stopped at the register and asked the cashier:

"Do you carry and scale size S&M accessories for this?"








I foresee having a lot of fun with these personal "Action Figure" AI images !!!

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An unintended release of a photograph taken behind the scenes of the Blue Origins NS-31 space mission.....

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More random images

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Desperate for attention, the social media influencer didn't take the time to read the fine print in her photoshoot contract.......

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Surely Scotch Tape would have been strong Enough.

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Surely Scotch Tape would have been strong Enough.

Walmart had cheap imported duct tape on sale.

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More random stuff

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Another one that overdosed on Ozempic.....the cure, given by suppository, can be worse than the condition !!!

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A tender moment with my pampered tiny.