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Cat and "mouse".

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Clare had gone to Tijuana with some of her friends on spring break. They were partying in one of the local bars and the others wanted to call it a night, but Clare was having fun with some local guys and decided to stay. A little while later she passed out and when she woke up, she found she had been miniaturized and given to the local cartel boss as a gift. It seems the cartel boss had a thing for tiny American women and Clare was now added to his collection.

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Julia had been working in the Barbie division of Mattel for several years and was due for a promotion. However, she found out through the grapevine that the area manager's niece Lizzy, who had been working there for less than six months and was trained by Julia, was getting the promotion. Angered by this betrayal, Julia obtained a vial of "shrinking formula" from a colleague who worked in R&D. She slipped in Lizzy's drink while the two were only in the employee lounge. Lizzy soon shrunk to doll size and Julia put her in an empty doll box, then hid the box in box of vintage Barbie's that were being auctioned off that day in a bulk lot. Lizzy was trapped in the box in the darkness until the auction was over and the box presented to the winner, a middle-aged woman that collected Barbies. Without noticing Lizzy was not a doll, the woman unpacked the box at home, set them all on the table and left the room to make some tea. With her arms secured to the rear of the box with twist ties, Lizzy could only look out over the enormous living room as she waited for the woman to return and notice her......but would the woman do the right thing and return her to the office so she could be restored to normal or would she decide to keep her as the only flesh and blood Barbie in anyone's collection.....or has some other use for even, even worse than merely being kept as a rare collectable doll.

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She wanted a Christmas themed edit and yes, she is an adult.

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Attempting to create the first cloned human being, Dr. Stevenson used her own DNA to create a clone of herself. The egg was fertilized and kept in a growing chamber where 20 years of physical aging would occur in 3 weeks. The clone turned out to be identical to her, with one tiny exception.........

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I like to pamper my tiny woman. After all, she is tiny because of me, but don't tell her. I always keep the doll nearby her, just to remind her of her current size so she always remains submissive.

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Mary was the daughter of wealthy parents who dreamed of her being a doctor, however her best friend Jasmine, was a girl from "the other side of the tracks" who would never even be able to get into college. Mary had been talking about going to a local college so she wouldn't have to be away from Jasmine. No amount of reasoning could persuade Mary from leaving her friend behind. Her parents contrived an idea. They contacted a business associate, Professor Thorton, the famed microbiolphysiologist to assist them....for a hefty donation to his research work.

Mary's birthday was coming up, so Mary's mother asked Jasmine to come over the morning of her party to help decorate while Mary was out with her father. Mary's mother offered Jasmine a cup of tea which was laced with a sedative. A short time after drinking it, she fell asleep. Professor Thorton used his Matter Manipulator to shrink her to the size of a doll. When Jasmine woke up, she found herself wearing a fancy dress made of oddly thick fabric and her arms and legs were secured to heavy cardboard with oversized zip ties inside some kind of box. The front of the box seemed to be clear plastic, but the only thing she could see was a wall. She could hear voices all around her, but when she tried to call out, but it seemed no one could hear her. Then she heard people singing "Happy Birthday"......

Suddenly, the box shook as it was picked up. The box spun around and she saw the face of Mary's mother looking at her, but the face was impossibly huge. She screamed out and Mary's mother said, "You need to hush now. Mary wouldn't go to college without you and you couldn't go with her in your previous size. Now you're the size of a doll. Mary always loved playing with dolls and now you'll be her new doll that she can take to college with her. I suggest you cooperate and pretend to be happy about this. If you upset Mary, things will not go well for you." as she pointed to the cat sleeping on a chair...........

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I told my tiny captive that I was making a fondue. She seemed to be a little happier as she used to enjoy making fondues for movie nights......as I finished preparations, I set the pot of melted chocolate down on the table and I pulled out a dental floss packet out of my pocket. She inquired what that was for and I explained to her that SHE was going to be the appetizer.......(don't panic.....I would never actually eat her, just dip her in the chocolate and lick it off her. but she doesn't know that yet)

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I was attending a presidential campaign speech when a guy next to me pulled a plastic 3D printed gun from under his coat. Instinctively, I grabbed the gun and before the Secret Service could pounce on the guy, the gun went off, striking me in the belly. When I woke up in the hospital, the presidential candidate was standing there. He told me if he wins the election, he'll be sure to take care of me.

Six months went by and this candidate won the election. I really didn't even think about what he said, but three months after he took office, my phone rang and it was the President.......

"I have a job for you. I want you to be an ambassador to a newly discovered country. I believe a man with your integrity would be perfect for the job."

"Okay", I replied. "What country?"

"Lilliput", he answered.

I thought this was some kind of joke, but he convinced me he wasn't pulling my leg, and this was an actual position. Intrigued, I accepted and after two months of training, I was sent on a private plane to Lilliput to meet the ambassador of the island of little people. The ambassador turned out to be a young, very attractive woman. We spent many evenings sitting on the beach discussing trade and tourist issues. After two weeks, she said she wanted to see my country. I obtained authorization from the White House and made arraignments for the travel. Problem was, her staff or security were all afraid to leave their island. She was adamant though and said she would travel alone, with me as her escort. Two days later, I carried her in the palm of my hand onto the plane that took us back to New York.

After meeting the President, I took her to the penthouse apartment which had been leased for me. She was amazed by the view. Being on the fortyth floor was a little acrophobic for me, but even though it seemed twelve times higher to her, she loved to stand on the railing alongside the window and just look out over the city. I made a couple drinks, hers being nearly as big as her, and we started talking again. The alcohol began to take affect and the next morning, with a five-inch-tall naked woman curled up under my chin, I thought this job might turn out to have some benefits I never dreamed of.......

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Her attempt to escape by camouflaging herself as a Beanie Baby was thwarted as she forgot that I NEVER take the tags off the collectible stuffed animals........

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I met Ivana at an exotic car show where she fell in love with my Ferrari. She began to sit and lie on it like she was some kind of supermodel, which in fact she was......I told her I had more at my home and offered to drive her there so she could see and maybe drive a few. She eagerly accepted and got in my car and we drove home. Parking in the garage, I got out but her door wouldn't open. I picked up a remote control from the shelf, aimed it at the car and shrunk it to 1/12 scale, Ivana also shrunk inside the car. I picked it up and took both of them into my hobby room where I had a hundred or so shrunken, albeit stolen, cars. Now she can play model on any one she, or I, choose......forever.

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Random Fb Photoshop pages image requests:

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Molly was the leader of the "Mean Girls" all through high school. She and the other girls teased, tormented, used and abused most of the other students but no one ever has the courage to confront them. Now after their first year of college, Molly was working the summer at the local Hooters, a highly coveted job in their small town.

Professor Thorton and his wife were out of town for the weekend and of course, their kids threw a party. Rebecca Thorton decided to place a large order from Hooters, knowing that her parents were big tippers, so Molly would be the DoorDasher, bullying the other drivers out of the lucrative tip. Rebecca placed the order, with the standard 15% tip as her parents always tip much more, but in cash so the driver didn't have to report it. Molly arrived at the house and rang the doorbell. Rebecca answered the door, accepted the food then told Molly she had to get the extra tip from the kitchen and invited her in. When Molly stepped into the house, she was grabbed, tied by her wrists and ankles and gagged by several other girls. They dragged her to the Professor's lab, then Rebecca used the Matter Manipulator to miniaturize her to five inches tall. Rebecca picked up Molly and carried her into the kitchen and set her down on the marble counter. The other party guests gathered round, poked and prodded Molly with their fingertips, one boy pulling her shorts down to her ankles and the pulling her shirt up over her tits. Molly writhed on the counter, struggled with her binds and tried to scream through the gag.

Rebecca stepped away, then returned with three Red Solo cups. "I have a game we can play. You know the "Shell Game", right? Here's how we play. Three players each drop a dollar on the counter, then draw a card. I shuffle the cups then the high card chooses their cup, second highest choses next, third highest chooses last. Whoever picks the cup Molly is under wins the pot."

Three of her friends place their bets and Rebecca shuffles the cups around. Molly is slammed around inside the cup she is under, but fortunately the marble counter is extremely slick and smooth, so she doesn't get abrasions from sliding around. When Rebecca finishes, the players choose their cups and Rebecca lifts them one by one until Molly, bruised and disheveled, is revealed. The game goes on for an hour. Molly is bruised all over from being tossed around under the cup. They get bored with the game and Molly is left on the kitchen counter. One by one, the partyers take her to another room and use her to satisfy their pent-up anger towards her, as well as relieving their hormonal urges. At the end of the night, Rebecca washes Molly, restores her to normal size and her brother drives the unconscious Molly in her car to an abandoned shopping center and leaves her there in her car. Molly wakes up covered in bruises, every joint in her body aches but she has no recollection of what happened to her.

Rebecca had sworn all the party attendees to secrecy, but a few years later, photographs of the shrunken Molly began to appear on the 'Net. Molly begins to have nightmares from the repressed memories, dropped out of college, quit her job and moved out of state to a psychiatric retreat. Since the Matter Manipulator was still secret, the authorities claimed the photographs were created with Photoshop. Rebecca knew her father knew the photographs were authentic, but he never brought up the subject with his kids. The entire incident was eventually forgotten, except by the kids who were at the party that night and occasionally relive the event from the photographs they had taken.

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"You ever hear of that silly game where Jeep people put stupid little ducks on other Jeeps that are parked somewhere. I've seen Jeeps with so many ducks on their dashes, I don't know how they can even see to drive. I seriously hate it. It's stupid. But if someone "ducks" my Jeep, I'll keep the duck and pass it on to another Jeep when I encounter one. I have never kept a single one of the many ducks I've found on my Jeep.

Then one day, I find THIS on my Jeep. I think I'll leave the toy Jeep on my dashboard, but the little lady is moving inside the house.

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Hanna had left early and took the Metro back to the house she shares with Gwen. Gwen was still at work when she got home so Hanna went to her bedroom and got undressed to her panties and bra, then to the shared bathroom to freshen up. She saw a new bottle spray on conditioner on the sink. The humidity had made her hair impossible to control, so she decided to try this stuff Gwen had bought. She depressed the button, but inside of a spray, a heavy mist came out and completely engulfed Hanna. When the mist dissipated, to her shock and horror, Hanna found herself miniaturized to five inches tall. What the hell happened to her, she thought. She thought of her phone and remembered she had left it on the sink, now 50 feet over her head. As she still tried to wrap her head around what happened and what to do about it, she heard the front door open. Not ready to reveal her situation to Gwen, she hid behind the scrunched up pink bath matt.

Gwen walked into the bathroom and looked into the vanity mirror. She looked and saw the bottle hair conditioner was lying in the sink......"Hmmmmmm". she said out loud. "I wonder if Hanna tried this hair conditioner yet." Hanna was shocked. Gwen knew about this. What is this, some kind of sick practical joke?" The little bitch is always using my stuff instead of buying her own. I'll have to watch my step around here until I find out. "Hanna's fears rose as she listened to Gwen talking to herself. She was beginning to believe Gwen had far more in mind than a harmless practical joke. "Oh, yeah. That reminds me........I have to get that hamster cage out of the attic and clean it up."

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While working as a barmaid in an upscale restaurant lounge, Megan noticed a man in a very expensive suit with another man and a woman. He was showing them something on his laptop and the other couple was talking excitedly. Megan took their drink order to their table and glanced down at the laptop. It was the most beautiful house she had ever seen. Gold trimmed windows, mirrors and pictures on the walls, marble floors, very old antique doors...At the same time, she noticed the Rolex on his wrist, gold diamond rings on a few of his fingers and a set of keys to a Lamborghini on the table. Being single, she was always checking out guys, looking for the rich ones, maybe for some fun or maybe, something more. The couple eventually said goodbye and left and before the man could get up to leave, Megan took him another drink, telling him it was on the house.

He thanked her then she asked if that was his house on the laptop. He said it was, but he was selling it. Megan commented on how beautiful it was and he asked her if she wanted to go see it. It was only fifteen minutes away. She told him she got off work in twenty minutes, and he said that was fine. When she punched out, she went over to his table and said she was ready to go. They walked out to his Lamborghini, and he hit a button and the doors opened. They both got in, he closed the doors and drove her to his house. When they entered, Megan noticed that the house didn't look like the one she saw on his laptop.

He escorted her inside and she saw a large dollhouse on a table. The dollhouse looked like the one in the picture. She looked at him and said he didn't say it was a dollhouse. He laughed and said she never asked. He explained that he was selling it to that couple from the lounge for half a million dollars. She walked over the house and looked inside. It was as beautiful as the pictures on the laptop. Then she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, then everything went black...........

When she awoke, she found herself inside the dollhouse, which impossible at it seems, she had to be shrunk to about five inches tall. The man stepped over to the house and told her that she was not imagining anything, she was in fact miniaturized.

Then he told her that every one of his dollhouses comes with a miniature maid to keep it clean. She would be well cared for and all she had to do was keep the house clean and maybe perform some other duties, as her new owners desired. Then he pointed to a doll's maid outfit and told her to put it on. If she refuses, he will strip her and dress her himself, a task he had learned to enjoy. As she slowly removed her clothing, she could feel his stare burning into her, but she was too afraid to disobey. He told her she was a good girl and she should spend the night cleaning the dollhouse. He would be angry if it wasn't sparkling in the morning and he could lose money on the sale and she really wouldn't want to see him angry, especially when she was so tiny. He closed and latched the dollhouse closed and walked away, leaving Megan to her fears of the future.

(I made two versions of this collage and couldn't decide which one to use)

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Prostitution has always played a major role in the Las Vegas experience, but when the shrinking technology was perfected, a new wrinkle was added for those who desired and had the money to pay for time with a tiny lady hooker.

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Pool time play with a tiny girl. Who needs a diving board or even a pool for that matter.

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One thing about dating a miniature woman......they're easy to "pick up" for your date.

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I didn't do this one, but it was on one of the Fb Photoshop pages I frequent. It would seem the images I and Bob (from this forum) have been submitting is starting to catch on with the general public. Maybe it is a step in the right direction for total acceptance of the subject.

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When I went to college, I didn't want to live in the dorm and didn't want to get into a fraternity, so I found a room to rent in a very old house in town. My landlord was an older woman who basically left me alone, other than supper time when she made my dinner. I spent most my evenings alone in my room studying. The old lady was a bit eccentric, talking about fairies, dwarfs, leprechauns and other miniature people from folklore. I'm not sure if she actually believed in them or not, but being a man of the 21st century, I knew such things were fantasy and didn't exist.

Over the next few months, I noticed a few odd things happening in my room. Little things turning up missing and bits of food, barely noticeable to most, also vanishing. I figured the house had mice, so I bought a few traps and set them out. Then late one evening while studying, I heard a rustling sound coming from the waste basket. I thought a mouse had fallen in and couldn't get out. Walking over to the waste basket to take to the trash can outside and dump it, I looked in, expecting to see a mouse, but not expecting to see what I saw:

It was a tiny girl. She was about five inches tall and wearing torn pieces of cloth fabricated into clothing. Her eyes were full of fear as she looked up at my towering form. I started to reach into the basket, and she screamed and cowered as if expecting she was about to meet a horrific fate. I stopped and pulled my hand back. Then I slowly and gently tipped the basket onto its side and backed away to sit on my bed. She slowly crawled to the top of the basket, not lying flat on the floor and looked at me. She looked left and right, then jumped up and ran under the bed. I looked under the bed with a flashlight and saw a small hole in the baseboard, the size of a mouse hole.

After that, I started leaving gifts on the floor. Bits of food, pieces of cloth, the smallest needle and thread I could find, and tiny little buttons. Each morning the items I left were gone and something left behind, like an old coin or stamp. Then I got an idea and ordered some high-end doll clothes for a 1/12 scale doll. Again, these disappeared over night. This continued on for a couple weeks. I never tried to look for her or look into the mouse hole, we just simply exchanged "gifts". One stormy evening, I sat down at my desk to study and out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I looked over and saw the tiny girl step out from behind a beer can that I had forgot to throw in the trash last night. She was wearing one of the outfits I had left out, shorts and a midriff cut off shirt. She reminded me of a tiny Laura Croft !!!

She introduced herself to me as Arianna. She was what people in the old world called a "borrower". Her kind lived inside the walls and beneath the floors of houses, surviving on what they could scavenge from the giant people they called "beans". She walked across the desk and sat down on my wallet. We talked for hours. Her family was wiped out in a flood from a thunderstorm. She had barely survived, her father pushing her up out of the rising water to an escape hole before being swept away by the torrent of water. She found this house and with only the old lady living there with no dogs or cats, she thought it would be the perfect place to live for now.

We got around to talking about my classes and it turned out, she was highly self-educated from reading books she had found in the basement and attic. She was able to tutor me in some of the classes that I was struggling with and my grades dramatically improved. (One of my professors questioned these increases in my grades, thinking I found a way to cheat. Naturally, I couldn't tell him about Arianna or he would think I was lying or nuts) Other times, we would watch videos or television programs on my laptop, including a few episodes of "Land of the Giants", which gave her the shivers.

One winter evening, we were studying and she had eaten some of the old lady's dinner I smuggled up to my room. She was wearing a sexy little schoolgirl outfit I had bought for her. She abruptly stood up and said she was bored with studying and wanted to take a break. I closed the book I was reading and said "Okay, what do you want to do?"

She stood there for a moment, then looked over at the roll of scotch tape on the desk. She looked back at me with a devilish grin and said, "How about we reenact some of the scenes from that television show from the other night", referring to the pilot episode of "Land of the Giants". I taped her down on the desk as she feigned to scream and struggle, but it wasn't a pencil eraser or scalpel I examined her with.......

Our "relationship" changed that evening. We took a lot more breaks from studying after that.

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She liked the first image I created, so she got more.

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I think she likes her new car.