Doc's World

[bignastygiant]

As her captor begins to gather what he calls "training tools", she keeps wondering what today holds for her.

I bet Pacific1982 knows a thing or two about it.

[DocRick]

As her captor begins to gather what he calls "training tools", she keeps wondering what today holds for her.

I bet Pacific1982 knows a thing or two about it.

Who do you think is my inspiration?

[DocRick]

Robbie came from a small town in the hills. He had had numerous run-ins with the law from his petty thefts and scams. Becky was born in a similar town not too far away and had made her living as a con artist but had never been caught. She had no social security number, no driver's license and had never worked for a paycheck, so she never existed on paper. It was inevitable the two would meet and fall in love, as well as combining their talents to make a living.

One fateful day, while walking along a secluded country road near a laboratory complex, they came across a bad accident. Two cars had collided and went off the road. Both drivers were deceased. While checking one of the drivers, Robbie saw a name tag on his lab coat reading "Professor Manfred von Geeblestein, Microbiophysiology Department". Looking around the car's interior, he saw a metal case. Thinking it may have some value, he grabbed it and he and Becky went on their way, leaving no trace that they had ever been there.

Once they got back to their tiny apartment, Robbie jimmied the lock on the case and found a strange looking device inside. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. As he played with it, he touched a button and a bright light emitted from the end. Becky, who had just entered the room was engulfed by the light and disappeared. At least, Robbie thought she had disappeared. He jumped up and ran to the door where he found her clothing in a pile. He began to rummage through her clothes and found Becky, unconscious and a mere five inches tall. He picked her up and began saying her name and rubbing her chest with his fingertip. She began to stir, then groggily opened her eyes just to see a giant face looking down at her. She screamed and tried to run, falling off of Robbie's hand. Before she hit the ground, he caught her and held her firmly in his hand until she settled down. He explained to her about the thing he found in the case. Setting her down on the kitchen table, he retrieved the machine and examined closer. He found a dial that had marking in percentages, from 1% to 200%. Setting the dial to 100%, he pointed the device at Becky and pressed the same button again. The light flashed again, and Becky was now sitting on the table, full size again but butt naked.

The two miscreants immediately realized this device could make them rich, but how? If they tried to sell it or return it for a reward, they would be busted for stealing it in the first place. And they thought it was probably some governmental black ops thing and they would probably "disappear". After some time of brainstorming, they came up with an idea.......

Becky would be shrunk, and they would say she came from a previously unknown world of tiny people. She had run off from her home, met and fell in love with the giant Robbie. As she had been lost when Robbie found her, she could never find her way back to her people. Then, they developed an act, a circus act. Becky would perform as an acrobat, a lion tamer (using a kitten as the lion, of course) and a clown. She would have small circus toys for a backdrop and as props and the finale would be a ballon drop. She would kick the giant balloons off the stage as the audience applauded. She would even let people, for a fee of course, take a selfie with her sitting on their shoulder or in the palm of their hand. They started small, performing in local towns, but soon the word got out about their show, and they began to perform for wealthy people and political figures. Eventually, they were traveling the world, performing for heads of state and royal families. They were raking in the dough now and thought they were on the road to easy street. Between shows, Robbie would restore Becky to normal size, and they would spread their money on the bed and have crazy frenzied sex.

What they didn't know was that the governmental agency that created the device had figured out that Robbie and Becky had the device, but since it was in fact, a "Black Ops" program, they couldn't come forward and reclaim it. An agent had been following Robbie and Becky ever since their "flea circus" show was made known.

The two con artists were set to play a gig at the royal family residence in a small Eastern European country. Becky went through her "lion tamer" act, then the trapeze performance, then for the final act, the clown show. At the end, the balloons dropped, but they settled on the stage and didn't get kicked off. Robbie walked up to the stage to find Becky............gone.

A search of the palace failed to locate Becky. Robbie stayed in the small country, hoping she would be found. A few weeks later, he found a manilla envelope on his apartment door. Inside were photographs of Becky being subjected to unspeakable torments. Some of the photographs showed her in a cage, in some she was bound with string, and in others she was taped naked to a desk and being sexually abused. A piece of paper with a date, time and GPS coordinates was also in the envelope. Robbie still loved her and desperately wanted her back. So, on the day printed on the paper, he drove to the GPS coordinates at the time indicated and waited. Two nondescript black cars pulled up and several men dressed in black business suits got out. Robbie demanded to see Becky. One of the men retrieved a small bird cage from the back seat of the car. He approached Robbie, just close enough for him to see his Becky. Naked, bruised and disheveled, she was crying hysterically. Robbie turned and walked back to his car, pulled out the metal case and set it on the ground. He opened it to show the device was there. "Now, let her go, I'll make her normal size again and we'll go our way, and you go yours." Wrong. One of the men pulled an air pistol from under his jacket and fired it at Robbie. Robbie looked down and saw a dart protruding from the right side of his chest. His vision blurred and he fell to the ground.

When he woke up, he found himself in a jail cell. No, not a jail cell, he was in a cage. He heard someone calling his name and he looked to see Becky in a cage next to his. He ran to the side of the cage and stretched his arm through the bars towards her. She reached back for him, only to find their fingertips falling just short of touching.

Robbie and Becky spent the rest of their lives like this. Together, but apart, able to see each other, but to never be within each other's arms again.

[DocRick]

Lizzie was a "Borrower", living within the walls of a Brownstone townhouse. The "Bean" family living in the townhouse consisted of a grandmother, two adult Bean parents and two precocious 8-year-old twins, Joey and Kelly. For most of Lizzie's life, Grandma was the only resident and borrowing was easy, but since the Bean family moved in a year ago, things became a little more difficult. Today, Lizzie was out on a supply run. Her quest: an Oreo cookie left carelessly on a plate by the television. Carrying her climbing pin and string and her gunnie sack, she crept out of the wall space through a floor vent. Quickly scampering beneath the sofa, she made her way across the floor, closer to the television. She followed the walls, stopping to hide behind a potted tree, a statue, then the fireplace andirons. A stuffed chair was closest to the television and Lizzie made there without being noticed. Hiding behind one of the legs, she looked around the room again and saw no one around. She made a break for the cookie, and she was suddenly grabbed at the waist from behind. She dropped her bag and climbing rope and was lifted high into the air screaming, kicking her legs and holding onto the giant Bean finger and thumb for dear life. Joey, who had been hiding on top of the chair beneath a throw blanket, had finally been able to catch her and was now holding her over his head in triumph. Lizzie stopped screaming and kicking, crossed her arms across her chest and pouted. "Do I still get the cookie?" She and Joey started laughing as he lowered her onto the palm of his hand. "You'd think at my size, I'd be better at this game." she said to Joey as he carried her over to the cookie. You see, Lizzie and the kids play this game quite often, whenever the Bean parents are preoccupied with whatever Bean adults do. The kids have even told their parents about Lizzie, but being adults, they don't believe in the old stories of "Borrowers", and they simply blow it off as a child's vivid imagination.

[DocRick]

It had been a particularly difficult week at the office. Clients complaining, coworkers whining and the boss bitching and Ryan just couldn't wait for the weekend. He got home late Friday evening to find his little lady in a particularly frisky mood. "F**k the job. Can I give you a.....hand.....little girl?"

[DocRick]

Roberta was shrunk in a lab accident at college and had to move home. Her father built her a doll house to live in so she would be more comfortable. Being an old-fashioned father, he demanded her dates pick her up at her front door, not just sit outside in the driveway and honk their car horn.

[DocRick]

When I first found Deanna, she was lost and terrified. She was hiding in the corner of my cubicle at my office. I moved the trash can she was hiding behind and she fell to her knees, covering her head with her arms, screaming, "Don't eat me !!!!" I tried to reassure her that I wouldn't eat her, but for the first few days, she still cowered whenever I reached towards her. I had taken her home with me and tried to make her feel safe, and though it took a couple weeks, she finally began to warm up to living with, well, a giant. When she finally opened up to me, she said she had lived with her family within the walls of a house. In some literature, she would be called a "Borrower", so I guess I'm a "Bean". She had hidden in a box when she got surprised in the living room of the house by the Bean lady. The lady had picked up the box and when the box stopped moving, she snuck out of it and escaped, but she had no idea where she was. She had been hiding in the office I worked in for several days before I had found her. She was very pretty, even by Bean standards, and even though I'm just average looking and ten times her size, we started to get.....close. As she was only about 5 inches tall, interaction took some imagination. If I kissed her, my lips covered her from her breasts to the top of her head. I could hold her in the palm of my hand and use my index finger to bring her to an orgasm by rubbing her pussy and though she was a couple inches shorter than my "Johnson", with a little help, she was able to get me off too. That was about the extent of our sexual interactions, but it had seemed to be enough for now.

A few months had gone by, and we had spent the day together in one of the local parks. I let her go skinny-dipping in a slow flowing creek, though I wasn't able to join her, except for putting my feet in the water. Afterwards, we went home, and I gave her a hand bath in the kitchen sink. She would usually take a bath in a bowl of warm soapy water, but sometimes we enjoyed my washing her tiny body, feeling her up with the soapy water lubricating her skin and my fingers. After drying her off and letting her get dressed, we cuddled on the couch for a while and watched a movie. I was suddenly aware that I hadn't eaten since breakfast, Deanna patting my rumbling stomach and laughing at me. "Sounds like my giant is hungry....you're not gonna eat me, are you?" she said with a mischievous grin. "You do look a little tasty", I replied as I picked her up by the waist with my thumb and index finger as I carried her to the kitchen. She squirmed and kicked her legs in mock panic until I set her down on the counter. "I'm craving a PB&J sandwich", I said as I grabbed the jar of peanut butter from the cupboard and the jar of jelly from the refrigerator. Then, I realized I had forgotten to buy any bread. "Well, I guess I'll just have to eat it off of my fingers", I said, just a little disappointedly. Deanna looked at me and a very coy expression appeared on her face. "Oh, I have a MUCH better idea", as she kicked off her jeans and started pulling her T-shirt up over her head.

[DocRick]

A few months ago, I was walking the beach taking photos of the local bird population when I heard a strange sound. I looked up and saw some kind of flying craft shooting across the sky, then slamming into the beach a few hundred yards from me. I ran to the crash site as fast as I could. The craft was badly wrecked from the impact. It's a rather strange looking thing. Only about 15 feet long, I guess. Hard to tell with it now in pieces. I took a closer look and could see inside. There were several small figures strewn about. Wearing some kind of space suits, like our astronauts wore a hundred years ago before the thermonuclear war ended the space project. It's a real mess. The figures are torn apart, blood everywhere. It's starting to burn. I'll get a couple pictures before I leave. Wait.....what's that? An astronaut lying in the sand. It's moving......rolling around, pulling at the seams of the suit. I take a step and lean down to get a closer look. Definitely alive. It's struggling. I pick it up an turning it over on its side, I see the opening of the suit. I pull it open. Tears open pretty easily. As I pull the suit off the figure, holding the tiny being in my hand, it seems to relax and I and I see it breathing. It doesn't look badly injured. I guess the ventilation mechanism stopped working when it was thrown from the wreckage. I roll the tiny creature onto it's back. Odd. It looks just like one of us, but tiny. Not much taller than my middle finger. Kinda cute too. It was ten times larger it would look like just like the females of my people. It's still unconscious but I can clearly see its chest rise and fall with its breathing. I'm just standing there, with the burning wreckage a dozen or feet from me and this tiny person......I guess I can call it that.......in my hand. Shit. What's that? Sirens !!!! The last thing I want to do is put up with a few hours of questioning by the governmental suits. I stuff the empty space suit in my pocket and curl my fingers around my new little friend and head to the water's edge. I'll walk in the surf zone for a while so they can't follow my footprints, then I'll head back to my cabin.

The first few weeks, the little creature was terrified of me. She would cower and try to hide from me and scream when I picked her up in my hand. But she would eat the food scraps I gave her from my meals, and she soon regained her strength. I set her up a place to sleep in a box. Just a folded-up T-shirt and piece of blanket for a bed, and a small cup for waste elimination. Hey, even post apocalypse, hygiene is important. Of course, I had no clothing for her. I did manage to make her a wrap-like dress with my limited sewing skills. In the beginning, I would put a bowl of warm soapy water in her box so she could bathe, but later on, she would sit in my hand, and I would wash her in the sink. I kinda liked doing that. Her soft skin felt nice beneath my fingertips. I think she was liking it too. When she wanted to take a bath, she would point to the sink and take her dress off. Her language was strange. I haven't been able to learn any of it yet, though she seems to have picked up on a few of my words, like "Come here", Climb on (my hand)" and she would smile when I would look at her, touch her cheek with my finger and say, "You're pretty". Any other communication was done with gestures and pointing. I don't know if I've been without the company of my people for too long or what, but this tiny girl and I have been getting kinda close, ya know? Sometimes when I'm holding her in my hand and petting her, she would take hold of my finger and hold it to her teets and sometimes she would mount my fingertip and rub her crotch until she would moan and then her whole body would spasm. If it wasn't for the size difference between us, I would swear we were having sex !!! Hmmmm. Maybe, I could use her to.......I don't know. It seems weird, but who knows? Hell, it's nearly twice her size (Okay, I'm exaggerating here )

I still have the space suit. I haven't let her see it but I pull it out and look at it when she's sleeping. She likes to curl up in my shirt pocket and take a nap. I guess she feels safe there. I don't understand the markings on the suit. A rectangle with red and white stripes and a bunch of white stars in a blue square is on the left sleeve and a blue circle with four symbols is on the left chest. Maybe the name of her world or the space organization she works....I mean worked....for. I don't think anyone is coming here to look for her and I have no way of getting her home. So, I guess it's just her and me now. I'm just not sure if I have a pet or a girlfriend..............
 

[bignastygiant]

A nice modern take on "Land of the Giants".
Or "Planet of the Giants", like a "Planet of the Apes" reference.

[DocRick]

A nice modern take on "Land of the Giants".
Or "Planet of the Giants", like a "Planet of the Apes" reference.

Yup. I think one of our forum members with a talent for writing could take this idea and come up with a great story.

[DocRick]

Phone call:

#1. Hello?

#2. Happy birthday, bro.

#1. Yeah, thanks.

#2. How ya doing?

#1. Okay, I guess.

#2. You coming over tonight?

#1. Yeah. I'm too broke to do anything else.

#2. Hey, we just made a major breakthrough in our experiments at the Microbiolphysiology Lab. I can't wait to tell you all about it.

#1. Okay. Sure. I'll be there around 8.

#2. Cool. Bring some beer. I'm out.

#1. Sure.

#2. Hey, by the way. You remember that girl you were dating, the one that stole your bank card and cleaned out your account?

#1. How can I forget? I'm still trying to recoup my money from the bank.

#2. Well, you're gonna LOVE your birthday present.

(Background-faint shrill female voice) "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

#1. What the Hell was that?

#2. Uhhhhhh, nothing. The TVs on. See you at 8.

[DocRick]

You ready for round 3?

Please, no more. I'm exhausted.

Well, I'm not tired at all. In ya go.....

No, stop.....mmmmph......

[Teenytinyone]

You ready for round 3?

Please, no more. I'm exhausted.

Well, I'm not tired at all. In ya go.....

No, stop.....mmmmph......

Heheh poor thing is overworked!

[DocRick]

You ready for round 3?

Please, no more. I'm exhausted.

Well, I'm not tired at all. In ya go.....

No, stop.....mmmmph......

Heheh poor thing is overworked!

She need more cardio workouts

[DocRick]

Sondra stepped into the elevator after a long day at the office. As the elevator descended, it stopped at one floor and a well-dressed man stepped in. The doors closed and the elevator continued its journey to the parking lot level. She looked over at the man and found him looking at her. He was quite handsome, a bit older than she, seemed to be very well bred and probably quite wealthy. She smiled at him, then turned her head away towards the elevator doors. She couldn't help herself and she turned and looked at him again. He had his cell phone out as if checking emails or messages. He turned his head, smiled at her, then turned his cell phone in her direction. A brilliant green light emitted from the cell phone, blinding her. A few moments later, she was in total darkness. The elevator seemed to have stopped, but the doors didn't open. She fumbled for her own cell phone, turned on the flashlight feature and began looking for the elevator control panel to press the emergency button. It not there. The walls and floor of the elevator car were not smooth and featureless. The walls felt like plastic, not the stainless steel it was before. She tried to find the doors, but all four walls were completely smooth. She shined her light at the ceiling, and it was the same as the walls and floor. The emergency escape hatch was gone. At that moment, she realized she was alone. The man who was in the elevator with her, was gone.

Sondra stood there in the semi-darkness. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. Suddenly, light flooded the room. She looked towards the light, and she thought she was looking out a window of a skyscraper, but the face of the same man filled the window as if a giant was walking the streets. She beat her hands on the "glass", screaming for help. A finger the size of a telephone pole came at her, and she reflexively ducked away. She saw the finger stopped on the other side of the "glass", not able to reach her inside the room. Then the finger began swiping back and forth and up and down. The floor, walls and ceiling of the room became images, pictures actually. People, animals, scenery, cars, all types of images flashing as if a rear projective television was behind each surface projecting and changing the photographs in a rapid and random manner. Faster and faster, the images flashed. She began to feel dizzy and nauseous. Then, the images stopped. She saw the man disappear from view, then it looked like she was in the cockpit of a plane, looking out the front windscreen. She felt movement up, back then down, then saw three quarters of the "window" were covered with fabric, like a curtain, but if she stood on her tiptoes, she could see over the curtain. She watched the hallways and doors pass, going outside into the parking garage, then a car. She saw the door open, then she was now in the car. She watched, still on her tiptoes, her calf muscles beginning to burn from the exertion, as the car traveled down the street. The car stopped in a driveway, and she watched as she entered a house, then moved towards a desk. She felt a momentary drop, then the window rotated around the room, and she was facing the man again. He was just looking at her. Not saying a word. She began to feel angry, then infuriated. She stepped back and ran at the window, slamming her shoulder against it. Nothing. She stepped back again and charged the window again. Still nothing. She screamed a string of profanities, slammed her feet on the floor and stepped back and charged the glass one more time. Just then, a finger came towards her and when it touched the outside of the glass, the glass disappeared, and the green light filled the room. Sondra was unable to check her momentum and she found herself falling. Only about 6 or 7 feet and she hit the ground pretty hard. She got up to her hands and knees and looking down, it looked like she was kneeling on thick paper. The paper had large squares, maybe 2 feet by 2 feet, with a number in the upper right-hand corner. She looked left and right. The adjacent square had a lower sequential number in the left square and a higher number on the right. She slowly got up to one knee, then on her feet and began to stand up. Looking straight forward, she was looking at a necktie as wide as the double doors of the entrance of her apartment building, with a gold tie tack containing a diamond the size of a softball. Her eyes started upwards, higher and higher, straining her neck to the point she almost fell backwards. Looking down at her was the face of the man from the elevator, but now his face looked like a face on a billboard along the highway. A hand as big as her Volkswagen Bug appeared above her and started to descend towards her. Her vision dimmed, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the surface of the desk calendar, unconscious.

[DocRick]

Next to the Franklin's farmhouse, was a gully that some of the Beans in the area used for a garbage dump. To Teresa, who lived withing the walls and crawl space of the farmhouse with her family, often searched the gully for treasures she would "borrow" for her art projects. On this sunny day, she was wandering around the gully searching for stuff when she was startled by the approach of a couple Beans. Teresa dove into an empty yogurt cup to hide. A Bean picked up the cup and deposited it into a garbage bag. These Beans were with a group of environmentally conscious university students who had decided to test "The Broken Window Theory" and clean up the gully to see if it stops the littering. Teresa had to stay inside the protection of the cup as more trash continued to rain down upon her. Thankfully, the Bean didn't compact the trash, but when it was full, she tied the top of the bag and Teresa was plunged into darkness. She could sense the bag was being carried out of the gully and a momentary feeling of weightless indicated to her the bag had been tossed into the back of a vehicle. As the bag stopped moving, she thought this would be a good time to escape by cutting a hole in the bag with the little knife she had made from a shard of metal she had once found, but the vehicle abruptly started moving and trying to maintain her balance, she dropped the knife and it disappeared amongst the trash.



After a short drive, the vehicle stopped, and she felt the bag being lifted out and carried away. She was suddenly tossed about inside the cup as the bag was opened and dumped out onto a picnic table. The Beans were sorting the trash into what could be recycled and what would be thrown away. The cup hit the table and she tumbled out of it onto the table. The Bean at the table was startled for a moment as she tried to get up and run, but he reached out and grabbed her.



He opened his fist and placed her in the palm of his other hand while shielding her from view of the other Beans. "Wow. I've heard stories about you Borrowers, but I thought it was just a fairy tale. You sure are cute." He unzipped a pocket inside his jacket, put Teresa inside it and zipped it shut. Her screams could not be heard by the other Beans and at the end of the day, she ended up in a cage in the Beans dorm room to face whatever fate her captor had in mind for her.

[DocRick]

Vanessa was quite surprised when her assistant, Allysa gave her a Christmas present on Christmas Eve just before the office closed for the holiday. She had never been particularly nice to her, but she wasn't particularly nice to anyone to anyone in the office. When she got home, she opened the present and was even more surprised to see it was a very expensive vanity mirror. "Wow", she thought. "The little ass-kicking bitch wants something. Well, bribery will get her nowhere." She got undressed and began to remove her makeup before taking a shower. She plugged the mirror in, and it began to warm up, flickering and humming. "Damn thing must be defective", she thought. "The slut must have gotten it on sale." Then, the mirror began to glow brightly, and Vanessa found herself being levitated and sucked headfirst into the mirror.

She hit the ground hard and was stunned for a moment. As she tried to get her bearings, she found herself looking at the mirror, but it was as big as a house. She looked around and realized she wasn't in her bedroom anymore. Then she heard someone laughing. Vanessa scampered behind a couple perfume bottles and tried to hide. Allysa stood over her and said, "You look pretty good down there on your hands and knees. Put this on. You've been treating me like a dog since I was hired. I'm sure you'll get used to being treated like a one."

[DocRick]

"I don't know what's on your mind, but you had better think twice about it......and give me back my shoe."

Having a five-inch-tall girlfriend, Phil was always trying to come up with ways to spice up their sex life. Bianca, who had been always the adventurous type before, sometimes wasn't always as enthusiastic about some of his ideas.

[DocRick]

Harper had been hired by a high-end retail store that specialized in women's clothing. She mainly created displays with manikins and household items to create exquisite displays of new products. She would always work in private, with a curtain blocking the view inside the display booths which she would only open when she was finished, and to much fanfare. Her ego began to grow, and she soon became quite demanding with her coworkers and her assistant, Addison. The company owner loved her work and blew off any complainants regarding her attitude. In fact, he loved her work so much, he wanted her to start doing the same with their line of dolls and dollhouse line. Harper thought this was beneath her and refused, not being too worried about retribution because her belief in her value to the company made her indispensable.

She was working on a special display one evening. She yelled out the door for Addison to get her a cup of coffee. Her assistant came back a short time later with her coffee and Harper told her to get out so she could work. While drinking the coffee, she began to feel a little lightheaded, so she sat down on the floor to ponder how she should set up the booth. She dozed off and when she woke up, she got back to work. She noticed the manikins were different from the ones she normally used. They had hinges at the joints and could be moved and posed in different ways. The clothing and background furniture items seemed different too. Nevertheless, she finally finished the display and went to the door to leave. She found the door wouldn't open. She pounded on it, demanding someone to come and unlock it. When no one responded, she went to the curtain and opened it. She looked out and saw that the store looked different.........everything seemed far away, but larger than normal. She began beating on the glass, yelling for her assistant. Harper heard a noise from outside and turned to the door, fully intended to verbally degrade whoever was responsible for the new conditions of her work area.  Instead of the door opening, the roof lifted off. Harper looked up and saw Addison's smiling face looking down on her, then a giant hand descending into the display.

It seemed the company owner, however much he loved Harper's work, didn't care for indignant employees. Addison had been the one who came up with the idea of miniaturizing Harper to have her work in the company's line of dolls and dollhouses. Her best friend was the daughter of Professor Thorton, the famed Microbiophyisologist who had invented a technique for the miniaturization of matter. Addison became Harper's "handler" and took her home each night after work. Defiant in the beginning, Addison, who was also a lesbian with a fetish for bondage and submission, soon had Harper well behaved and very cooperative, after only a week of negative reinforcement training.

[DocRick]

We met when she spilled her cup of Starbucks coffee on me as she was leaving the shop and I was entering. She was so apologetic and wouldn't take "No" for an answer when she offered to buy me breakfast. We sat and talked about school, jobs, travels, hobbies, likes and dislikes......nine hours later, I was kissing her goodnight on her doorstep.

We continued dating for the rest of the year. By this time, I was totally smitten. We were both graduating from the university, and she was going to join the Peace Corps and I starting a job with a prestigious law firm until I started Law School.  We were both very upset at the prospect of separating. I guess I was the most upset as I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. I knew it was wrong, but I looked up my childhood friend, Michael Thorton. He was the son of a famous Microbiophysiologist who had experimented in the miniaturization of matter, including living matter.

So, on what was to be our last date, I shrunk her to 5 inches tall and took her home with me. I tried to explain and justify my feelings, to no avail. She went through the normal steps of grieving. First, she refused to believe it was real, that she was just dreaming. Then anger, directed at me, of course. Next, she tried to bargain with me to change her back, saying that she would quit the Peace Corps and stay with me. Then depression, inconsolable depression set in. I tried everything I could think of, but she just wouldn't snap out of it. Finally, an idea came to me. She is still a woman, right? While she could only wear a wrap of handkerchief held on with tape as a dress, she still liked her babbles. A diamond necklace, a ring that was nearly big enough to wear as a belt. Even simple gold chain links that she could wear as bracelets or anklets made her happy. Fortunately for my bank account, I only needed to purchase small diamonds as larger ones would be too heavy for her to wear. She began to accept her position. Whenever she showed signs of lapsing, I would present her with a new babble. When I did, she would respond in a way that made me to never want to restore her to her normal size, if you know what I mean.

Even when she is tiny, diamonds are still a girl's best friend....and have become mine too.

[DocRick]

Thoughts of a shrunken woman:

"Jeez. What did Barbie ever see in that dweeb Ken ? There was a REAL man right there all the time. She must have been some kind of antigovernment activist or something. That, or she couldn't handle a real man. It would have been funny if they were made anatomically correct......Ken would have had to spend a fortune on therapists !!!! "

[DocRick]

Rebecca Thorton, daughter of the famed Microbiophysiologist Professor Thorton, had warned Ms. Webster that she had better let her retake the English Comp 301 final again so her GPA wouldn't be lowered, but Ms. Webster had refused.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you? Now to get the Matter Miniaturizer back to Dad's lab before he knows it's missing. I hope you like hamster cages, Ms. Webster."



Image of "Ms.Webster" graciously provided by darkshadevillian.

[DocRick]

Consuela had the biggest crush on Professor Hudson, the new young Microbiophysiology professor, but her flirtations failed to catch his attention. So when he asked for volunteers to participate in a miniaturization experiment, she fantasized about sitting in the palm of his hand and being caressed by his fingers (amongst other things). She enthusiastically volunteered to be a test subject.  The miniaturization experiment worked perfectly, and she was reduced to a mere five inches tall, but a malfunction damaged the machine so she couldn't be restored to normal size.

Feeling bad about her situation, Professor Hudson personally took custody of Consuela. During the six months she has been in his care, she has completely settled into her new status as the "Teacher's Pet".

[DocRick]

This photograph of Dr. Manfred van Opinstitezer, examining one of the subjects of his human miniaturization experiments in 1936, was recently discovered in Hamburg. He had continued his work until 1943 when an off course British bomber dropped a bomb near his lab. The concussion activated the miniaturization ray and shrunk the good doctor and his entire lab to a microscopic size, and he was eaten by an amoeba.

[DocRick]

John and Jennifer had met in college and fell in love. After they graduated, John, who was a Sci-Fi fanatic with a vivid imagination, as well as a degree in computer design, landed a job with a toy company, creating programs and plans for creating new toys.  They soon had enough money to buy and rehabilitate an old brick farmhouse just outside of town. Jennifer became pregnant. Sadly, she died during the birth of their son, James. John slipped into a deep depression. The only thing that kept him from going over the edge into oblivion was the love for his son. For the next five years, John worked at his job, but never socialized with anyone and rarely left their home. As James grew, he developed an infatuation for Sci-Fi toys too, particularly the Star Wars line.

Pyper was a Borrower, living with her family in the farmhouse. She had often watched John and James from some hidden perch in the home. While it made her sad to see them in such despair, she had been told about Beans. They were evil, cruel monsters who must be avoided by Borrowers. Captured Borrowers met horrible fates at the hands of the Beans. So, she would watch them from seclusion and never let them become aware of her presence.

Then, came the day Pyper, while on a borrowing venture, fell onto a glue trap. She struggled to get free, but it only ensnared her more. John had finished up his work and was starting to make dinner for he and James and when he opened the dry goods cabinet, he saw Pyper. Terrified, she saw him looking directly at her for a few moments, rub his eyes then look again as if he didn't believe he was seeing what he was seeing. He slowly reached into the cabinet and picked up the glue trap and Pyper. Steeling herself for her impending demise, she was shocked when John carefully and gently loosened her from the trap. Once she was free, he set her down on the ground and told her to go home. Confused by the gentleness and compassion of this supposed monster, she didn't run away. She stood there looking up at him, smiling. After a moment, John laid his hand down on the floor, palm up and Pyper climbed on top of his hand. He cautiously lifted her off the ground and set her down on the table.

They talked while John made dinner. When James came in for dinner, John put Pyper up on the kitchen counter so he wouldn't see her. After dinner, James left the kitchen and settled into the den to watch television. John returned to Pyper, gave her some of the food he had made, then they started talking. They talked well into the night. Needing to get some sleep, John picked up Pyper and set her onto one of the shelves that had a secret passage back inside the walls where she and her family lived.

For the next several weeks, John and Pyper would sit and talk in the evenings after James went to bed. A friendship developed between the Bean and the Borrower, slowly blossoming into something deeper. John finally let James meet Pyper. They also became friends, and she would sometimes play with him and his Star Wars figures. A change was coming over John. His depression was lifting. His work became more enjoyable and by watching James and Pyper play, ideas for new toys came to him. Then one day, he got an idea.......

He went online and found an old vacuform machine for sale. He also found a black leotard outfit for a 5-inch doll. Using the vacuform machine, he started forming scale model size armor plates and a helmet from a 5-inch tall stormtrooper figure. He painstakingly sew the armor to the leotards and created a stormtrooper outfit for Pyper. She and James were ecstatic when he presented it to her. Now she could play with James and the other toys more interactively and the armor gave her a degree of protection from any potential accidents during the games they would play.

But each day must come to an end and when it was time for James to go to bed, it was time for John and Pyper to.......... "play"........ in their own way.