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Tiny Pet
By Douglas Greene
1/8/02
Tiny Pet
By Douglas Greene
Tom sat at his desk and squinted at the screen of his laptop. Busy contributing to a message board on the Internet devoted to shrinking women fantasies; he would occasionally pause, and look down into the cardboard box on the floor near his chair. He smiled at the tiny naked girl who huddled in corner of the box; she stared back in wide-eyed terror.
“Are you feeling any better Shannon?” Tom asked.
There was still a small dark stain on the cardboard floor where Shannon’s vomit had splattered an hour before. Tom had immediately wiped at the mess with a moistened paper napkin, but the stain remained. At least she’d finally stopped screaming; those high-pitched shrieks were beginning to play on Tom’s nerves.
Until this morning, young Shannon had been Tom’s intern, helping him with his special project at a government laboratory outside of Boston. Shannon was 21 years old and quite pretty, with straight, brown hair that fell half way down her back. She was slim, and the heels that she wore to the office exaggerated her 5’8” height. Her olive skin hinted at her Italian heritage; weekends spent in the summer sunshine made her skin even darker.
“I’m sure you have lots of questions. Can I put you up on my desk?” Although Tom was sure that his offer would be refused, he reached down into the box, opened his palm, and wriggled his fingers. Shannon squatted in the corner, cringing from the giant hand, a hand that was bigger than she was. Her eyes got even wider, and she shook her head back and forth violently. “OK, have it your way. We have all the time in the world.” Tom returned his attention to the computer monitor. He could hear Shannon sob occasionally, and for a brief instant, felt a bit sorry for his new little pet.
Then he frowned as he remembered how she had betrayed him. He was sure that she had told everyone about their brief affair. Now all of his coworkers were all laughing at him behind his back. She must have told them about his small penis, and how quickly he was spent. He could tell by the way that people were looking at him, that Shannon had told them everything.
Shannon was just another scheming, conniving bitch, just like his mother. Well, he taught his mother a lesson, and now it was Shannon’s turn.
The sobbing from the box was getting louder. Tom nudged it gently with his foot, sending tiny Shannon tumbling from one side of the box to the other.
“Knock it off; I’m trying to work here!” Tom reprimanded. The sound stopped immediately. Tom watched with amusement as she struggled to her feet, pressing her little frame into the opposite corner. She tried as best she could to cover herself with her hands. Tom liked her small breasts and slim hips; she had that tomboy look that he’d always found attractive. She had quite a forest of pubic hair, a perfect breeding ground for all kinds of germs, but he could easily change that.
“Let me out of here! You can’t do this to me!” Shannon suddenly screamed, peering up over the edge of her cardboard prison at the giant seated above her.
“Oh…so she speaks!” Tom chuckled. It was funny the way people’s voices sounded after they were shrunk. It always reminded him of those cartoon chipmunks on TV. He logged off, and folded the laptop shut. Turning in his chair, he slid the box containing the hapless girl between his legs. “So what’s the problem little lady?”
“Jesus Christ, what’s happened to me? What have you done?”
“Haven’t you figured it out yet Shannon?” Tom shook the box just a bit; Shannon staggered to the middle of the box, and fell on her bottom. Holding his thumb and index finger a few inches apart, then closing them slowly he said, “I made you tiny…very, very tiny.”
She buried her face in her hands, then looked up and shook her head in disbelief. “But that’s not possible. This can’t be happening…”
“Oh, trust me. It’s happening all right. I trusted you Shannon, but you ended up being just another little cunt. You aren’t any different than the others.”
Tom reached into the box with both hands. One massive hand roughly pushed her into the other waiting palm as Shannon screamed in terror. He lifted her out of the box. She was soft and warm, and it reminded Tom of holding a tiny newborn kitten. He could feel her tiny naked bottom resting in the center of the palm of his hand.
Tom couldn’t stand the noise she was making; her shrieking was ruining the moment. Pulling some tape from the dispenser at his desk, Tom fastened her arms to her sides, wrapping tape around her arms, then her ankles. Finally, he took a small piece and carefully placed it over her mouth. Finally Tom had silence.
Shannon writhed and twisted helplessly in the palm of his hand.
“Will you just calm down? Nobody has hurt you, YET.” She continued to squirm as Tom slid her off of his palm and onto the top of his desk. “Let’s get some measurements.” He pulled a ruler from a drawer and carefully measured her height. He turned away to make some notes on a clipboard. ‘You’re just under 6 inches tall. Care to take a guess at your weight?”
He rolled her onto his palm, pivoted in his chair, depositing her on an electronic postage scale that was on a table behind his desk. “Four and a half ounces! I wish I had a better scale here at home. I think you’ll probably lose some weight in the next few days, but I don’t have the equipment here to measure it.”
Shannon was struggling less now. Tom could feel her shivering as he held her against his chest, carrying her to the bathroom. He removed the tape from her ankles; she immediately kicked angrily at his wrist. He squirted a tiny amount of depilatory into the sink, touched the foam with a fingertip, and massaged it onto the struggling girl’s pussy, separating her legs effortlessly with his middle digit.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” he chided. “This will only take a minute, and we’ll get rid of all that nasty hair you have down there.” Tom turned the faucet on in the sink, and held tiny Shannon under the cold water, letting the water cascade over her entire body. The hair was gone in seconds, leaving bright pink skin. He desperately wanted to pull her legs apart with his fingers and lick her, she looked so clean and fresh, but that would be too much, too soon. There was plenty of time.
When Tom roughly stripped the tape from Shannon, she immediately curled into a fetal position in Tom’s cupped hands.
“I hope you like your new home!” Tom whispered as he gently rolled her off of his palm and onto the cold galvanized floor or the cage he’d placed on a dresser in his bedroom. She lay motionless on her side, her eyes shut tight, breathing in and out quite rapidly. Tom watched for a few minutes; bright pink and wet, he thought that she looked like a colossal shrimp. He considered removing the tape from her mouth, but figured that she’d been handled enough for one day and could do it herself.
Chapter 2
Tom covered the cage with a small blanket. He hoped that a bit of privacy and solitude would allow Shannon to adjust to the situation. He spent the remainder of the morning surfing the net. If only his friends on the Internet knew what he was up to! After lunch, he paused at the cage, listening carefully for any sign that she was moving about.
Finally, late in the afternoon, he gave in to his curiosity and pulled the blanket away. Shannon was sitting in a corner, her knees to her chest. She looked up at him for a moment, then shook her head back and forth before staring down at the floor of her tiny prison.
“Stand up Shannon, and let me look at you,” Tom ordered.
“Fuck you,” she hissed in response without raising her head.
“Now is that any way for a nice little girl to talk?” he chided. “Now get up!”
Tom reached around to the back of the cage, and gave her body a poke with his finger, pushing her tiny body toward the center. She rose to her hands and knees, her small breasts dangling just out of Tom’s reach.
“Get Up Now!” Tom yelled as he shook the cage sending tiny Shannon tumbling. Tom felt that it was important for his new guest to understand exactly who was in charge right from the beginning.
Shannon got to her feet, and stood before Tom with her tiny hands joined and clenched in front of her, in a vain attempt at modesty. Her face was wet with tears, and her hair, normally so neatly combed, was a tangled mess.
“How did you do this?” she shouted up at him, glaring defiantly.
“You wouldn’t understand. I don’t really know myself, and I invented the process. It all has to with energy, light, and believe it or not, mirrors.”
Shannon stood fidgeting, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, wide-eyed with fear. “You can’t keep me like this,” she stammered.
“I’m afraid I can Shannon. Let’s see what we can do to make you a bit more comfortable.” Tom opened the door to Shannon’s cage, and carefully poured vermiculite onto the floor, gingerly distributing it an inch deep across the cold metal floor. Shannon flattened herself against the bars as she watched the massive hand spread the bedding. “Here’s some food,” he said as he placed a small saucer containing bits of vegetables in the corner. “You water is up here,” he continued, tapping on a large bottle of water that was fastened to the outside of the cage. “And here’s your potty,” he chuckled as he place a tiny, covered ceramic vessel in the corner opposite the food.
“Oh God, why are you doing this?” Shannon squealed, obviously on the edge of hysteria.
“You have no one to blame but yourself,” Tom replied calmly. “You shouldn’t have told the others about us. They’re all laughing at me. I bet that you told them that I’m not very big.” Tom frowned angrily as he spoke. “Well, who is the small one now Shannon?”
“That isn’t true! I never told anyone! Please let me out of here, I’ll do anything!” Shannon started crying, raising her hands to her face. Her beauty took Tom’s breath away; she looked like an innocent fairy, something out of a mystical tale, and she was all his!
“It doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done,” he whispered almost sympathetically. “You belong to me now. I promise that I’ll take care of you. It won’t be so bad…you might even come to like it.”
“Like it?” She screamed incredulously, tears running down both cheeks. “You sick perverted fuck! You plan on keeping me as some sort of pet, and you think that I’ll like it?”
“Think about it dear. No bills to pay, no responsibilities, no decisions to make. It may take some time, but I think you’ll come around.” Tom bent down and retrieved something from a box on the floor. “But you’ll have to learn to follow orders.”
Shannon sobbed when she saw what Tom had in his hands. “Ben here is very upset that he had to give up his living quarters. Would you like a roommate?” Tom was holding a large rat.
“Take it away, for the love of God, take it away!” Shannon shrieked as Tom pressed the creature against the outside of the cage. She stumbled as she retreated, crawling on her hands and knees in an attempt to get as far away from the animal as possible. Tom grinned. On one hand, he wanted to open the cage and give the cheeks of her bottom, now pointed toward him so invitingly, a playful pinch. On the other hand, he’d love to see what would happen if he put the rat in the cage. The animal was much bigger than she was, and must be the most horrifying thing that Shannon had ever seen.
“You don’t like Ben?” Tom chuckled. “He likes you; why don’t you give him a chance?” He grinned and returned the rodent to the box on the floor. “Seriously, Shannon, unless you want to share your living quarters with our hairy little friend, you’d better learn to cooperate.” He dropped a silk napkin into the cage. “Here’s a blanket for you. Get some rest and we’ll talk about this some more in the morning.”