Found this chapter does anyone know the story and if it continued

[slepytyme]

Paul's mother was a little put out when she saw Krissy walking inside, all
soaking wet. "What did you do to her, Paul?"

"I gave her a bath," he said simply. "Can I get a towel to dry her off?"

"Sweetie, you can't do that to a mini. See how she's shivvering? Krissy must
be freezing." She bent down and held her arms out. Instinctively, the tiny
woman ran into her embrace. "It's okay, honey," she whispered. To Paul, her
words were a little bit harsher. "That wasn't a very nice thing to do to her,
Paul. Krissy's so little and weak, she can't defend herself."

"I'm sorry, mom."

"It's all right. Just go get me the dish towel hanging on the fridge." He left
and quickly returned with the towel. "Now watch what I'm doing, sweetie." She
dried the tiny girl off, paying particular attention to her crotch. "Minis need
to be kept extremely clean, because they don't have as much resistence to
disease as we do. Did you watch the DVD about minis?"

"Yes, mom. Here, lemme get her leash."

She handed it to him. "Okay, but be sure to be careful with her. She's very
delicate, even at half-size. Now, we're runnning late, so let's get going now."

The trip to the doctor's office went uneventfully. Paul sat next to Janice in
the front, while Krissy was made to sit in the back. She was too small to use
the seat belts and since she was now a pet, there was no child seat for her to
sit in. Janice had briefly considered getting a pet carrier for little Krissy,
but she was only going to be half-size for a week or so. And so, she rested,
curled up on her side, on the seat behind Paul's.

It took them about fifteen minutes to get to the doctor's office. It was in a
medical office park, one of a dozen offices set in an attractively landscaped
garden. The ground was smooth and free of pebbles and gravel, allowing Krissy
to walk barefoot across its surface. Dr. Oswald Lester's practice had been in
pediatrics for a long time, but lately he had branched out into caring for the
needs of minis.

The waiting room was bright and colorful, just what anyone would expect for a
pediatrician's office. There were only two other people there: a young woman
and her son, a toddler with very light blond hair. Janice went up to the desk
to sign in and fill out some paperwork. Paul was distracted by something on the
television in the corner.

Suddenly, she heard a tiny little shriek. Janice turned her head to see what
was the matter. The toddler towered over Krissy, one hand on her right arm, the
other fondling one of her breasts. Paul turned too, and pulled his pet away
from the "giant" boy.

"I'm sorry," the toddler's mother said to Paul, "I hope Billy didn't hurt her."

"Nah, it's okay," he said.

"Paul," Janice said to her son, "you need to keep a better eye on your little
pet. Or else maybe your father and I may decide not to shrink her any more."

"No, please mom," the boy begged. "I'm takin' good care of her." Paul now
shortened the leash, forcing Krissy to stand next to his thigh.

"Billy is at that age that he's curious," his mother said by way of explanation.
"I don't think he's seen a mini up close before."

"Oh, it's quite alright. Krissy's a new mini that we got for Paul for
Christmas. She's a very sweet girl."

"Uh huh. Such a pretty little thing." The mother turned her gaze to Paul.
"Sweetie, would it be okay if Billy could play with your mini for a minute?"

"Sure, but he needs to be careful," he said brightly. Krissy whimpered as the
young boy patted her on the head and then began touching her breasts again.

"I always thought it was important for minis to know their place," Billy's
mother remarked. "How old is she, anyway?"

"Krissy's 32," Janice replied. "And I have to agree with you on that. Minis
really are wonderful pets one you've broken them in, and we thought it would be
a good experience for Paul to have one."

"Well, when Billy is old enough, maybe five or six, we'll get him one of those
girls from Thailand or Laos. I hear that I hear that they're very easy to train and they're
good with kids." She looked down to see that Billy had inserted a finger into
Krissy's privates. The little mini squirmed, but was held still by her master's
hands on her shoulders. "Now Billy, you're going to have to wash your hands
after this."

The receptionist at the desk cleared her throat. "Mrs. Yates? Dr. Lester can
see Billy now."

Billy and his mother went inside. Janice picked up a month-old copy of Newsweek
and started leafing through it. She noticed Krissy kneeling on the floor next
to Paul's feet. The leash was held firmly in his right hand, while the left
held an old copy of Highlights for Children. A few tears streamed down her
cheeks, but Janice didn't pay them much mind. Krissy needed to learn her place
in life now that she was a mini, and part of it was understanding that she was
beneath even a young toddler like Billy.

Eventually, the receptionist called them to come inside. She led them down the
hallway to the examination room. Paul picked Krissy up and set her on the
tsble. He then removed the collar and leash.

Dr. Lester came in a few minutes later. He was a tall African-American man with
a neatly trimmed beard and closely cropped afro. He wore a white lab coat with
his name embroidered over the chest pocket. "Well, hello!" he said in a
cheerful, booming voice. "Mrs. Lewis, it's so good to see you again. And
Paul, you look like you're growing up to be a fine young man." He shook the
boy's hand firmly, and then focused his attention on the mini sitting on the
examination table.

"So, let's have a look at the little lady." He made her lie down on her back.
"Come here, Paul. I want you to watch what I'm doing to her." The doctor used
a set of scaled-down medical instruments to check her blood pressure, eyes, ears
and throat. Then he flipped her over onto her stomach.

"Now, we're going to have to take her temperature. Would you like to do it?"
Paul nodded. "We're going to take it rectally, or as you might put it, "in her
butt". We can get a better idea of her body temperature this way, instead of
putting the thermometer in her mouth." He took a small thermometer from the
tray and applied some lubricant to the tip. "Now, you have to remember that if
you want to insert something into her body, you need to be extremely careful.
There are so many ways you can hurt her without even meaning to. Here." He
handed Paul the thermometer.

"Alright, now you're ready. First you need to spread her legs and her cheeks.
Don't worry, she won't resist. She's scared of you, so she'll do what you
want." Paul easily moved her legs apart and then separated her buttocks. "Very
good, Paul. Now, do you see that star-shaped area there?"

"Uh huh."

"That's her anus. The thermometer is lubricated, so it should go in very
easily. Just very gently push it in." Paul grimaced, but he managed to get it
in just as Dr. Lester said it would. "Excellent, young man. Now let's leave it
in there for a moment."

A minute later, Dr. Lester removed the instrument from Krissy's bottom. "Well,
that looks fine," he said as he wrote her temperature into her chart. "Let's
get her weighed and measured now. Here we go." Dr. Lester picked her up and
set her down on the doctor's scale. First, he checked her height. "29 and a
quarter inches," he announced. "Looks like we overshot it a little bit."
By tapping the small weights at the top of the scale, he was able to weigh her.
"And just a hair under twelve pounds. Good." He closed the folder. "Now if
you will excuse me, I need to check up on something. I'll see you in my
office."

They waited in Dr. Lester's office. Janice found a seat in front of the desk
while Paul studied the sports memorabilia in the display case. After college
and before he went to medical school, Oswald Lester played for three seasons for
the San Diego Chargers. He was a star running back who had injured his knee
during a playoff game with the Denver Broncos. When he realized that he wasn't
going to be able to play anymore, he decided to start a second career. That was
about a dozen years ago.

Dr. Lester came in and plopped down in his deskchair. "All right, I'm going to
fill out the presciption for Krissy's mini pill, and I'll adjust the dosage to
bring her down to 15 inches." He looked up and smiled. "Any questions?"

"Yes," Janice said. "My husband and I were thinking about making Krissy smaller
than that, one-sixth scale or maybe one-seventh."

"Hm, I see." Dr. Lester leaned back and thought for a minute. "I generally
don't like making minis so small. At nine or ten inches tall, they get to be
overly dependent on their owners, even more than a half-sized mini would, and
it's very difficult to bring them back to normal."

"But there are plenty of minis who get restored. They do it all the time, don't
they?"

"Yes they do, but being so small, and so dependent creates a lot of
psychological problems for a mini. Physically, it's not too much of a problem,
but the mind changes, and the former minis have a great deal of difficulty
readjusting to normal life. They have to spend a lot of time in therapy, and
often, it doesn't really work well. That's why a lot of minis who are
one-fourth scale or smaller are given the MinFix, to make it permanent."

"Well, I-"

"Let me show you something." Dr. Lester opened a drawer and took out a memory
card. He inserted it into the LCD frame on his desk. By now, Paul had turned
away from the display case and looked at the image with interest. The first
image showed a woman with long blond hair. She was well-built and in her late
30s or early 40s, with a light tan, womanly curves and large, round breasts.
The woman stood nude on a tabletop with a large grin on her face, her legs
spread apart and her hands on her hips. Beside her feet were two enormous hands
laying flat on the table. The hands belonged to a young African-American boy
seated behind and above her.

"Her name is Sherry. She is 40 years old and is five and a half inches tall.
She belongs to my son Jordan, who is nine years old. Even though there's a
thirty year age difference between them, as well as an obvious racial
difference, she's very happy as his little pet, and loves her master very much."

"She's very pretty but isn't she a little old to be a mini?"

"Yes, she is. There's a bit of a story to her. A little more than 18 months
ago, Sherry and her husband divorced; we don't need to get into the causes,
let's just say that there were irreconcilable differences. They did not have
any children and they agreed to sell the house, so the divorce went pretty
easily.

"It was hard for Sherry, they'd been married for over twelve years and so she
was used to being a someone's wife. She'd rented an place in a large apartment
complex, but she was lonely. Sherry had tried dating, but she wasn't satisfied
with the men she was meeting. Her job as an office manager at an insurance
company was unfulfilling.

"She had some vacation time coming up, but she did not have a car or the money
to go anywhere. Like a lot of people, she was curious about the mini pill, so
she decided to try it out for a week, becoming half-size.

"Sherry made a number of mistakes when she shrank. The first one was that she
did it outside the supervision of a doctor. The mini pill she used was a cheap
knockoff made in Mexico that she ordered over the Internet. Next, she shrank
on her own, without anyone who could look after her. And she assumed that the
clothes that she was wearing would shrink with her; they didn't, of course, so
she was left with nothing to wear.

"At this point, Sherry decided that she could deal with it all, and would be
able to take the antidote when the week was up. There was enough food in her
pantry, so she knew she would not starve. But she wanted to go outside and
explore the world as a mini.

"Sherry did not understand at the time that it was extremely dangerous for a
mini, even a half-sized mini, to go outside unaccompanied by a guardian. It's
perfectly fine for minis to be nude out in public, but unfortunately for her,
she did not understand the dangers. She decided that she wanted to go out to
the pool and maybe take a dip and get some sun.
And so, she left her apartment with just a towel slung over her shoulder. She
thought that she was safe, and made it to the pool without any incident, since
it was midday and most of the residents were at work. She had already applied
some strong sunscreen back at her apartment, so she simply spread her towel out
and laid down on her stomach. She didn't think anything was going to happen to
her, so she fell asleep.

"I guess that deep down inside, she wanted one of her good-looking male
neighbors to claim her. Instead what happened was that a couple of boys who
attended the local junior high noticed her. They were cutting through the
apartment complex on their way home from school. She was no match for them, of
course. Sherry was just 33 inches tall, and each of the twelve year olds was
many times larger than her.

"They took her to one of the boys' homes, where they had their way with her.
What they did isn't considered rape in the eyes of the law. Sherry was an
unregistered mini, so either one of the boys was within his rights to claim her
as his property. She couldn't do much to resist them, all she could do was give
up herself for their enjoyment and hope they wouldn't hurt her. They didn't
actually harm her, but they did use her.

"Anyway, after about a couple of days of this, the boy's mother discovered
Sherry while she was cleaning his room. The mom wasn't too happy about her son
keeping Sherry as his sexual plaything, and so she put her up for adoption.
Because she used a cheap knock-off mini pill, the antidote would not work, and
she was stuck being a mini."

"Couldn't she escape?" Paul asked.

"Sure, she could have," Dr. Lester answered. "But where would she go? Anyway.
the adoption agency she was turned over to was a sort of pound for unwanted
minis, whose owners got bored with them, usually. Jordan wanted a mini for his
birthday, and we went there because I'm on the board and I consult there. The
thing was, Sherry was considered unadoptable, mostly because she was older.
Many people prefer having younger minis, in their late teens or early twenties.
If they could not adopt her out, they would have to send her to live in a mini
colony.

"Well, Jordan saw her and felt sorry for her. Sherry is a very sweet girl and
he took a real shine to her. After he adopted her, my wife and I thought it
would be best if she were reduced some more and given the MinFix. So now, she's
one-twelfth her original height. He's extremely fond of her, he'll take her to
school with him, with her riding in his pocket." Dr. Lester pressed a button on
the side of the frame, to advance to the next image. This one was a film clip
of Sherry on her elbows and knees with her bottom wiggling in the air. A giant
dark finger stroked her back and gently pinched her buttocks, making the tiny
girl squeal with delight.

He pressed the button again. The frame now showed a still image of Sherry on
her hands and knees with her back to the camera. Her knees were spread apart,
making her privates fully visible. Before her was Jordan's enormous face, his
eyes looking down at his little pet. "She worships my son. Not in the way that
someone will say that they worship some singer or athlete. No, she considers
him to be a god that she freely worships. This wasn't the result of any
subliminal messages, we never tried them on her."

"Worships her?" Janice thought for a moment. "So would that mean that Krissy
would feel the same way towards Paul?"

"It's likely. Minis who are as small as Shelly often form deep attachments to
their owners. I think for Shelly, worshipping Jordan is her way to rationalize
being the plaything of a nine year old black child. She will never be able to
return to her former life, and so this is how she deals with her new one. At
ten inches tall, Krissy will probably have the same reaction. Look at how she's
already getting along with him, and she's still half-size."

All this time, Krissy was standing at her master's side, unsure of what she was
to do. Janice looked down at her and laid her hand on her back. The tiny woman
turned, her expression confused. "Krissy sweetie, you're going to be with Paul
for a very long time. Isn't that nice?" All she could do was nod slowly.

"Krissy will be able to take her next mini pill in a week or so," Dr. Lestersaid. "The pill will be have the MinFix included, and you can come by to pick
it up tomorrow."

Janice and Paul got up and each shook Dr. Lester's hand. Paul gave the leash
a little jerk to signal Krissy that it was time to go. "Where are we goin' now
Mom?" he asked.

Janice looked at her watch. "It's 11:30 now. Why don't we go to the mall and
have some lunch?"

End of part III

[Xinunar]

Must've been after Mini Vacation. I'm pretty sure I invented MinFix.

[Aussie_Lurker]

Hmm, it sounds like something that TTSincali might have written, way back in the day.....though the specifics are slightly different.

[krastinus]

It does seem like a rewrite of another story - the version I recall had a number of differences. The heroine was a nanny who agreed to be shrunk, not to be a permanent mini. Title might have been something like The Nanny. Minis were treated more like people. It was less explicit. Minimum size was 1/6 with the interesting twist that the danger was a shrunken person would psychologically adjust to the new size so she could be physically restored but couldn't mentally adjust. It ended with the mother discussing with the doctor shrinking the nanny to 1/6 size.

[Captainsinbad]

It does seem like a rewrite of another story - the version I recall had a number of differences. The heroine was a nanny who agreed to be shrunk, not to be a permanent mini. Title might have been something like The Nanny...

I agree. I seem to remember reading variations on this same doctor's office visit at least two or three times. Always by the same author, so there's no problem with someone's work being stolen. Just variations on a theme.

The thing that really struck me is that other than the shriek when she is molested by the toddler we never hear Krissy speak. She's completely passive through the entire chapter and we never see the scene through her eyes.

The segway over to Sherry's story seems a bit out of place. For a doctor to go into a very long, involved story that reveals quite a bit about his own family in the context of a treatment feels very out of place. Doctors tend to be very busy and don't waste a lot of time in the office. At least in my experience.

That said, the piece is well written and does a good job of world building. I'm like to read the first two installments and any subsequent chapters.