Doc Savage: Shrunken Woman of Bronze

[LittleNikki]

Chapter 1: A Fate Worse Than Being Beautiful and Rich

"Happy birthday to me," Simone sang to herself, softly and miserably, as she stared out over the marshlands that butted up to the back of her house. Actually, not so much a house as a mansion on palatial grounds, surrounded on three sides by pristine national forests.

Simone had no reason to be miserable. She was the eighteen year old (just turned eighteen today!) daughter and only child of one of the richest men in her part of the country. She could have pretty much anything she wanted. She had access to all the best teachers, all the best doctors, all the best coaches, all the --- well, the point is, she could learn to do anything she wanted.

In addition, Simone was attractive. And not just attractive. She was beautiful. Hot even.

That last part was her problem.

Poor little rich girl.

Simone didn't mind being rich and talented. It fit in with the plans she had ever since she was a little girl.

When Simone was five, her father had bought a January 1934 edition of Doc Savage Magazine. He let his daughter read the scanned images of each page. Simone was immediately hooked. Right then and there, Simone decided she wanted to be the Rule #63 version of Doc Savage. She immediately started training for it.

She also started working on gathering her Fabulous Five. By the time she was fifteen, she had three of them. There was Stan, who was a math and physics nerd. Wes, who could build anything electronic. And Lonnie, whose extended family allowed him to get anything the group needed or wanted.

By age sixteen, Simone's plan hit a speed bump. Or lack of speed bumps. Simone's plan for herself required her to grow a pair of breasts that were at least a B cup, but no larger than a C cup. Simone wanted to be attractive, but she wanted to be adventuress attractive, not Victoria's Secret model attractive.

When her body didn't cooperate, Simone resigned herself to the Keira Knightley look.

Then Simone's hormones kicked in with a vengeance. By the time her hormones subsided, Simone was wearing a 32F bra.

Simone felt personally betrayed. None of the women in her family had supersized breasts. No one would take Simone seriously, not with large breasts that looked even larger due to her flat stomach, tiny waist and tight body. The damn things threw her off balance all the time. And they might be gravity defying now, but she knew she'd be tripping over the damn things in two decades' time.

Simone sighed dramatically as she mourned her fate.

[LittleNikki]

Chapter 2: Boys Need Their Space, Too

If one were a boy genius (or in the case of Stan, Wes and Lonnie, a trio of boy geniuses), you would think that the estate Simone lived on would be the perfect place to have your secret laboratory. You'd be isolated, unsupervised and have the top-oi-the-line of everything you wanted. Plus, Lonnie...well, Lonnie's position would be unnecessary. Simone's bank account would ensure that anything that Stan and Wes needed, she could order for them.

Except that really wasn't the way it worked. Simone's father might have been away a lot, and her mother was out of the picture, but she was far from unsupervised. As far as having an unlimited operating budget, that part might have been true, but there were quite few items that Simone could not buy without raising red flags with her father's accountants, not to mention local and national law enforcement agencies. Whereas if Simone channeled her money to her trio of boy geniuses (or three-fifths of her Fabulous Five, as she liked to call them), she could get things done. Wes lived and did all his work in his widowed mother's basement, and Lonnie...well, through his extended family connections, Lonnie could get items with an ease that wuld have kept cabinet ministers and their lackeys up at night if they had known.

So with Simone subsidizing them, the boy geniuses were happy to continue their work in Wes' basement.

There were other reasons the boys preferred working in Wes' basement. For one thing, they weren't boy geniuses who were just background characters in a pulp novel supporting the protagonist in her endeavors. They were young men (all three had turned eighteen in the last year) with lives and interests of their own, ones that went beyond their status as Simone's three-fifths.

Okay, granted their extra-Simone activities were a little nerdy, especially considering the work they did for Simone was nerdy, but it was still their lives. And sometimes they wanted to play tabletop games in Wes' basement.

Mind you the guys loved Simone. It was great being the focus of a hot girl, even if she friend zoned them from the word "Go." Simone friend zoned everyone. She was too busy trying to become a female Doc Savage to have anything but friends. And she treated her three-fifths as her best friends, even in public. Which a lot of hot girls wouldn't do. Not that Stan, Wes and Lonnie were bad looking guys. They were kind of cute in a pale, pocket protector sort of way. But not good-looking enough to snag a hot woman without a few million dot com dollars in their pockets.

The three boy geniuses had loved Simone almost from the day they met her. But not recently. Simone had been mopey since the day her breasts had expanded beyond a C cup. Stan, Wes and Lonnie didn't think there was anything wrong with Simone's hyper-bosom. Their only regret was that their only interaction with them would be quick, surreptitious glances, or videos of them from the cameras in Wes' basement laboratory. Well, they weren't too thrilled about Simone moping about them all the time. But otherwise, the guys thought they were great!

Then Stan had an idea about how to get Simone to stop moping.

[LittleNikki]

Chapter 3: Awkward Times Call For Awkward Measures

"You want to do what to me?"" Simone asked incredulously.

What followed was probably the most embarrassing and confusing afternoon of Simone's life.

It was embarrassing because Simone discovered she had actually complained about the size of her breasts repeatedly to the Three-Fifths (aka Stan, Wes and Lonnie). Worse, Stan, Wes and Lonnie had been thinking about her breasts when she wasn't talking about them.

It wasn't like Simone didn't know she was attractive. She had that much self-awareness. She just didn't give much thought about boys dwelling on how attractive she was. Simone's thoughts about her ideal romantic partner were nebulous at best. In truth, she didn't have time to think about such things. She was too focused on becoming a real life female version of Doc Savage.

Simone certainly didn't think about the three-fifths of her Fabulous Five as potential romantic partners. They were certainly sweet enough, and smart enough, and they were all decent-looking guys. But this was her story. And in her story, the Fabulous Five were her support group, not her potential romantic interests.

But back to what her boy geniuses wanted to do to her. The embarrassing part was they had been thinking of ways to address her "breast problem." The confusing part was the solution they had arrived at.

They wanted to shrink her.

At first Simone thought her three geniuses had devised some high tech breast reduction procedure. Simone had wanted to do that herself, but got parental and medical pushback on that. She was told she'd have to wait until she was at least twenty before she could safely have that surgery.

But the guys hadn't come up with a way to shrink her breasts. Or rather, they weren't going to shrink just her breasts.

They wanted to shrink all of her. Specifically, they wanted to shrink her down to fifteen centimeters in height.

The explanation of how this was all possible was confusing as hell. Phrases like "adjusting local curvature," "blue shifting biophotons" and "biological strange attractors" got tossed around a lot. Simone got the feeling that only Stan fully understood the process.

The boys couldn't make themselves "dumb it down" for Simone, because that would require them to specifically discuss her body, which was more embarrassing for them than it was for her. But according to Stan, Wes and Lonnie, if she allowed herself to be shrunk once a week for at least an hour, it would allow her body to adjust to her breasts quicker, give her tone and muscle density, and stop any future droopage indefinitely.

"It'll be like what they do for Xelayans on Orville, so they can keep their strength," Wes explained, with Lonnie and Stan nodding earnestly at what they considered their friend's perfect analogy. It didn't mean anything to Simone.

"Let me think about it," she said, her head buzzing with the reality of what was possible. When the guys tried to push the argument, she lifted a hand. "I said, let me think about it." She left Wes' basement wordlessly, deep in thought.

"Well, she didn't say no," Lonnie remarked after Simone had left.

[LittleNikki]

Chapter 4: A Little Anticlimactic

Simone had mixed feelings about her brief experience with being shrunken.

She hadn't gone right in and let herself be shrunken, of course. She had to watch it done first on inanimate objects first. Then on animate ones.

Simone definitely had mixed feelings about the shrinking process being used on animate objects. Wes had an older golden retriever named Bud that he had obviously used the shrinking device on prior to the demonstration. Bud was a sweet natured dog who was getting on in years and moved around slowly. Or had been moving slowly. Simone had noticed over the last few weeks that there was more "pep" in Bud's walk, as well as a healthy glow about him. Bud didn't seem to mind being shrunken at all. On the contrary, the miniaturized Bud looked to be having the time of his life, running anf jumping and barking on the table top.

Wes used one of those automatic blood pressure device machines on Simone, gave a nod, and asked Simone if she was ready. Simone was anything but ready. But as the self-proclaimed twenty-first century's Doc Savage, Simone couldn't allow herself to appear irresolute. She climbed up on the tabletop and gave Wes the go ahead.

The shrinking process itself was anticlimactic. There was no buzzing or tingling or blurry vision or anything like that. One minute Simone was normal sized. The next she was fifteen centimeters tall.

Another weird thing were voices. Simone hadn't really thought it through, but she thought the guys would all have booming voices, now that she was shrunken. Or that they would have a hard time hearing her. Neither proved to be true. Simone knew she should have realized this because, even miniaturized, Bud sounded like a normal sized dog. Plus. shrunken Bud didn't flinch when anyone talked to him. But to paraphrase the old saying, hearing is believing.

The guys cautioned her to stay still for her first experience while bombarding her with questions. Being their first test subject who could describe her experience was obviously exciting for them. Simone told them that other than the drastic change of perspective, she didn't feel any different than when she was full sized.

Which wasn't quite true. There was something about the way the guys were looking at her, combined with her diminished size, that almost made her feel naked. It was a disconcerting feeling that wasn't all together unpleasant.

Then the five minutes was up and she was unshrunk. The guys escorted her to a comfortable chair and brought her a glass of orange juice. It reminded Simone of the first time she gave blood and almost asked where her sticker was.

The guys asked her more question, then reluctantly allowed that is was okay for her to go home, but with the caveat that she call one of them immediately if she felt any side effects.

Point of fact, Simone did feel some side effects, but they were all positive. Her balance seemed marginally improved, and she felt she had more endurance during her workouts.

She still hadn't decided, though, if she was going to let herself be shrunken again.

[littlest-lily]

Very curious to see where this one goes!

[LittleNikki]

Very curious to see where this one goes!

[LittleNikki]

Chapter 5: Overcoming small obstacles

A week went by without a word from Simone. The Three-Fifths were worried that, not only would Simone not want to be shrunk again; she might not even want to be their friend anymore.

Then, at eight o'clock on a Friday night, Simone sent all three guys a single sentence text that instructed them to meet her in Wes' basement at nine the next morning.

All three guys spent the night at Wes' house. They told Wes' mother that they were going to spend the night gaming down in the basement. Since the trio had done so countless times before, Wes'' mother had no reason not to believe them. She went to sleepo that night instructing the boys to have fun and not mess up her kitchen.

The boys spent a sleepless night wondering what message Simone was going to deliver to them.

The next morning, at a minute before nine, the boys heard the front door bell chime upstairs. They listened as Wes'' mother happily greet Simone, and directed her downstairs. They listened to the sound of Simone coming downstairs like condemned men on the gallows, hearing the hangman's approaching footsteps.

It was rather anticlimatic to see Simone walk into the basement wearing a conservative workout outfit. Without hesitation, Simone announced she wanted to be shrunk again.

Simone spent the next half hour at fifteen centimeters in height walking and jumping on the tabletop. As soon as she was unshrunk, she began excitedly outlining a plan she had developed. Next Wednesday afternoon, the guys would come over to her house, where they guys would time her over different distances, as well as measure different jumps. Then, next Saturday, she'd come over toWes' basement, get shrunk, then do the same kind of measurements, only miniaturized. Once a baseline was established at bothof her heights, Simone and the Three-Fifths could see if Simone's "shrunken training sessions" caused any observable improvements in Simone's athletic performance. Stan, Wes and Lonnie reaqdily agreed to Simone's plan.

Over the next four weeks, there were small (no pun intended) but measurable improvements in Simone's athletic performance. Simone also noted that she felt her sense of balance was greatlly improved. She and the Three-Fifths even designed tabletop obstacle courses for her to run while ahrunken. Simone's mood was so much improved that she began giving the guya spontaneous hugs.

Then summer vacation began, and training became a little more "hands on."

[jeffrey-dallas]

Then summer vacation began, and training became a little more "hands on."

[LittleNikki]

Chapter 6: Not too touchy about being touchy

At first, all the touching was innocent enough, as well as being one sided. Simone had been so happy that her "problems: (i.e., her breasts) had been, if not eliminated (or at least reasonably reduced), had at least been addressed. Simone found that her weekly shrunken training sessions made her feel hyperbalanced where her breasts were concerned. She wasn't always having to think about the damn things. Her body movements were once again instinctive.

This fact, along with the shrinking's positive effect on her general athleticism, had put Simone in a much better mood. So much so that she became mucj more touchy-feely than she had been in the past The Three-Fifths found themselves the recepients of brief touches on the arms and shulders, as well as quick hugs.

None of the boys minded the changes in Simone's demeanor in the least.

Then tnere was the holding of shrunken Simone. Initially Simone just crawled up on the table top and let herself be shrunk there. But as the tabletop obstacle courses she and the guys designed got more and more complex, there was no longer any room for her to climb up on the table and be shrunken.

Initially, Simone would let herself be shrunk. climb up on a clipboard, then be lifted to the tabletop. She would do the same in reverse when it was time to be unshrunken.

When summer vacation came, and Simone started two shrunken workouts a week, Simone herself suggested that it would just be easier for one of the guys to lift her up to the table or down to the floor by hand. None of the guys could think of an objection to this (or wanted to). So the beginning and ending of every one of Simone's shrunken workout began and ended with her crawling into and out of one of the cupped hands of a member of the three-fifths.

By unspoken agreement, the guys rotated this duty. None of them wanted to risk Simone changing her mind about doing things this way by getting caught arguing over whose turn it was to move a shrunken Simone.

And then there was a little slip up.

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(Simone using yarn during one of her shrunken workouts)

[LittleNikki]

Chapter 7: Don't Rub It In

With the beginning of summer, Simone started two shrunken training sessions a week, each lasting two hours. Simone and her Three-Fifth began spending more time together. They didn't spend all their time together, of course. For example, the boys would spend Saturday night involved in some type of gaming, while Simone would accompany her father to the country club for dinner.

(One of those dinners involved Simone demonstrating her martial prowess on the son of another club member, but that's another story).

With her confidence and sense of balance restored, Simone re-entered her athletic training with a vengeance. The end result was what her father jokingly called "The Summer of Trophies," with Simone winning everything from tennis tournaments to triathlons. The boys kept busy, too, both individually and collectively.

When Simone and the Three Fifths were together, it wasn't just to shrink Simone. They did everything from 3D chess tournaments (which Stan invariably won, but which Simone always proved herself to be a contender) to running a full-sized "Tomb Raider Race" on Simone's estate for her to run through.

But everyone's unspoken favorite time together was the twice weekly shrinking sessions. Simone loved them because they were making her more of a badass. The boys enjoyed then for the tactile time they got to spend with Simone, limited it though it may be.

Then the massages began.

The first one evolved from a situation where Lonnie lifted Simone up to the table to run the newest obstacle course. Simone had noticed that, when she was shrunk, she was proportionately stronger than she was full-sized. So she decided to leap to the table from Lonnie's hand, to prove her thesis. It surprised the boys, but they could not argue with the graceful roll with which Simone landed on the table. From that moment on, it was not unusual for shrunken Simone to leap from or to the palm of one of her Three Fifths.

When the twice a week shrinking sessions began, Simone's workout attire started changing. It went from conservative to functional, at least when it was just her and her three male friends. Her outfits were still pretty conservative when compared to what you could see at any gym. But the boys weren't used to seeing Simone in form fitting outfits that revealed her flat stomach or her cleavage. This caused certain physical reactions in the guys.

One of these reactions was sweaty palms.

After finishing a workout session, Simone leaped for Wes' outstretched palm. The plan was for Wes to set her on the floor, where she would ve unshrunk. Instead, Simone's foot hit a slick spot on Wes' palm. She ended up face down, her torso on Wes' palms, with her legs splayed on either side of Wes' wrist.

Wes would swear he could feel Simone's prominent (if miniaturized) breasts pressing into his palm. He instinctively pressed the fingers of his free hand into Simone's back, to make sure she didn't slide further, before quickly setting her on the ground.

Simone laughed, finding the whole experience exhilirating. As she stood up and brushed herself off, she apologized. "Sorry, guys. I promise to be less reckless in the future."

After the guys restored Simone to her normal size, she rolled her head around on her neck and added, "We may have to give some thought to adding a backrub to the routine. Those two fingers you put in my back really loosened something up."

[AB23]

Wes might wanna wear gloves from now on...

[LittleNikki]

Wes might wanna wear gloves from now on...

[LittleNikki]

Chapter 8: Completing the set

"That was perfect, Lonnie," Simone said as she leaned forward out of her friend's hands on her shoulders. "Thanks again."

Lonnie gave a semi-neutered grunt in reply.

Ever since the accidental backrub Wes had given a shrunken Simone a few weeks back, the guys had taken turns giving Simone massages, This practice had somehow migrated to the non-shrunken world. Simone didn't mind because it relaxed her shoulders and back, which she had probably been overworking since she got her balance and confidence back, The guys liked the increased "tactile time" they got with Simone. Lonnie had especially enjoyed looking down the modest scoop of Simone's workout top as he worked on her shoulders. The pleasure Lonnie got looking down at Simone's impressive cleavage was only enhanced by watching her breasts move as he kneaded her shoulders.

But as enjoyable as all the back rubbing was, it was equally frustrating. The boys were firmly established in Simone's friend zone, with no chance of relocating,

"By the by, keep Friday morning open," Simone added. "We got our first batch of applications to review."

The guys managed to suppress a colletive groan at that disappointing bit of news.

Simone's father knew about his daughter's desire to emulate Doc Savage, including establishing her own Fabulous Five (he was, however, blissfully unaware of her shrunken workouts). Simone's father considered the Three-Fifths "good, safe boys," and approved of their friendship with his daughter.

He also knew of each boy's financial situation, and that they probably would not be able to attend universities worthy of their intellects. So, to that end, Simone's father established a trust fund that would pay the guys' tuition and other expenses, even through graduate school. There were a couple of caveats, however.

The first one was that the guys and SImone all had to attend the same university, at least for their undergraduate studies, The guys didn't mind that part in the least. It was the other thing that Simone's father did that had them bummed out.

A couple of weeks ago, on the fiftieth anniversary of the Doc Savage movie starring Ron Ely, Simone's father had rented the local six screen theatre for the day, and had free screenings of said movie. Afterwards, he announced a scholarship competition for the two empty slots of Simone's Fabulous Five.

Simone was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of rounding out her Fabulous Five. The guys were understandably less than thrilled. They knew...THEY KNEW!...that one of the guys who won one of the scholarships would swoop in and take Simone away from them.

When Simone told the guys they would be part of the selection process, they were initially hopeful. They'd be able to stop anyone who could obviously steal Simone away from them from winning a scholarship, Then they learned they would only have "input." They wouldn't have any veto power. There was already an advisory board established, with Simone's father having the final say so in the selection process.

Simone was going on and on about what the final two men of her Fabulous Five would be like, completely oblivious to the misery she was inflicting on her Three-Fifths.

"You know, they don't have to both be guys," Wes finally interjected. "One or both of them could be girls."

Simone paused midsentence to consider what Wes had said. "You know, you're right. There's no reason the Fabulous Five couldn't be co-ed," she observed, adding "Haven't I been the ironic sexist!" With that observation, Simone began speculating what the young women who joined the Fabulous Five would be like. This inexplicably lightened the hearts of the Three-Fifths.

[DocRick]

[LittleNikki]

Loving the picture! It's like American Ninja meets M.C. Escher meets Rube Goldberg!

[DocRick]

Loving the picture! It's like American Ninja meets M.C. Escher meets Rube Goldberg!

From reading the story, you wrote that her balance was improving. What better way to test your balance than running up a stairway, 25 "feet" off the ground? The guy holding the string can catch her if she does happen to fall and he can put the string in any location for her to jump and grab it and swing to another position to continue. And of course, any competitor wants to improve their time, hence the stopwatch.

[LittleNikki]

Loving the picture! It's like American Ninja meets M.C. Escher meets Rube Goldberg!

From reading the story, you wrote that her balance was improving. What better way to test your balance than running up a stairway, 25 "feet" off the ground? The guy holding the string can catch her if she does happen to fall and he can put the string in any location for her to jump and grab it and swing to another position to continue. And of course, any competitor wants to improve their time, hence the stopwatch.

Mission accomplished on all fronts!

[LittleNikki]

Chapter 9: End of Happiness

It was late July, and the summer was starting to wind down. The guys had resigned themselves to having two more people join their group. They were just hoping they could use their influence in the scholarship slection process to make sure they only had to share Simone with the newcomers, and not lose her to one of them altogether.

The one thing the guys were both happy and disappointed about was that Simone had made it clear that knowledge of her shrunken workouts was going to be restricted to just her and the Three Fifths. The scholarship winners eventually joining their group would not be "brought into the loop." The guys were happy with Simone's decision on the matter, because it meant the whole experience of "dealing" with Simone in a shrunken state was going to be kept exclusively to the four of them. They were disappointed because it meant that there was a day in the not-too-distant future when Simone would not be shrunken anymore. Sometime within the next five moinths, the guys would have their final shrinking session with Simone.

What made it more "tragic" for the guys was that this news seemed to be hitting them harder than it was Simone. Granted, Simone had enjoyed and appreciated the benefits of her twice-a-week shrinking sessions. But with their senior year approaching, Simone wasn't sure she was going to have enough time for even a once a week shrinking session. The usually aloof Simone was going to be involved in not one but three of the school's organized sports: volleyball, tennis and track, It was clear to the Three-Fifths that to Simone, the shrinking sessions had become just a means to an end, and not an experience to be cherished for itself.

The guys couldn't blame Simone for deciding to eventually not do anymore shrinking sessions. It wasn't like she had to do the shinking sessions at least weekly to maintain all the phyaical benefits she had derived from them. With no pun intended, the law of diminishing returns was coming into play.

It was even more devestating to the guys when Simone stepped into the basement lab, ready to be shrunk, The workout outfit she was wearing was possibly the most revealing she had worn yet:



The guys couldn't irsurreptitiously enjoy the tightness of Simone's outfit, or the amount of skin she had on display, They were roo focused on wondering how many shrinking workouts they had left. And it seemed to them that tiny Simone was pouring salt on the wounds as she bounced happily into Wes' palm to be lifted up to the newest tabletop obstacle course. It was clear to the Three-Fifths that Simone was oblivious to their misery.

[DocRick]

I sense someone is having impure thoughts here.....

[LittleNikki]

I sense someone is having impure thoughts here.....

Or three someones

[DocRick]

I sense someone is having impure thoughts here.....

Or three someones

[LittleNikki]

[DocRick]

THAT'S IT !!!!!!!

[DocRick]

I liked the modified RPSLS I pm'd you better. I'll post when and if it becomes appropriate.