Prologue
It is a warm early afternoon in BigTree Park, and the slowly-setting sun glazes softly on the old forest, with its narrow roads for hikers and campers, and humble wildlife populous.
A small car is driving along one of these camper-roads, its wheels crunching on the foliage as it navigates further and further into the forest. It passes by the large camping lots, with happy big families and awkward camping ametures who could use a hand; It drives by the smaller camping lots, with the young and romantic couples, and the awkward camping ametures with less self-awareness.
Finally, the car parks next to a small, well-preserved clearing, with already-made fire pit, and a rectangle of dead greenery, indicating where the tent is regularly built twice a week.
Out of the car steps Mr. Cane, a stout man in his late 30s with black hair, and starts setting up his camp efficiently. He likes to be all-set before sundown, as he explains from time to time to the guard at the gate: "It just gives me more time, you know, to just kick back and relax for as long as I can. Just me and Ratchet, looking at the stars, swimming there in the enormounsness of space above."
The guard, He thinks he's called Kevin, then gives him the same apologetic smile, and goes on to scan his trunk. He barely looks inside now, just to see that the same equipment is there for Mr. Cane's weekend. "It's the procedure, you know", Kevin says. "Because of those big-shots who took a third of this forest to themselves..."
Yes, thinks Cane, returning from his set camp to the car for one last round. The new BigTree neighbourhood, housing rich and powerful people in the state, who want the view and the natue of the park, as well as the safety from creeps and weirdos. Especially creeps who work for the Diggle corporation.
"Even if they're just kooky star-gazers like myself, heh, Ratchet?", giggles Ethan Cane, and lifts the small cage from the front seat. Inside it sits patiently Rathet, the pet squirrel that Ethan brings along to his trips. And the key for this operation.
Ethan sits by the fire pit, and pulls out the small gun out of his backpack. He takes Rathet out of his cage, straps the gun onto its arm, and points Ratchet in the right direction.
"Go get", Ethan commands quietly, and Ratchet sprints ahead, towards the sun setting over the trees, and the BigTree neighbourhood.
He'll have a long way to go, for a squirrel. Nearly 2 miles. "Nothing to do now but wait", mumbles Ethan. After the dinner is set, and the fire is started, Ethan goes to his bag and grabs a laptop. He then sits and opens it, navigating it masterfully to the special surveilence app. Or is it a souveniers app? So many girls to choose from, it's hard for Ethan to pick.
Finally, he chooses one video, and let it play, drawing pleasure from each muffled scream, and excited squeak.
He didn't exactly lie to the guard, after all: he does indeed love to look at the stars, and see them swim in the void of space.
He just also loves to see his superstars, swimming in... well.
The real story coming soon
Power Shift 2: Critters' Hub
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Re: Power Shift 2: Critters' Hub
Looking very much forward to the continuation of this! 
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Episode 1
The BMW sailed on the highway, on my long drive home. The sun was halfway gone behind the forest's tree line, sending orange rays directly to my averting eyes. The BMW was cooled down, and a quiet jazz music played on spot-tube.
I tend to focus on the living moment on drives like this. It keeps the grim thoughts away, and boy, mine could turn very grim after this afternoon.
My name is Gina Grant. I'm a 5'4 white-Italian, with short black hair, grey-blue eyes, and a pair of perky a-sized breasts. I'm a lawyer in a lucrative brand, and my specialties are organized crime, and white-collar crimes. I'm 30 and married, and we live in a nice and exclusive neighborhood near a park, for the kids we'll probably have.
My last case started on the white-collar side: a sexual assault case, from one of the compounds that Diggle acquired to itself. However, a few weeks into working with my client on a proper lawsuit, she dropped the charges. And dropped off the map.
After the police declared her loss too quickly to my taste, I went and set a meeting with her former employer, some mister Jacues. I came there today, and it worse than I expected: Not only did he smear his weaselly lies on me, not only did he not look concerned for a possible kidnapping of someone he considered close, but he also REEKED. He used some sort of awful cologne, that really stuck to me. I could clearly smell him on me, and I was trying to focus on the shower waiting at home.
Finally, I reached the house on 13th pine street, just at the edge of BigTree. The sun already set, and the driveway was dark. I parked the car, and headed out toward my door.
It only took 5 steps.
On the first step I felt tingling on the middle of my back, which spread all over my body by the 2nd step. I Tumbled to one knee on the 3rd step, a wave of disorientation washing over me. I kept my eyes on the ground to stay focused, but it seemed to move under me as well. Finally, the wave has weakened, and I stood back up, only to take 2 steps back, with shock.
I was no longer on the was to my door, I was on a wide dark road, surrounded by high green on both sides, like you see in the savanna. In the far end of the road, I could barely see a tip of a mountain.
As I was trying to grasp the new situation, I saw a part of the green make way, and a huge beast leapt out onto the road. Despite everything, there was enough moon light for me to see, that it was a gigantic squirrel. It reached nearly 50 feet, and I had its undivided attention. My knees literally started to shake with fear.
The beast leapt onto me, faster that I could hope to react, and grabbed my waist with one hand. It lifted me up, and opened its mouth, where 2 sharp cutting teeth gleamed in the moonlight.
At this point I surrendered to fear completely, and I let out a shrieking scream, until it was all too much, and I lost consciousness.
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Ethan knew how to take it slow. Long brushing movements, up and down his exposed shaft, watching his superstars. He was an expert on that field, and was giving himself just enough stimulation to remain erect all this time, but not to finish. He didn't want to orgasm at the moment.
He was still busy on it when Ratchet came back. He grunted, and turned to Ratchet, who has already taken the unconscious tiny woman out of his mouth. It held her spread between two paws, presenting her to Ethan as a hard-won prize.
"Good job, boy, good Ratchet." Ethan grunted, satisfied. He reached with his free hand and plucked her from Ratchet's claw. She was still in her green business suit, and unaware of her new situation. She just lay there, laying in his concave open hand.
That sight brought an evil grin to his face. Not that anyone would care at base, but he kept that little part of the job to himself, almost keeping it intimate between him and his targets. He returned to stroking his cock, his gaze focused on her. He thought of her, and of Critters' Hub, and aimed…
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There was almost no in-between. One moment I was laying down, slowly coming to my senses, and the next I was completely covered by heavy, sticky stinking semen. The shock of the hit made me gasp in surprise. That was a sorry instinct, because my head was under the main…stream, and all I achieved was to let a mouthful of bitter substance right into my mouth.
Coughing, I pulled myself up to a sitting position, my shoulders barely above the "water-level". Then another wave fell directly on my head, practically pushing my head back down. I flailed up to the surfaced, and pushed myself to the far end of the pool. I reached the pink edge of it, and was about to pull myself over it, when I heard a booming voice above me: "Wait. Raise yourself slowly."
Shit. That must be the source of the semen. I raised my eyes up, and met the two huge eyes of the giant. Well, three if you count the penis hole, which was dribbling shrinking volumes of baby-juice.
He said: "You're disoriented, and everything will look strange to you. Keep hold to the edge, and only raise your head above the rim, to look around you."
I complied, and my breath was stuck in my cum-stained throat. He was right, if I lifted above the rim I would've fallen to my death.
I take it all in, from the giant fire to the tent to the squirrel by the fire, clearly my capturer.
When it settles down a bit, I turn to the giant, trembling, who was zipping up at the moment:
"Who are you? Where have you taken me?"
"You're in BigTree park, about 3 miles from your home. Noone is gigantic, you've just been shrunk."
"Wha- SHRUNK?! How did that happen?"
"You've pushed your nose, lady. You were about to disturb something my bosses do not want disturbed. So, when you arrived at your meeting at Diggle today, we made sure to expose you to non-toxic, highly fragrant pheromone, to mark you as a target. Then we sent Ratchet to pick you up."
"Ratchet? Who-"
The giant pointed at the Squirrel. "Look, you can see the shrinking ray on his arm. He's trained to shoot it and grab only people who smell like that pheromone."
I look at the Squirrel, and I manage to see some device on its right forearm, like a tiny sci-fi laser gun.
I turn back to the giant, trying to conceal my fear: "So you've kidnapped me. You're going to kill me, too? Was that what you thought about when you sprayed me with your weak jizz, you got some killing fetish?"
He just widened his grin.
"No, we aren't going to kill you. We're just going to make you a part of something… bigger than yourself." He cackled over his bad joke.
"Now, onto the business at hand…"
He lowered his hand to a nearby stump and spilled the hand's content onto it. I rose to my feet. He had his back turned to me, it's the perfect time to run, but to where? The stump was also too high. I couldn't imagine I'm much taller half an inch, I've got no way to hide…
He said to me without looking, "For the next part we're going you more fitting clothes, so please get out of your current ones."
I decided to play along, at least for the time being. Besides, I was drenched in his cum, the least he could was to change me up…
I was already naked when he turned back to me. He held something in his hands, but standing over me like that, I couldn't make them out. He nodded with approval.
"Good girl, good girl. And now, for the change."
He pulled out a larger version of the device on Ratchet's arm, aimed and fired quickly. Before I could think of a response, I was tingling and dizzying again. I fell to my knees and hands, and focused my look on the stump beneath me, just to wait the feeling out.
Right when it was about to pass, a hand snatched me up again. It raised me up to meet the man's face, only now… It was much smaller! He gave me back size! The hand covered me from knees to shoulders, so I must've been 5 inches!
I was so relieved, that I didn't mind the weird tweezers he held in his free hand, until he maneuvered them around my neck. He slammed them shut in front of my neck, and I gasped by the cold feeling of my new strange collar.
The man put me down by the stump, and stretched back up.
"There. The last piece you'll need, I'll just need to check the commands."
"What do you mean?"
He brought his wrist to his mouth and spoke into a hidden microphone: "Target C-18, heat level: irresistible."
My collar heated up for a few seconds, and then cooled back down.
I opened my mouth to demand a clearer answer when I was tackled from the side.
His squirrel drove me to the ground, and we started wrestling. I punched and scratched as hard as I could, but even now he was bigger and heavier than me. Soon he had me laying face-down, while he pinned my shoulders down.
"Let me go! What do you think you're doing, you-"
He then sent his hind legs down my body, positioned them between my own, and forced them to spread.
That was when the 'heat' part of the command finally hit me.
"No. No, nononono, you can't possibly mean to-"
He lowered himself, and I could feel something prodding around my vagina.
"NOOOO! Sir, please stop him, please, I'll do anything else, don't let him rape meeeeee!"
He found it. He found my entrance, and sent himself in, forcefully. I scremed in pain and humiliation, as he shoved himself in and out of me, reaching deeper and deeper. I tried to struggle away, but his weight was pinning my torso down, and he kept my legs apart.
It was over quickly, at the very least. After about 30 seconds his penis twitched, and I felt the spurts of animal semen, filling up my insides. He pulled out of me, and leapt his way to the man, who was ready with some nuts.
I sat up, trembling, legs pulled up against my chest. I felt the Ratchet's sperm leaking out on the mossy ground.
The man spoke casually, like this was a regular office meeting: "Command appears to work just fine. That's good news."
I didn't bother responding. I just stared at the both of them, and they stared right back, the fire reflecting in ther eyes.
Finally, the man picked my limp body, and took me to the tent. He thought of everything: There was already a hamster cage, with a padlock. He opened it up, and placed me next to a miniature bed.
"I've lowered now the pheromone levels to 2, So you should be able to pass the night without incident."
For a moment I felt relief.
"After the pheromones wear off. That should be in up to 1 hour, 2 tops. Don't worry, I'll time it for you."
I opened my mouth to scream, as Ratchet leapt into the cage, and the man closed the door behind it!
I turned to run, blind with panic, but he was on me before I took 3 steps. I was exhausted after our last fight and didn't have much left in me. He had easier time manipulating me, and he chose to place me in missionary position. He lay on top of me for a little while, his erect penis pressed against my lower belly, his snout sniffing my collar (and for some reason, my mouth). He stayed like that, ignoring my whispered pleas for mercy, until his dick found me again. Then he straightened up, and pulled me wo him, forcing his penis as far in as possible.
He had his way with me 6 more times that night. I was helpless to stop him, helpless to do anything. The more he went on, the smaller and more deranged I felt. They were going to use me as an animal's toy, a pet of a pet.
When he was done, He climbed to another part of the cage, probably some squirrel hub. I just lay there, too hurt and swollen to climb up to my own bad, too scared to think, too tired to reach and fear the unknown future, instead of handling the painful present.
The BMW sailed on the highway, on my long drive home. The sun was halfway gone behind the forest's tree line, sending orange rays directly to my averting eyes. The BMW was cooled down, and a quiet jazz music played on spot-tube.
I tend to focus on the living moment on drives like this. It keeps the grim thoughts away, and boy, mine could turn very grim after this afternoon.
My name is Gina Grant. I'm a 5'4 white-Italian, with short black hair, grey-blue eyes, and a pair of perky a-sized breasts. I'm a lawyer in a lucrative brand, and my specialties are organized crime, and white-collar crimes. I'm 30 and married, and we live in a nice and exclusive neighborhood near a park, for the kids we'll probably have.
My last case started on the white-collar side: a sexual assault case, from one of the compounds that Diggle acquired to itself. However, a few weeks into working with my client on a proper lawsuit, she dropped the charges. And dropped off the map.
After the police declared her loss too quickly to my taste, I went and set a meeting with her former employer, some mister Jacues. I came there today, and it worse than I expected: Not only did he smear his weaselly lies on me, not only did he not look concerned for a possible kidnapping of someone he considered close, but he also REEKED. He used some sort of awful cologne, that really stuck to me. I could clearly smell him on me, and I was trying to focus on the shower waiting at home.
Finally, I reached the house on 13th pine street, just at the edge of BigTree. The sun already set, and the driveway was dark. I parked the car, and headed out toward my door.
It only took 5 steps.
On the first step I felt tingling on the middle of my back, which spread all over my body by the 2nd step. I Tumbled to one knee on the 3rd step, a wave of disorientation washing over me. I kept my eyes on the ground to stay focused, but it seemed to move under me as well. Finally, the wave has weakened, and I stood back up, only to take 2 steps back, with shock.
I was no longer on the was to my door, I was on a wide dark road, surrounded by high green on both sides, like you see in the savanna. In the far end of the road, I could barely see a tip of a mountain.
As I was trying to grasp the new situation, I saw a part of the green make way, and a huge beast leapt out onto the road. Despite everything, there was enough moon light for me to see, that it was a gigantic squirrel. It reached nearly 50 feet, and I had its undivided attention. My knees literally started to shake with fear.
The beast leapt onto me, faster that I could hope to react, and grabbed my waist with one hand. It lifted me up, and opened its mouth, where 2 sharp cutting teeth gleamed in the moonlight.
At this point I surrendered to fear completely, and I let out a shrieking scream, until it was all too much, and I lost consciousness.
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Ethan knew how to take it slow. Long brushing movements, up and down his exposed shaft, watching his superstars. He was an expert on that field, and was giving himself just enough stimulation to remain erect all this time, but not to finish. He didn't want to orgasm at the moment.
He was still busy on it when Ratchet came back. He grunted, and turned to Ratchet, who has already taken the unconscious tiny woman out of his mouth. It held her spread between two paws, presenting her to Ethan as a hard-won prize.
"Good job, boy, good Ratchet." Ethan grunted, satisfied. He reached with his free hand and plucked her from Ratchet's claw. She was still in her green business suit, and unaware of her new situation. She just lay there, laying in his concave open hand.
That sight brought an evil grin to his face. Not that anyone would care at base, but he kept that little part of the job to himself, almost keeping it intimate between him and his targets. He returned to stroking his cock, his gaze focused on her. He thought of her, and of Critters' Hub, and aimed…
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There was almost no in-between. One moment I was laying down, slowly coming to my senses, and the next I was completely covered by heavy, sticky stinking semen. The shock of the hit made me gasp in surprise. That was a sorry instinct, because my head was under the main…stream, and all I achieved was to let a mouthful of bitter substance right into my mouth.
Coughing, I pulled myself up to a sitting position, my shoulders barely above the "water-level". Then another wave fell directly on my head, practically pushing my head back down. I flailed up to the surfaced, and pushed myself to the far end of the pool. I reached the pink edge of it, and was about to pull myself over it, when I heard a booming voice above me: "Wait. Raise yourself slowly."
Shit. That must be the source of the semen. I raised my eyes up, and met the two huge eyes of the giant. Well, three if you count the penis hole, which was dribbling shrinking volumes of baby-juice.
He said: "You're disoriented, and everything will look strange to you. Keep hold to the edge, and only raise your head above the rim, to look around you."
I complied, and my breath was stuck in my cum-stained throat. He was right, if I lifted above the rim I would've fallen to my death.
I take it all in, from the giant fire to the tent to the squirrel by the fire, clearly my capturer.
When it settles down a bit, I turn to the giant, trembling, who was zipping up at the moment:
"Who are you? Where have you taken me?"
"You're in BigTree park, about 3 miles from your home. Noone is gigantic, you've just been shrunk."
"Wha- SHRUNK?! How did that happen?"
"You've pushed your nose, lady. You were about to disturb something my bosses do not want disturbed. So, when you arrived at your meeting at Diggle today, we made sure to expose you to non-toxic, highly fragrant pheromone, to mark you as a target. Then we sent Ratchet to pick you up."
"Ratchet? Who-"
The giant pointed at the Squirrel. "Look, you can see the shrinking ray on his arm. He's trained to shoot it and grab only people who smell like that pheromone."
I look at the Squirrel, and I manage to see some device on its right forearm, like a tiny sci-fi laser gun.
I turn back to the giant, trying to conceal my fear: "So you've kidnapped me. You're going to kill me, too? Was that what you thought about when you sprayed me with your weak jizz, you got some killing fetish?"
He just widened his grin.
"No, we aren't going to kill you. We're just going to make you a part of something… bigger than yourself." He cackled over his bad joke.
"Now, onto the business at hand…"
He lowered his hand to a nearby stump and spilled the hand's content onto it. I rose to my feet. He had his back turned to me, it's the perfect time to run, but to where? The stump was also too high. I couldn't imagine I'm much taller half an inch, I've got no way to hide…
He said to me without looking, "For the next part we're going you more fitting clothes, so please get out of your current ones."
I decided to play along, at least for the time being. Besides, I was drenched in his cum, the least he could was to change me up…
I was already naked when he turned back to me. He held something in his hands, but standing over me like that, I couldn't make them out. He nodded with approval.
"Good girl, good girl. And now, for the change."
He pulled out a larger version of the device on Ratchet's arm, aimed and fired quickly. Before I could think of a response, I was tingling and dizzying again. I fell to my knees and hands, and focused my look on the stump beneath me, just to wait the feeling out.
Right when it was about to pass, a hand snatched me up again. It raised me up to meet the man's face, only now… It was much smaller! He gave me back size! The hand covered me from knees to shoulders, so I must've been 5 inches!
I was so relieved, that I didn't mind the weird tweezers he held in his free hand, until he maneuvered them around my neck. He slammed them shut in front of my neck, and I gasped by the cold feeling of my new strange collar.
The man put me down by the stump, and stretched back up.
"There. The last piece you'll need, I'll just need to check the commands."
"What do you mean?"
He brought his wrist to his mouth and spoke into a hidden microphone: "Target C-18, heat level: irresistible."
My collar heated up for a few seconds, and then cooled back down.
I opened my mouth to demand a clearer answer when I was tackled from the side.
His squirrel drove me to the ground, and we started wrestling. I punched and scratched as hard as I could, but even now he was bigger and heavier than me. Soon he had me laying face-down, while he pinned my shoulders down.
"Let me go! What do you think you're doing, you-"
He then sent his hind legs down my body, positioned them between my own, and forced them to spread.
That was when the 'heat' part of the command finally hit me.
"No. No, nononono, you can't possibly mean to-"
He lowered himself, and I could feel something prodding around my vagina.
"NOOOO! Sir, please stop him, please, I'll do anything else, don't let him rape meeeeee!"
He found it. He found my entrance, and sent himself in, forcefully. I scremed in pain and humiliation, as he shoved himself in and out of me, reaching deeper and deeper. I tried to struggle away, but his weight was pinning my torso down, and he kept my legs apart.
It was over quickly, at the very least. After about 30 seconds his penis twitched, and I felt the spurts of animal semen, filling up my insides. He pulled out of me, and leapt his way to the man, who was ready with some nuts.
I sat up, trembling, legs pulled up against my chest. I felt the Ratchet's sperm leaking out on the mossy ground.
The man spoke casually, like this was a regular office meeting: "Command appears to work just fine. That's good news."
I didn't bother responding. I just stared at the both of them, and they stared right back, the fire reflecting in ther eyes.
Finally, the man picked my limp body, and took me to the tent. He thought of everything: There was already a hamster cage, with a padlock. He opened it up, and placed me next to a miniature bed.
"I've lowered now the pheromone levels to 2, So you should be able to pass the night without incident."
For a moment I felt relief.
"After the pheromones wear off. That should be in up to 1 hour, 2 tops. Don't worry, I'll time it for you."
I opened my mouth to scream, as Ratchet leapt into the cage, and the man closed the door behind it!
I turned to run, blind with panic, but he was on me before I took 3 steps. I was exhausted after our last fight and didn't have much left in me. He had easier time manipulating me, and he chose to place me in missionary position. He lay on top of me for a little while, his erect penis pressed against my lower belly, his snout sniffing my collar (and for some reason, my mouth). He stayed like that, ignoring my whispered pleas for mercy, until his dick found me again. Then he straightened up, and pulled me wo him, forcing his penis as far in as possible.
He had his way with me 6 more times that night. I was helpless to stop him, helpless to do anything. The more he went on, the smaller and more deranged I felt. They were going to use me as an animal's toy, a pet of a pet.
When he was done, He climbed to another part of the cage, probably some squirrel hub. I just lay there, too hurt and swollen to climb up to my own bad, too scared to think, too tired to reach and fear the unknown future, instead of handling the painful present.
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Re: Power Shift 2: Critters' Hub
This is really good, hope to see you continue this story, or something in the same 'universe'!
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Re: Power Shift 2: Critters' Hub
I like this too. Id lvoe to see what's next!