Doc's World

[DocRick]

While reading the want ads in the university newspaper, Frieda saw that the microbiophysiology lab was looking for students to participate in a study comparing the intelligence of mice compared to humans. She thought this would be a quick way to pick up some extra cash, so she signed up, after all, Frieda knew she was smarter than a mouse, right?

Frieda learned two things: Always read the fine print before signing up for any lab experiments and no, she is not smarter than a mouse.

[DocRick]

Morning tea with her tiny girlfriend.

[DocRick]

Yvette used her looks and charm to get through school, but when she tried it when she started college, her microbiophysiology professor decided to let her be the "teacher's pet" for real.

[DocRick]

The daughter of two popular movie stars, Abby had been a child star since she could walk. Starring mostly in family-oriented movies, now at 19, her popularity and demand fell dramatically. Desperate for screen time, she auditioned for a new Polly Pocket movie, and was selected for the lead role, opposite a new child star.

The script called for Abby to play the role of a tiny woman finding herself in the world of a child who believes she is the real Polly Pocket. For realism, Abby agreed to be actually miniaturized to size, using a new technology developed by the famed microbiophysiologist, Professor Thorton. On the day of shooting, she was miniaturized, but a malfunction damaged the matter manipulator, and she couldn't be restored to size at the end of the day. Abby's parents were on the other side of the world shooting their own movies, so Abby was placed in the care of her child costar's family, including a teenage brother....what could go wrong?

[anaio10]

Many excellent dollsized women here.

[DocRick]

Many excellent dollsized women here.

Thank you.

[DocRick]

The alarm for "Battle Stations" rang through the Star Destroyer as the Goryanians staged a sneak attack from behind the moon of Trania. Ensign Harzerg sprang out of bed, donned her suit and ran towards the flight desk to man her fighter, but a missile strike on the ship blocked her path. Critically damaged, the ship was doomed, and the "Abandon Ship" order echoed through the corridors. Ensign Harzerg sprinted towards the escape pods and found a single pod still available. She climbed inside, pulling the canopy down and securing it. She waited for the internal door to seal, then the outer door to open, then she pressed the launch button and was jettisoned into space just as the Star Destroyer exploded behind her. The force of the blast propelled the escape pod to hyper speed and she was flung far across the reaches of space.

Ensign Harzerg managed to finally get control of the escape pod and slowed it to subspace speed. She turned on the scanners, many of which were damaged by the explosion of her ship, but the scanners located one planet that seemed to have a similar atmosphere as her home planet of Krenia, but the lifeform and visual scanners were malfunctioning. As her oxygen supply and fuel were limited, she decided to land on the planet. Due to the design of the escape pod, Ensign Harzerg couldn't see much as the pod descended to the planet's surface, having to rely on the computer to land her safely, the pod sped through the atmosphere and final touched down on a hard surface, skidding to a stop against a stonelike wall.

As the canopy opened and Ensign Harzerg climbed out of the pod, the light from the morning sun was just beginning to illuminate the planet. As she looked around at her surroundings, she began to have a feeling of concern...........She thought to herself, "Jaylynn, you're not on Krenia anymore".

[DocRick]

Jane always thought her boyfriend's Star Wars collecting was dumb, although she did enjoy playing with the larger remote-control toys, like the snow speeder. Then the fateful day she was shrunk in a lab accident at the college, she found herself the same size as most of his collectable action figures and even some of the R/C vehicles. She began to enjoy playing with them and him, roleplaying different characters and taking a spin on the floor in one of the vehicles.

One day, he came home with a big box from the hobby store. She saw a picture of an X-wing fighter on the side of the box.......then her boyfriend handed her a rebel pilots' uniform just her size. She couldn't wait for him to finish building the kit, an actual flying model of the fighter.

[QTips]

Excellent!

It's funny because I've always had a theory about Star Wars. You know how even 250 years ago, the average height was 5 feet 8 inches and today it's 5 feet 9 inches. Now project that back to "A Long Time Ago" and I think people were only as tall as today's "Action Figures".

[DocRick]

Excellent!

It's funny because I've always had a theory about Star Wars. You know how even 250 years ago, the average height was 5 feet 8 inches and today it's 5 feet 9 inches. Now project that back to "A Long Time Ago" and I think people were only as tall as today's "Action Figures".

Very possible. A suit of armor from 1500's England was as tall as my 5'3" wife. And at 6'3", I had to duck in every doorway in a medieval castle, so if you're talking half a million years ago..........

[DocRick]

In the early days of Professor Thorton's company, Size Matters, he was constantly on the watch for corporate spies from other companies that were trying to steal his plans for the matter manipulator. One evening, he came in unexpectedly and caught a new lab assistant named Bonnie, trying to hack into his computer. Not letting on that he knew what she was doing, he pretended to have to have forgotten something. Bonnie offered to help him look for it just to get him out of the lab as quickly as possible. She followed him into the matter manipulating room where he grabbed her, bound her with some rope and put a piece of duct tape over her mouth. He carried her over to the pad, activated the machine and miniaturized her. The professor picked her up and started out of the room when he ran into another assistant, a socially awkward young man that unenlightened people would refer to as a "geek" or "nerd". Professor Thorton, having been a bit of one in his younger days, dropped the miniaturized lab assistant in his hands and said, "Go home, boy, and have some fun for a change."

[DocRick]

Just felt like I needed a little Valarie (pun intended) on this rainy Saturday morning.

[DocRick]

I was working security at the World Ballet show. Dancers from many different nations were participating and it was sometimes a little hectic. While one ballerina was walking towards the stage, she bumped into me and I felt a piece of paper slipped into my hand. When the crowd thinned, I stepped back into a corner and looked at the paper........

"Help me. My government suspects I want to defect, and I fear they are going to imprison or kill me when I go home. Meet me in my dressing room when I finish my performance. -Nadia."

Okay, how can I help her? Security is tight and her bodyguards, or should I say prison guards are always around. I'd never be able to sneak her out of the building......unless.......

I knew she wasn't going on stage for at least a half hour. A quick phone call to my old friend Michael Thorton, the son of the famed microbiophysiologist Professor Thorton. They lived close by and he could get here in 15 minutes and he never asked any questions. I met him at the backstage door, and he slipped me a bookbag.


I waited until Nadia's performance began, then I wandered over towards her dressing room. None of her security were around as they were all in the auditorium and stage. I slipped in and found a place to hide behind a false door that I knew was there from previous assignments here. Then I waited......

Nadia finished her performance and was escorted back to her dressing room. One of her guards came in and swept the room, then stepped back outside. Nadia came in and locked the door from the inside. I stepped out of my hiding spot and when she saw me, she ran to me and hugged me, babbling something in a language I didn't understand, but it sounded like "thank you". I told her stand back and I pulled the matter manipulatior Michael had given me, adjusted it and activated it. Nadia was reduced small enough to dance on a music box!!! I reached down on the floor and picked up the tiny lady who was too shocked to even move. I placed her in my pocket, then secured the matter manipulator in the bookbag. I walked over to the door and reached up for a piece of string hanging down from the drop ceiling. I pulled it carefully and at the other end was a smoke grenade. When I pulled the string, the safety pin was pulled out of the handle and the grenade started burning and emitting dense clouds of smoke. Fire alarms went off and people started yelling and running. The door opened and one of the security guards ran in. I merely stepped out the door into the smoke behind him and made my way to an emergency exit. Resuming my duty as security, I guided people to safety until the smoke cleared and the fire department said it was okay to reenter. But instead of going back in, I looked down into the inside pocket of my jacket and smiled down at the still stunned tiny dancer. I left the building, found my car and drove home.

Now, don't judge me. I couldn't risk Nadia being discovered because our weak government wouldn't protect her and would deport her to her home country and her fate. So, I decided I wouldn't be restoring her to her original size immediately. As I sat on my couch, looking at the sweet little thing in the palm of my hand, I thought to myself that for now, I'll just keep her as my own personal tiny dancer....

[DocRick]

To make some extra money, Megan signed up as a volunteer for Professor Thornton's matter manipulator research. When she arrived for her appointed time, she was just a little concerned that the professor was not there, and a lab assistant would be running the experiment. She thought he looked familiar but couldn't place him until after she was miniaturized. Then she recognized him as the guy she blew off rather rudely at a fraternity party a couple weeks ago. As he picked her up from the procedure table, she remembered that she had never signed in to the volunteer book and the assistant never filled out the manipulator usage logbook. Looking around the lab from the palm of his hand, she noticed no one else was around and the security cameras were turned off. The look on his face gave her a shiver as the realization that she may have made a serious mistake began to sink in........

[DocRick]

"Good job, Girl Genuis. You may have an IQ of 178 but you have the common sense of a gerbil. I told you not to mess around with the cellular resizing device, but you wouldn't listen."

"Hey, it should have worked. I set it to only shrink the adipose tissues to get rid of my baby fat."

"Well, guess what, Einstein. You blew it. From what I see on the slide, ALL of your cells were miniaturized."

"Quit lecturing me and fix me."

"Fix you? I don't even know how this happened."

"Call the professor."

"Are you nuts?????? We'll both get kicked out college. We'll just have to figure this out ourselves."

"Great. What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"Well, you can stay in my room. My roommate is gone for a couple weeks."

"Oh, sure. I suppose you have a hamster cage for me to live in?"

"That's funny. I think a shoebox will be adequate."

"Alright. Shit."

" Hey, the campus Halloween party is this weekend. We could go as King Kong and Fay Wray."

"AAARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[DocRick]

It's been a year since I met Annie, a Borrower that lived with her family in the crawlspace of my next-door neighbor's house. It took a bit for each of us to get used to the difference in our sizes, but we decided it didn't matter. I must admit, Annie put a lot more effort into the relationship than I did. Maybe she was just trying to overcompensate or maybe she just had a better imagination than I did. I will say that when I got home from work on my birthday and found a package I wasn't expecting was a surprise. I got even a bigger surprise when I walked in and found Annie waiting for me on the dining room table. She demanded that I open the package now because it was my birthday present from her.

Annie does have quite the sense of humor.

[DocRick]

So my borrower girlfriend, Annie, discovered she had a knack for accounting. First, I came home one day and found she had balanced my checkbook. Then, she started working out a budget so I could save some money to buy a new car as she hated my current one. Soon, we figured a way she could actually work for clients over the telephone and on my desktop PC. As small as she was, she often had trouble using the keyboard so she would do her figuring on paper, then later, I would fill in the forms on the computer for her. It worked out pretty well and we began to make some real money.

One day she called me and said she just handled her 100th account and wanted to celebrate when I got home. After work, I bought some flowers and a bottle of wine and since we couldn't go out to a restaurant (Borrowers weren't an accepted thing in the "Bean" world) I thought we could go on a picnic. When I walked in the door and called out for her, just to make sure she wasn't scampering around on the floor, she yelled out that she was at her work desk. As I went up to the desk, she stepped out from behind pencil holder............I don't think a picnic was on her agenda for celebrating............

[DocRick]

Saving her tip money from her waitressing job, Cassidy bought the components for a "Gwenpool" costume and went to Comicon with a couple of her university classmates. Wandering through the convention, she received a lot of attention from the other attendees as well as some of the company representatives that were looking for models and actors for future projects, as well as one attendee dressed in a Dr. Doom costume.

Nature started calling, so she went into one of the restrooms to answer the call. As she exited the stall, she saw "Dr. Doom" standing in the restroom, pointing what looked like a cross between a Craftsman drill and a Super Soaker. She laughed at him, sarcastically saying, "Oh, I'm so afraid." Without saying a word, the character pulled the trigger on the device and a bright green light emitted from the barrel, enveloping Cassidy in the light. When the light dissipated, Cassidy found herself looking straight up at the guy who was now as tall as a 5-story building. As a giant hand descended towards her, she spun and ran under the stall door and tried to hide behind one of the toilets. As her attacker began to search for her, she heard the door open and she heard a girl yelling, "There he is.", followed by a very gruff man's voice saying, "Hey buddy. Get your ass out of the women's restroom now before I lock you up." Peeking out, she could see several women and a police officer. The male complied and walked out the door, followed by the police officer.

Cassidy stayed hidden, not sure what had happened to her and if she could trust the other women in the restroom. Before she could make a decision, the women left, and Cassidy found herself alone. She walked towards the door, and it was closed, and she was unable to move it or crawl under it. She walked the perimeter of the room and found a drainpipe, used when the restroom is hosed down for cleaning, and it was large enough for her to crawl through and get outside. Staying close to the wall of the building, she made her way back towards the kiosks. If she could find her friends, she would be safe and maybe they could help her get back to normal size. Then, she saw "Dr. Doom" standing around and looking down towards the ground. He was looking for her !!!! Seeing a backpack sitting on the ground next to a kiosk and noticing the zippered compartment was partially open, she ran to it and climbed inside to hide. Cassidy kept low in the backpack's pocket, watching the guy as he moved about casually, scanning the ground near the restroom door. Suddenly, she was knocked off her feet as the backpack was picked up, falling backwards and striking her head on some kind of hard object. She felt her head spinning into darkness, then unconsciousness overtook her.

When she came to, she found herself lying on a hard surface. As her head cleared, she looked around and saw that she was inside a house, a very lavished furnished house at that. She walked to the edge of the surface she was on and realized that she was standing on top of a table. Looking around her, she saw the room she was in was full of "Deadpool" collectables, posters on the walls, action figures on display on shelves and the table she was standing on. Then the door opened, and a giant middle-aged man walked in, holding a Deadpool figure in his hand. He didn't say a word, but as he stepped up to the table, he smiled down at her and placed the action figure on the table behind her. She realized that she was the same size as this toy, she thought was about 5 inches tall. She tried to get the guy's attention, to ask him to help her, but he was ignoring her. From the look on his face and the abundance of Deadpool collectables around the room, she began to feel that he was not going to be very likely to be helpful and she was no longer a college student and waitress, but merely another collectable, a living breathing collectable, in his collection.

[DocRick]

Even after she became tiny, my girlfriend still loves starting her day with a donut. Actually, they are Cheerios with a little frosting on top, but she is a good sport about it.

[DocRick]

The virus spread across the world like a wildfire. Though denied by the government, it was suspected that it was a weaponized genetic virus that had escaped from the secret lab. It only seemed to affect certain people based on their genetics so not everyone was shrunk. Some people actually were carriers without showing any symptoms. With a long incubation period, when the victims began to shrink, it was too late to do anything about it. About twenty-five percent of the population of the Earth shrank over a period of a year. By now, it appeared that, except for unfortunate victims, the virus epidemic was over.

No one in Jennifer's family had been affected by the virus. She assumed her family didn't have the genetic code that the virus could latch on to and cause them to shrink. What she had never been told by her parents was that she was not her father's biological daughter, but the product of a tryst her mother had when her father was away on business.

It was during the break between her freshman and sophomore years in college. She was riding her bicycle on a lonely country road when she began to feel strange. While pedaling her bike, she suddenly realized that her foot was leaving the pedal on the downstroke and the handlebars seemed to be getting larger. She stopped her bicycle, but her foot couldn't reach the ground and she and the bike dumped over on the side of the road. As she sat on the ground, she realized what was happening to her....she was shrinking!!! Within a few minutes, she found herself buried in her now hugely oversized clothing. Struggling to get free, and when she extricated herself from her garments, she looked around and saw that she had shrunk to about 5 inches tall.

There was nothing and no one in sight. This was a blessing and a curse. She had known a few victims of the virus and had heard stories about the fates of other victims of the virus. The world's governments, not knowing how to handle the epidemic and not wanting to be burdened with the long-term care of the victims, stripped them of their human rights. Some of the victims became pets of their families, others were sold on the black market as toys or sexual slaves. She knew she was, to her in her new size, more than one hundred miles from home. The last thing she wanted was to be found by a stranger with intentions she didn't want to even think about. So, she started walking alongside the road, ducking for cover when the few cars, bicyclists or hikers passed by her. Just as the sun began to set, she came upon a house. Knowing she had to find some shelter, she decided to see if she could find a way inside. Walking along the foundation, Jennifer found hole by a dryer vent that she could squeeze her tiny body through. Inside, it was warm. She made her way down to the floor and found a water pipe dripping from condensation and she relieved her parched throat with several drops of the cool water. She located a box on the floor with some rags inside, so she made herself a bed and exhausted, fell asleep.

In the morning, she decided not to start off again, but began to search the house for some food. Obviously, someone lived in the house. A bag of garbage was on the floor of the kitchen and there was a rip in the plastic. Jennifer could smell food and reaching inside the bag, she found a pizza crust. It didn't seem too stale, and she was really hungry, so she managed to break off a piece and returning to the mouse hole she used to get into the kitchen, she sat down and ate it. Suddenly, she felt the floor vibrate and the door opened, and an older woman walked into the kitchen. Jennifer stayed in the mouse hole and watched her as she made herself a cup of coffee and cooked breakfast, dumping the remains of her breakfast into the trash bag when she finished eating. "Well", Jennifer thought, "at least meals will be easy to find here".

It was well into the Fall and Jennifer knew traveling now would not be possible for her. There was no way she could stay warm with the ever increasingly long and cold nights, so she resigned herself to spending the winter in this house. By now, she knew that the lady lived alone, had no pets and rarely had a visitor. She could move about the house at night freely and find things she needed. She laughed at herself when she remembered reading "The Adventures of Arrietty" as a child, feeling like she was a "borrower" herself now. Some scraps of cloth, thread and a needle found in the sewing room became a rough smock and, in the basement, she found a fishing treble hook and some string she used as a grappling hook to climb up onto chairs, tables or anywhere else she couldn't climb by hand. She made a bag out of burlap an old sack to carry her findings. As the house was quite old, Jennifer discovered many places where mice had gnawed through walls, and she found she could move all over the house along these mouse-made trails. She even found one leading out onto a whatnot shelf in the kitchen and another under a cabinet in the living room. She could perch on the shelf while the old lady was in the kitchen, mouthwatering as the lady fixed her meals, and she could lie under the cabinet and watch television, although her and the lady's taste in shows were quite different. Over the next few months, Jennifer's life was sparce and sometimes a bit difficult, but she was warm and dry, had plenty of food and water and since the lady so far did not notice any of the things Jennifer "borrowed" and had no reason to even suspect a tiny girl was living in her house, being found was not much of a danger. Jennifer did consider making herself known to the lady a few times, but she seemed rather grumpy, so she decided not to reveal her presence. The one thing she really missed was taking a hot shower or bath. The best she could manage was a cold water sponge bath with a small silver of soap she found in the bathroom trash can. Her hair was a constant mess, growing longer than she liked it and getting stringy and dirty.

Things changed one cold winter night. A knock at the door and two adults and a teenage boy came into the house. Jennifer sat on her perch on the whatnot shelf in the kitchen and listened as they talked. It seems the boy was the lady's grandnephew whose parents had been killed in an accident. As his only living relative in the area, he would be staying with her, at least for the time being. The lady didn't seem too happy with the arraignment, but agreed to taking care of the boy until other family could be found. Jennifer knew she had to be more careful now. A teenage boy would be more curious and less stringent in his routines. And she remembered her brothers, half-brothers, that is, could be rather cruel as she had seen them torturing bugs and frogs, so she didn't want him to even suspect she was around. It would be at least another three months before it would be warm enough for her to consider trying to get home and she didn't need any complications. She limited her expeditions to late night when she knew both the old lady and the boy would be asleep and gather enough food for the entire day so she wouldn't have to venture out during the day. And she made sure she didn't "borrow" anything of his as he would probably miss any of his few possessions and search the house trying to find anything missing.

Over the next month, Jennifer got accustomed to her new routine, but boredom and curiosity often got the best of her. She would still sit on her perch in the kitchen during mealtime, but as the boy usually lay on the floor to watch television, she couldn't risk sitting under the couch anymore and being seen. She found another mouse-trail that led to a shelf in a closet in the boy's bedroom. He would often just lie on his bed, reading or playing a video game on his phone. As bad as her own situation was, she began to feel sorry for him. No friends and only this grumpy old lady for human interaction seemed to really cause him to be depressed.

One of the bright spots in Jennifer's existence was when the old lady went grocery shopping. Jennifer would sit on the shelf in the kitchen as the lady unpacked her groceries and Jennifer would think about the wonderful meals she would be enjoying soon, scraps of course from the lady and the boy's meals. Then something different.........the lady pulled a bag of "Mike and Ikes" from the bag. These were always Jennifer's favorite candy. She knew she had to get one, one being enough for a few days at her current size. "Maybe tonight......" she thought as she watched the lady pour the candy into a jar on the table.

She waited until she thought both of them were fast asleep. Creeping out of mousehole under the refrigerator, she walked to the kitchen table and threw her grappling hook onto the cushion of a chair. Jennifer climbed the rope (she had developed a bit of upper body strength over the past few months during her foraging ventures) and when she got onto the seat of the chair, she threw the hook onto the table. It caught on a dishcloth, and she pulled herself onto the table and walked over to the jar of Mike and Ikes. She had to jump up and grab the lip of the jar and when she did, the jar toppled over and slipped the candy on the table. Fearing one of them heard the noise, she grabbed one and when she started to get up, she saw the boy standing at the table looking at her. She dropped it and fell onto her butt on the table. She saw him raising his hand up and terror overcame her as she believed he was about to smash her.........but as his hand reached his chin, he extended one finger to his lips in an unmistakable "shhhhh" gesture.

"What are you doing out there?" the old lady's voice sounded from her bedroom.

"Nothing, Auntie. I just knocked over the jar of candy. I'm cleaning it up."

"You better. I think there is a mouse in the house. I have to feed your mouth and I don't want to feed any disgusting vermin too."

The boy scooped up the spilled candy and put it back in the jar. Jennifer knew she had nowhere to run as she could never make it to the floor before the boy grabbed her. She just sat on the table as he cleaned up. Then he put his hand down on the table, palm up, next to her. She looked at his hand, then at him. She knew she had no real choice in the matter, so she crawled onto his hand and sat down in the middle. The boy lifted her gently into the air, then picked up her hook and string and her bag and put them in his hand next to her. He turned towards his room, then stopped. He turned around and fished half a dozen Mike and Ike's out of the jar, then turned back and walked towards his room with the apprehensive Jennifer trembling in his hand..........

To be continued?

[DocRick]

The following image and story contains material that may be offensive to some members of this group. No disrespect is intended to any spiritual belief or order. Continue at your own discretion.



Constance's first assignment after joining the order was to spread the word door to door. As she walked up the sidewalk of the lavish mansion, she ignored the sign prohibiting solicitors of any kind. When the man of the house answered the door, she stuck her foot in the door to keep him from closing it while she began her shpeal. Despite his protests, she continued on and on until he finally relented and permitted her to enter. He led her to his study, then excused himself to get them some tea. When he returned, instead of tea, Professor Thorton, the famed microbiophysioligist, carried the matter manipulator he had invented. Aiming at the girl, he activated it and miniaturized her to 6 inches tall. He reached down to the floor and picked up the shocked girl and placed her on the table. Sitting back in his chair and lighting his pipe, he asked her, "Now what was that you were saying? Nothing to say now? Cat got your tongue? Speaking of which, where is that obnoxious furry beast?"

[DocRick]

"Billy, what happened to me?"

"I dunno. I was just playing with this piece of wood I found in that spooky house down the street."

"Mom told you to stay out of there. You're gonna be in so much trouble when she gets home."

"You're always so bossy when she leaves you in charge. Ya know, it's funny.......I was tracing the shape in the wood with my finger and wishing I was the big brother instead of the little brother. Then this happened !!!"

"So do something."

Billy picks up his cellphone.

"What are you doing now?"

"Calling my friend Johnny."

"Johnny? He's a brat. Why are you calling him?"

"He has a hamster cage."

[DocRick]

I shrunk Wonder Woman.......just because.

[Aussie_Lurker]

To use your own words, DocRick: your cup of imagination overfloweth

[DocRick]

To use your own words, DocRick: your cup of imagination overfloweth