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Re: Little White Lies

Post by DocRick » Wed Dec 25, 2024 12:10 am

I looked down at my feet where Ashley was sitting, and I don't see her. I bolt upright and call out her name.

"Over here", I hear her say. I look a few feet to my left and see a small clump of grass shaking.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Just a moment. You'll see", she replies.

I wait a few minutes, watching for seagulls or other possible threatening creatures. Seeing none, I patiently and alertly wait for her to reappear.

"How's this look?" I hear her say as she steps out from behind the grass. She had found a piece of string and ripped a bunch of blades of grass and fashioned herself a homemade hula skirt.

"Great." I say. "Let me see if I brought my weedwacker along."

"Not funny." She says.

Ashley starts dancing like she's attempting another hula dance. "I see this was not one of the skills you learned as a model, huh?"

"Hey. I'm trying. I need some music." Like I'm gonna be able to find hula music on my iPhone. I manage to find a 50's station that was playing a slow dance song. "That'll work." she says as she continues her dance. Watching her hips and ass slide side to side as her entire body writhes like a snake in heat is making the sun's rays seem chilly. "Come on. Let's see you do it."

"I really don't think so. I'd throw my hips out of joint. Besides, I'm enjoying the show." With that comment, Ashley begins to increase the tempo of her dance and the exaggeration of her hip rolls. Am I really this dense? She is obviously flirting with me. Should I make a move? Not here, but maybe tonight at home. I'm still really not sure how. Sure, in my pubescent fantasies I did what I thought a tiny girl would enjoy, but would an actual tiny girl feel the same? Would she be afraid to touch a penis a few inches taller than she? Would she be able to do anything if she tried? I think I know how I could please her.......I read on a forum about how the ridges of a fingertip gently massaging a tiny woman's breasts or vagina, or using my tongue between her thighs, can bring them to a climax, but that of course was just fantasy. No one, at least as far as I can conceive, has ever had the opportunity to do just that....and here I am, considering whether or not to see if it really would. But women are usually very sensitive about making their man feel good too. If she was unable to bring me to an orgasm, would that hurt her feelings? Would I be able to assist her in what would basically be jacking me off without harming her? God, relationships can be complicated. No wonder I never married. Ashley being only 5 inches tall really throws a wrench into any of my previous tactics with women.

Then some people appear on our beach. I quickly pack up our things, scoop up Ashley and deposit her in my shirt pocket. I head for the trailhead back to the parking lot, passing the three couples, giving them a wave and a "Have fun." as I walk by. Once we're into the woods, I gently reach into my pocket and pick up Ashley with my thumb and index finger, pulling her out and rotating my hand so she's sitting in my palm again. I half expected her to be disappointed to leave but she had a wide grin on her face. Yes. Maybe tonight.........maybe. No one else is around when we break out of the woods into the parking lot. I toss my bag into the backseat, and I get in, Ashley asks me to put her on the dashboard. She kicks the hula dancer to get it moving, then starts her version of a hula dance. This is gonna be a difficult drive home if she keeps this up. I'm really not sure if I am gonna be able to keep my eyes on the road.

I start the car and just as I put it in reverse, my phone rings. I look at the number....it's Professor Stephens. I quickly hit the answer icon and say "Hello".

"My plane comes in tomorrow afternoon. Come to the lab with Ashley at 7 p.m. sharp." /click/

Ashley and I just stare at each other in silence. She sits down on the dashboard. The expression on her face is neither joy, nor sadness. Kind of like when you're waiting for a doctor's exam or a lab test result. You want to know what it is, if it's good news, but you're still afraid to hear it as it could be bad news.

The drive home was quiet. I would think Ashley would be hoping that Professor Stephens is going to tell her she has a cure, but she has seemed to be enjoying being my tiny friend...girlfriend? I've really loved having her around, tiny as she is, but if Professor Stephens is able to return her to normal size, would she still want to be with me? I'm not the best looking guy on campus, and far from wealthy. If she returned to her modeling, would I fit in with the fashion world crowd? I know I would probably hate it. Snobs and fake people acting like you're beneath them or worse, acting that they like you. I'm not sure we would make it as a "normal" couple. Am I really this selfish........actually wishing that Ashley would have to stay tiny forever?




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The ride home was quiet. We didn't talk much. Ashley sat on the dashboard, just staring out at the world on the other side of the windshield. When we got back to my apartment, I grabbed my backpack out of the backseat, then reached in towards the dashboard. Ashley got up and stepped onto my hand and sat down without a word. No one was around so I just carried her inside in my palm, setting her down on the table in the kitchen.

She was still quiet. I didn't feel like cooking, so I just ordered a pizza from my favorite pizzeria in town. Thirty minutes later, it arrived. I paid the delivery driver and slid the pizza onto a large plate. I picked the pizza saver out of the middle of it, washed and dried it and set it down on the table, along with a bottle cap. Then I filled her doll glass with some wine and cut a small piece of pizza and put it on her bottle cap. She sat down and picked at it.

I did the thing that get guys in trouble with women all the time....I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

When a woman says nothing's wrong, something is wrong.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay. But I'm here if you do. No judgement. I'm know you've been experiencing some intensely emotional feelings over these last few days. So have I. I've been having a lot of mixed feelings lately too. If you want to talk about it, I'll listen."

She sat quietly for a few minutes, taking small bites of her pizza while I ate a full slice. The thoughts kept running through my mind. Did I do something? Did I not do something? I had to stifle a laugh. No matter what the size of the girl, "nothing" is a troubling word from them.

"What if Professor Stephens has found a way to make me big again."

"Would that not be a good thing?"

"Well, yes. I don't think......I want to be this size forever. But I'm not sure I want to change back right now."

I didn't say a word. One of the few things I do know about women is they usually don't want you to have the answers. They don't want you to fix things. They just want you to listen. So I listened.

"I'm living out a childhood fantasy. Who ever gets to do that? Physically, I really feel good. Better than in a long time. Maybe my lesser body mass is less affected by gravity or something. I just feel full of energy. Full of life."

I just nodded. Gravity can be a drag. Many of the injuries I've suffered throughout my life still cause me some painful moments, especially in my feet, knees and back. I've learned to ignore it most of the time, but somethings a certain pain will bring back the memory of when I injured that particular body part. Those memories are usually not very pleasant. Not all of them. Some are still hanging around from when I was a teenager. When I broke my ankle when my buddies and I were rooftop surfing. That's when you climb to the roof the buildings in town and jump from roof to roof. I missed judged the distance once and didn't make it to the other roof. Fortunately, there was a full dumpster in the alley and I landed in it. I broke my ankle, cracked a few ribs but I survived the four story fall. I've lost a little weight since I was discharged. I don't work out nearly as much and I've lost a little muscle mass, but since I don't eat that much, the muscle weight hadn't been replaced by fat. I can imagine being only a few ounces, gravity is really not dragging her down.

"There's just so many things I want to experience at this size. I'm the size of Arrietty like I used to pretend I was. I want to really feel like her. I want to explore the world as a Borrower. I want to live out my fantasy before it ends.........if it ends."





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Re: Little White Lies

Post by DocRick » Fri Dec 27, 2024 11:19 am

It had been a long day and with the pending meeting with Professor Stephens tomorrow, both of us decided to just go to sleep. I gave Ashley some bathroom time, then I left her on the nightstand while I washed my face and brushed my teeth. When I returned to the bedroom, she had walked over to my "Gentleman's Caddy" and was examining my watch, a pen and a $10 bill. I stood in the doorway, not saying a word. I just watched her as she ran her hands along the leather band of the watch, then leaning over a bit and taking of whiff of it. Her hands dropped below the top edge of the watch and her eyes closed. I had more than an idea of what she was doing. Then she gathered up her hair and put her "Arrietty" hairclip on it. She was wearing the frilly teddy she had fashioned the first night. It was barely big enough to cover her more than ample breasts and butt. An image began to formulate in my mind. One of my pubescent fantasies fueled by the Kong '76 movie scene of Kong holding Dwan in his hand while he fondled her in her little jungle outfit.

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I walked over to the bed and looked down at her. She had an odd look on her face, looking sort of lost in her thoughts, but with a slight smile. "I've never really been into these things. I didn't care what kind of watch or jewelry a guy wore, never even noticed them before, but right now, the size of them....well, the size of me...... They really drive in the reality of how small I am. It just gives me a shiver. I really feel like I did in some of my "Arrietty fantasies". Not my childhood ones, but the ones when I as a bit older. The feeling of vulnerability.....helplessness but wanting be touched....... being cradled in the hand of my Bean lover.....and the smell of the leather watch band combined with the smell of YOU........it's kinda intoxicating." she said in a soft, alluring voice.

"Yeah?" I replied in barely a whisper. "That little outfit you're wearing is a little intoxicating too." I started to reach down towards her. As she saw my hand approaching, she stood up, turning to face me. Her hands moved to the front of her teddy, one covering her breasts and the other her crotch, as if she was trying to protect herself from my eyes. She had a look of nervousness on her face. Not quite fear, but a little apprehension combined with desire, like a virginal bride on her wedding night.

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Re: Little White Lies

Post by DocRick » Sat Dec 28, 2024 3:38 am

As my hand draws nearer to Ashley, I extend my fingers and thumb, her eyes widening in response to the sight. I can see her start to tremble, but her feet stay planted on the top of the nightstand and her gaze remains transfixed on my face. This time, I don't place my hand down palm up for her to climb on. My finger slip around behind her and my index finger curls around her midsection as my thumb closes on top of the finger from the other side of her. She puts both her hands against my finger and tries to push it away, but she isn't nearly strong enough to make it budge. As the pincers formed by my finger and thumb tighten, she is pressed back against the palm of my hand. Then my remaining fingers close around her right leg, my middle finger tucking in at the top of her thighs. She's sitting on the tip of my finger like she was sitting on a horse. Her left leg is still free and she kicks the air, then she presses the sole of her foot against my hand and tries to push her body away from my hand, but to no avail. She is firmly, but gently, securely enclosed my hand. I allow my middle finger to move around a little and as she squirms in my hand. I can feel warmth and just a touch of wetness on the tip of my middle finger, ensuring me that my actions are what she desired. Her feet leave the nightstand as I lift her up in the air. I raise her higher until she is just about at the level of my chest. She is no longer struggling in my hand as she looks up into my face. I can still see some apprehension in her eyes, but I can also see a look of anticipation with the realization that her deepest, most personal, secret fantasy is about to become reality.





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I loosen my grip on Ashley as I rotate my hand palm up, so she is now kneeling on my palm. I just look at her for a few moments, my eyes traveling along her legs, up her belly and onto her breasts which are barely covered by her teddy. She still looks a little nervous, but she hasn't complained. With the index finger of my other hand, I slowly trace the outline of her legs, along her thighs, her hips, caressing her arms and shoulder before gently mussing her hair as my finger goes up and over her head to journey downward along the other side of her body. Her head lulls backwards and I hear a sign slip from her lips. I repeat it a few more times, then as my finger begins its decent, I gently run it over her chest, momentarily pausing when my fingernail catches the top of her teddy, then continuing down across her belly to her lap. The next run I hook my fingernail as little harder in the top of her teddy and as I pull it down, one of the shoulder straps snaps, exposing the breast on that side. A gentle rub of her belly and lap, then I take hold of the loose flap of her teddy and pull it gently down until the second strap snaps, leaving her majestic breasts in full view and at the pleasure of my finger........




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She stands up, leaning forward against the heel of my hand as if she's trying to get closer to my finger which is still just lightly caressing her skin. A gentle rub of her belly and lap, then I take hold of the loose flap of her teddy and pull it gently down, leaving her majestic breasts in full view and at the pleasure of my finger. I give my full attention to her breasts, gently rubbing my fingertip down across her nipples, the ridges in my fingerprints causing her to moan and her knees nearly buckle under her. I circle her breasts with my fingertip now, each journey around culminating with a caress of the nipples. Her hand drops down to her vagina, but I push it away with my finger, then with the tip of my finger upwards, I give her pussy a feel, gently gliding back to front. She is thoroughly lubricated by now and as my fingertip ridges ride against her clitoris, she collapses onto my palm.....



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I pinch her teddy and pull it off of Ashley, lifting it into the air for a moment, then letting it fall to the floor. Taking hold of her ankles, I roll her onto her belly and start running my finger from her neck, down her spine, across the cleft of her ass and down between her thighs. She gasps as my finger glides across her labia, then I run my finger back up towards her neck again. She tries to roll over, but I pin her facedown on my palm with my thumb and my finger runs up and down her back several more times, each time lingering a little longer between her thighs as she writhes and moans.

I take a hold of her by the hips and lift her off of my hand, then flop her over on her back. With my middle finger pinning her down on my hand, my ring and index finger play with her nipples. She starts panting, and saying "Please.....please.....please......" I release her from beneath my fingers, then slip my index finger under her knee and slip it under her ass, then withdrawing it slowly across her pussy and rubbing the inside of her thighs. I rotate my finger and touch just the tip to her vagina, gently caressing and petting it. I remembered what she said in her dream, so I was mindful not to press too hard. But I needn't worry. She arches her back, driving her pussy onto my finger, humping it and crying out in pleasure. "Oh....oh....oh....yes....."

But, I think, "No. Not yet." I pull back just a little, so my touch is light as a feather. She reaches out and grabs the end of my finger and tries to pull it down on her, or pull her up onto it, but she isn't strong enough. She tries to wrap her legs around my finger, but I just raise my hand slightly and her attempts fail. Shes wriggling around in my hand like a handful of earthworms. She tries to put her own hands between her legs, but I block them and grabbing both of her hands between my thumb and index finger, I hold them over her head as my middle finger takes over tormenting her.

"Tell me you want it." I whispered.

"Oh yeah, I want it...I want it bad." she whispers in reply.

"Tell me you need it."

"Oh, god, I need it. Do it....do it to me...."

"Beg for it."

"Oh, baby. Please take me....please I need it. Don't make me wait any longer.......I can't stand it.......Please......."

She's nearly in tears now. There comes a time when pleasure becomes pain, so I decide she's had enough. I push down a little harder on her pussy, massaging it up and down with a slight rotation of my fingertip. Within seconds, her back arches as her head is thrown backward and she screams in extasy as the orgasm ignites and spreads throughout her body, curling her fingers and toes, releasing a flood of her honey onto my finger.

As I place my finger to my lips and taste her sweetness, she's pulled herself into a fetal position on my hand rocking back and forth, alternating between sighing and giggling.

"OH MY GOD..........that was soooooooooooo incredible. That was the most intense sensation I have ever felt." pausing for a few deep breaths "I was a little frightened when you were holding my hands over my head, but that just made everything so more......... exciting. I felt......powerless. Completely helpless but wanting you even more."

I let her lay there for a few more moments as she caught her breath. She was still squirming around, stretching her arms and legs alternating with arching her back. When she stopped and was just lying still, my thumb and little finger closed around her belly, holding her firmly in place on my palm. I raised her up to my face, pressing her ass to my lips. Her legs were bent, her feet firmly planted against my upper lip as my tongue slowly slipped out between my lips and between the cheeks of her ass. She gasped and started to struggle but my fingers were holding her firmly. My tongue moved up to her pussy and I began to gently lick it, pressing a little harder until the tip separated her labia lips and just a couple of the taste buds on the very end penetrated inside her. The image of a naked Valerie Scott struggling in my hand as I ravished her flashing before my eyes, I kept lapping her until she had her second coming, just as intense as the first. As she recovered, I used my tongue to clean all her juices from the inside of her thighs and vagina. Two of my teenage fantasies had just actually happened......I found myself selfishly hoping she could stay this size forever.........

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"Look at that moon !!!" Ashley exclaimed.

The moon was full and shining in the window. I turned off the bedroom light and carried Ashley over to the window, raising my hand high so she could look out the window.

"It's so beautiful. I feel like it's shining up there just for us."

Well, it's shining for about 4 billion other people, but tonight.......I'll let her have it.

Turning from the window, I carried her back to the bed. I laid down and set her down next to me. She leaned back against my stomach.

"You were amazing. I've never felt anything like that before. Are you sure you've never made love to a tiny little lady before? You really seemed to know exactly what you were doing." she said with a giggle.

"Well, I don't think I've ever said this to a girl, but you were the first for me. The first five-inch-tall lover I've ever had. Can't say no one else ever has, but I have feeling we were the first." I replied, laughing just a little. "I just played it by ear. Not really that much different doing it with a full-size girl. Just have to consider the difference in scale. " Well, most of it wasn't all that different. My erection has finally subsided. I was really tempted to "introduce" him to her, but I wasn't sure she was ready for it. It's a few inches taller than she is when it's at attention. But I did tell the truth, sort of...... I've never made love to a miniature lady. At least not in reality. I've done it countless times in my imagination. I still haven't decided to reveal my fantasies regarding Valerie or other tiny lady scenarios. It's always been a personal thing. I always thought it was a little weird, maybe even deviant, but now that I actually lived it, my wildest fantasies couldn't hold a candle to what I just did with Ashley.....TO Ashley. She didn't resist, but what if I would have asked first? I just kind of took her. She didn't resist much, and she says she enjoyed it. I know I enjoyed it. What a feeling of absolute power. Even if she told me to stop, she couldn't have prevented me from doing it. I would have, of course, but just the knowledge that she was literally in the palm of my hand and I could have done anything I wanted to her.....God, I have to stop overthinking things.

I moved my hand down and covered her with it. She was still naked and probably getting a little chilled. She pulled my fingers down on top of her, and I started gently stroking her skin. I could feel her breasts under my middle finger. I let it twitch a little and felt her tiny nipple under the fingertip. She said, "Oh no you don't. Not again. I'm exhausted." Then she quietly added, "But tomorrow......"



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Re: Little White Lies. An illustrated story

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The sun beam coming through the bedroom window woke me up. Not moving anything but my eyes, I found Ashley sleeping on my chest. I didn't want to wake her yet, but I was hungry, so I gently picked her up and set her down on the pillow. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. No bags under my eyes today. In fact, my eyes had a clarity that I wasn't used to seeing in the mornings. My tongue parted my lips and glided over my mustache.....the taste ensured me that what happened last night wasn't a dream.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went into the kitchen and started breakfast. French toast with blue berries and raspberries sounded good. With my favorite cast iron pan heating up, I prepared the eggs and got a few slices of bread. I won't have to make as many as I would in the past. She's not gonna eat much, just a few bites of mine. Ashley's turning out to be a pretty cheap date.

Returning to the bedroom, I didn't see her on the pillow. Looking over her "room" on the nightstand, I was startled by what I saw.....she was wearing this fuzzy sheer wrap. There was not much left to the imagination, and I had to put MY imagination in check unless I wanted to burn breakfast.

"Good morning, little one." I said.

She turned with a start. I guess she didn't hear me walk in, though I'm not sure how that could happen. As lightly as I have been trying to walk, my footsteps must give enough vibration for her to feel, even if she is on the nightstand.

She recovered from her surprise, then twirled around like she was on a runway at a fashion show. "What do you think?"

"You look good enough to eat. And speaking of eating, breakfast is almost ready." I reached down and she climbed onto my hand. Carrying her into the bathroom, I filled a Dixie cup with warm water so she could wash up. "I'll be back in a minute." I said as I left her to finish breakfast.

The French toast was done so I put it on a plate with the fruit and doused it with maple syrup. Putting the plate on the table, I set up one of her dollhouse sized tables with a bottle cap for a plate and two toothpicks she has learned to use like large chopsticks. I wish I could find some silverware her size. Maybe later I'll do a search on Amazon.

She was finished cleaning up when I walked back into the bathroom. I set my hand, palm up, on the counter and she scooted herself to the middle of my hand. Lifting her up to my face, I gave her a little kiss, rather she gave me a kiss on my upper lip. As tiny as her lips were, I could feel them pressing against my lip and it felt exquisite. Sure, it wasn't a hard passionate kiss that a normal sized woman could give, but it still sent a chill down my spine and straight to my groin. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, she couldn't see the front of my sweatpants.

I set her down on the table, then sat down in my chair. Ashley knelt on the edge of my plate and reached towards the French toast, dipping her finger into the syrup. She put her finger to her mouth and licked it off her finger. As I watched her, a thought crept into my primal brain. Syrup would sure be tasty licked and sucked off her entire body. I had to resist the urge to nudge her face first into my breakfast. Maybe another time. Definitely another time.

We ate breakfast in relative silence. If not for her occasional glances up at me with a sly smile, I would think something was wrong. Maybe last night was not as well taken with her as it was with me. No, I think she enjoyed it every bit as much as I did. I'm going to have to recall some of my past fantasies and experiment with her to see if she is as receptive as my imaginary tiny ladies were. Particularly if she is willing to "take a ride on the wild horse."


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Some things will have to wait. It was such a nice day, Ashley wanted to go outside so we got dressed and I carried her out the back door.

"Hey" she said. "Set me down. I want to explore."

"Okay" I replied. I knelt down and put my hand on the wooden plank of the porch and she hopped off. I stood up and moved back a step. I just watched her as she meandered around the deck furniture and the railing around the porch. She would kneel down and run her hands on the smooth grain of the wood decking, then stand next to the leg of a chair and look straight up at the bottom of the seat.

"Hey, you need to clean under these chairs. Spiders.......blech" she said.

As she got to the top of the steps, she paused and looked down. The height of each step was about 8 inches, comparatively about 8 feet for Ashley. She sat down on the step and put her hands on the edge, then swung her body over the side. She lowered herself until her feet were just off the top of the next step, then let go off the step above and dropped down to the next one. "Well, that wasn't so hard. Not sure about climbing back up though." she laughed as she walked to the next one and repeated the process until she had descended the four steps to the ground. I hadn't cleaned out the brush from the garden, yet this spring and Ashley walked over to garden and started examining the sprouts and weeds that had been growing for a couple weeks. "It's like walking through a jungle. I can't see more than 20 feet around me....well, 20 inches to you, I would guess. The plants look amazing from down here. Everything is so green, it's spellbinding. Whoa.....what's that? Never mind. Just an ant. But it's almost as big as my foot. Think it would make a good pet?" she laughed.

I had walked down the steps and squatted down. My grandfather had been a soldier in "Nam and he had adopted the Vietnamese style of sitting and he taught it to me when he would take my hiking and camping as a kid. It's very comfortable and you can sit that way for a long time without getting muscle cramps. I used it frequently when I was on operations. Basically, you have your feet flat on the ground, heels together and your feet are spread in a wide "V", you're sitting with your butt on your calves. From this angle, I could easily see her moving around in the foliage without having to be so close, I'm towering over her.



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And then, out of the corner of my eye, a rustle in the taller grass about 20 feet away. My senses rocketed to full alertness, like when when my unit was behind enemy lines gathering intelligence and you would hear a foot step or a voice.....My eyes began to scan the spot where I saw the movement. All I could see was the grass and whatever was there was still concealed from view. Then I saw it....an orange tail of a cat flicking just above the tops of the tallest grass. My hand shot out and my fingers closed around Ashley and I lifted her off the ground, then stood up.

"Aaaaaah !! What? What are you doing?" she cried out, the dizzying effect of the sudden change in altitude nearly causing her to blackout.

"I'm sorry....a cat." I said as I pointed towards the spot I had seen the feline. It obviously had smelled her or saw her movements as she was shaking the oversized grass blades and was stalking her....as prey.

Now standing up and Ashley, sitting in my palm at the height of my chest, we could easily see it. I bent down just enough to pick up a rock and threw it towards the cat. Not trying to hit it of course, I have always loved animals and wouldn't want to hurt one, but close enough to scare it away. I could feel her shudder in my hand as she came to grips that what was once harmless to her, was now a very clear and present danger to her at her current size.

"It's okay." she said. "I was lost in the moment and wasn't paying attention. I would think I would have heard it." She shuddered again, apparently the horrific realization of what could have happened if I hadn't been right there overcame her.

"Do you want to go back inside?" I asked.

"No. Let's stay out here for a while. But, I'd like to see these plants from a.......little bit higher altitude, if that's okay."

With Ashley sitting in my palm, I slowly walked over to some of the taller shrubs and grasses and let her reach out and examine them from a safer position. I saw a ladybug on one of the plants and moved her closer to it. She reached her hand out to it, and it crawled over to her and onto her palm. It completely covered the palm of her hand.

"It's so cute. Do these things bite?"

"Well, I've never been bitten by one, but I've never encountered one the size of a football."

The ladybug tried to crawl up her arm, but it was too big to get a grip. It abruptly opened its wing covers and flew away. Ashley fell backwards, startled by the sudden movement of the bug. We stayed out a while longer, then the skies to the west began to darken. Another spring storm moving in. As the first drops began to fall, I covered Ashley with my free hand and carried her back into the house.



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Leaving Ashley in the living room with the television on, I went to take a shower. We have to go see Professor Stephens this evening and I seriously needed a shave and a good scrubbing. I had considered asking Ashley to join me, but I needed to get clean and didn't need any distractions. I've always liked to use my shower time to think about whatever needed thinking about. Now, there was only one thing on my mind and my body was reminding me of it. Turning the water to "cold", I rinsed off, then got out, dried myself off and got dressed again.

When I got back into the living room, I saw Ashley on the floor. She had climbed down off of the couch somehow, probably using the seams as handholds, and dragged my Scrabble game out from under the couch. It must have been a chore for her. She must have made several trips, pulling the board, then the box of letters, then both of the piece holders. Honestly, I was impressed at her tenacity. We played for a couple hours. It took her a lot more time to make a word than it did I. She had to walk across the board, looking at all the words already in place, then walk back to her piece holder, select a couple letters at a time, then walk back onto the board and put them in place. If it was a long word, two or more trips she would have to make. Truthfully, I didn't mind at all. I thought for a moment to offer to help her with her letters, but I didn't. First, I liked that she was trying to be a little more independent. That is good for her psyche. I didn't want her to slip into a depression, feeling helpless. Second, it gave me an excuse just to sit there on the floor and watch her walk around, shaking that cute little butt of hers. She won every game. Not that I felt sorry for her and let her win, she's just a lot smarter than I am.

It's not that I'm dumb or uneducated or anything like that. I have a broad base of knowledge of pharmacology, anatomy and physiology, chemistry and biology. All the subjects I studied while attending the medical classes in the military. I tried to take sociology and philosophy courses but from what I've learned about human beings during my life, it's all a bunch of bullshit. If you're not careful, the professors will indoctrinate you into believing what they believe, instead of teaching you to think for yourself. Basically, everyone is out for themselves, and they'll use anything or anyone to get what they want, even if they have to lie, cheat, steal or con someone to get it. In addition to her cuteness, that's one of the things I like about Ashley. She's a straight shooter. She says what she means, and she means what she says. It's rather refreshing. I just wish I could be a little more like her in that way.

"Hey. Where you at? I got fifteen points, plus two triple letter scores and a double word score. I get 35 points. Read it and weep. Kiss my ass, sucka !!!"

"Oh, really?" I replied. My hand shot out towards Ashley and I grabbed her with my thumb and index finger on her hips, lifted her up towards my face. I turned her upside down and as her skirt dropped, exposing her ass. She started giggling and kicking her feet, but I pressed her butt to my lips and kissed it. Then I unceremoniously set her back on the board. She just sat on the board in a pile of disrupted words and laughed.

"I guess I asked for that one?" she said. I picked her up again, this time much slower and gently, pushed the board aside and laid down on the floor with my head on a pillow from the couch. I set Ashley down on my chest and just looked at her for a moment. I think she was starting to blush a little, so I broke the tension.

"How are you feeling about going to see the professor this evening?" I asked her.

"Nervous. But hopeful. I don't know. I've been trying to keep it out of my thoughts. These last few days have been amazing. And not just you, you big jerk. Stop grinning. Although, yes, last night....wow !!!" She paused for a moment, a look of deep thought in her face. "Just everything. At this size, you wouldn't believe what I can see. The detail in everything, even something as mundane as the texture of carpet is fascinating. I wish you could see it through my eyes. I don't think I would change what happened to me for anything........especially the part about meeting you."

I took my hand and cupped it next to her, then rolled onto my side. She tumbled into my hand as I turned and I pulled her close to me, just under my chin. "I wouldn't have changed anything either. No matter where this goes, being with you makes everything seem like it was supposed to happen just this way." Ashley curled up in my hand. We just lay there quietly, listening to the rain hitting the roof.



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The rain kept up most of the afternoon. We didn't do much, just hung out on the couch and watched some movies. Neither of us seemed to be in much of a talking mood. I guess we were both thinking about Professor Stephens. I really didn't expect anything to happen. She most likely just wanted to examine Ashley so she could try to understand how she became so tiny. At least, I was hoping. I didn't want this to end so soon. I knew I was being selfish. I was enjoying a fantasy from my younger days. I supposed Ashley was hoping she could be restored to her normal size. That is what anyone would expect but she did seem to be enjoying our relationship as it is now. I could have asked her, but I really wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer. I've been playing this by ear since I found her, just trying to react to each situation as it comes. The last thing I want to do is upset her by making her think I wanted our relationship to change or maybe worse, not change. Would she be able to handle being five inches tall forever? Would I be able to maintain a relationship forever with her at this size?

I suddenly realized that one of my fingers was stroking her hair as she laid back against me. She didn't seem to mind. Occasionally, she would grab hold of my finger and either kiss the tip of it or wrap her arms around it and hug it. It finally came time to get ready to go. I got up and set her "bathtub" in the bathroom, a ceramic bowl on a coffee cup warmer and filled it with bubble bath. I picked her up off the couch and left her in the bathroom for about a half hour. When I went back, I knocked, and she responded to come in. She was wrapped in a piece of washcloth that I had cut to a scale sized bath towel. Carrying her into the bedroom, feeling her warm soft skin on my skin, I was nearly tempted to initiate a little romance, but I withheld myself. We did have to get going. She dressed in her box/dressing room, coming out in a blouse, skirt and knee-high boots.

"Wow." I said. "You look great."

She blushed and just said "Thank you." as she climbed onto my hand.

I was already dressed, wearing a button-down shirt with a pocket for Ashley to ride in. The rain had stopped, but I still wore a windbreaker just to help keep her concealed from anyone we may encounter on the way to the lab.


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We passed a few people on the walk to the lab, but no one I knew so there were no delays. I rang the bell, and the door buzzed open. I walked up the stairs to the lab floor, down the hall and into Professor Stephens office. She was waiting for us and immediately asked to see Ashley. I opened my pocket a little with my fingers and Ashley raised her arms over her head so I could take hold of her by her waist. I gently lifted her out and placed her in the palm of my other hand.

"Put her on the desk." Professor Stephens said rather, shall I say, professionally? No please, no thank you, just straight forward. I lowered my hand to the top of the desk and Ashley slid off onto the desk. She just stood there while Professor Stephens just looked at her without saying a word.

Finally, she extended a finger towards Ashley and Ashley took it in a modified handshake. "It's nice to meet you, Professor." Ashley said.

"Yes." was the professor's response. "Let's get started" she said as she stood up. Pointing towards Ashley, she told me to pick her up and follow her. I complied and let Ashley crawl onto my hand. Since no one else was around, I just carried her on my palm. "Set her down there" the professor said, indicating to a lab table. After Ashley was again standing in front of her, the professor instructed her to get undressed, then turning to me, she said, "You may wait in my office." I looked down at Ashley, who looked a bit anxious, but then she smiled and nodded. As I turned to leave, she was already taking off her doll clothes.


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I've been sitting in Professor Stephen's office for two hours. I've played too many to count games of Pac Man and Tetris. How much longer is this going to take?

My question was answered by a buzz from above. "You can come back in now" came Professor Stephen's voice over the intercom. I got up and went back through the door into the lab. Professor Stephens greeted me, but I didn't see Ashley around. "We've did every test we can do now. I'll have to go over all the results and try to find some abnormality that may lead us to the reason your young lady was changed into a........smaller human. For now, you can take her home and go about your business until I contact you."

"Okay" I responded. "Where is she now?" I said looking around. I saw her clothes on the table but no Ashley.

"Miss Parker" the professor called out. "Bring the subject back into the main lab."

Miss Parker? I thought to myself. Who the hell is Miss Parker?

The door opened and a young woman walked in, carrying Ashley in her hand.

"Emily ?!?!?"


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Emily set Ashley down on the lab table near her pile of clothes. I politely turned my back so she could get dressed as Emily stepped around me and turned back around. "So Sport," enjoying your vaca?" For some reason, Emily called everyone "Sport". I don't know why, but I guess it fits her bubbly personality.

"Yeah" I responded. Ashley and I have been having as good a time as could be expected under these circumstances. So, Professor Stephens told you about her? Us, I mean."

"Yeah. She told me she needed an assistant for her examination of Ashley. She swore me to secrecy, so don't worry about it getting out. Ashley's a nice girl. I'm glad you found her. It could have been much worse."

"I'm glad I found her too. I'd hate to imagine what could have happened to her."

"Me, too. She couldn't have been rescued by a nicer guy. Hey, I gotta run. See ya around."

With that, she left the office. I turned back around, and Ashley was dressed and seemed anxious to go back to the house. I set my hand down on the table and she quickly climbed on and settled herself in the middle of my palm. Professor Stephens gathered up her notes and left without another word. I carried Ashley out of the building. It was dark now and I didn't see anyone around so I asked Ashley if she would be comfortable sitting on my shoulder. She said okay, so I raised my hand up to my left shoulder and she climbed off my hand and sat on my shoulder, holding on to my shirt collar for support. She was quiet the entire walk across the park. When we got back to the house, she said she was tired, so I carried her to the bedroom and set her down on the nightstand, then excused myself to use the restroom. When I got back, she had changed into her homemade teddy which she had fixed since I broke the straps last night. She was just sitting there, staring out into space, so I took off my shirt and pants and got into bed.

"Something the matter?" I asked. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Nothing's wrong." she replied. Okay, that's the danger sign. Something is wrong. I reached over and gently scooped up her and her blanket. She didn't resist so I rolled over onto my back and set her down on my chest.




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"What do Professor Stephens do to you in the lab?" I asked.

Ashley didn't respond for a moment, then started. "She's a little cold. She treated me more like a specimen than a person. She wasn't very gentle picking me up and putting me down. And she didn't seem to realize how cold I was."

"Yeah, I guess as a scientist she doesn't have much of a bedside manner. So, she gave you a thorough examination?"

"First, she weighed and measured me. Then she poked and proded me and tested my flexibility. Then she would put me down and start typing into her laptop.

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"I spent a lot of time just standing around. I met one of the lab mice though. They're not as cute close up, if you know what I mean. Then she had me give a urine sample and a poop sample. She wanted a blood sample. Obviously, any needle would be way to big so she let me poke my finger with the smallest needle she could find and I squeezed a couple drops onto a microscope slide. She also snipped off a little of my hair for a DNA test, she said. She took a couple x-rays too. That's when Emily came in."

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"I didn't know about Emily being brought on board. Professor Stephens didn't mention that to me. What did you think about her?" I asked.

"She was much nicer. She would tell me before picking me up and she would hold her fingers closer to me. I suppose for warmth. She could tell I was cold, I guess. She had to take me and the mouse to another room for a "comparative anatomy" exam. Sitting in her hand with the mouse was little unnerving, but that little guy sure was warm." She smiled for the first time since she started recounting her evening. "I had to lay on my back, then my belly while Professor Stephens examined me with a magnifying glass and took a number of photographs of me standing and lying next to a ruler. That really drove home how small I really am. Looking at the five inch mark just above my eye level......Wow. Just wow."

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that. I must have been rough. Getting an exam is uncomfortable enough when you're normal sized. It must have been a little scary for you."

"It was, but having Emily there helped a bit." Then she got quiet........

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"Emily spoke very highly of you. Have you known her long?" Ashley said without looking at me.

I said, "We met when I first started working there. She helped me find my way around the place and where everything was stored. She made my learning my job a lot easier."

"Well, I don't want to be in the way. I've always hated being the fifth wheel."

At that, I laughed, Ashley bouncing around a little as my chest heaved up and down."

"What's so funny?" she said, a little perturbed.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Emily and I are just friends. I'm not her type."

"Not her type? What, does she only like younger guys, rich guys or something?"

"No, you're more her type."

"I am? I don't understand..........OH. You mean she's.............."

"Yup. She is. I think that's why I like her so much. I don't have to wonder if she likes me when she flirts with me. I know she's just being playful. I can be myself around her. I don't have to concern myself with impressing her or trying to read her mind or anything. She's just comfortable to be around. Maybe the two of you can be friends. It might be nice for you to have some female company every once in a while."

"You trying to get rid of me? I know having me around can be a hassle sometimes for you."

"Sorry, you're stuck with me. She lives in the dorms with three other girls. She I trust to keep you a secret, but I wouldn't want to risk having anyone else knowing, especially three women. You know how women are....."

With that I got a punch to the chest. "You're a rat !!!" she said with a smile. She curled up on my chest, pulling the blanket up around her. I cupped my hand and put it over her. "We'll see." she said. "She's not my type either."

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Somebody woke up in a good mood this morning. I was roused from my slumber by two tiny hands attempting to pry open my eyelids. I guess the last four nights of not getting any decent amount of sleep finally caught up to me. Luckily, I'm not a restless sleeper. I woke up in the exact same position I laid down in.....flat on my back. I read once that people who sleep on their back are reasonably secure in their lives, people who sleep on their belly are totally secure and people who sleep curled up on their sides are the least secure. It has something to do with how the kings over the centuries were observed sleeping. The ones that feared assassination the least, slept on their bellies as that is the most vulnerable position to sleep in. I'm somewhere in the middle, I guess. Not confident that no one is going to try to kill me, but confident in my abilities to defeat any attempts. But enough of this dribble. Who really cares when the legs of a beautiful lady are straddling your nose......

I reached behind her and grabbed her by the hips with my thumb and index finger, picking her up high above me while she kicked and squealed with laughter. I brought her down, rather rapidly and kissed her on the belly. Sitting up, I told her good morning then got out of bed and carried her to the bathroom so we could freshen up a bit. Ashley wanted to take a quick bath, still feeling a little dirty from her examination at the lab last night. So I filled the ceramic bowl I had left in there with some hot soapy water and left her to herself while I went into the kitchen to make coffee and start breakfast.

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Twenty minutes later, I went to the bathroom to check on Ashley. She was already out of the tub, I mean the bowl and was dressed. Placing my hand, palm up, next to the vanity, Ashley jumped on and we went back into the kitchen, just as the waffles were about done. Adding maple syrup, cream cheese and strawberries, I set the plate down on the table. Ashley couldn't wait and she jumped onto the plate and tore a chuck of waffle off the stack, dipped it in some syrup, slapped some cream cheese on it and ate it, smearing her face with the syrup and cheese. I picked her up again from behind and lifted her up to eye level. "Wanna suck face, baby?" I asked as I pulled to my lips and "sucked" the sweet syrup off her face. Laughing, I set her back down and proceeded to cut some small smidgeons of food from the stack and scraping them to the edge of the plate. Ashley sat down on the table and started eating again, the portions small enough that she could eat without covering her face with the toppings again.


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"You know, I was thinking", I said. "Since we can't open your phone, maybe you might want to send her an email. Tell her you broke your phone or something. You haven't called or texted her since..............we met......and she might be getting worried. You can use my laptop. It's a school computer so you won't have to worry about the IP."

"That's a good idea. Maybe I'll tell her about my new really tall boyfriend." she giggled.

Boyfriend....she called me her boyfriend. Hey, why not? Just because it took her turning into Tinkerbell for me to meet her, doesn't mean we're not in a relationship."

"You really shouldn't mention me. If your mom is like my mom, she's going to want pictures of us, and I don't think I can photoshop well enough to make both of us normal size."

"I guess you're right. As always......." she said as she flicked a glop of cream cheese at me.

"Oh, you really don't want to start a food fight with me. I think I just may have a slight advantage."

"You think so?" she said as she threw a chunk of strawberry at me.

I put down my fork and reached for her, picking her up by the hips and laid her face down in the remains of the waffles, syrup and cream cheese, then rolled her over, thoroughly coating her in the sweet sticky mess. She started laughing, saying "Okay, okay. You win. Uncle, uncle."

I lifted her off of the plate and held her up in front of me. She gave me a look.....a little shyness, but a little flirtatious too. I leaned back in my chair and lifted her over my mouth. Lowering her to my lips, I caught her feet in my lips and began licking the soles of her feet. She started squirming a little and I sucked her into my mouth up to her knees, using my tongue to lick the syrup and cream cheese off her legs. I pulled her back out, keeping her feet in my mouth, then sucked her in deeper, up to her hips. I continued to lick her legs as I slid her in and out of my mouth, all the way up to her shoulders, rotating her like I was sucking on a popsicle until her teddy came off, then finally using my tongue to separate her legs, I cleaned her inner thighs, then moved to her honey pot. Ashley began to moan as her back arched and she let her head fall back. I worked her vagina until she reached her climax, then fell limp half in and half out of my lips. I bent forward and relaxing my lips, I let her slide out into my waiting palm, panting like she had just run a marathon.

"Oh.....my.....god. That was incredible." she finally was able to say.

"A little messy, but you make a great dessert."

"What happened to my teddy?" she said as she suddenly realized she was sitting naked in my hand. I reached into my mouth and pulled her teddy out from between my teeth and gums where my tongue has deposited it when it came off Ashley.

"I don't think you want to put it back on right now." I stood up and carried her back into the bathroom and dropped her into the still warm soapy water in the bowl. "I think you need another bath. I'll get you some clean clothes." I turned and walked out of the bathroom, noticing the raging hard-on I had right now. Stopping in the middle of the bedroom, I looked down at my Johnson and said to myself, "Don't worry, buddy. We'll figure this out."


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Getting dressed in the bedroom while Ashley was still taking a bath, a troubling thought again slipped through my subconscious mind into my consciousness. I had again simply taken Ashley. Just picked her up and had sex with her. Well, you could consider it sex. I didn't ask her, didn't warn her, just grabbed her and took her. She couldn't have prevented me if she had tried. She did initiate it, sort of, and did say she enjoyed it, but it still troubled me that I seem to be feeling that she was just mine for the taking. Like she's not even a person anymore......just a plaything to have anytime I want.

We were on a long-range recon patrol, well behind the Iraqi lines. An Iraqi defector was with us, acting as a guide and interpreter. We had bivouacked near a friendly, or at least an anti-Saddam family's hovel, dug into the ground in individual fighting holes. It was a around midnight when the defector said he had to take a shit and slipped out of his hole. He walked over to the hovel and was gone for about ten minutes. When he came back to the unit, he had a smug look on his face and was zipping up his pants. Our Lieutenant climbed out of his hole and walked over the farmhouse. He found a 12-year-old Iraqi girl bloody and crying. With his limited vocabulary of Arabic, he learned that the deserter had beaten and raped the little girl. When the Lieutenant came back to our bivouac, he pulled the pin on a hand grenade and dropped it into the deserter's foxhole, blowing him to Hell. He got on the radio and called in a KIA from an IED and requested immediate helicopter extraction of the unit. None of us ever said anything about the incident when we learned why the scumbag was fragged. Any of us would probably have done the same thing. The ride back to our base in the back of the copter was the quietest flight I have ever been on. The Lieutenant, a devout Baptist who never smoked, drank or swore, bummed three smokes off of me by the time we set down on the helipad.

I picked up a pair of Bratz doll shorts and a tank top for Ashley. I knocked on the bathroom door and was greeted with "Come in." Ashley was out of the bowl and wrapped in a cutdown towel. I handed her the clothing and turned my back so she could get dressed. "Okay, I'm ready" I heard her say so I turned back around and offered her my hand. She climbed on and I carried her to the kitchen and set her down by my laptop. I turned it on, opened the email page and typed in her mom's email address. Ashley stepped up onto the keyboard and began hopping around, landing on the key she wanted to type. A few times, she had to step off and walk around the keyboard to get to a key on the other side. I could have helped her, but I wanted her to do it herself. Besides, she looked so damn cute hopping around like a mouse sized kangaroo. When she finished, she stepped back and proofread it and looked to me for approval. I simply nodded and she walked over to the mouse and pushed it around until the arrow was on the SEND icon. She spun around and sat done on the mouse, depressing the button and sending her fiction filled email to her mother.




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Shutting down the laptop, I was just about to ask Ashley what she was in the mood for today, when a loud knock came from the door.  I told Ashley to duck behind the laptop, and I would get rid of whoever was out there. I walked to the front door and opened it slightly, just to have it pushed completely open. Emily walked in, saying "Good morning, Sport. Glad to find you home. Where's the mouse?"

Ashley stepped out from behind the laptop and said, "Stop calling me "mouse", you beanpole. The tone of Ashley's voice told me that she hadn't taken offense for Emily's nickname for her, so I didn't say anything. Emily walked over to the table, tossing a box she was carrying onto the floor and reached out towards Ashley. Just before her hand closed around Ashley's tiny body, she asked if she could give her a hug. Ashley lifted her arms over her head in an unmistakable acceptance to the offer and Emily wrapped her fingers around Ashley and picked her up off the table and pulled her into her chest. She "hugged" her for a moment, then moved her away from her so she could get a good look at her.

"You're looking good, Ash." she cooed. "For a mouse girl!!!!!", laughing.

"Lift me up to your face, Em." Ashley requested of the giant girl holding her. Emily lifted her right up to her nose, so close she had to look at her cross eyed. "Good morning, Em." Ashley said as she punched her in the nose. At her size, the punch had no weight behind it and Ashley grabbed both sides of her nose and pulled herself close enough to give Emily a kiss on the tip of it. Emily laughed hysterically, patted Ashley on the head and set her back down on the table.

"You've got a bit of a glow to you, Ash. You been sunbathing or is it something else?" Emily asked, with a grin.

Ashley didn't respond, but even at her size, it was clear to see she was blushing. I think I was too, but no one was paying any attention to me.




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Emily picked up the box she had brought in and set it down on the table next to Ashley. Opening it, she began to pull out some things, doll clothes much cuter than the stuff I had purchased, some plates and glasses that were just about the right scale for Ashley, and a Beanie Baby dog. Ashley's eyes lit up at seeing the stuffed dog. "OMG. That looks just like my dalmatian my family had when I was a kid. Thank you !!!" she said as she wrapped her arms around the toy.

"You're welcome, Doll......Whoops, No offense." Emily said with a grin. Ashley picked up one of the doll boots and threw it at Emily, though the missile didn't have the velocity to reach her. Emily bent down and picked up the boot and put it back on the table, then turned and walked to the kitchen cupboard. She opened each cupboard, then the refrigerator. "God, you're such a fucking guy." she said without looking at me. She scanned the counter and found a notepad and a pen and started scribbling. "Alright Sport. This is a girl's afternoon. This poor girl has been cooped up with you for almost a week. Get out. Go for a walk or something." She handed me the paper with a list of food written on it, some type of fish I've never heard of, some vegetables and fruit, spices, olive oil and beer. "I'm making dinner tonight. Go shopping and don't come back", looking at her watch, "until four o'clock."

I looked over at Ashley and she gave me a grin and a thumb's up. "Okay" I said and walked over to Ashley. I set my hand down on the table and she climbed on, squatting down instead of her normal sitting, I carefully lifted her to me face and gave her a kiss on the cheek....well, on the side of her head, neck and shoulder to be more precise. I set her back down, grabbed my coat and keys and headed towards the door where Emily was holding it open. Emily puckered up for a kiss but instead of giving her one, I slapped her on the ass as I walked by. "Later, ladies." I called over my shoulder as I walked out. I wasn't one hundred percent sure this was a good idea, but I guess Ashley did need some time with another woman. She probably could use someone to talk to about our "relationship", a third party without emotional ties. I knew I couldn't, and wouldn't even if I could, talk about this to another guy. That, would be difficult. How would I explain how I could believe I was falling for a girl small enough to fit in my shirt pocket and could never have normal sex with. Maybe I could talk about it with Emily. At least, she knows about Ashley and may be able to understand how I feel, even if I'm not really sure myself.



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Re: Little White Lies. An illustrated story

Post by DocRick » Mon Jan 13, 2025 3:52 am

I walked down to the river to think for a while. Ever since I found the trail to this place, I've been coming here quite often. It's peaceful and the banks of the river are not conducive to hikers and it's not deep enough for canoes or kayaks, so it's always private. In fact, Ashley was the first person I've ever brought down here. It's like my own little private world here. It seems most of my life lately has been rather private. I've not met anyone I wanted to let in. Most people I meet around the college are from well to do, or even very wealthy families and the biggest issue in their lives is which club to go to on Saturday night and what shoes to wear. Then comes Ashley. Her world is rather fucked up right now. Not the least of her worries is she's only five inches tall and vulnerable to just about anything and everything. And for some reason, known only to the Cosmos, we found each other. She needed me. That part is obvious. People are generally self-centered and self-serving and the odds of anyone else finding her and not taking advantage of her was slim. God, she's beautiful. Wouldn't anyone feel like King Kong or the Giant in Jack and the Beanstalk? I find temptation slapping me in the face every time I look at her. At least I have the discipline to resist the primal urge to dominate her. But is it really discipline or is it something else?

Growing up, I was raised a Methodist because my father, a Catholic, didn't want to be dragging the seven of us kids to his church, so we went to mom's church. Most of my neighborhood friends were Catholics and I slipped into the Catechism classes when we were in middle school. No one was the wiser until the last day of class when we had to go to confession, and I confessed to the priest that I wasn't Catholic. I remember him saying, "Well, my son, no one is perfect." I think he got a kick out of it. But one thing I did learn from Catechism was the concept of contrition. I did a lot of bad things in my life, in my teenage years, then while in the military, although when you do bad things for "God and Country", are they still bad? Some Bibles say "Thou shalt not commit murder" and others say "Thou shalt not kill". So, when a soldier takes an enemy's life in war, is it murder or killing and what's the difference? Maybe finding Ashley is the first step of my contrition. Doing something good to make up for having done something bad?

I decided to just walk to the market. There is a great farmer's market in town, and I should be able to find everything on Emily's list. After walking for nearly an hour from the river, I hit the edge of the downtown section of the city. I like it down here, though I don't come down here too often. Too "peoply" for me. I tend to prefer to be alone most of the time. Some girl from one of my classes passes me, giving me a smile. I nod my head and smile back but I don't stop. Then I hear music.......George Jones. When I was a kid, my dad used to play old country music ALL THE TIME. I hated it and became a rocker. Then when I was in Hospital Corpsman school, my roommate was from Memphis and naturally liked CW music. We would fight over what music would be played on the tape deck, finally compromising on whoever gets to the room first, picks the music. Then he gave me a challenge....he would take me to one of his country bars then I would take him to one of my rock bars. We went to his bar first and we met two girls who taught us how to country dance, the Two-Step, Country Waltz and the Western Swing. I never lived up to my side of the bargain. We began to hang out at the country bars every weekend. Dancing is a great way to meet women. Most won't turn you down when they know you can dance. Even if they are married, their husbands are usually happy to let you dance with their wives so they will stop nagging them to dance. If they are single, you can get a good look at them, chat a bit and if you are interested, you press the deal forward. If not, you still get a dancing partner to help you show off to other prospective hookups. Years later, I still enjoy old rock and roll, but country is where I go when I'm out to meet someone. So, I follow the music and find the band is playing on a patio behind one of the bars. I order a beer and take a seat to listen for a while. When the song ended, some guy's dog began to bark as the patrons clapped. That's pretty cool, I thought. I wonder how he trained the mutt to do that. I noticed this dog had more value than entertainment.......chicks would come over to pet the dog and chat with the guy. Damn. What a great way to break the ice. I'm sure this dog has gotten this guy laid more than any sports car could. But oddly enough I didn't feel any envy for this guy. I wasn't here to pick up women. There was only one woman on my mind lately. One little lady waiting back at my house with my lesbian friend. I drank a couple beers while listening to the singer, then bought the dog a steak before I left. Hell, he earned it, right?


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Looking down at my Timex, I see it's just about three o'clock so I have one more hour to fill out Emily's list and walk home. I'm able to find nearly everything on the list at the farmer's market, then popped into a mom-n-pop grocery store for the rest. I get home right at four and just before I reach the door, it pops open and Emily steps out. She stops me before I step up onto the porch and says, "She likes you."

"I like her too. She's nice. I'm happy I'm able to help her out."

"No, dipshit. She likes you. Don't fuck this up. I need to get something out of my car. Back in a flash."

I walk into the house and put the bags down on the counter. I call out to Ashley, looking down first just to make sure she's not walking around on the floor. Funny. Something as normal as walking on the floor, she hasn't been able to do since she shrunk. We never even talked about it, but I always carried her around and the only walking around she did in the house was on the kitchen table or coffee table. I didn't know if Emily had let her on the floor, but I didn't want to take any chances. I didn't see her, so I walked into the living room and found her sitting on the coffee table. Two wine glasses, one big and one tiny, were sitting next to an empty bottle of wine. Ashley's eyes lit up when I walked in and she jumped up from the table and trotted over to the edge. As I approached, she lifted her arms up, which I guess is the new sign for "pick me up". I didn't reach down for her but walked over to the stereo and hit "play". A slow country tune began to play. I walked back over the table to find a confused Ashley standing there with a confused, and maybe even a little bit of hurt look on her face. I knelt down in front of her and offered her my hand and said, "Dance with me?"

"Dance?" She looked down at the floor and my, to her eyes, size 1000 cowboy boots. "How can we dance?"

"Trust me." and I pushed my hand a little closer. She climbed onto my hand and I stood up, turning my hand slowly inward, while bringing up the other hand. I held her against my chest and started moving me feet to the music. I could feel her burying her face into my chest.


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We danced until the song ended and Emily walked back into the house, seeing us in the living. "Oh, jeez. Git a room you two. I'm starting dinner."

Ashley and I started laughing and we waltzed into the kitchen. I grabbed Emily and pulled her into me with one hand, holding Ashley with the other, sandwiched between us. The three of us danced around the kitchen table until the song ended, then Emily pushed me away. "I gotta start cooking if we're gonna eat before midnight. You two gonna help? If not, get the hell out of the kitchen." I decided to help, so I set Ashley down on top of a can of tomatoes and began to wash and chop up the vegetables, following Emily's instructions. Eventually, the technical skills of culinary methods got over my head, so I sat down at the table and put Ashley on my shoulder. We chatted about nothing and everything until dinner was ready, then I set the table, with my little arts of dining instructor on my shoulder, telling what fork goes where and so on. I've never, ever eaten a meal with more than one fork, so I never understood when fancy restaurants give you, like, three of them. Emily made up two plates of food and put them on the table, opened another bottle of wine and filled her and Ashley's glasses while I snagged another beer out of the refrigerator. Ashley stepped onto my plate to check out the cuisine and I picked her up with the chopsticks and sat her down next to the plate. She started laughing as I chopped up one of the sushi and some of the veggies and scooped them onto one of the new doll sized plates and handed it to her. As we ate, we chatted some more about school, family, the weather, just basic small talk. When we finished eating, we all went into the living room and the three of us cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie, my back against the back of the couch, Emily lying against me and Ashley sitting against Emily, my arm over Emily and the tips of my fingers in Ashley's lap. A thought crept into my mind that this could be rather interesting......then I wiped it out. No, I'm not gonna fuck this up.


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*The passage about the dog barking at the end of a song is true. My dog Skeeter would listen to bands, usually lying right in front of the stage, then jump up and bark like a maniac at the end of each song. I would take him out to bars, breweries, wineries, and outdoor concerts. The bands loved him, and the management loved him and would call or text me to bring him out on the nights bands were playing. And of course, the ladies loved him too. :D I didn't train him to do this, he just did it on his own. Sadly, he passed away from cancer two years ago and the music scene in the area has not been the same ever since, though Heaven must be rockin' more now.


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Re: Little White Lies. An illustrated story

Post by DocRick » Tue Jan 14, 2025 4:14 am

I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I woke up on my back. Emily was gone and Ashley was still sleeping, but in the pocket of my T-shirt. I wonder if Emily stuck her in there when she left or if Ashley crawled in there while I was asleep. I didn't want to disturb her, so I just lay there, watching the shadows moving on the wall as the sun came up and its rays began to illuminate the house.

Emily said that Ashley likes me. I wonder if Ashley told her that or if she just figured it out from their girl talk. Doesn't really matter. I like her too. Life's funny. People often meet under stressful circumstances and are drawn to each other. But usually, the feelings fade away once the danger is gone.
Like Keanu Reeves said to Sandra Bullock in Speed, "I have to warn you, I've heard relationships based on intense circumstances never work." Then Sandra says, "OK, we'll base it on sex then". Great. If this is true, this relationship, or whatever it is, between Ashley and I is totally doomed........

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Re: Little White Lies. An illustrated story

Post by DocRick » Wed Jan 15, 2025 12:34 pm

I felt Ashley stirring in my pocket. Looking down, I saw her smiling up at me. "Good morning." she said, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

I sat up and she slide down to the bottom of my pocket. With one finger, I stretched open the lip of the pocket and said, "Good morning to you." I got up and reached into my pocket, and with my thumb and index finger under her arms, I picked her up and held her up to my face and planted a kiss on her face, neck and shoulder. Setting her down by her box, she went in to use the "bathroom" and I did the same in my actual bathroom. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I returned to the bedroom and laid my hand down on the bedside table so she could climb on. I carried her into the kitchen and set her down on table so I could start breakfast.

Ashley was rather talkative this morning, jabbering away about yesterday and Emily. "I like her. She's funny and nice, though she seems to think being little makes me more like a child or little animal. But she means well, I guess. Maybe with a little time, she'll get better."

"I'm sure she doesn't mean anything about it. She went through a lot of trouble making that dinner for us last night and she did buy you some nice things. And not a hamster wheel, so I don't think she thinks you're anything less than a person !!!" I laughed.

"I really don't think I need an exercise wheel. The living room is better than a football field if I wanted to go jogging."

"I'm not too comfortable with you running around on the floor. If you did, please try to stick close to the walls. I'd have to been looking straight down whenever I was walking around. I'd hate to...........Maybe one of those hamster balls...."

"Not funny."

After breakfast, we got dressed. I hooked a safety pin into the shoulder seem of my shirt and set Ashley up there. She seemed to enjoy a higher perspective of her big world, and the pin gave her a handle to hang onto. I walked out the back door and we headed towards the river. The water was down and flowing very slowly. I sat down and pulled a piece of light cardboard out of the cargo pocket of me khakis.

"What's that for?" she asked.

"You'll see." I replied as I began to fold it this way and that way until it took the shape of a boat. I reached up onto my shoulder and picked her up by the hips and sat her down in the boat. I waded into the river and placed Ashley and the boat into the water. It actually floated and I walked behind her as she sailed down the river.

"Not too bad." she said. "Maybe it could be a little bigger."

"Okay, when I buy a new refrigerator, I'll make you a yacht."

Then she suddenly tried to stand up and the boat capsized, dumping her into the water. It was only about eight inches deep, but to her it was over her head. My hand shot down into the water, beneath her, and I lifted her out of the water, sputtering and coughing out water. As she sat in my hand, catching her breath, we watched our little boat being carried away by the current.


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I set her back on my shoulder and waded back to where we started and picked up my boots. I walked back through the woods, but took a different spur on the trail and we ended up in an open field of grass. I sat down in the grass and picked Ashley off my shoulder and set her down on the ground to dry off in the sunshine. The grass was a little taller than she was, but I could still see her clearly as she meandered between the blades. A flash of movement caught my eye as a butterfly fluttered in. Ashley turned to look at it and it got interested in her, flitting around her, then landing on her arm.
Oooooh. What a face." she said as she got a magnified look at the butterfly. "Looks a lot different close up." The butterfly spread its wings to dry off the morning dew and Ashley pouted. "Hey. You're blocking the sun" as its wings cast her into shadow.

With both of us watching her playing with the insect, we didn't notice the grass moving slightly off to our left......



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Re: Little White Lies. An illustrated story

Post by DocRick » Thu Jan 16, 2025 4:47 am

It was Ashley who saw it first, coming through a slight break in the grass. To me, it was just a harmless snake, but to her it was the giant snake from that dumb Megan Fox movie "Anaconda". She was paralyzed with fear as it slithered closer to her, its tongue flicking the air, its beady black eye hypnotizing her. It was only about a foot away from her and getting ready to strike......then she screamed.


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Re: Little White Lies. An illustrated story

Post by Rusco57 » Thu Jan 16, 2025 5:03 pm

Oh wow. Will Ashley survive the attack? Such drama...
Good story so far...

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Re: Little White Lies. An illustrated story

Post by DocRick » Thu Jan 16, 2025 11:16 pm

Rusco57 wrote:
Thu Jan 16, 2025 5:03 pm
Oh wow. Will Ashley survive the attack? Such drama...
Good story so far...
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I'm deliberately pausing the next frame for dramatic effect. :twisted:

Thanks. I'm enjoying this one. I had the beginning and the end completed, but I have no idea where everything in the middle is going. :D