Vignettes

[MiniMary]

Vignette
a short descriptive literary sketch
a brief incident or scene (as in a play or movie)

Below is a vignette inspired by this work by new friend DocRick

https://postimg.cc/06f2N18j

More would be too wonderful.

It was a Japanese response to when you were asked by your host if you wanted additional servings of something, but you didn’t. It was a way of declining your host’s offer without insulting them.

Tammy found herself wanting to tell that to Mike more than once.

Mike was a sweet, generous and thoughtful guy, just the kind of guy the enchantment around a Changeling would let her be around. And Tammy appreciated that about Mike. She really, really did.

But sometimes…

Take today, for instance. Today Mike was pampering her. Tammy was stretched out on his hand, snuggled comfortably on a plush toy, while being fed her favorite candy in the world, a peanut butter cup.

Except, when she was regular sized, she could sate her peanut butter cup craving with just one cup. At her five inch tall Changeling size, all even trying to eat an entire peanut butter cup was going to do was mess with her complexion and her digestive tract.

And, yes, the plush doll was comfy, but sometimes Tammy didn’t want to be pampered. She wanted to feel Mike’s palm directly on her back while she was played with.

Tammy smiled up at Mike, who smiled down on her adoringly. Tammy for one was happy about the protective enchantments around Changelings. Because Mike was the nicest, most caring man she could hope for.

Which did her no good when her libido was charged and she had to work at getting Mike in a “playful” mood.

[MiniMary]

Based on another photo by my new friend DocRick. Based in what I’m calling “Changeling World,” where my first Vignette took place.



James looked up and down the beach, to make sure no one was paying undue attention to them. Mary wasn’t worried. There were laws against interfering with a Changeling and her Charge (as in the guy in Charge of the Changeling). Not people laws. Physical laws. The couple of times people tried to interfere with John and Mary, it only inconvenienced the young couple. The Universe did serious damage to the interferers.

John still looked, though. He was meticulous that way. Which is why he was so good at what he did. John built, operated and repaired drones and other remote control devices, even programming them to operate autonomously.

John’s latest project was to convert a remote control Jeep into one Mary could drive.

As John set the jeep on the sand, Mary stretched out on the front bumper, trying to look as seductive as possible. Exasperated, John said, “Would you stop fooling around?”

Mary laughed, adding, “That’s what I’m trying to get started.” But to keep her Charge happy, as soon as the jeep was on the sand, she got behind the wheel to take the Jeep on its test drive.

[MiniMary]

Thanks again to DocRick for the photo prompt.

The following story is definitely not taking place in the same world in the preceding two. There are also some issues satirically dealt with. So if this a trigger for you, you have been warned. Also, all opinions expressed, implicitly or explicitly, are strictly my own?

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Tawni hated rednecks. They weren’t the only things that offended her sensibilities, but they were high on the list.

Take their latest attack in their “Go Woke Go Broke” campaign against social progress. An executive for a brewery did a limited run for a person they admired. The run was not even for public consumption.

So cases of Budweiser and Bud Light were being pulled from liquor stores because they were going past their expiration dates. And the stock value of Budweiser was plummeting downward.

Tawni and her friends decided to take a stand. They went to the liquor store, bought a six pack of Budweiser and Bud Light just past their expiration date, and took them to a beach that was a known redneck favorite hangout.

As Tawni and her three girlfriends set out their blankets and their beer, she could tell they were garnering lots of attention. Four guys nearby seemed to be paying them special attention. Tawni would have considered them attractive if their attire didn’t make evident that they were political Neanderthals.

Grinning at the four guys, Tawni and her three girlfriends opened their beers, air toasted the guys and drank their beers.

Tawni was the first one to shrink down to five inches.

There was no warning. One second Tawni was setting down her beer can. The next second, she was the size of a beer can.

Tawni plopped on her butt, her back leaning against a beer can. Her friend, Valentina, screamed out her name, and reached for her. Then Valentina shrank down to five inches. Their other two friends, Emelia and Asya, quickly followed suit.

Everyone on the beach saw this, but nobody was reacting.

Nobody but the four guys, that is. They walked over to where the four college coeds had shrunk. Without ceremony, each girl found herself scooped up by one of the guys.

Tawni found herself scooped up by a young man only a few years older than her. He had dark tossled hair, green eyes and a beard that looked like it was in training for a ZZTop look-a-like contest. He was wearing a shirt that read Al’s Plumbing and a baseball cap with a noxious political slogan.

As soon as he wrapped his finger’s around her, Tawni found herself feeling warm and fuzzy toward her giant holder. And definitely aroused.

“Most folks,” Tawni’s giant redneck began, “know that expired Budweiser will shrink a young woman down to five inches in height. We’d explain it to people like you, but people like you are too busy lecturing people to listen to facts about the world. Don’t worry, there’s an antidote that I’ll let you have. Just as soon as you and me have a little mutual fun.”

Tawni liked the sound of “mutual fun.”

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A year later Tawni still hated rednecks. They had more practical skills than their woke counterparts, but sometimes it took all Tawni’s effort to keep her redneck on track with different projects around the house. They didn’t understand that a vacation didn’t consist of a week at deer camp. And they were infuriating when they resisted her request to get all the men in the wedding party to at least trim and shape their beards for their wedding. Tawni did not want her wedding pictures to look like a cast call for Duck Dynasty.

Yes, Tawni still hated rednecks. And she wouldn’t want anyone else but her redneck as her husband for the rest of her life.

[McShrinker]

Awesome to see new content creators. Loving these short story based on pics. I look forward to more of your work

[Firewall]

These stories are great, Mary. Can't wait to read more of them.

[MiniMary]

This short story had a lot of prompts, though in my mind’s eye, this is how i picture Rachel:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/hootervil ... 5604792865

We might come back and visit Rachel at some later date!

Life isn’t easy when you’re a buxom blonde bimbo.

Not that Rachel was a bimbo. Far from it. The nineteen year old had scored 1480 on her SAT. Relationship wise, she had only allowed one boy to get as far as third based. Until then, the furthest any guy had gotten with Rachel was a little over the shirt light petting.

But when you’re blonde and buxom, people just assume you’re a bimbo, if only for the sake of alliteration.

Rachel was certainly buxom. And as the boy who got to third base could verify, Rachel was a natural blonde.

(On a side note, said boy probably could have gotten a home run if he hadn’t been so liberal about sharing the account of his learning that Rachel was a natural blonde).

Rachel spent her week going to college, then went home an hour away where she spent Saturday and Sunday afternoons working at the local Hooter’s.

Rachel would have spent the next three and a half years having guys stare at her impressive cleavage and part of her butt cheeks hanging out of her shorts if it weren’t for her stalker.

And Rachel didn’t have just any stalker. She had a super villain stalker named Dr. Gizmo.

As supervillains went, Dr. Gizmo was on the low end of the spectrum. Any decent sized city with a high tech SWAT team could easily take Dr. Gizmo out.

Which is why Dr. Gizmo stayed in small towns.

Dr. Gizmo, in his secret identity of Jonathan Broderick, a paralegal for a patent law firm, was smitten by Rachel the first time he saw her. He asked Rachel out several times. Rachel always gave him the excuse that she didn’t date customers, which was true, but wasn’t the main reason

The main reason was Jonathan Broderick gave Rachel the heebie-jeebies.

Unfortunately for Rachel, Jonathan wasn’t going to take No for an answer. He was a supervillain, after all, even if the super was all lowercase.

So one Saturday afternoon Jonathan, in his guise as Dr. Gizmo, walked into the Hooters Rachel worked at and promptly shrank Rachel down to five and a half inches in height.

At this point, the story would normally go along a predictable path. Dr. Gizmo would take the shrunken Rachel back to his lair, where he would then use Rachel’s shrunken form to pleasure himself.

Except that right after Dr. Gizmo shrank Rachel, the Four Arms of Reconstruction walked in.

The Four Arms of Reconstruction was a biker gang made up of formerly mutant criminals who were reforming themselves. Their leader is the four armed muscle bound mutant who was known as Destructo in his supervillain days.

Individually, Dr. Gizmo probably could have taken on any single member of the gang. But he definitely couldn’t take on the whole biker gang. So he faded into the background, biding his time until the gang left.

In the interim, the shrunken Rachel was able to get her wits together enough to find some place to hide. So she climbed into a take out container.

This is where things became even more interesting. Rachel belatedly discovered that the container wasn’t empty, but instead had an order of Buffalo shrimp in it. The shrimp was being delivered to S.H.Newsome, otherwise known as Dr. Impossible

Dr. Impossible was possibly the most powerful being on Earth. He was certainly the most feared. Both the Alliance of Heroes and the League of Villains gave him a wide berth.

Dr. Impossible lived in a normal looking house in the center of four city lots. He was an average looking guy in his mid-thirties with dark hair, light tan, green eyes and a lean build.

When the delivery guy brought the Buffalo shrimp around, Dr. Impossible paid him, tipped him and thanked him. Dr. Impossible went back to his study, where the room was filled with floating, glowing symbols. Dr. Impossible sat down at his desk and opened the to go container, only to discover a miniature Rachel staring up at him from his Buffalo Shrimp.

His right eyebrow arched as Dr. Impossible remarked, “Well, this is unexpected.”


Special thanks to DocRick for these images