As a renowned photographer, I get jobs all over the world and access to places tourists are prohibited. Then one day, I was doing a photoshoot at the lab of Professor Thorton, the famous microbiophysiologist at Size Matters, Inc where I stole a prototype matter manipulator disguised as a camera. With it, I was able to steal large valuable items, cars, statues and other things, shrink them down and smuggle them out of the country and back to my own where I sell them and restore them to size for my buyer.
On one particular job is an authoritarian regime, after completing my shoot, I was invited to one of the dictator's pleasure palaces where I was given two beautiful girls as a "gift". The girls told me they had been kidnapped and forced to work as sex slaves in this brothel and wanted me to get them out of the country. They told me they would be eternally grateful and would "do anything" for me in return, all the while stroking my body with their hands and looking at me with their sexiest looks. I told them I could help them, but I would have to shrink them until I got them back to my country where I would return them to their normal sizes. Desperate to escape their captivity, they agreed.
I had my camera equipment on me, so I miniaturized both of them and put them in my briefs. Thanking my host for his "gifts", and explaining that I needed to leave for another assignment, I was given a ride on his private jet back to my country, trying to maintain my composure as the girls wriggled around in my shorts. I took the girls to my home and removed them from my pocket. Holding them in the palm of my hand, two thoughts ran through my head......
One, do these girls really think I'm as dumb as they think I am?
Two, are they dumb enough to believe I'm going to restore them back to normal?
