Morgan's pets

[MasterBlaster]

Part 1

Eight year old Morgan was excited. She had pestered her mom all week to take her to the shelter to adopt some minis and her mother finally taken her. She opened the cardboard box to see the family of five cowering inside.

"Five little chocolate dolls"

The family cowered as the billboard sized white face framed with blond hair beamed down at them. Her happy smile and brilliant white teeth more menacing than friendly to the tiny family.

"We're not dolls we're people. We were big like you once and we aren't any different." The tall lean man in the box said.

She picked up the six inch tall man and ripped off his clothes as she talked.

"No you're a doll, that's why I can do this to you. Ugh, these clothes are gross. The rest of you take off those rags or I'll take them off you"

The mother, two boys, and girl in the box complied, shaking in fear as they undressed.

"Maybe you use to be big, but the card at the shelter said you all got shrunk by the virus and had nobody to take care of you. You should be graetful I showed up so they didn't have to put you all down. Now be a good dolly and stop struggling."

The man gave up his feeble attempts at resistance. He was so tired now, they all were. The whole family shrank three weeks ago and it was so sudden they didn't have time to do anything about it. They'd been trying to survive as minis ever since. He tried to contact his a distant cousin to take them in but were caught by the mini catchers before he could make it across the country to get them. They had only been at the shelter a day before Morgan spotted the little family and decided to make them her pets.

"Minis really are like people. Just smaller. Heh."

She pinched his privates with her left thumb and forefinger while she held him around the waist with her right hand. He screamed out in alarm.

"Quiet you stupid dolly"

His scream was cut short as her right hand forced the air out of him.

"I'm a princess you know. No. I'm your queen now. All of you call me your queen"

The oldest boy who was ten called out from the box.

"I'm not going to call you...."

Megan slammed her pudgy fist on the desk. She was just a child, but to the mini's on the flimsy art desk the slam was like an earthquake.

"Next time you get squished. GOT IT?!"

"Yes. Yes my Queen" the boy said fearfully.

"Good."

Megan put the man back in the cardboard box and took out a pretty young black girl who had to be about twelve. She was thin, her hair pulled back in a pony tail but was messy as it hadn't been straightened in some time.

"I wonder if it's true"

Megan said while smiling. The girl frowned, confused as Megan took her to the bathroom.

"If what's true? Ah what are you doing"

Megan turned on the cold water and washed the mini girl with soap and water, then dried her off with a towel. The little girl shivered as she tried to warm back up, hating the fact that she was trying to press against her giant tormentors warm hands. She then walked back into her room.

"Well I was always told that girls are sweeter than boys. How true is that?"

"What do you mean? OH GOD!!!"

The family screamed from the table as Megan put the freshly cleaned mini into her mouth. She bit down cutting the doll girl in half and began chewing.

"You know, not so sweet, but not a bad taste."

She picked up the ten year old boy who was too busy crying over his sister to recognize the danger he was in. She cleaned him the same way and went back to the room standing in front of the remaining family members.

"Please, please not my boy. Not any more of my babies" The mother pleaded from the box.

Megan just smiled.

"Well how am I going to tell the difference if I don't"

"The difference of what. Hey what are you..."

The small boy's words were cut off as he was inserted into her mouth and she bit him in half. He realized far too late what was going on. The remaining family wailed and cried.

"Chewy. Nope not as good. The girl wasn't sweet, but boys are kinda icky at any size. Oh well"

"Please my Queen stop, no more torture. Please stop my Queen" The mother pleaded.

"Take me my Queen, please leave my wife and child alone. You've already taken two children, just please don't hurt them! My Queen I beg of you!"

"Ugh stop your whining. I just wanted to see what they tasted like. I don't get why anyone eats minis. They don't taste that good and then you're so whiny about it. Besides if I eat you who am I going to play with."

Just then Megan's mother Rhonda came by. Rhonda was a middle aged white suburban woman who didn't particularly care for minis. With her long brown hair and soft features she wasn't ugly, but she didn't really stand out either.

"Honey, are you playing with your new toys. Ugh why are they crying so much? Weren't there five of them?"

"Yeah, but there's only three now."

"Did you eat them because of that crap you saw on tik tok?"

"Yes, but it wasn't a good idea"

"Gross. Don't eat those things or you're grounded!"

"OK mom. Don't worry I won't they don't taste very good."

"If you break these you're not getting any more so you better take care of them. This is why I didn't buy you ones from the store. It's cheaper to adopt them from the shelter especially when you eat them! Where did I go wrong?"

"Moooom. OK I heard you already. I'll take care of these ones. I'll show you I can take care of them. I wouldn't have ate them if you bought them from the store. Who cares what I do to these cheap shelter pets"

"Ugh. Just don't make a mess and remember to feed them and give them water. If they die you're going to be grounded young lady."

"Yes mom."

"Ugh. Disgusting. Kids now adays."

Rhonda went to the sun room to do her evening ritual of inviting friends over and catching up on gossip.

"You better not escape my room tinys. If mom catches you she'll hit you with a shoe. She already killed a mini last week who was trying to hide from the rain before I could play with it. She's so mean to tinys."

Megan reached in and grabbed the last child, a little boy of seven with short hair and the athletic build of a child who was used to being outdoors. His parents were pleading with her not to hurt him, but it was hard to understand them with all the crying.

"I'm not going to hurt him. This little guy is coming with me."

She lifted her dress and pushed the little boy down her panties before he knew what was going on.

"OK you stay here now. I'll play with you two later when my friend Jessica comes over"

The couple held each other and cried. They understood now just how little they meant in the world and could only depend on their giant owner for mercy. Megan patted the little boy in her underwear, loving the way he felt down there as she went to the living room to watch cartoons.

[DFatman]

Part of me wants to see Rhonda and her friends get shrunk too. Maybe by the virus but Morgan is just immune to it. As Rhonda seems like she deserves to be Morgan's pet/toy.

[frollo]

Amazing story wow ! Beautifully written and formatted tool can’t wait for the next installment.

[MasterBlaster]

Part of me wants to see Rhonda and her friends get shrunk too. Maybe by the virus but Morgan is just immune to it. As Rhonda seems like she deserves to be Morgan's pet/toy.

Often when children are cruel or careless with pets it's because they have a parent who allows it. If Morgan had a caring adult who saw mini's as people well she wouldn't be allowed to act the same way, so for now she needs Rhonda to be as she is. For now.....

[anaio10]

Excellent start, looking forward to seeing the next parts. I'm sure there are several stores with offers of all kinds.

[MasterBlaster]

Chapter 2

"If toes aren't perfect I'm going to punish you bugs."

"Yes Mistress!" the mini couple yelled in fear at her feet.

The couple was painting their owner's giant toenails a light baby blue to match the fingernails they had done earlier that day. It was exhausting and Morgan's feet smelled from dirt and sweat, but all they could do was grimace and swallow their complaints. The little blond giant had their son trapped in her panties as she often did. Everyday of the past three months was hell, being used, abused, and humiliated by the giant eight year old. Their bodies marked by bruises that never seemed to heal, all hope gone from their eyes. Their plain white shirts and shorts just reinforcing the idea that they were helpless prisoners and there was nothing they could do about it.

"See, I knew I would get you minis broken in. Maybe mom will let me get some more now. What do you think Calvin? Tina?"

This wasn't their original names, but Morgan had decided to rename them just like they were any other pets. The best the eight year old could do though was take names off a show her mother watched. Even so as far as the couple was concerned these were their real names.

"Yes Mistress if that is what you want" Calvin yelled up

"You know best Mistress" Tina responded

Their total agreement made Morgan squeal. The two minis flinched, pulling away their brushes as the giant toes wiggled in delight. They held their breath until Morgan stopped, quickly getting back to work and making sure their work didn't get ruined. After all if the nails didn't come out perfectly they knew they would be punished again.

"Hah sorry about that bugs. See you're so good now, I kinda miss having someone to punish. Even Marty here is well behaved"

She patted her panties where the small boy was trapped. Marty of course, wasn't his original name, but like his parents it was now his real one. He barely remembered what it was like before he was Morgan's pet. When the couple was done with her toes she put the family back on the table where their mini habitat sat. This habitat was all made out of the cheap clear plastic, no illusion of privacy even for the bathrooms. While it had three rooms the little family all slept together in one room, often staying close together as much as they could as if it was the only small comfort they were allowed.

"Ok minis. I need you to finish putting together that addition. I'm going to the mini shelter today so you need to add five bedrooms, a shower, and finish putting together the gym before it back back. It would be good if you could add another bathroom too. The new minis can put together their own beds and furniture."

The minis looked at the unopened boxes of plastic parts and tools. While it was designed so mini's could possibly build and modify the habitat it was really supposed to be a task for the human owners. Not that Morgan cared. Looking at the amount of work in despair Marty started to protest but his words were cut short by his mother's hand clasping tightly over his mouth

"But that not -mpfh-"

"What was that bug? Do you have something to say"

"Please my Queen he didn't mean anything by it. Please have mercy!" Tina said covering her son's body with her own in a futile effort to protect her child.

"Please punish me instead" Calvin said as he knelt with his hands in front of him, head touching the floor as he begged for his Queens mercy.

Morgan simply grabbed Tina and separated the woman from her child. Tina tried not to cry or protest as Morgan gently put her down on the table and she brought Marty up to eye level.

"Listen Marty. You should never question me, especially when the new minis get here. You and your folks are gonna teach them how to be have. Got it"

Marty yelled out as Morgan squeezed the little boy, her grip forcing the air from his lungs as it threatened to crack and break his bruised ribs.

"Yes my Queen I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry...."

Marty's words trailed off as he cried and struggled to breathe even after Morgan relaxed her grip and put him back down.

"Good boy. Now I'll be back"

"Hurry up squirt, let's get this over with" Rhonda called.

"Coming mom, I'm ready!" Morgan said gleefully as she ran to the living room.

"Ugh are you sure you want more of those mini things? We could go to Dave and Busters instead"

"We went last week, and you said if I got good grades and took care of my minis I could get some more this weekend. You saw I'm on the honor roll and my three minis are fine"

While it was true the minis were still alive with all their limbs attached Rhonda might have pointed out their red eyes and many bruises to illustrate how far from fine they were, if she cared that is. For the most part Rhonda ignored the minis to the point where she often forgot they were there. In the one instance where they tried to get her attention to get Marty to a mini vet, Rhonda told Morgan to take care of them and shut them up. They never tried to get Rhonda's attention after that, but at least Morgan did take Marty to the mini vet down the street. She even made sure he took his medicine they gave her for his cough.

"Fine. A deal is a deal, so let's go and pick two out"

"NO! You said I get to pick one for every A. I got 5 A's"

"Can you have a little mercy on your mom. I mean you weren't interested in school before so I was thinking three at most"

"NO! That wasn't the deal. It's not my fault you underestimated me" Morgan said smugly as she crossed her arms on her chest.

"Fine. You can be too smart for my own good you know."

"Well then it's a good thing I'm cute too!"

"Or maybe we could go to the store and you know buy a prettier one?"

"Oh, you'll let me get five of them?"

"Well no but..."

"NO MOM. You can't trick me. I want what I'm owed! Five new minis! They don't always have nice ones at the store anyway"

"Fine fine..."

Rhonda just sighed and took Morgan to the mini shelter. First she went to the female cages but none of them really caught her attention. Disappointed she went over to the male cages which had a larger selection.

"Ugh, most of these are gross" Rhonda complained.

Morgan said nothing, feeling the same but not wanting to agree with her mother. He checked each cage carefully and her face lit up in a smile as she saw a handsome little man of about 30 clearly trying to not be noticed as he crouched in the corner of his cage. He was light skinned with a beard, brown hair, rather muscular and just over six inches tall.

"Ooooo I want this one!" Morgan exclaimed

"Are you sure? He was caught out by the mall. The feral men can be a little difficult you know" The volunteer cautioned.

Morgan just cracked her knuckles in response.

"Don't worry I'll train him real good. I want him!"

The volunteer simply shrugged as she put on the heavy glove and retrieved the mini. As she expected he struggled and tried to bite but it was futile and he could not resist being dropped into the cardboard carrier. It only took Morgan a moment to locate her next prize, a 20yr old blonde six inch mini with movie star looks.

"Oh and I'll take this one too"

"Ah, looks like this one was bread in captivity and was donated when his owner passed. He's well trained and had all his shots. Huh, surprised he hasn't been adopted before now. Anything else?" The volunteer asked as she put the second much more docile mini into the box.

Morgan kept looking but the remaining males didn't appeal to her, being too old, too young, or too ugly. She decided to look for a family of three, or maybe a couple and then going back to the female pens to get one of the plain looking girls she was iffy on. Almost right away though a good looking olive skinned family of three caught her eye

"Oooo look at these. Tell me about them!" Morgan said pointing at the little family.

"Uh, well let me look it up. Looks like they got shrunk about 10 years ago and were living with family, but their owner got too old and had to leave there here before being shipped off to an old folks home. Guess her kids didn't want to take care of them. So the father Alex is 31, 5.8 inches, mom Mandy here is 29 5.9 inches, and the daughter Rebeca is 13 5.5 inches. Do you want them?"

"Yes. They're perfect. Well they need better names but I can fix that."

The little family looked up at their new owner in fear as the volunteer put them in the box. They had hoped for the best, but they were about to find their new lives were much worse than they feared. They went back to the checkout

"All right. Oh I see you got a few last time too. How are they doing"

"Very good. I've got them very well trained!" Morgan said proudly.

"The ones that are left" Rhonda scoffed.

"You know, I find that kids take cues from their parents when it comes to taking care of minis. If you show them you're invested and treat the minis with a little respect, that filters down and they take better care of them" the volunteer said helpfully.

"Uh, sure thanks." Rhonda said dismissively rolling her eyes. She thought about saying something rude in return for the unsolicited parenting device, but in the end she decided she didn't really care and just wanted to get out of there.

Rather than waiting to get home Morgan registered her minis with their new names despite their protest. The blonde man she named Sam and the brown haired man Dean. She named the couple Jack and Jill while the daughter's new name was Jessie. She completely ignored all their protests of course. Morgan couldn't wait to get home and break in her new toys.