ROOM
TO RENT
I hated to pick
the lock, but since Joy locked her door and didn't answer when I knocked,
I had no alternative. It
took me several frustrating minutes till I finally felt the tumblers
give, but when I did, I
quickly extracted the lock picks and dashed inside. The pile of news-
papers on the porch had
told me that no one had been here for at least three days. Joy called me
a week ago and asked me
over for a visit. A four-hour drive later and here I was, but Joy was
not. I guess I should
explain who I am before I go on talking about picking locks and breaking
into people's apartments.
My name's Molly,
Molly Carnes. Joy and I went to high school together, and then were room
mates in college. That was
5 years ago. Joy has since gone on to be a travel agent, while I
became a PI in my father's
detective agency. I could go on about how my dad wanted a son, but I
won't bore you with that.
Suffice to say I'm a decent gumshoe, even though I usually wear pumps.
Now, where was I? Oh
yeah...
As I entered the
apartment, I noticed two sets of keys hanging near the door. Both had
matching car keys and what
I assumed were apartment keys. I tried one of the keys in the lock
and it worked like it was
supposed to. Amazing. That meant it was a good bet Joy's car was still
here. Further in the
apartment, I found Joy's purse. Her wallet was in it and still had about
$150.00 inside. The
apartment itself was in a clean condition, not torn up or rummaged through,
but there was some dust on
the furniture and the dishes in the sink were dry. I entered the
bedroom and a large furry
cat nearly knocked me down as it rubbed itself on my bare leg. I can't
stand nylons. Always
bunching under your skirt. Control top, my dainty... Sorry. But I do like
the way a skirt makes my
legs seem longer. Being only 5'2", I need all the help I can get.
I checked the cat's food
and water bowls. Both were empty. Not a good sign. Joy's purse and keys
were here, but it seemed
like she hadn't been for the past few days. I filled the water bowl and
put a heaping scoop of food
in the other. The cat's purring signaled it's thanks to me as it
dove onto the food. I
turned back to the door. Time to get some answers. As I opened the door to
leave, I grabbed a set of
keys so I wouldn't have to pick the lock again.
"Wish me luck,
kitty. Hopefully the manager will shed some light on the subject." The
fluffy cat ignored me as it
hungrily emptied its bowl. Big surprise.
The apartment
complex was basically a big rectangle laid long ways east to west. The
manager's office was on the
south side in the center. Joy's apartment was on the second floor,
also on the south side,
west of the office. I was in the lobby in less than a minute. A sign on
the door said back at 1:30.
My watch read noon. A voice behind me startled me.
"Can I help
you?" a man's voice said. I turned and saw the owner of the voice. He wore a
dark green jumpsuit with
pockets all over it. Tools stuck out of some of the pockets and he held
a huge key ring in his
hand. He was a good 6', lean, and had the most piercing blue eyes I have
ever seen. For a moment, I
was speechless. He was cute, but probably sharp as a bowling ball. I
recovered and came up with
a story fast. I didn't want him to know I was looking for a missing
person, yet.
"I'm in from
Dayton and was interested in renting an apartment. But I see the manager is
gone to lunch." I blurted.
"They'll be back
soon." he said. His voice was calming and quite pleasant. He unlocked
the manager's office and
entered. "If you'd like, I can page one of them for you." A sudden move-
ment near the floor caught
my eye.
"What was that?"
I asked, pointing near a file cabinet where I had seen the movement. The
maintenance man pulled some
keys from a box on the far wall.
"What was what?"
"I thought I saw
something on the floor, moving."
"Might have been
a mouse. We occasionally get one or two a year. Not a big problem. We'll have to
call the exterminators." he said. I nodded my head in agreement. Might have been
a
mouse. But I've never seen
a mouse run on two legs before! Or one that was a pinkish color! He
closed the office door.
"You're welcome
to wait here in the lobby if you'd like. Jim and Irene should be back
soon." he headed for the
courtyard door. "Hope to see you around. If you need anything, my
name's Mark."
"Thanks, Mark."
I waved as he left the lobby. If I wasn't missing a friend right now, I
might have talked with him
a while longer. I would wait all right, but it wouldn't be in the
lobby. I reached for my
trusty picks once more.
Now, I'm not
normally prone to hallucinations, nor do I partake of any illegal drugs.
There ARE a few nights I
don't recall from my college days, but I've long since quit drinking.
However, if that was a
mouse I just saw, there was something seriously wrong with either it or
me. It appeared to be less
than a foot tall and ran on two legs. And I swear it seemed to be
wearing some kind of a
dress or sarong. Taking a quick look around the lobby to make sure no one was
watching, I selected the appropriate picks and got to work. The lock on the
office was the same brand as was on Joy's apartment, so it didn't take me nearly
as long. As soon as I was in
the office, I closed the
door behind me and locked it. It wasn't a very big office, maybe 12' x
12'. And with 2 long file
cabinets, 2 chairs, and a wraparound desk with a chair, it was down-
right cramped. I took a
peek behind the file cabinet where the 'mouse' had disappeared. Nothing.
I wasn't sure if I should
be surprised or not. I was about to check behind the other file
cabinet when I heard the
lock begin to unlock. This was not good. According to my watch I shouldhave
almost an hour. As fast as I could, I dove into one of the chairs and set my
over-sized
purse on the floor next to
me. I prayed I looked nonchalant as two people, Jim and Irene I
assumed, entered the
crowded office. They were quite surprised to see someone in their office.
Before they could say a
word, I stood up and held Irene's hands in mine.
"Hi, my name's
Molly Carnes. Mark, the maintenance man let me in and told me I could wait
here for you. I hope that's
all right?" I said in one, quick breath. I also hoped I didn't just
get Mark in trouble. The
two visibly sighed with relief. Irene looked about 45, well dressed,
and rather lively. Jim on
the other hand, looked like he had just stepped out of a logging camp
after a month of work;
hunched over, tired, and wearing jeans and a dirty plaid work shirt. Both
were average height. They
apparently bought my story as they continued to smile and Irene shook
my hand. Jim left the
office while we ladies sat down.
"So, Molly was
it? What can I do for you?" Irene asked politely. Her smile made me feel
comfortable, but at the
same time reminded me of a cat staring at a canary. Chirp, Chirp. I
decided to tell her the
truth.
"I'm a friend of
Joy Davidson in apartment 263. When I arrived at her apartment today,
she wasn't home. Her keys,
car, and wallet were all still there though. I let myself inside with
the key she had given me."
All right, mostly the truth. "Do you know where she might be?"
Irene would have
been a great poker player in my opinion, up until that point. For a
split second, her eyes got
bigger and her smile began to fade. But she quickly replaced her
surprise with her smile.
"There's a gym
within walking distance of the apartment complex where she might have gone.
She always talks about
working out and such." Irene suggested. She was good. She was hiding
something, but she was
good. I grabbed my purse and stood up.
"That's a
possibility." I said, hoping I didn't sound too phoney. "I'll check the gym to
see if she's there. If not,
you've sparked a few other ideas of places she might be. Thank you."
I headed for the door.
"I hope I've
helped." Irene smiled as I left and closed the door. I waited for a moment
outside the door and
listened. I could hear Irene making a phone call, but I couldn't hear what
she was saying. She
certainly did NOT sound happy. I headed for Joy's apartment.
Once at her
door, I looked into the courtyard. No one around. No one I could see, anyway.
I opened my purse to
retrieve Joy's keys when I got the shock of my life. I had to gasp to catch
my breath. If my purse
hadn't of been strapped over my shoulder, I would have dropped it. Inside
my purse was the mouse.
Only, it wasn't a mouse. It was a woman, no bigger than a doll, wearing
a silk handkerchief like a
toga. She was looking up at me with pleading in her eyes. I carefully
picked out the keys and
unlocked the door, never letting my eyes leave my purse. I locked and
chained the door after
entering. I carried my purse to the dining room table and set it down.
After I sat down, the doll
woman climbed out of the purse and straightened her apparel. I was
amazed. She was about ten
inches tall and looked like a living Barbie doll. I reached out a
finger and stroked her
hair. Soft. Very carefully, I picked her up in both of my hands. I could
feel her body heat and a
tiny pulse. She even smelled faintly of a perfume I recognized, but
could not identify. Her
flesh was soft and one of her tiny breasts bounced out of the top of her
toga when my thumb
accidentally brushed against it. It looked real. She fidgeted in my hands a
bit so I set her back on
the table.
"Wow, you are so
tiny!" I stared at her for a moment. In retrospect, it was probably not
the most tactful thing to
say.
"Please, listen,
I heard you talking to Irene. She knows what's happening and you're in
great danger," the tiny
woman said, tucking herself back into her make-shift toga.
"Whoa, whoa,
what do you mean 'I'm in danger'?" I asked. "From who?"
"Irene and Jim
are the ones who did this to me. They shrunk your friend Joy and if you
don't get out of here,
you'll be next!" She grabbed my thumb and clutched it like I was a long
lost friend. She sounded
sincerely frightened, more for me than for herself. I picked her up and
was about to reply when a
loud knock came at the door!
Webster's
dictionary defines 'fear' as...'the agitated feeling caused by the anticipation
or realization of danger.'
I hadn't really anticipated danger, but I was now realizing the
agitated feeling I was now
experiencing was most likely it. I heard a key entering the lock. Joy
wouldn't knock before
entering her own apartment. Besides, both of her keys were here in the
apartment. I gently hid the
tiny woman in the inner pocket of my dress jacket, grabbed my 9mm
pistol from my purse and
threw myself against the wall behind the door. I didn't like to use my
gun, but just showing it
has gotten me out of more predicaments than if I had actually fired it.
Which is a good thing too,
cause I'm a lousy shot.
The door began
to open. It stopped after only a few inches. I couldn't figure out why
until I remembered the
chain. Thank goodness for paranoia! A voice came from outside the door.
"Hello.
Maintenance." It was Mark! "Hello? Ms. Davidson? I'm here to change your lock."
Eh? I came around the door
and looked at Mark, my gun behind my back. "Change her locks?"
"Hey, you're the
woman from the lobby! What are you doing in Ms. Davidson's apartment?"
Mark asked, confused. Oh
boy.
"Who told you to
change Joy's lock?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer, just not the
reason.
"Irene told me
to this morning." he replied, sounding even more confused. But he
confirmed my suspicion. I
closed the door and unlatched the chain. The doll woman in my pocket
nudged me.
"Don't worry, I
think he's ok." I whispered. If Mark wasn't confused before, he certainly
was when I opened the door,
grabbed the front of his coveralls and yanked him inside. I may be
short, but I am fairly
strong. The locks were quickly relocked.
"What are you
doing?" he asked. Then he saw my gun pointed at him. He put his hands up.
"Put your hands
down, I'm not gonna shoot you, I hope. Why did Irene tell you to change
Joy's locks?" I put my
pistol behind me in the waistband of my skirt. Mark relaxed a bit and
lowered his hands.
"Irene said Joy
called her from Chicago and had lost her keys. She wanted us to replace
the lock in case someone
found her keys and tried to get into her apartment. It happens
sometimes. I brought the
lock up..." He reached into one of his many pockets. My gun was quickly
pointed at his tender
belly. Slowly he removed a doorknob with a key hanging from it. I replaced
my gun in my waistband.
"Sorry." I said.
I walked into the living room and stared at Mark for a moment. He had
the lock in one hand and
his free hand was up in the air. "How well do you know Jim and Irene?"
He put his hand down and
followed me into the living room.
"I've only been
here about a year. And they usually keep to themselves. Pretty secretive
if you ask me. They do live
here in the complex though, apartment 70." he said, setting the lock
on the table.
"Well, you've
been lied to Mark." I said as I sat in a recliner. I crossed my legs and
adjusted my skirt. Mark's
stares did not go unnoticed. If Joy wasn't missing, I ...Later.
"Not only by me,
which I apologize for, but by your bosses too. My name's Molly Carnes.
I'm an old friend of
Joy's."
"So you're not
looking for an apartment?" he sat on the couch.
"No, I came here
to visit Joy, but she's disappeared. Her keys are here as is her car and
purse. And I KNOW she
didn't go to Chicago. I have an idea were she is, and I think it's not far
from here. Though it may be
a little hard to believe."
"What do you
mean?" he asked?
I reached into
my jacket pocket and gently set the miniature woman on my knee. Mark
looked first at my legs,
then the doll woman.
"A doll?" he
asked. The tiny woman looked at Mark, backwards at me then again at Mark.
"I'm not a doll.
Don't you recognize me?" she squeaked. Mark leaned forward for a better
view. Of my legs or the
doll woman, I wasn't sure. His mouth gaped open and he pointed at her.
"That's no doll,
that's Melanie Pines from 218! She's been gone for almost a month now.
Irene said you left without
paying your rent." he was as stunned as I had been. At least I now
knew who my tiny friend
was.
"I did not! I
went to give Irene my rent and I blacked out in her office. When I came to,
I was naked and in a cage!
She did something to me, and to Joy!" She looked up at me. "And if
Irene suspects you, you're
next." These two were filling in several blanks for me, but not
enough. I carefully set
Melanie on the table between Mark and I.
"Melanie, why
did Irene shrink you?" I asked.
"I don't know.
She just smiled at me and told me I was going to make her rich.I was lucky
to escape." she said,
sitting on the television remote. She was a pretty girl. I wouldn't doubt
she was used to getting
second looks from guys when she was normal sized. And she probably did
not spend Friday nights at
home either.
"Hmm. Mark, do
you know somewhere you can hide Melanie from Jim and Irene? Someplace they
won't find her?" I asked.
"Why can't I
stay here?" Melanie yelled from the table.
"For one thing,
Jim and Irene will most likely check here since she knows that I'm Joy's
friend. And second, Joy has
a cat." I explained. Fortunately, it was afraid of strangers. And
just what was the big fur
ball's name anyway?
At the mention
of a cat, Melanie jumped back and fell from the table. Luckily, Mark
caught her in one hand.
"I could take
her to my apartment. She could hide there while I finish my work. No one
goes there and I don't have
a cat or girlfriend." Mark suggested. I hope he added that girl-
friend part for my benefit.
"All right. Take
her there and hide her. I've got some work of my own to do." I said.Mark
stood up and slid the tiny
girl into a hip pocket. He headed for the door.
"Will you be
ok?" he asked.
"I'll be fine.
Just take care of our small friend till I get back."
"Ok." he
unlocked the door and gave me one last look. Then he closed the door and left. I
grabbed my picks from my
purse and left the apartment my self. No one was in the courtyard. That
was good. I made my way to
apartment 70 as quietly and quickly as I could. Once there, I
listened at the door.
Nothing. Good Again. I knocked. After several minutes of silence, I
unlocked the door with my
special keys (God I love my picks!) and slid inside. The layout was
similar to Joy's place
except there were two bedrooms. Nothing special in the living room. I saw
one of the bedroom doors
was closed. I knocked and heard a muffled sound. Opening it, I was
surprised to see a row of
cages on a table along a wall. I saw what appeared to be my friend Joy
in one of them, except she
was the same size as Melanie! I took a step inside the room towards
the table but stopped when
a sudden pain in my head told me I had been hit from behind. Hard. I
did the only sensible thing
I could do and fell to the floor unconscious. Stupid me! Always
check every room! This was
not good.
I was screwed.
There was no two ways about it. It wasn't only my surroundings, which led
me to this less than joyous
conclusion. It might also have had something to do with the manacles
which held my hands above
my head, apart. I was half spread eagle and all pissed off. My feet
barely touched the floor.
Looking around I could tell I was in some kind of a basement. It
wasn't very large. Support
beams ran from ceiling to floor, forming straight columns. I
currently was stretched
between two of them. Thankfully I was still dressed. Unfortunately, my
head felt like a drum from
a marching band on parade. Whoever had hit me was strong. And I hoped
I could repay the favor
with a large baseball bat upside his head.
As I took in
more of my posh accommodations, I noticed an empty tripod about fifteen feet
in front of me. It didn't
look too threatening, but it also didn't look very promising either.
The only other thing of
note was the small door to my right. It was just wide enough for a
person to go through
sideways and had a small, dirty window in its center. I could faintly hear
music coming from behind
it. Struggling with the chains was futile. They were strong and well
anchored. And from the way
they didn't creak or have any rust, I could tell they were either
newly installed (which I
kinda doubted) or well kept and oiled. I was debating whether or not to
gnaw off my hand so I could
escape when the door opened and Jim and Irene appeared. Stairs could
be seen behind them and Jim
was carrying a 3ft long tubular object covered in a blanket. Irene
was holding one of the
little cages I had seen in their apartment, before being knocked
unconscious. She walked
over to me, holding the cage up to my face. Inside I could see my friend
Joy. She was 10" tall and
wearing an outfit similar to what Melanie had been wearing. She didn't
appear hurt, though I could
tell she had been crying. Joy wasn't crying now though, she was
huddled in the back of the
cage, whimpering. She did manage a weak smile when she saw me, but it
quickly died when she
noticed my manacled wrists. She hung her head.
"I'm sorry,
Molly. It's all my fault." she began to cry again. Irene removed the cage
from my face.
"AWWW, you made
your doll-friend cry. That wasn't very nice." Irene pouted mockingly."But
don't worry, you'll join
her soon." The woman walked backed to where her husband was assembling
something on the tripod.
Within moments, he had what looked like a telescope with a camera
mounted at the small end. I
didn't feel good about this.
"I don't know
who you are, or why you're poking your pretty little nose where it doesn't
belong, but I'm about to
make sure you're out of my way for good." Irene sneered. She handed
Joy's cage to her husband,
Jim. "Any last words before you join your little friend?"
I had several
choice words, but decided that four letter expletives were not going to
help the situation. Not
very lady-like either.
"You do realize
that kidnapping is a federal offense?" I said.
"And who's going
to listen to a foot tall woman?" Irene smirked. I had, and it seemed I
was about to become one.
Irene made some adjustments on the device. I desperately looked around
for a way to escape, but
all of my plans revolved around me not being in the manacles.
"Why don't you
let me go and restore Joy to her normal height? Then we can forget about
this whole misunderstanding
and there won't be any trouble." I purposely excluded mentioning
Melanie. I figured no need
to let them know I know about her.
"Sorry, can't do
that, Honey. Prepare to be shrunk!" Irene smiled.
"Wait! One more
question!" I yelled. Irene paused.
"What?"
"Why are you
doing this?" I asked. Any information I could get would help me. Irene
smiled again. God I hated
her smile. Made me want to strangle her.
"Do you know how
much a rich, lonely old man will pay for a controllable, helpless,
constant companion, who's
pretty and he can do with as he pleases? A fortune! Our friend Joy
here as well as the other
woman, Melanie, were the first test subjects for my shrink ray to see
if the device worked. As
you can see, it works just fine. And after I find that other little
tramp, I'm putting the
three of you up for sale. How does that sound?" she gloated. Personally I
wasn't too keen on the
idea. At the mention of Melanie, Irene glared at Jim. I deduced that
somehow Jim was responsible
for Melanie's freedom. Interesting. I filed the information away for
later use.
"You need help."
I stated flatly. Irene didn't seem to like my suggestion.
"You'll be the
one who needs help!" she scowled. Before I could say another word, she
pushed a button and a beam
shot out from the business end of the telescope thing, hitting me.
It didn't hurt
in the least. In fact, it felt kinda warm and tingly, almost pleasant. But
I had a scant few seconds
to revel in the sensation before I realized my clothes were feeling
loose and baggy. My skirt
began to inch its way down my legs, past my knees and I felt my
panties getting roomier. My
feet came out of my shoes as I was suspended in air by the manacles.
In seconds, my panties fell
to the floor, followed closely by my skirt. Only my jacket and
blouse stood between an R
rating and me.
I looked up at
Irene, who seemed to be grinning almost maniacally. The two of them were
getting bigger by the
second. I was the size of a small child and still shrinking. The only
upside to this was that my
hands came free of the manacles and I dropped into my pile of clothes
on the floor. I tried to
run, but my now oversized blouse and jacket tangled me up and I fell on
my face. Even my bra was
hindering me. I knew those damn things were evil! By the time I
extricated myself from my
clothes I was somewhere under two feet tall. I again tried to run, but
Jim was on top of me faster
than I expected. He put his large hands around my naked waist and
lifted me like I was a baby
that needed its diaper changed. God, he was strong! And his hands
were warm and rough. I
could feel them sliding across my bare, soft skin as I continued to
dwindle. For a moment, I
was caught up in the surreality of the whole thing, watching Jim's
weather-beaten face get
bigger and farther away. Then I remembered just how screwed I was. I
kicked, and punched and
yelled in a completely feminine way, which was useless except to amuse
Jim. He chuckled, which
shook me a bit. Finally I quit shrinking. Jim was holding me in one hand
like a doll. A naked doll
at that. He brought me over to Irene, who quickly snatched me from her
husband's hand and examined
me by tuning me over and back again. Satisfied, she lifted me to her
face. I was sitting in her
open palm, my legs dangling down her wrist, my back against her giant
fingers. Jim picked up the
cage and held the top open.
"She's not as
well-endowed as the other two, but she'll do." Irene commented, lifting one
of my breasts with a
painted fingernail the size of a dinner plate. It was true, I wasn't as
buxomly gifted as Joy or
Melanie, but she didn't need to be rude about it. Irene deposited me
into the open cage, which
Jim quickly closed it. She took our prison from Jim and held it up
before her face.
"Comfy? I hope
so. I have some important phone calls to make. While I'm gone, Jim will
take care of you." The
giantess looked at Jim. "Don't screw it up this time, you moron, or
you'll join them in that
cage." She handed the cage back to the giant man. Then she looked at
Joy and I. "See you two
shortly." She laughed at her oh-so-funny joke and led Jim and us up the
stairs. At the top of the
stairs, I saw were in a bedroom, most likely in the complex. Probably
the bedroom in Irene's
apartment I didn't check.
Irene left the
apartment as evidenced by the front door slamming shut. Jim closed the
basement door and sat on
the bed. He set the cage down on the nightstand next to him and looked
at us for a few seconds. I
didn't like that look. Then he picked up a book and lay down to read
it. As he began reading to
himself, I turned to Joy.
"Are you okay?"
I asked my friend, giving her a quick hug.
"I think so.
What are we going to do?I don't want to be a Barbie doll for some old geezer
for the rest of my life."
Joy was on the verge of crying again.
"Don't worry.
I'll think of something." I looked out at the giant Jim. I noticed he had a
telltale bulge near his
zipper, barely being contained by the denim. Either the book was turning
him on, or we had. I WAS
naked after all. I glanced at the book cover; 'One Thousand Ways to
Play Solitaire'. It had to
be Joy and I. If not, I would feel seriously depressed and wonder a
lot about Jim. Then I had
an idea. I explained my plan to Joy, who at first was reluctant, but
after being reminded of the
alternative, quickly agreed. I looked at Jim and set my plan in
motion.
I've never
considered myself to be sexy. Oh sure, I've had dates with plenty of guys
before, and even...well,
let's just say I'm not quite as pure as the driven snow. But no matter
what I thought of myself, I
had to hope that Jim found Joy and I to be the sexiest ten-inch tall
women he had ever seen. I
posed in what I hoped resembled a sexy stance and whistled to Giant
Jim.
"Oh Jim..." I
purred sweetly. He stopped reading long enough to look over at me then
casually go back to reading
his book. Before I could even feel insulted though, the book dropped
from his hands and his face
was mere inches from the cage bars. Scared the hell out of me, but I
managed to maintain my
pose. It was show time. I put my tiny hand on what I could reach of his
cheek and caressed down to
his chin. The stubble on his chin was thick and coarse and I felt
like I was petting a broom.
"How can a
handsome man like you let Irene work you so hard? Does she always treat you
like that and tell you what
to do? I know I wouldn't push around a big, strong man like you." I
smiled at him. Jim looked
down at the ground then back at me.
"She's smarter
than me."
"Awww, come on.
You seem pretty smart to me. And as good-looking as you are, I'll bet you
have all kinds of women
after you." Trying to avoid the prickly stubble, I gently pet his chin
with both of my hands. He
smiled a little.
"No." he
admitted.
"What?! You must
be kidding! I know if I was outside this cage,I would show you a hell of
a good time." I hoped he
would fall for my ruse. He shook his head.
"This is a
trick. You only want me to let you out so you can try and get away." The giant
man put a hand between his
legs and rubbed himself. I was so close! But before I could disagree
with him, Joy stepped in
front of me.
"Does THIS look
like a trick to you?" she retorted,as she dropped the sarong to the floor
of the cage. Joy had an
impressive body, or at least I had always thought so. Apparently, so did
Jim. He put a finger
through the bars of the cage and began to stroke one of Joy's breasts. She
grabbed his finger, kissed
it, and then began rubbing her breasts with it. I could see the bulge
in Jim's pants grow larger.
"Okay, I'll let
you out, but no tricks! And as soon as Irene comes home, back in the cage
you go." Jim said. He
disengaged his hand from Joy and opened the top of the cage. Carefully he
lifted Joy out, then me. He
set us on the nightstand.
"Now what?" he
asked, his eyes wide with anticipation. And I swear I could see a bit of
drool in the corner of his
mouth. Joy seemed to be doing fine, so I let her take over.
"Take off your
clothes and lie down." I've never seen a person move so fast in my life.In
seconds he was lying on the
bed completely naked. He turned his eyes towards us.
"I'll take the
low road and you take the high road." I whispered to Joy. We jumped from
the table to the bed. It
was a waterbed and walking on it was like walking on one of those
Moonwalk rides at the
carnival. We used the giant's arm for balance. Joy climbed onto the arm,
then his chest and made her
way up to his face. I went towards his raging manhood.
"Now, you can't
touch Molly, just me. That's the only rule, okay?" Joy said, leaning on
Jim's chin.
"All right." he
agreed readily.
"Good." Joy
climbed onto Jim's face and straddled his open mouth like it was a horse. She
motioned for his hands,
which came up and began to fondle her marble-sized breasts. His tongue
seemed to know what to do
as it probed my young friend's bottom. I stood before his turgid
erection. Good God it was
huge! I was ten inches tall and it was almost as tall as I was. Never,
even in my wildest dreams
had I imagined a man's member could be this big. I was in awe. I
stared for a moment longer,
but was brought out of my reverie by a moan of pleasure from Joy. I
got to work.
Slowly I wrapped
my arms and legs around his shaft and began rubbing myself against it. I
could feel his pulse racing
as I continued my tiny ministrations. He began to buck a little when
I began to kiss wherever I
could. An utterance of pleasure told me he liked what we were doing.
Turning around,I knelt with
Jim's massive member somewhat between my butt cheeks and up my back.
My hands, above my head,
were caressing the throbbing tip as I continued to rub my body up and
down. It was feeling rather
good and I almost hated to do what I had to do, when I felt a large
drop of wetness hit my
hair. That was it. It was now or never. Sitting as low as I could, I
wrapped my arms around
Jim's pulsating member and locked my fingers together. He was ready to
explode. I stood back up,
rubbing him with my back once more, then sat down as fast as I could,
bringing the tip of his
penis over my shoulder in somewhat of a judo throw. I applied as much
pressure as I could and was
rewarded by hearing popping sounds from behind me. Jim bolted up,
screaming and sending Joy
flying from his face. She landed between his knees. I barely got out
of the way of Jim's hands
grasping for his wounded manhood. Another scream erupted from him as
his face crunched into a
mask of pain.
"Time to go!" I
shouted to Joy. Jim lay back down and cried softly as he slid into
unconsciousness. We slid
down the bedspread to the floor and took a few seconds to collect
ourselves.
"You okay?" Joy
asked me. She looked flushed and red-faced. I touched the wet spot on my
head. It was sticky.
"Yeah, but I'm
definitely gonna wash that man right outta my hair." I answered."How about
you?" Joy smiled at me.
"Damn that felt
good! I've never felt anything like it!" Joy whispered, majorly out of
breath. She looked at me,
but had a far away look in her eyes.
"Let's get out
of here before he wakes up." I said. I was a little flushed myself, but I
knew we had to get to
Mark's apartment. Hmm... Mark. I wondered if he was as well endowed as
Jim? And I also wondered
what it would be like to straddle his mouth and ride his tongue like a
pony. I wondered if I'd be
able to walk afterwards. I shook my head and led the way out to the
living room. Once there, we
looked for a way out. It was Joy who saw the open window. We quickly
climbed a drape cord to the
windowsill. I was about to drop it down the outside when a shadow
fell over us. Before I
could turn to see who it was, a pair of hands grabbed Joy and I, lifting
us off the sill.
I was having the
kind of day where I felt like my ass was grass and the entire world was
one huge lawn mower (which
wasn't too far from the truth). First, my best friend comes up
missing. This leads me to
find a ten-inch tall woman hiding in my purse, who warns me I was
probably in danger.
Probably, right. This, in turn, pointed me in the direction of the apartment
managers. After breaking
into their home, I found my best friend, but she too was ten inches
tall. If the manager,
Irene, hadn't been regular sized, I'd have thought it was an epidemic. And
if that wasn't bad enough,
I get knocked unconscious and chained in a basement. Then, to top it
all off, I get shrunk to
ten inches (probably more like 9 1/2, I was already short you know).
So, you may be asking
yourself, is there an upside? I DID meet a cute guy named Mark who seems
to enjoy looking at my
legs. I've always considered my legs my best feature. Joy and I were
heading for Mark's
apartment when we got caught on the windowsill. Out of the frying pan into
the microwave oven I always
say. I just prayed to whoever was listening that it wasn't Irene. I
didn't want to have to face
Jim again. He most likely was not too happy with Joy or I at this
point. All in all, not a
good day.
I turned to see
who had caught us and was thankfully met with the sight of green cover-
alls. Mark! He held us up
and looked at me.
"What happened?"
he said. He didn't even look at Joy. I suddenly felt good that he only
had eyes for me, but at the
same time, very selfconcious. I was naked.
"I'll explain
later. You have to hide us and quick!" I squeaked. Mark looked around and
gently put Joy into the
pocket on his hip. Taking a lingering look at me, Mark quite surprised
me by covering my face with
a quick kiss then sliding me into an interior chest pocket near his
heart. I was speechless as
he hurried down the sidewalk to his apartment. I could feel his heart
beat, a little fast. Either
from the possible danger of Irene catching him or he was nervous
about kissing me. I hoped
it was the latter. I didn't mind that he kissed me, I was just
surprised by it. A little
warning would have been nice. And speaking of nice, it did feel nice
being against his firm
chest. Somehow, ten inches didn't seem too bad.
The ride back to
Mark's apartment was anything but uncomfortable. His coveralls kept me
pressed tightly against his
chest (which was a place I didn't mind being) and he smelled of a
pleasant aftershave. I
could easily fall for this giant of a man. I smiled as I stretched myself
out, using the seams of the
pocket for braces. I was thinking of what I was going to say to Mark
once I was returned to full
size, when I felt him stop. I could hear keys jingling and a door
open. We moved forward and
I heard a door close. Mark gently put his hand over me outside his
pocket and gave me a
gentle, reassuring squeeze. It was electric! I DEFINITELY had to spend some
quality time with him once
I got back to normal. IF I ever returned to normal. And right now, it
didn't seem too likely.
I could feel us
move a little further, and then it felt like we were falling. I assumed
(and hoped) Mark was
kneeling down.
"Here you go,
Miss Davidson, watch your step." I heard him say. Suddenly I lost my perch
and tumbled to the bottom
of the pocket. Mark's coveralls pulled open and I could see him
looking down at me. He
smiled a warm smile. 'Ready to come out, Miss Carnes?'
"Call me Molly,
please." I wanted to scream 'NO! Leave me here!' and stay in his pocket
forever, but I knew I had
to help the other girls and get us back to normal. There would be time
for play later. Mark's huge
hand came into the pocket and carefully withdrew my small, tender
form. I never realized
hands so big could be so soft. I was reluctant to leave his hand, but did
so in front of what looked
like a normal sized house to me. If it hadn't of been pink and had
Barbie's name plastered all
over it, I would have thought it was a normal house, shrunk like us.
Joy and Melanie were on the
porch, looking at me as I left Mark's hand. Melanie was wearing a
slightly baggy jogging
suit.
"Come on you
two, there's plenty of clothes in the box upstairs. Let's go!" Melanie
sounded well adjusted to
her new height. Joy was a little shaky, but perked up when she saw
things her size. She looked
at me.
"Go ahead, I'll
be up in a minute. I need to talk to Mark." I said.Joy grinned and turned
following Melanie inside. I
turned to face Mark. He lowered his hand and I stepped into it. He
set me on a bed, which was
just the right size for a child. Still way too big for me, but
perfect for a kid. I could
also see drawings on the walls and other toys scattered about the
room. Mostly dolls, but a
few toy trucks and such. I focused my attention on Mark.
"Where did you get all of
these toys?" I asked. He had already told me he was single. Divorced
with kids? I could handle
that.
"My sister and
her daughter stay over quite a bit. She's having trouble with her husband
and sometimes needs a place
to stay. I let them stay here. He doesn't know where I live and if
he did, he wouldn't dare
come here. He knows I'd kill him." he explained. Wow! Chivalrous,
generous, protective, AND
cute. What else could a ten-inch tall woman want?
"Has she gone to
the police?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled.
"I appreciate
your concern, but right now, let's see about getting you back to normal
size. After we've restored
you, we'll help my sister, deal?" he smiled warmly again. Damn those
deep blue eyes of his!
"Ok. Thanks for
everything Mark." I said. He brought his face close to mine and gave me a
quick kiss. But I was ready
this time and put my whole body into the kiss. When Mark pulled
away, I could barely stand.
I smiled at him. He picked me back up and set me on the floor near
the dollhouse.
"Why don't you
get dressed and I'll come back after I shower. We can talk more then. The
doors are locked and the
windows are closed. You should be safe. Ok?" Mark's suggestion sounded
just fine to me. He stood
up and I watched as he left the room. I waited for a few seconds to
see if he would come back.
When he didn't, I turned and entered the dollhouse, my destination,
the giggling on the second
floor. I climbed the stairs of the dollhouse, my steps light from
thinking of Mark. Once I
entered the room where Joy and Melanie were, it was like being back in
a college dorm room instead
of a child's dollhouse. Upon seeing me, the two girls smiled.
"I think Mark
likes you." Joy said.She had put on what looked to me like a tennis outfit.
And where Barbie's clothes
were loose and baggy on Melanie, Joy filled them out like they were
made for her. Sometimes I
wished I were just a little bigger. Of course, right now I was aiming
for ALOT bigger.
"You think so?"
I asked, looking through the remaining doll clothes. I chose a little
black dress that showed off
my legs and had a high cut neckline. It wasn't too bad a fit.
"From the way he
looks at you, I'd say so." Melanie said. "Maybe you should go and talk
with him."
"But he's in the
shower." I said, admiring myself in the cellophane mirror.Not too bad at
all.
"And the problem
is...?" smiled Joy. Somewhere in the back of my shrunken mind, Joy made
sense. I was about to agree
when a loud ringing outside the dollhouse scared the hell out of the
three of us. When it rang
again, I realized it was the telephone. I heard Mark's answering
machine pick up.
"Hi. I'm not
here, but if you leave your name and number I'll get back with you later." A
loud long beep followed.
Then I heard a voice that froze me in my tracks.
"Mark, this is
Irene." She sounded to be in a hurry. Did she know what Mark had done? She
continued. "Jim has had a
slight accident and I need to take him to the hospital. I'm expecting
an old friend to come over
tonight from out of town. He should be here in about 20 minutes. If
you could let him into our
apartment and explain where we are, I'd really appreciate it.Thanks."
She hung up. I smiled. Not
only did she not know, but also she had just provided a way for us to
get back to normal!
"EWWW! It must
be the old man she wants to sell us to!" Joy frowned and began to panic.
"What are you
talking about, sell us?" Melanie looked worried. I shook my head.
"No one is
selling us. In fact, I have an idea. You two wait here while I get Mark. We're
about to get back to normal
size!" The girls looked at me, each other, then back at me. They
started talking at the same
time.
"What do
you...?"
"How are we...?"
I left them gibbering as I bounded down the stairs and out the front
of the dollhouse. As I ran
across the carpeted bedroom to the bathroom, I could hear Mark
showering. Once in the
bathroom, I yelled to him.
"Mark! Mark! I
need your help!" It was no use. He couldn't hear my tiny voice over the
running water. Not wanting
to ruin my new dress, I threw modesty out the window, removed the
dress, and began climbing
the outer shower curtain. It wasn't easy, but once I reached the side
of the tub, I was treated
to the sight of Mark naked. He was beautiful. His legs were lean and
muscled. And he had the
cutest butt. I saw no sign of love handles around his waist. So
entranced was I with the
sight of his giant naked body (and hoping he would turn around so I
could see the rest of him)
that I didn't notice him move slightly to the side. His movement
allowed a bit of spray from
the shower to hit me and knock me back. Unfortunately, I lost my
balance and hit the wall
behind me. My footing seemed to disappear and I found myself sliding
down the back of the tub
towards Mark's feet and the drain.
Luck must have
decided to smile upon me for a change because not only didn't Mark step on
me as I slid between his
feet, but he droped the soap, which I promptly grabbed onto. As I
clung to the bar, Mark
looked down and stooped to retrieve the soap. He looked quite surprised
to see me.
"How did you get
in here?" he asked, picking me up in one hand and the soap in the other.
At least I got his
attention. As he lifted me, I was again treated to the sight of his body.
This time, the front. He
was everything I hoped for. Even soft, he was impressive. Not porn star
impressive or anything, but
I certainly wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers. Or for
any other reason I could
think of. Despite my current situation, I wanted him. Bad. Mark lifted
me to his face. He put the
soap in its holder and turned to shield me from the water.
"What are you
doing in here?" he asked again, a smile on his face. Oh, how I wanted to
return that smile, but I
remembered Joy and Melanie. There would be time for fun later. Story of
my life, really.
"I need your
help." I said. I felt the forefinger of his free hand glide down one leg and
make its way back up the
other. God, he was making this difficult.
"Really, and you
had to hop into the shower with me to tell me?" His finger gently rubbed
my butt cheeks then softly
made its way between my legs. I began to stutter.
"We, we, we were
just in the, the , oh god, dollhouse..." I had all the grammar of a wino.
Mark felt SO good.
"Uh huh,
and...?" Mark seemed to be enjoying making me stutter. As good as it felt, I had
to stop it.
"I, I, I, Irene
called..." I breathed heavily. Mark stopped instantly.I was still shaking
with pleasure.
"I'm so sorry. I
thought that you..." began Mark. He cuddled me to his chest like I was a
baby. I managed a feeble
smile.
"S'okay. We WILL
continue this later." I said, catching my breath.
"What did Irene
say?" He turned the water off and opened the shower curtain.I related the
call to him as well as my
plan. He set me on the counter and dried himself off. I watched and
whistled with appreciation.
He looked at me, smiled and handed me a washcloth to dry off with.
Reaching down, he picked up
my dress and laid it down next to me. After we dried off and I got
dressed, he lifted me off
the counter and he entered the bedroom. He hurriedly got dressed and
we went to the dollhouse
where the other two tiny girls were waiting.
"Ready to get
back to normal?" I asked from Mark's hand. Both shook their heads yes. Mark
picked them up one at a
time and put them in his jacket pocket. He gave me a kiss which covered
most of my face then slid
me into his shirt pocket. I felt warm and safe. I heard him grab a set
of keys and we were off.
Mark nearly ran
to Irene's apartment. He kept one hand over the pocket I was in and one
over my fellow shrinkees to
keep us from bouncing too much. It was like a roller coaster at Cedar
Point, only better smelling
and no lines. It didn't take too long for us to reach his bosses'
apartment. Once there, I
again heard him fumble with his huge key ring and a door opened. Once
the door closed, I saw
light as Mark opened the pocket.
"Where is the
machine that shrank you?" he asked. I stood up so I could see out of his
pocket.
"Downstairs, in
the basement. And we better hurry.I figure we have ten to fifteen minutes
before they get home." I
pointed to the back bedroom. Mark nodded and headed for the staircase.
He must have
taken three or four steps at a time, because we were down in a matter of
seconds. I could see the
machine was still set up. Hopefully I or Mark could figure it out.
"Why don't you
set Melanie and Joy down between those two posts while we try and figure
out this thing?" I
suggested. He nodded his head and carefully removed the girls. After setting
them on the floor, we made
our way over to the device. It didn't look TOO complicated, but I
didn't want to make any
mistakes. The device really did look like a camera on a telescope. There
was a button on top of the
camera part and a dial on the telescope. The dial was pointing
towards my little friends.
"Well, what do
you think?" Mark looked at me.
"I don't think
they expect us to get down here, so I don't think they would have changed
any settings. Maybe if you
turn the dial back, it will enlarge them." I hoped I was right. I
didn't want to think of the
alternatives. Mark took a deep breath, turned the dial, and pointed
it at the little women in
front of us. He pushed the button on the camera and a beam shot out.
It hit Joy. I held my
breath, waiting to see what would happen. Fortunately (for Joy), she began
to grow. It didn't take too
long for her to shred the doll clothes she had been wearing and
spring back up to full
size. She had a smile bigger than I was tall! She ran over to Mark and I
and gave us a hug,
forgetting that I was in his pocket. I was squashed between Mark's chest and
Joy's healthy bosom. I
pushed on her breast. She must have felt it, because she let out a little
start and backed up. She
bent down and looked at me.
"Are you okay?"
she asked.
"I'm fine, just
wait till I get back to normal to hug me." I smiled. I looked up at Mark.
"Can you get Melanie back
to normal now?"
"Sure. Here goes." He pointed the device at the remaining dollgirl and pushed
the
button. We waited a few
seconds. Nothing happened. I looked at Mark.
"Um, Mark? Why
isn't she getting bigger?" I asked. I began to fear for my own return to
normal size. Mark began
checking all over the device. Finally he stood up.
"Ah-ha. We have
a slight problem." he said. Why didn't I like this?
"What's the
matter?" I asked. He pointed to the underneath of the camera part.
"There's a small
light bulb under the camera. It's not on right now. I think it may take
time to recharge or
something." he said. He took me out of his pocket and bent down to show me
the bulb. As we watched, it
slowly came back on.
"I think we're
ready to enlarge Melanie." Mark announced.
"Ready when you
are!" the tiny woman squeaked. Mark took aim and fired. It took a little
longer than last time, but
eventually Melanie grew out of her Barbie clothes and back to normal.
"I'm next!" I
shouted from Mark's pocket.He set me down in the spot where Melanie and Joy
had been.
"It may take a
few seconds for it to recharge." Mark said.
"No problem.
Just as long as I can get back to normal." I said. Mark was about to say
something when we heard the
door upstairs open. My blood quit flowing when I heard Irene's
voice.
"Why is the door
unlocked?" I heard her say.
"Mark! Is it
ready yet?" I yelled through my teeth. Melanie and Joy held each other. Mark
looked under the machine.
"Nope." Mark
shook his head. Damn!
"The basement!
Someone must be in the basement!" I heard Irene shout. Double Damn! There
was no way it would
recharge in time! I ran over to Mark. He picked me up.
"We have to do
something. They're going to be here shortly." I knew I was useless in a
fight at my current size.
Mark looked around the room. There was nothing to use as a weapon. I
directed Melanie and Joy to
hide behind the door as best as they could. At least they might
surprise Irene and Jim.
Just as they got into position, the two managers burst into the room. I
saw Jim had a baseball bat.
I suddenly had inspiration!
"Mark, the
machine should be ready! Try and hit one of them!" I yelled. He quickly turned
the dial and swung the
machine around and fired. We waited. For a few seconds I didn't think it
worked. Then I saw Irene
begin to dwindle. However, Jim still charged towards us, the ball bat
above his head. Mark
surprised me with his speed as he ducked out of the way of the wild swing.
What also surprised me, was
what Jim DID hit. The bat connected with the shrinking device. There
was an impressive shower of
sparks and I swear I saw Jim's skeleton highlighted under his skin.
Once the sparks died down,
so did Jim. He dropped the bat and fell to the floor. There was no
way he could have survived.
I winced at him. Then I winced even more when I saw the machine. Jim
had destroyed it! I
couldn't believe it! My only way to get back to normal! No. There was
another way. I looked at
where Irene had been. All I saw was a pile of clothes. Irene built the
thing, she could do it
again and restore my height.
"Mark! We have
to get Irene! She can restore my height!" I said. Mark looked at me.
"But the machine
is broken." He looked puzzled.
"Irene built it,
she can rebuild it." I explained. Mark stared at me for a moment.
Meanwhile, Joy walked over
to the pile of clothes. She looked through them.
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