VIOLENT shrunken women BOARD

Tiny Pet
Thursday, 17-Aug-2000 16:07:29 writes:

Tom sat at his desk and squinted at the screen of his laptop. Busy contributing to a message board on the Internet devoted to shrinking women fantasies; he would occasionally pause, and look down into the cardboard box on the floor near his chair. He smiled at the tiny naked girl who huddled in corner of the box; she stared back in wide-eyed terror.

“Are you feeling any better Shannon?” Tom asked.

There was still a small dark stain on the cardboard floor where Shannon’s vomit had splattered an hour before. Tom had immediately wiped at the mess with a moistened paper napkin, but the stain remained. At least she’d finally stopped screaming; those high-pitched shrieks were beginning to play on Tom’s nerves.

Until this morning, young Shannon had been Tom’s intern, helping him with his special project at a government laboratory outside of Boston. Shannon was 21 years old and quite pretty, with straight, brown hair that fell half way down her back. She was slim, and the heels that she wore to the office exaggerated her 5’8” height. Her olive skin hinted at her Italian heritage; weekends spent in the summer sunshine made her skin even darker.

“I’m sure you have lots of questions. Can I put you up on my desk?” Tom reached down into the box, opened his palm, and wriggled his fingers, inviting her to step forward. Tom was sure that it was an invitation that would be refused. Shannon squatted in the corner, cringing from the giant hand, a hand that was bigger than she was. Her eyes got even wider, and she shook her head back and forth violently. “OK, have it your way. We have all the time in the world.” Tom returned his attention to the computer monitor. He could hear Shannon sob occasionally, and for a brief instant, felt a bit sorry for his new little pet.

Then he frowned as he remembered how she had betrayed him. He was sure that she had told everyone about their brief affair. Now all of his coworkers were all laughing at him behind his back. She must have told them about his small penis, and how quickly he was spent. He could tell by the way that people were looking at him, that Shannon had told them everything.

Shannon was just another scheming, conniving bitch, just like his mother. Well, he taught his mother a lesson, and now it was Shannon’s turn.

The sobbing from the box was getting louder. Tom nudged it gently with his foot, sending tiny Shannon tumbling from one side of the box to the other.

“Knock it off; I’m trying to work here!” Tom reprimanded. The sound stopped immediately. Tom watched with amusement as she struggled to her feet, pressing her little frame into the opposite corner. She tried as best she could to cover herself with her hands. Tom liked her small breasts and slim hips; she had that tomboy look that he’d always found attractive. She had quite a forest of pubic hair, a perfect breeding ground for all kinds of germs, but he could easily change that.

“Let me out of here! You can’t do this to me!” Shannon suddenly screamed, peering up over the edge of her cardboard prison at the giant seated above her.

“Oh…so she speaks!” Tom chuckled. It was funny the way people’s voices sounded after they were shrunk. It always reminded him of those cartoon chipmunks on TV. He logged off, and folded the laptop shut. Turning in his chair, he slid the box containing the hapless girl between his legs. “So what’s the problem little lady?”

“Jesus Christ, what’s happened to me. What have you done?”

“Haven’t you figured it out yet Shannon?” Tom shook the box just a bit; Shannon staggered to the middle of the box, and fell on her bottom. Holding his thumb and index finger a few inches apart, then closing them slowly he said, “I made you tiny…very, very tiny.”

She buried her face in her hands, then looked up and shook her head in disbelief. “But that’s not possible. This can’t be happening…”

“Oh, trust me. It’s happening all right. I trusted you Shannon, but you ended up being just another little cunt. You aren’t any different than the others.”

Tom reached into the box with both hands. One massive hand roughly pushed her into the other waiting palm as Shannon screamed hysterically. He lifted her out of the box. She was soft and warm, and it reminded Tom of holding a tiny newborn kitten. He could feel her tiny naked bottom resting in the center of the palm of his hand.

Tom couldn’t stand the noise she was making; her shrieking was ruining the moment. Pulling some tape from the dispenser at his desk, Tom fastened her arms to her sides, wrapping tape around her arms, then her ankles. Finally, he took a small piece and carefully placed it over her mouth. Finally Tom had silence.

Shannon writhed and twisted helplessly in the palm of his hand.

“Will you just calm down? Nobody has hurt you, YET.” She continued to squirm as Tom slid her off of his palm and onto the top of his desk. “Let’s get some measurements.” He pulled a ruler from a drawer and carefully measured her height. He turned away to make some notes on a clipboard. “Shannon, my girl, you’re just under 6 inches tall. Care to take a guess at your weight?”

He rolled her onto his palm, pivoted in his chair, depositing her on an electronic postage scale that was on a table behind his desk. “Four and a half ounces! I wish I had a better scale here at home. I think you’ll probably lose some weight in the next few days, but I don’t have the equipment here to measure it.”

Shannon was struggling less now. Tom could feel her shivering as he held her against his chest, carrying her to the bathroom.. He removed the tape from her ankles, she immediately kicked angrily at his wrist. He squirted a tiny amount of depilatory into the sink, touched the foam with a fingertip, and massaged it onto the struggling girl’s pussy, separating her legs effortlessly with his middle digit.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” he chided. “This will only take a minute, and we’ll get rid of all that nasty hair you have down there.” Tom turned the faucet on in the sink, and held tiny Shannon under the cold water, letting the water cascade over her entire body. The hair was gone in seconds, leaving bright pink skin. He desperately wanted to pull her legs apart with his fingers and lick her, she looked so clean and fresh, but that would be too much, too soon. There was plenty of time.

When Tom roughly stripped the tape from Shannon, she immediately curled into a fetal position in Tom’s cupped hands.

In seconds, Shannon found herself imprisoned in a cage in on top of a dresser in Tom’s bedroom. The floor of the cage was covered with large spongy pellets that had a strong chlorophyll smell. It would be some time before Shannon recognized the stuff on the floor as rodent bedding, normally reserved for hamsters or gerbils.

“I hope you like your new home!” Tom stared at her through the thin bars. She lay motionless on her side, but Tom could her breathing rapidly through her nose. He thought about removing the tape from her mouth, but figured she could do it herself. She’d been handled enough for one day.