Inheritance 2: The Legacyby ZotsterJanet woke up screaming.
Blinking the last remnants of sleep from her eyes and shivering despite thewarmth of the room, she reached over to flick on the light. Slipping out of bed,she stumbled over to the refrigerator to get a drink of water. The sweatcovering her body caused her silk nightgown to cling to her skin as she returnedto sit down.
Janet stared out the window into the moonlit early morning, trying to relaxenough to go back to sleep. Her roommates in the sorority had already done so,having long since become accustomed to her almost-nightly screams as she awokefrom a recurring nightmare.
But now something was different. For the first time, Janet could remember partsof the dream - vague, disjointed images that she could not quite piece together,but which nonetheless filled her with a strange combination of fear and anger.
As she lay back on her side, still gazing out the window, she knew the time hadcome to face her nightmares head on.
* * *Paul fought off a wave of nausea as he struggled to breathe.
His face was pressed between Laurie's ass cheeks as her silky pink pantiestightened against his back with each step she took. Even in the few moments shestopped moving, the skin-tight jeans she had decided to wear today kept himpressed firmly in place.
As the blonde sorority sister strolled casually across campus, waving andexchanging hellos with friends, Paul was buffeted from both sides between herbuttocks. As hard as it was to gasp for air while she was walking, he dreadedeven more what would happen when she finally arrived at her class.
Since his stepsister had brought him with her to UConn, he had been used in justabout every conceivable way by her sorority friends. Janet had chosen to keephim a secret from some of the girls she didn't quite trust yet, but there wereat least 20 different young women who took their turns with him. They even setup a schedule!All the girls were under strict instructions not to physically harm him - atleast intentionally - but many were something less than careful about how theyhandled him. His body was covered with bruises, and he suspected at least one ortwo ribs had been broken, along with a sprained leg. He had known pain andpleasure in his seven months at the school, but mostly pain.
His home was in a gerbil cage at the sorority house, but he seldom had a chanceto use it. His nights were spent fulfilling the sexual desires of the younggiantesses, and his days were spent as their slave.
One of their favorite chores for him was putting nail polish on their fingersand toes. Some even had him paint unique designs with different colors, and hehad become somewhat of a "nail artist." Their friends could never figure out howthe girls had painted the designs on their nails with such minute detail.
Paul had come to enjoy the nail artistry, but other tasks were much lesspleasant. He had been called upon to pluck eyebrows and other bodily hair, rinseout bras and panties (when he was lucky, they let him use running water in asink), wash their feet (again with water and a tiny rag - sometimes), sort adrawer full of earrings, retrieve items dropped behind dressers and otherhard-to-reach places (fighting off the occasional spider or cockroach in theprocess), and even brushing and flossing teeth from inside their mouths.
But whatever else the young women had him do, he invariably ended up suckingtheir nipples, massaging their buttocks, kissing and licking up and down theirbodies and crawling or being plunged inside their vaginas. Often, they wouldjust lie back in bed naked and instruct him to pleasure them any way he could -which usually ended with him rubbing their clits. Sometimes he would have topleasure several of the women in one night.
The girls often brought him to class with them, usually stuffed in a shirtpocket or their bras. But today, Laurie had decided to drop him down the back ofher panties before she pulled on her jeans. And as her strides slowed and hebegan to hear the assorted rustling and murmurs of a classroom, Paul feared whatwould happen next.
Sure enough, Laurie's ass suddenly became a ceiling as she began to sit down,and Paul was pressed deep between her cheeks as she settled on the hard seat. Ifbreathing was tough before, it was next to impossible now. He was able to tilthis head back so his face was in the air of her crack, but the weight of herenormous soft flesh against him was squeezing his chest, making it possible onlyto gasp frantically.
As Paul struggled, Laurie made herself comfortable for the 1 ½-hour lecture.
* * *Janet stared straight into the small light as a pendulum swung back and forth infront of it. Her friend Rebecca, a pre-med student and psychology major, spoketo her softly, telling her to relax and focus on the light.
Rebecca's words seemed to fade into the background as Janet felt the worldslowly slipping away. Soon she felt like she was in another place. Sherecognized her bedroom at home, but it was decorated like it was when she wasjust 9 years old - complete with pink floral wallpaper, an old-fashioned stereocomplete with turnstile, posters of Cyndi Lauper and lots of stuffed animals.
She looked toward the bed and recognized herself, clutching tightly to herfavorite stuffed animal, a giraffe she remembered was called "Kooky." Janetlooked into her own face, a face that in sleep should have reflected theinnocence of youth, yet somehow didn't.
A light burst into the room, and the adult Janet turned to see her stepfatheropen the door and step in. He walked to her bedside and softly kissed her cheek,caressing her hair.
Her stepfather merely appeared to be tucking her in and kissing her goodnight,but for some reason the scene made Janet begin to feel agitated and somewhatnauseous.
She didn't want to look, but she couldn't turn away as the man who had been theonly father she ever really knew slipped his hands inside her pajamas, reachingdown, under the covers ...
Janet broke out of the trance suddenly, a scream escaping her throat. She lookedaround the room, shaking. Then as the memories came back in a flood, she turnedher head to the side and vomited.
* * *Jessica examined the bruises covering Paul's body as she looked through amagnifying glass. The 3-inch man had remained motionless since Laurie hadbrought him to her, apparently unconscious.
Jessica was Rebecca's older sister, and like her, had attended UConn as apre-med student. She had graduated last year, and was now in her first year ofmedical school. Luckily for Paul, she was spending a week off with her sisterand former sorority friends. And she didn't need to be more than a first-yearmedical student to see Paul was in bad shape.
"What did you do to him, Laurie?" she asked.
"He-he was in my pants when I sat down. I didn't crush him, did I? Janet willkill me!""No, he's still alive, but not by much," Jessica replied, brushing aside a wispof her curly brown hair. "What were you thinking? The pressure on him must havebeen enormous! He could have - probably should have - been smothered!""I-I didn't mean to," Laurie said. "He just felt so good squirming aroundagainst my ass, and you wouldn't believe how he turned me on during that class.
I really didn't mean to hurt him.""Well you have to be a lot more careful with him. I think he'll be okay, but I'mgoing to put him back in the gerbil cage to recover. Spread the word to all thegirls, Laurie. No one, and I mean no one, is to touch him for at least a weekfor any reason. Just bring him food, and keep the cage clean. Is thatunderstood?""Yeah, sure," Laurie replied, somewhat half-heartedly.
Not convinced of her sincerity, Jessica became more stern.
"I mean it, Laurie. If any of the girls try to play around with him, they'llprobably kill him. I don't think that would make Janet very happy. How would youlike to be the next person she decides to shrink? Take a good look at thatgerbil cage. You want to call that home for the rest of your life while the restof us use you like a dildo?""Okay, Jessica. No one will touch him. I promise!" Laurie said, ratherconvincingly this time.
"Good. Now get out of here," Jessica said as she turned back to tend to Paul'sinjuries.
Look at this poor guy, she thought. At least a couple of broken ribs, possibly abroken leg, maybe even internal injuries. She could tell he needed a realdoctor, his own size, but how many 3-inch tall doctors were there? Even if hesurvived the next week, Jessica was convinced he wouldn't live to see thesummer.
* * *Janet fidgeted in her chair as Linda talked about her uncle, and how he rapedher when she was just 16. That was half a lifetime ago for the 32-year-oldwoman, but she still told the horrible story with enough details to make theother women in the group shudder.
This was Janet's first experience in a group therapy session with her newpsychiatrist, Dr. Janice Sands. Dr. Sands specialized in incest cases, herself avictim of her father's advances at a very young age.
Janet had already met with her several times over the past week, and Dr. Sandshad encouraged her to come to the group therapy session as soon as possible.
Despite her assurances that she didn't have to discuss anything she didn't feelcomfortable with, Janet became increasingly nervous while listening to the otherwomen.
Including her, there were six women in the group. Linda had dirty blonde hairand was a corporate manager in one of the local insurance companies. She had alot in common with Margaret, a 29-year-old blonde who also worked with aninsurance company as a sales representative. Like Linda, she had been raped, butby her brother rather than her uncle.
Then there was Kelly, a 26-year-old drug addict with dark brown hair who hadbeen molested by an older cousin. Casey, 22, had black hair, adisproportionately large bust, and was a waitress. She had also been abused byan older brother.
Probably the saddest case was Angela. True to her name, she had an angelic faceframed by pretty red hair. Just 15, she had been raped by both her father anduncle on numerous occasions. Her mother had denied what was happening for monthsbefore finally having a nervous breakdown and stabbing her husband to death witha kitchen knife. Angela now lived in a foster home, while her mother wascommitted to a state psychiatric hospital and her uncle stood trial on rape andmolestation charges.
After Linda finished relating her tale to the group, Kelly started talking aboutsomething that caught Janet's attention.
"Even though it wasn't until recently that I cut through my memory block andremembered what my cousin Bill had done to me, I realize now that I had beencarrying that anger around for a long time. I used to pick fights with anyone Icould, and I even got mad at my friends for no reason," Kelly said.
"The worst part was when I took it out on my family. Even though they had noidea what was going on, I subconsciously blamed them, and took it out on them. Ialienated my whole family, and I didn't even realize why. When I was 16, I beatup my little brother for no reason, then ran away from home. I still haven'tseen my family since then. They just don't want to talk to me."Those words sent a shudder down Janet's spine as she thought about what she haddone to Paul. She and her friends had put him through a living hell, and forwhat? Because he didn't like being forced to have his little sister taggingalong everywhere he went? Could she blame him?Tears began to fall from her eyes as she realized that she had shrunken andhumiliated Paul not because of anything he had ever done, but out of anger forwhat his father had done to her.
"Janet, what are you thinking about?" Dr. Sands asked, noticing the tears.
Broken from her silent thoughts, Janet looked around the room, started to speak,then ran out the door instead.
* * *Paul struggled to hang on to the rough material as Nancy danced around the room.
He was losing his grip as her breasts bounced up and down with her movements,their flesh slamming against his arms and hands as he clung to the bust line ofher dress.
He had lived in relative peace for a full week as the sorority girls obeyedJessica's orders, but as if some sort of alarm clock had been set, the girls hadconverged on him exactly one week to the hour after she issued the order. Now hewas the guest of honor at an impromptu party.
All around him the young women danced to a song he couldn't even recognizebecause it was so loud. Above the heaving mounds of her breasts, Paul could seeNancy's smiling face glancing down at him, her dark red hair swaying back andforth.
He heard her giggling, then she began to spin around and Paul lost his grip. Heflew through the air for what seemed like hundreds of feet before crashing intoLaurie's bare stomach while she sat on a nearby couch. Laurie let out ahigh-pitched scream as he fell into her lap, unconscious.
* * *Janet could only watch helplessly as Jessica examined Paul with a magnifyingglass. He hadn't regained consciousness for several hours now, and his skin hadturned a sickly shade of white - where it wasn't darkly bruised.
Jessica said nothing as she examined him, but Janet could tell from the look onher face that the prognosis wasn't good.
"Jessica, how is he? Is he going to be alright?" she asked timidly.
"Well, to put it bluntly Janet, he's dying," Jessica said. "It isn't easyexamining him at this size, but as far as I can tell, his broken ribs have beenthrust into the surrounding tissue, causing internal bleeding and possiblypuncturing a lung. He needs an operation - now - and I don't see how that'spossible unless you can restore his normal size."Frustration began to build inside of Janet. She had returned to the sorority totake Paul away, apologize as best she could for the evil things she had done tohim, and maybe even reunite him with Leah somehow. Instead she had found hisstill form carelessly dropped on a table while her sorority sisters dancedaround him.
A week ago, she probably wouldn't have even cared if he died. Since she returnedto school last fall, she had only seen him twice, briefly. For the most part,she just let the sisters have their way with him. She told them not to hurt him,but that was just to fulfill her promise to Michelle.
Now he was going to die, it was all her fault, and the worst part was she nowrealized for the first time he didn't deserve it. Her abusive stepfather wasdead, and because of his legacy, Paul would soon be joining him.
There had to be a way. If she hadn't eliminated his excess energy after theshrinking process, she'd be able to bring him back; but how could any doctoroperate on him at his present size?Maybe ... "Jess, if you had to, would you be able to do the operation?" Janetasked.
"Well, I'm really not qualified, but it should be just a matter of patching upall the holes, so to speak," Jessica said. "That I could probably do. But ifthere's more serious problems, or any complications arise, I'd be in over myhead. Also, I couldn't do anything unless his size was restored, and you saidthat's not possible.""I have an idea," Janet said. "It's a little desperate, but it sounds like weneed to do something fast to save his life. Find Rebecca, and go with her to getall the medical equipment you'll need. Then prepare to operate, doctor!"* * *Paul awoke in a daze.
His body hurt everywhere, but especially his chest. He had no idea where he was,and he couldn't seem to get his eyes to focus anywhere. He felt violently illand turned his head to vomit, but very little came up.
Suddenly a hand rested on his forehead and fingers rummaged through his hair. Asoothing woman's voice told him to relax, and that he was all right now.
All right? What happened? Who was that?His left hand was lifted, and he felt two more warm hands surround it. "Just lieback and rest now, Paul. We'll take care of you," he heard another woman's voicesay.
Must be dreaming, Paul thought. How could I possibly feel a woman's hand on mewhen she must be over a hundred feet tall?Still dazed, he fell into a deep sleep.
* * *Looking down, Janet saw Jessica give the thumbs-up sign as she removed the SeranWrap from the cake pan that had served as a makeshift operating room.
Following Jessica's orders, Janet had sterilized the pan and a small metaljewelry box that had served as the operating table. Jessica and Rebecca hadsterilized the other medical equipment and scrubbed up after they came out ofthe shrinking chamber in the basement. Then Janet had placed them and theequipment in the pan with Paul and covered it with the Seran Wrap to maintain asterile field, leaving just the corners open to allow some air in.
Jessica hadn't even been sure that Paul would survive the half-hour drive backto Janet's house, but her thumbs-up now indicated he was in good shape.
"How is he?" Janet whispered anxiously.
"No one is more shocked than I am, but it's looking good," Jessica shouted backfrom inside the pan. "He came through the operation with flying colors, and wemanaged to patch up all the holes. He regained consciousness a few minutes ago,but I gave him something to help him sleep for a while. He's going to be in alot of pain when he wakes up, but as far as I can tell, he should make a fullrecovery!""Thank God," Janet choked out as tears welled up in her eyes. "I can't thank youtwo enough for all you've done. Do you want to get back to normal size now?""Actually, I'd like to stay with him until after he wakes up," Jessica said. "Hemay need something to help get through the pain. Rebecca should probably staytoo, just so we can keep a watch on him. We got the buzzer you gave us; we'lluse it to call you if we need anything, or when he wakes up. Just relax for now.
Your ‘little bro' here is in good hands!"* * *For the next three days Paul was in a world of pain. He felt groggy all the timeand each breath he took was agonizing.
When his breathing became too shallow, one of the women with him - she hadintroduced herself as Rebecca - covered his mouth with an oxygen mask. The otherwoman, Jessica she had said, made sure his IV was kept fresh, and often askedhim if he needed more morphine for the pain.
What remained unasked and unanswered is why these two women were helping him. Bynow he had recognized his surroundings as the living room of his family's -Janet's - home. He was in some sort of metal pan, its sides rising above him allaround. But the bottom had been covered with a soft cloth, and he rested on asmall cushion that looked like it came from a doll house.
Although he didn't recognize the woman called Jessica, he was quite certain thatin the past few months he had spent a good deal of time pressed against orinside of Rebecca's curvacious body. Except the large, firm breasts that pushedforward the front of her white blouse now had been much larger - larger than hewas - at the time.
Judging by the enormity of his surroundings, he realized that he had not beenreturned to normal size, but rather the two women had been shrunk to his size totake care of him. But why? Certainly Rebecca had shown him no more compassionthan the other girls in the sorority, and his stepsister Janet had made it veryclear she didn't care if he lived or died. So what had happened?It was on the third day of his recovery that Jessica announced she had to leave,but that Rebecca would stay with him for a few more days to help take care ofhis needs. By then his pain had diminished enough for him to be able to movearound freely, although slowly, and eat solid food.
And it was time to ask a few questions.
"Why?" Paul began simply. "Why did you help me? Why didn't you just let me die?Is Janet that anxious to keep her little sex toy alive?"It was Rebecca who hugged him close as she stood next to him, her long, lightbrown hair brushing against his cheek.
"It was Janet's idea," she said, startling him with the revelation. "She caresabout you more than you can imagine right now. You see, there are some thingsyou don't know about her, things she didn't even know about herself until lastweek.""What kind of things?" Paul interjected. "What could possibly explain what shedid to me? What could she possibly say to me that would make me forgive her fortaking away my life and making me a toy for a bunch of horny sorority girls?""I-I'm so sorry, Paul," Rebecca stammered as she ran a short distance away,crying from her own shame.
Jessica turned to him. "She didn't know what she was doing, Paul," she said.
Gesturing toward Rebecca, she added, "None of them did. They didn't see you as aperson. Janet didn't let them. She made you into a toy, and the other girls sawyou through her eyes.""That's a bunch of crap, and you know it," Paul yelled as best he could. "Theywere just interested in their own pleasure, and they didn't care about me. Butit was Janet that did this to me. She hates me, and I can never forgive her!""No, Paul," Jessica said, gently taking his hand. "It's your father she hates.
Your father who went into her room, night after night for years, touching her,abusing her sexually. Messing her mind up so bad she couldn't even remember. Sheonly felt the hatred and anger, and because she didn't know why, she took it outon you. She doesn't hate you. It's her hatred for your father that did this toyou."Paul was left speechless. How could that have been happening without him knowingabout it? How could Janet not remember something like that? He had grown to hatehis father too, but could he have really been that sick, that evil? Yet itexplained so much. His father's sudden affection for Janet, even how the mood ofeveryone in the house changed so dramatically after Janet's mother died. Couldhis father still be causing this much pain to himself and his stepsister so manymonths after his death?Paul felt a hand touch him gently on his left leg. He didn't remember sittingdown, but he was, and Rebecca had moved over to sit next to him. Not evenknowing why, he suddenly turned to hug her, burying his face in her long brownhair as he cried.
Minutes later, Janet's giant hand reached into the pan and carried Jessica away,leaving Paul alone with Rebecca.
* * *After Jessica had been restored to normal size by the machine in the basement,she told Janet all that she and Rebecca had said to Paul.
Janet was glad they had laid the groundwork, because she had been avoidingtalking to Paul since she brought him home for the operation. It's not that shedidn't want to - but how could she possibly apologize for stealing his life,taking Leah away from him, and treating him like a pet, a living sex toy?After Jessica left to return to school, Janet made up her mind to speak to Paulas soon as possible. That opportunity came later that day when Rebecca, whostayed behind to watch over Paul for a few more days, called upon Janet to takeher to the bathroom sink for a hot bath.
Leaving her alone, Janet returned to the living room and looked into the pan atPaul. He was resting on one of the panties she had used to line the bottom ofthe pan, his back against the miniature pillow she had found in her old box oftoys. He looked up at her and she forced a smile.
"I'm, uh, glad to hear you're going to be okay," she stammered.
Paul just looked up at her, expectantly. Oh well, might as well just say it, shethought.
"Look, Paul, um, I know there's no way you could ever forgive me for what I'vedone to you, but I just want you to know I'm sorry." Janet could no longer holdback tears. "I wish I could make you normal again, I really do, but I can't.
I'll do whatever I can for you, I promise. I'll bring you back to Leah, I'll dowhatever you want ... anything, anything I can do. I'm just so sorry. I wish, Iwish ..."Janet broke down sobbing then, but as she wiped her tears away she could seePaul motioning for her to pick him up in her hand. She did, and he pointed tohis own ear, indicating she should move him closer to hers.
She raised the palm of her hand, with Paul sitting in it, up next to her ear,expecting him to let loose with all the anger and hatred he must have bottled upover the past half year.
Instead, he seemed to almost whisper, "Don't blame yourself, Janet. It was myfather's perversion that did this to both of us. It broke up our family, andmade the two of us turn against each other. You didn't know what you were doing,and neither did I. I don't hate you anymore. I hate what my father did to you.
Our hatred was his legacy, and I think it's time we changed that."And with that, she felt him lean forward and kiss her on the cheek.
* * *Paul felt warm and comfortable as he nestled in the bottom of Janet's shirtpocket. Lying against the soft cotton fabric with his eyes lightly closed, hecould feel the vibrations of the car around him, along with the soft thumping ofhis stepsister's heart coming through the massive breast below.
That first night she had apologized to him, he had kissed her gently on thecheek, surprising even himself with his ability to forgive her. But how could henot? In many ways, she had suffered more horribly than himself.
The hardest part had been trying to forgive himself. He couldn't help but wonderhow he had never known what his father had been doing to Janet. In her own wayshe had been reaching out to him all those years ago, and her big brother hadjust turned his back. A part of him couldn't help but feel that maybe hedeserved his fate, after all.
But he had spent countless hours talking to Janet over the next week, and theirshared pain had brought them together closer than ever.
Janet had even brought Paul to bed with her one night after he had sufficientlyrecovered from his emergency operation, and he had willingly made love to her,caressing and fondling every part of her gigantic body, finally bringing her toclimax while inside her vagina. When she came down from her orgasm she hadcursed him for being so reckless, considering his recent injuries, but when shediscovered he was unharmed she cradled him gently against her breast and fellasleep.
For the first time since he was with Michelle, Paul had enjoyed the experiencetremendously, but it had felt somewhat awkward. He had begun to think of Janetas family, even though they weren't blood relatives. As it turned out, she feltthe same way, so although she was never shy about undressing in front of him andeven showering or bathing with him, they no longer had sex.
Now that his wounds were a fading memory, Janet was fulfilling her promise toreunite him with Leah.
Janet had called her, letting Leah know she would be visiting and that she wouldbring a special surprise with her. Leah had been shocked to hear from Janet, butwelcomed her visit to New Hampshire for the weekend.
And so Paul rested in Janet's shirt pocket as she drove, pondering what he wouldsay to an ex-girlfriend that would now be a giantess to him.
Deep down, his fondest hope was that she would agree to come back to Connecticutwith them and be shrunk down to his size so they could be together again like areal couple. But he knew he couldn't ask her to do that. The process was muchtoo painful and potentially dangerous to be done repeatedly, and it would beunfair to ask her to spend the rest of her life three inches tall.
As Paul continued to ponder the situation, he felt himself bounce off Janet'sbreast as the car lurched to a stop. "WE'RE HERE," she said simply as she openedthe top of the pocket.
She reached a finger into the pocket, and Paul held on to it as she pulled himout. As she placed him gently on the dashboard, he looked in awe at the familiarsurroundings that seemed somehow unfamiliar. He never imagined he'd see thisplace again, but the enormous house and yard that he had once called home madehim feel smaller than ever.
"YOU READY?" Janet asked as he adjusted the clothes she had shrunk for him towear. Over the past couple of weeks he had been trying to get used to wearingclothes again, but still preferred to wear just a pair of shorts most of thetime. But for this occasion, he had put on a pair of jeans and a tiny UConnsweater. Looking up, he gave Janet a thumbs-up.
An enormous hand landed softly on the dashboard next to him. "HOP ON," Janetsaid.
She held him gently but firmly, and Paul clung tightly to her fingers as she gotout of the car and rang the doorbell. She moved him behind her back, and hisview of the door was obstructed by the white blouse that covered the expanse ofher back.
He heard a loud noise as the door was opened, and then Leah's soft, sexy voice:"HELLO JANET, COME ON IN!"Janet shifted him back in front of herself, hiding him from Leah's view as shewalked through the door. As Leah led the way into the living room, Janet gentlyput her other hand over him, still hiding him from view. Paul could feel herhands trembling, and knew she was nervous about the conversation that was tocome.
"SO WHAT'S THIS BIG SURPRISE YOU DROVE ALL THE WAY UP HERE TO SHOW ME," Leahasked. With the sound of her voice, months of longing exploded in Paul's gut.
"WELL, IT'S MORE OF A ‘LITTLE' SURPRISE," Janet began with a nervous laugh. "IGUESS IT'S BEST IF I JUST SHOW YOU." With that she flattened out her palm withPaul on top of it, pulling away her other hand so Leah could see him.
Paul looked up at the woman he had loved, seeing her again as if for the firsttime. She was dressed casually in a pair of white shorts and a "New Hampshire isfor lovers" T-shirt. The rush of desire began to burn in his chest as he glanceddown at her graceful legs, gently curving into the bottom of the shorts. In thespace between the shorts and T-shirt he saw just a hint of her belly button, andlooking way up he could see her lovely breasts highlighting the "ew H" and "shir"portions of her shirt.
When he saw Leah's face, Paul felt like he was going to melt away in Janet'shand. Her soft features brought back so many memories, memories that seemed likethey came from a different lifetime. The smooth skin of her cheeks stretched byhigh cheekbones, her perky nose that he recalled seemed to wriggle like arabbit's when she laughed, her lovely brown hair cascading around her shoulders,her full pouty lips, painted red and glistening with just a hint of moisture,and finally her eyes which seemed to almost glow with their green color, lookingdown at him, opening wide in disbelief.
"WHAT ... WHAT IS THAT? IT CAN'T BE! IS THIS A JOKE? THAT CAN'T BE! I ... IDON'T BELIEVE IT! WHAT ... WHAT ..." Leah's voice trailed off, although her lipsseemed to be trying to form words. She finally gave up, sitting down heavily ona couch. She still gazed at Paul, her look a mix of disbelief, confusion andconcern.
Janet lowered her hand to the coffee table in front of Leah and Paul rolled off.
He sat cross-legged on the table, craning his neck back to look up at Leah'sface. She blinked at him a couple of times, then looked across the table atJanet as she sat down on the opposite chair.
"IT'S REALLY PAUL, LEAH," Janet said. "I DID THIS TO HIM, AND I KEPT HIM AWAYFROM YOU. I CAN'T POSSIBLY APOLOGIZE ENOUGH FOR WHAT HAPPENED, BUT LET ME TRY TOEXPLAIN."For the next hour the two giant women talked, almost seeming to forget that Paulwas sitting there on the table between them. Janet explained how she had come toremember what his father had done to her as a child, then how she had inheritedthe shrinking machine and used it to reduce Paul.
As Janet continued to relate everything that happened, Paul saw somethingstrange in Leah's eyes. First she was angry, then concerned. Slowly, Paul sawsomething else appear - despair, which was understandable given thecircumstances; but also, frustration? Then he noticed Leah's hands shaking, heranxious looks down at him.
Standing up and moving to the edge of the table, Paul began to caress Leah'sknee. She looked down at him and he yelled, "What's wrong honey? What are you soanxious about?"His words caused her to burst out crying, but she placed her hand next to him onthe table, and he climbed into it. She wiped away some tears and gently rubbedher soft fingertip against Paul's body as she held him.
"PAUL, I ..." she started to say, then pulled him up to her lips and engulfedhis entire body in a passionate kiss. "PAUL, I LOVE YOU, BUT I THOUGHT YOU HADLEFT ME. I MET ANOTHER MAN, AND LAST WEEK HE PROPOSED, AND I ACCEPTED. I'MENGAGED NOW - I'M SO SORRY, IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN ..."As Leah cried harder, Paul caressed her fingers. She lifted him to her face andhe kissed her cheek as he was bathed in her salty tears.
* * *Paul and Janet spent the remainder of the weekend with Leah.
Although Leah's news left Paul feeling emotionally numb, he spent a lot of timetalking to her, and she even brought him to bed with her that night. He spenthours against her enormous breasts, licking and kissing her nipples as shemoaned in pleasure. He even crawled down between her legs and brought her to anintense orgasm.
But as he lay surrounded by her long hair later that night, looking over at herbeautiful, billboard-sized face, he knew it would be the last night he wouldever spend with her.
The next morning Janet helped Leah pack up many of his belongings to bring backto his new home. Paul had assured Leah he would be happy living with hisstepsister, although the words seemed hollow even to him.
When they returned home, Janet went shopping and bought a huge, hi-techdollhouse for him to live in. At first he was vaguely insulted, but when helooked around inside the house, he found soft, comfortable chairs and couches, amajestic kingsize bed, and working lights. He even had running water in thebathrooms, pumped from a refillable tank behind the house. Janet was able tomodify the dollhouse's wiring so that Paul could plug in a miniaturizedtelevision, stereo and other household appliances.
Over the next several weeks, Paul arranged the house to his liking with all thebelongings that Janet shrunk to his ratio. Janet placed the dollhouse on thefloor in her bedroom, so she could keep an eye on him, but he could have privacyfrom neighbors and other visitors in the living room.
Paul had a nice, comfortable home and Janet took care of all his needs, butsometimes at night or in the morning he stared up at his stepsister's gorgeousbody as she prepared for bed or got out of the shower, and he felt like she andother women were now separated from him by an impossible difference in size.
Although Janet would often pick him up and let him explore her body as she layback in bed, he felt like he was trapped in another world, where true love wasimpossible.
The feelings became much worse when Janet left him alone in the house as shewent to school, shopping, or to her group therapy sessions. She always took careto make sure he would be safe, but she could not help him from feeling horriblyalone.
Then on May 17 - a date Paul would remember the rest of his life - he hadsettled into his couch to watch a repeat of "The Incredible Shrinking Man" onchannel 61 when he was roused by a knock on his roof. Ironically, he clicked offthe TV just as Scott Carey was yelling at his giant wife for making a racketwalking down the stairs. Janet had been nothing but kind to him since hisoperation, but he still suspected that yelling at her for making too much noisewould not be well received.
He opened his own dollhouse door - with a thankful thought that at least Janetwas smart enough not to have a cat in the house - and stepped out to the sightof not one, but two pairs of beautiful feet in open-toed heels.
Janet's feet he recognized immediately. In fact, over the past several monthsPaul had gotten as good at remembering women's feet as most men are atremembering their faces. But the other pair of feet were not immediatelyrecognized, although they were vaguely familiar.
Paul's eyes followed a nice pair of legs up below a tight black miniskirt to awhite blouse, past the woman's pretty petite breasts with a small gold crosshanging on a chain between them, up to a smiling face he immediately recognized.
Light flowed through her dirty blonde hair from behind, making Michelle's facelook all the more angelic as she smiled down at him.
"HI THERE, LITTLE LOVER. IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" she said.
Paul couldn't have imagined how happy he'd be to see Janet's friend again. Heran toward her and began hugging and kissing her toes - the only part of her hecould reach.
Giggling, Michelle let him go at it for a couple of minutes before finallyreaching down and scooping him up in her hand. She lifted him right in front ofher face, softly whispering, "I LOVE YOU TOO, LITTLE GUY," then covering himwith her soft lips.
"I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND PAUL," he heard Janet say, "BUT I ASKED MICHELLE HERE IFSHE'D LIKE TO MOVE IN. I COULD USE THE RENT MONEY TO HELP PAY THE TAXES ON THISPLACE, AND IT'S NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND AROUND. BUT THEN AGAIN, MAYBE I COULD FINDSOMEONE ELSE INSTEAD, MAYBE SOME GUY I KNOW ...""I thought you weren't going to torture me anymore," Paul yelled from Michelle'sopen palm. "Of course I want Michelle to stay!""ARE YOU SURE? SHE'S GOT A LOT OF STUFF, I'LL HAVE TO MOVE SOME OF MY STUFF OUTOF THE GUEST BEDROOM, AND THEN I WON'T HAVE ROOM FOR YOU IN HERE ANYMORE. IGUESS WE COULD LEAVE YOU IN THE BASEMENT, OR THE ATTIC, OR MAYBE IN A CLOSETSOMEWHERE ...""I HAVE AN IDEA, WHY DON'T WE MOVE HIM INTO MY ROOM," Michelle cut in. "BUTTHEN, HE MIGHT NOT LIKE THAT, HAVING TO BE AROUND ME ALL THE TIME. HE'D PROBABLYRATHER BE ON HIS OWN SOMEWHERE," she pouted.
"Stop it, you two!" Paul yelled. "Of course I want to stay with Michelle!" Bothwomen broke into laughter.
"WELL, OKAY THEN, IF YOU'RE SURE ABOUT IT, LITTLE GUY. I'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OFYOU - JUST AS LONG AS YOU TAKE GOOD CARE OF ME," Michelle said, giggling. "AND ITHINK YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! I'VE BEEN WAITING A LONG TIME FOR THIS - YOU'REGOING TO HAVE A ‘BIG' NIGHT!"* * *"It just isn't fair, Dr. Sands! How could they just let him go after what he didto me?" Angela choked out through her sobbing. Janice held her in a soft hug asshe continued to let her anger out.
"He admitted what he did to me - he admitted it! And just because someone didn'tread him his rights properly, the bastard gets away with it! It isn't fair!"Angela broke down completely then, sobbing and pounding on Janice's back.
It was a good reaction, and the psychiatrist knew it. Angela was letting out heranger and frustration at the news her uncle's case had been thrown out of court.
A signed confession had been tossed out because of a legal technicality, andlike in far too many rape and incest cases, the perpetrator would see no jailtime.
Janice herself had pushed for a trial against her father, who had molested heras a child. But like many of her patients, her own memories didn't surface untilyears later - and by then, no evidence could be obtained against him. So insteadof getting justice, she devoted her professional career to helping women likeherself.
As Angela continued to cry against her shoulder, Janice gazed around the room tocheck the other women's reactions. Each showed something different, but all wereclearly outraged.
"The bastard doesn't deserve to live," Angela continued, still sobbing. "He's nobetter than a bug, a worthless little insect. I wish I could just crush himunder my foot and get rid of him - that's what he deserves, not to just be outwalking around, free as a bird!""We know, we know," Janice said, patting Angela softly on her back. Any man thatwould do this to his own young niece truly is an insect, she thought.
Still gazing around the room, Janice saw a strange look in Janet's face. Sheknew Janet had never had the chance to seek justice against her own stepfather,since he had died before her memories ever surfaced. But looking at her face,Janice saw something she would never have expected at that moment - a slightsmile.
* * *Paul was watching the news on television when he heard a distant door slam shut.
Hopping off the couch and flicking off the TV, he went to his front door, openedit, and waited.
Soon the floor began shaking underneath him, and a few seconds later he sawMichelle enter their room. Paul caught just a glimpse of her beautiful face highoverhead before she simply fell backward onto her bed. She was obviouslyexhausted from another hard day of work at her summer job in the departmentstore.
After Paul's first night of passionate sex with Michelle when she returned, shehad suggested the possibility of being shrunk down to his size, at least for thesummer, so they could be together. As enticing as that had sounded, Paul knewshe needed money for school, and she couldn't very well work if she was justthree inches tall.
Plus, although Paul and the two women that were shrunk to operate on him hadshown no ill effects from their experience, Janet still didn't entirely trustthe machine. She had run some experiments and discovered that the energy storedafter the shrinking process would only last a couple of weeks at most withoutdegrading. If Michelle wanted to spend the summer at Paul's size, she'd have tobe restored to full height and then shrunk again on a regular basis. And Paul,having been through the process himself, assured Michelle it was far too painfula procedure to be repeated often.
Besides, not only was Paul getting used to being around giant women, now that hewas with one he knew really loved him, he was beginning to enjoy it. Leaving hisown dollhouse behind, Paul walked over to Michelle's feet, which were planted onthe floor by the foot of her bed. She was wearing the red open-toed heels heliked, and he reached out a hand to caress the tips of her toes.
The sole of her shoe in front was only about an inch high, coming up just abovehis knees. Her heel went up slightly over his head. Paul stepped up onto the lipof her sole, bending over to kiss and hug each of the toes of her left foot. Herscent was heavy in the air, but to Paul it was intoxicating.
He heard a satisfied moan from above and looked up. Michelle's curvy bare legsstretched high overhead to her knees, which were bent at the top of the bed, andPaul longed to climb that inviting cliff.
But he didn't have to. He heard the bed squeak as Michelle shifted her weight,and then her face appeared just above her knees. "HI THERE, LITTLE LOVER," shesaid. "YOU SURE DO KNOW HOW TO WELCOME A GIRL HOME!"Paul smiled as she reached down and picked him up in her left hand. She lay backin her previous position with her head just below the pillow, her legs danglingover the edge of the bed. She lay Paul on her soft blonde hair, near her ear.
"Hi sweetheart, looks like you had a rough day!" Paul spoke softly into her ear.
"WELL, MY LITTLE SLAVE," she said playfully, "I GUESS IT'S UP TO YOU TO MAKE ITBETTER!""FIRST THINGS FIRST," she continued. "CARE TO JOIN ME FOR A SHOWER?""Well, judging by the smell of your feet, you sure do need one!" Paul joked.
Michelle turned her head quickly and blew him off her hair. She got off the bedand started heading out the door.
"WELL IF THAT'S THE WAY YOU FEEL ABOUT IT, I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO FIND SOME OTHERTHREE-INCH TALL GUY TO SHOWER WITH!" Michelle said, chuckling.
"No! Wait! I changed my mind!" Paul yelled, waving his arms on the bed.
"WELL OKAY," Michelle said, returning to pick him up in her hand. She raised himin front of her face, and Paul could see a glimmer of mischief in her beautiful,big eyes. "BUT FOR THAT LAST REMARK, YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN CHARGE OF SCRUBBINGMY FEET, MISTER.""Yes, ma'am," Paul said, raising his hand to his forehead in a mock salute.
Michelle carried him into the bathroom and placed him on the sink as she turnedon the water, letting it warm up. Then she turned to face him and slowlystripped her work clothes off, making a show of it for Paul. When she was donehe did the same, and heard her thunderous laughter at his attempts to do a bumpand grind.
Michelle tested the water again, finding it to her liking, and placed aspecially-made screen over the drain that let the water go through, but stoppedother objects - such as tiny men.
Then she turned and lifted Paul off the sink, placing him on the floor of thetub. She dropped a tiny bar of soap next to him and stepped into the tub, thewater from the shower washing over her body.
Paul looked up at her immense, beautiful body: her tanned legs, puffy blondebush, curvy hips and ass, her soft breasts high overhead, her long, wet blondehair sticking to the sides of her beautiful, oh so beautiful face. In the pastcouple of weeks he had explored every inch of that body thoroughly, but he nevertired of it.
"HEY, I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO WASH MY FEET, LITTLE GUY," Michelle calleddown to him, stepping forward so her feet landed on either side of him. Beforehe had been shrunk, Paul had never understood why some guys found women's feetso fascinating, but Michelle's pretty toes and gently curved arch had taught hima few lessons.
He started with her right foot, lathering up the instep as best he could beforemoving on to the toes. As he scrubbed between each one, the water cascading offMichelle's body pummeled him from above. He ignored it, focusing on the task athand, but couldn't help from peeking up when he moved back between her feet,gazing longingly at her immense vulva. Soon enough, he thought, turning to herleft foot.
As he washed her foot, she leaned forward to scrub her legs. Looking down at himshe winked, then began washing her other leg. Inspired, Paul lay on his back andbegan passing the tiny bar of soap over the bottom of her arch. "THAT TICKLES!"she exclaimed, giggling.
Soon she stepped forward again, letting the water flow over her head and downher body. Paul was momentarily overwhelmed by the sudden rush of water, butMichelle swooped him up in her hands, clutching him against her breast as sherinsed off.
All too soon it was over, and she placed Paul on the sink again as she toweledoff. She pressed the towel gently against his body, then wrapped it casuallyaround her shoulders as she picked him up and returned to the bedroom. Placinghim gently on the bed, Michelle dropped the towel and smiled down at him.
"NOW THE REAL FUN BEGINS," she said.
* * *Susan examined the door to the vault closely before walking inside. She lookedbriefly at the gold bar before walking past it to stare at the steel boxes ineach corner of the room.
Janet leaned against the control panel, tapping her foot anxiously as her friendexplored the shrinking device. Susan was five years older than Janet, and wasjust completing work for her master's degree in theoretical physics. They hadmet by chance the previous fall at the school library while Janet was lookingfor books to learn more about how her stepfather's invention worked. Now she washoping Susan could help her with a special project.
Despite the thin-rimmed glasses she pushed closer to her eyes, Susan didn't looklike the typical theoretical physicist. She was casually dressed in runningshoes, white socks and a pair of jean shorts that showed off her smooth, slenderlegs. A T-shirt tied in a knot below her breasts put her trim tummy on display,and her raven-black hair tied in a bun accented her exquisite facial features.
Still tapping her foot, Janet glanced at her watch and noticed it was close to11 p.m. Susan had been studying the machine for nearly four hours now.
"Well, how about it?" Janet asked.
Susan strode out of the vault, pushing the door closed behind her. "The goodnews is I think I can do it," she said. "The bad news is it might take a while.
It's going to be kind of tricky making a hand-held device that can do what allthis equipment does."Susan shuffled through Janet's stepfather's notes, pulling out a diagram Janethad seen before but didn't truly understand.
"Those steel boxes in the corners of the vault do most of the work," Susanexplained. "Basically they emit particle waves that form a kind ofelectromagnetic field around any solid object in the vault. Then, as you alreadyfigured out, everything inside that field is converted into energy andreassembled at any size you wish.
"The neat thing is that the magnetic field allows, say, the air molecules in aperson's lungs to be reduced, but not the surrounding air in the room. Theeffect is limited just to solid objects, and liquids too I think, and whateveris contained within them. That will be key to developing a portable device.""So you can do it then, right?" Janet interrupted.
"I think so, but I'll have to take these notes back to the lab with me. Like Isaid, it may take a while. It may help if I can examine your brother Paul,"Susan suggested.
"I don't think he'd mind that," Janet said, imagining him gazing up at Susan'sprominent breasts, "but not tonight. Maybe you can come back over the weekend -I think he's probably got his hands full right about now."* * *Michelle kneeled down on the floor in front of her bed and bent her face down,playfully knocking Paul off his feet with her nose and then smothering his bodywith her lips. For just a second, her tongue moved out to taste him, then shelifted her head away.
Slowly and carefully, she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, lookingdown at Paul as the length of her body passed over him. Paul just lay there andwatched, smiling. He knew what his next duty would be, he had performed it manytimes over the past couple of weeks.
Once Michelle reached the headboard, she quickly but carefully flipped herselfover, careful to make sure her leg didn't hit Paul. Then her head sunk into herpillow, leaving Paul near the other end of the bed, between her legs.
Soon, she felt his tiny hand caressing her left leg as he walked toward hercrotch. She closed her eyes softly as he began to kiss her thigh as he went. Shekept her eyes closed as her hands strayed to her breasts and began massagingthem. Meanwhile, she felt a tug on her pubic hairs as Paul scaled the cliff ofher mons. He kissed her expansive flesh when he got to the top, and Michellefought the urge to just pick him up and stuff him inside herself. Instead, shedropped her arms by her sides and waited.
All her life Michelle had struggled with her own shyness, and had never feltentirely comfortable with boys or men. Truth was, they always made her nervous,even when they were nothing but kind to her. Her romantic relationships hadnever lasted very long, and the few times she had agreed to have sex, she didn'tenjoy it.
With Paul, all her fears were gone. She knew he was in her complete power, andthere was no way he could ever harm her. But she also knew she could never harmPaul, or ever do anything intentionally that would make him unhappy. She hadfallen in love with him, and even better, knew that he loved her - and not justbecause he relied on her to take care of him.
Paul crawled on his hands and knees as he moved over her soft stomach, finallypulling himself to his feet when he reached the valley between her breasts. Thatwas her cue, and she carefully lifted him off her chest and placed him on top ofher soft breast, next to her nipple. She bent her head down, lifting the breastwith Paul on it toward her mouth, then kissed his body again.
She lay back again as Paul began stroking, kissing and licking her nipple. Wavesof pleasure began cascading through her, and again she had to fight an urge topress his tiny body deeply into her willing flesh. Once her right nipple was ashard as it could get, Michelle felt the little man drop down and climb up herleft breast on his own. Soon both nipples were rock hard as Michelle began tobreathe deep, contented breaths.
Then Paul hopped off her left breast and moved back down toward her crotch. Hetickled her as he walked through the blonde bush near her vulva, and she beganto squirm underneath him. Then she felt the familiar tug on her hair as helowered himself toward her labia.
Michelle began to tense, knowing what was coming, and soon enough she feltPaul's legs begin to enter her. She turned her feet so the soles were flatagainst each other, bending her knees in the process and spreading her legs widefor him. But Paul was in no hurry as he pushed himself inside her up to hischest, then reached up and began stroking her clit.
Warm excitement flowed through her body as Michelle felt her tiny lover work.
Her hands strayed to her breasts again, maintaining the nipple hard-ons Paul hadgiven her. She could feel herself reaching the brink of an orgasm, when suddenlyPaul's motions stopped.
That bastard really knows how to get me going, Michelle thought as she openedher eyes for just a moment before closing them again. She felt herself recedingfrom the brink, then suddenly a tiny tongue flicked across her clit, shootingelectric pleasure all though her. Now panting heavily, she waited patientlybefore Paul licked her again.
Methodically, he kept her right at the brink of an orgasm for the next 10minutes, licking her clit each time her body began to relax just a bit, butnever enough to push her over the edge. She could feel his body inside her, buthe kept it still as he teased her with her own pending orgasm.
Just when Michelle began considering pushing Paul all the way inside andfinishing the job herself, he suddenly began squirming around frantically,licking and rubbing her clit in earnest.
Already at the brink, Michelle let out a scream of pleasure as her orgasm tookhold, causing her to sink her head deeper into the pillow as her body rose offthe bed. She could feel Paul inside her, could feel the walls of her vaginaclose tightly around him, but she knew he'd be all right. In fact, he somehowcontinued massaging her clit as she came, causing her initial orgasm to blossominto a second.
Finally spent, Michelle crashed back onto the bed, and she could feel Paulslowly pull himself out of her. Once he was clear, she rolled away from him ontoher stomach, turning her head to the side as she continued to breathe heavily.
Soon she felt a tiny, wet man climb onto the upturned palm of her hand,continuing to crawl his way up her arm. When he reached her shoulder, he pausedto lean forward and plant a kiss on her cheek, bringing a smile to her face.
He's so cute, she thought happily.
Michelle felt him walking slowly down her back to her buttocks. She reached overnext to her and turned off the table lamp. Paul adored her ass, and knew howmuch she enjoyed having him massage it. As she felt his tiny caresses begin,Michelle knew he wouldn't stop massaging her rear until she was sound asleep.
She shifted her position only slightly, then began to doze off. Feeling Paul'sgentle hands rubbing her ass, she couldn't believe how much he adored her, andshe knew he was the only man she'd ever want.
* * *Janet leaned back in her couch and hit the remote control, turning on channel 30to watch the season premiere of "ER."She had been back in school just three weeks, and already she missed Paul andMichelle. Janet had tried to convince Michelle to transfer to UConn, buteventually she decided to return for her junior year at Seton Hill College inwestern Pennsylvania, taking Paul with her.
Janet had objected at first, concerned about what might happen to Paul if othersfound out about him at the all-girls school. But Michelle had assured her shewould take good care of him and not let anyone else find out, and Janet finallyagreed, knowing she had to let Paul get on with his life, small as he was.
Still she missed him. She had moved out of her sorority because she couldn'tbear to face her former friends, who had abused him so carelessly. Now, asidefrom her roommate Cheryl, it seemed the only true friends she had at the schoolwere the other women in her group therapy sessions.
Janet became so lost in daydreams about the revenge she and the others wouldsoon share together, she didn't even hear her phone the first two times it rang.
Finally startled back to reality, she picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" she questioned.
"Janet, I did it!" she heard Susan's familiar voice say.
"You mean, it's ready?" Janet asked.
"Yes! I just finished testing it. There are a few things I have to tell youabout first, but you should be able to start using it this weekend, if youwant," Susan said.
"Can you come by tomorrow? I'll call my friends from the group and let themknow." Janet suggested.
"Sure thing. I'll see you then," Susan said before hanging up.
A smile spread across Janet's face. It's going to be a long, long weekend forsome tiny men, she thought.
* * *Janet almost caressed the machine she held in her hands. So elegant, yet sodeadly, she thought.
Susan had successfully converted her stepfather's invention into a relativelysmall, hand-held box. It looked almost like a strange children's toy. Theoutside appeared to be just a stainless steel box. At one end were fourfunnel-shaped structures made of hard, clear plastic that pointed away from thebox. On top was a simple red button, shielded by a clear plastic flip-top cover.
It was simple. Janet pointed the cones at an object or person, pressed thebutton, and it would shrink the object to 1/24th of its original height. Inother terms, a 6-foot tall man would shrink to just 3 inches.
Of course, there was more to it than that, and Susan had filled her in on someaspects she needed to be aware of. As she
