The Shrinking CollarAuthor: Halfpint PeteDate: 05-25-01 03:23 The Shrinking Collar: Chapter 1He had been being sized up for more than a year. He did not realize it,but Marie had been pondering his durability. His strong build, powerfulfortitude, and resilience made him the most likely physical candidate inher life. And not only that, but Chris also lived a slightly immorallife. Marie was not one to judge, or so she told herself, but it waswrong to smoke, or drink, or to have sex outside the sanctity ofmarriage. Chris was guilty of all these things. And so Marie had settledon him.
To Chris, Marie was a frail and petite looking woman, pushing herfifties. She was thin, with short blond hair and wore thick glasseswhich magnified her blue eyes. She was a strong and determined woman.
She did not take 'no' for an answer. In fact, one could say she was overaggressive in getting what she wanted.
Marie was not sure where the thing came from. It had shown up at herwork in a small box. The instructions said to place on object to bereduced and then use the remote to control the size. By all rights, itbelonged to her employer, but when she was fired, she took the thingwith her, for no one else knew what it was anyway. Marie consideredherself an honest person and decided that it was best if the thing waskept safe in her possession so that no one would become harmed by it.
It was a thick metal band, hinged on the back side and a locking flap onthe front. In all respects, it resembled a dog collar, with a littlemetal box fitted on the side, like a shock collar used to train dogs.
And the remote for the thing was the size and shape of a calculator. Onewould not know the difference.
As Marie made her way up the steps to his home, she fumbled with theremote in her purse one more time. It was all ready to work. She knockedon the door and Chris answered. Good, she paused while looking up at hisdark features, he's home alone.
His girlfriend was living with him, actually, he was living with her.
Marie was friends with Claudia and felt sorry for her that this goodlooking man was taking advantage of her. Although wanting more, Claudiawas more or less happy with the situation she was in. Marie, however,thought otherwise.
"Marie," Chris said, "what can I do for you?" Marie made her way inaround the bulk of a man.
"Where's Claudia?" she asked.
"She went to town on some errands. Do you want me to tell her youstopped by?""Oh, shoot," Marie acted disappointed. "I was hoping she could help mewith an experiment real quick.""An experiment?" Chris questioned.
"Yea," she said as she batted her blue eyes at him through themagnification of her glasses. "Do you think that you could take a secondand volunteer?""What is it?" he asked, knowing better than to volunteer for anything.
Marie reached into her brown purse and pulled out the collar.
"Now, I know what this looks like, but it's not.""Then what is it?""It's for the experiment." She lifted it up to place around Chris' neck,but he stopped her. She fell back, rejected.
"But what does it do?" he insisted as he took the collar from herfingers.
"It sends out electrical impulses ... some kind of electronic field...""It looks like a shock collar to me ... or worse...""It won't shock you," she assured him.
Reluctantly Chris agreed by shaking his head. He was going to put it onhimself, but in Marie's aggressive ways she helped loop it around hisneck and then she buckled it securely.
Then Marie stepped over to the dinning room table and placed her pursedown. She reached in and pulled out the remote. Chris wondered what shewas going to do with a calculator. Maybe she needed to calculate somenumbers to adjust this thing or something.
"Now," she questioned, "how tall are you?" What a strange question,Chris thought.
"Six four," he answered. Holding the calculator in one hand, she punchedin several numbers with her index finger of the other hand. She hunchedover a little more in order to see the readout screen a little clearer.
Six four equals seventy six inches, she mulled over in her head. Thelittle machine in her hand then gave her another readout. Five pointfour percent should do it. And with that she punched in more numbers.
Her finger hesitated over the last button she was going to push.
She straightened up and looked at Chris, who was waiting withanticipation as to what was to come next. Without a word or sign ofemotion, she placed her finger down on the button and that was the lastthing Chris saw ... till he awoke.
THE SHRINKING COLLAR: CHAPTER 2 Chris forced himself awake. The crawl back to consciousness was apainful journey and a sacrifice of his previous non existent state. Hishead pounded and his mouth was dry. Like a hangover without the fun thenight before. His muscles ached from extreme stress. Then he forced hiseyes open. It was pitch black. Or had he gone blind? What had Marie doneto him? He forced his arm to move and he felt the flat surface he was layingon. Then he reached over his head and found a wall. Chris rose his tallframe up and leaned his back against the wall. His mind raced as hetried to trace back the events leading him to this place. He rememberedMarie with a metal collar of some kind, insistent that he put it on.
Then she used a calculator or something to activate the collar. Heremembered great forces, like hundreds of tons of pressure hitting himfrom all sides. Then blackness saved him from the obvious pain inflictedon his body. And now he was here ... where ever 'here' was.
And that damn metal collar. It was still around his neck. He reached upand his fingers found the buckle. He tore at it till it came undone andas soon as he pulled the collar away from his neck, he felt his bodyexplode in a thousand directions. Once again, he lost consciousness.
Marie came home from work. But this night would not be like any of herother nights. She would get to see if he survived the process. She wouldget to have fun, for a change.
She took her coat off and made sure that her daughters family was alldownstairs in the basement apartment where they all lived. Silently shemade her way to her special closet, where she kept locked away herbusiness supplies.
It had been 22 hours since she was at Chris' home. He should be awakeand wondering where he was by now. Marie deftly unlocked the closet doorand opened it up. Chris, who was rolled up in a ball on the floor tuckedunder the bottom shelf, fell to her feet and slowly spread his long bodyout.
"Oh, gosh," Marie exclaimed as she listened to Chris moan in pain. Thenshe saw the collar was missing from his neck.
"You took off the collar..." she murmured. That was something that shehad not anticipated happening. But she should have. And she knew whatshe needed to do about it.
She knelt down and rummaged under Chris' legs which remained in thecloset. She quickly found the tiny collar and also a flattened out shoebox. Marie chuckled under her breath.
"It's a good thing you were on the floor instead of the top shelf," shesaid to the ailing man.
He was half awake as his shaking limbs tried to respond. Marie helpedhim sit up and then got him to his knees.
Looking around to make sure that no one had witnessed this spectacle,she quickly pushed Chris into her bedroom.
"I've got to shrink you again before anyone finds you." Chris, unsure of what he was hearing, heard the door close behind them.
"Shrink...me...again?" he groaned. Marie walked around the helpless manlying on her floor and dangled the collar in front of him.
"Yes," she said, "you have been shrunk for the last 22 hours... well,at least you were till you took this shrinking collar off. If you wouldhave left well enough alone, you would be feeling better by now and youcould have had a nice something to eat. Now as it stands, I've got toshrink you again and your punishment is to endure the pain of sizechange yet for the the third time in a day." Chris, lying on his stomach, tried to look up at the woman standingbefore him.
"Get used to that view, Chris." "No... How...?" Chris muttered. Marie again chuckled and left the room.
After several minutes, she returned to find Chris propping himself upwith her bed and attempting to stand. Marie bounded to him and began toreplace the reenlarged shrinking collar about his neck. Chris fought heraway with his free hand, and in his still weakened condition, lost hisbalance. He fell to the floor once again. Marie stepped by him andkicked him in the side, doubling him over.
"Damn it, Chris," her voice shaking from panic, "don't make this harderon me than it has to be." She got down on her knees, her legs almost straddling his head. Thenshe placed the collar around his neck, buckled it, and then produced apadlock, which she slipped in place with the locking flap closed andsnapped it shut.
She remained with his head between her legs for several seconds, untilshe broke herself of the spell and reminded herself that she should notbe enjoying such things. Then she gingerly stood up and walked acrossthe floor with renewed confidence.
"I hate to shrink you again so quickly, Chris. I'd like to give youtime to recover from the size change, but my husband comes home at 1a.m., and I don't want him tripping over you," Marie spoke as if wereeveryday conversation. "I really am interested in knowing what you felt.
And how you feel after reenlargement." Marie stepped out of the room and came back with the remote. She shutthe door again and casually pointed it at Chris.
Chris slowly sat up, leaning on his left elbow. His weak fingers feltthe shrinking collar around his neck and the padlock that would not lethim remove it.
"You'll be safer with that on," she motioned toward the lock. "Thatwill prevent any unauthorized size changing." Before Chris could say or ask anything, Marie pressed the button on theremote. "Good night," was the last thing he heard her say for theevening.
Marie thoughtfully stepped over to the tiny figure laying on herbedroom carpet and looked down at it. So small, like a mouse she mused,yet a real life human being. A man. A mouse-man.
She knelt down and carefully lifted the little form into the palm ofher left hand, as she did when she first shrunk him at his house. Sherealized that her own breath was shaking as she watched the tiny man laylimp in her hand, steadily breathing in and out. He had survived for herto have fun.
The Shrinking Collar: Chapter 3The next morning, Marie found her way into the hallway and quietlyunlocked her closet door. On the middle shelf, behind some boxes she hadhidden it behind, she found the jar. It's contents bolted upright inshock from the light and sat as far away from her as it could. Shegrinned in amusement as she wrapped her fingers around the bottle andcasually took it to the bathroom.
In the bottle, Chris was unable to cling to anything. The walls weresmooth and rounded. The giant Fingers pressed up against the glass,suspending him and his prison in the air. He swayed back and forth tillhe came to rest with a thump on a solid surface, about waist high withthe Giant Marie. Then the lid with holes in it began to spin and thegrinding noise reverberated through out the jar. When it stopped, thefloor suddenly tilted and Chris found himself being hurled by gravityout the opening. He came to rest on his butt as a giant Hand set thebottle up right again.
"Good morning, Chris," the giant voice boomed.
Chris stood to his feet, disoriented by his new surroundings. The floorwas green, marble green. And to his left was a huge white bowl, or tub,embedded into the ground. A chromed arch stretched itself over the basinwith huge knobs to either side.
Behind him, were two large glass lenses, encased in a gold frame andstanding on two huge braces. They revealed their identity when a giantHand descended from the sky. He thought the Hand was coming for him, andhe was no longer secure behind the glass walls of the bottle. The Handfell onto the lenses and swiftly lifted them into the sky. In the Handthey looked like ordinary, if not giant, glasses.
"Let me see how you are doing..." the voice trumpeted from above. Aface, unreal in it's enormity, fell from the sky. The face had theglasses on that the Hand just picked up. The big, blue orbs in thelenses peered down on him.
Chris winced away in a mixture of humiliation and terror. This giantspresence seemed to fill him with dread and inferiority. And when hecouldn't have felt any worse, the Hand reappeared.
The Hand fell toward him. Even though it was much larger than he was hestood motionless in defiance and fear. The Hand hesitated at hisapparent fear, then proceeded to wrap its long, barrel-like fingersaround him. They secured him and he felt the heat from the Hand risearound his head. Slowly his feet lost contact with the ground and herose into the air, like an airplane, lifting off. He flew into the air,in the embrace of five giant Fingers, the grasp of an unreal giant,until once again, the face appeared. The eyes, magnified many timeslooking down on him with extreme interest.
"You seem to still be healthy enough," the face said.
"Marie!" he yelled into the face.
"Yes...""Marie! What have you done to me?" he cried out again in partial fear.
"I've shrunk you to four inches tall." it answered coldly. Chris' mindreeled with confusion. "The collar... around your neck..." Marie's giantface spoke, "it is a shrinking device. It conducts an energy fieldaround your body. It encases your body and produces an effect thatenables the remote to control the actual physical size and mass thatyour body is. I was worried that you wouldn't survive the size changeprocess, but you have survived it three times now. And it seems that theeffects of size change are slowly wearing off."Dangling in the air in Marie's giant fist, Chris gurgled out, "Why me?Why are you doing this to me?""You seem to be the most eligible candidate. Please, Chris," sheassured, "Don't take it personal..." Chris reached for the collar aroundhis neck, found the lock, and tugged at it. Undoing the collar wasuseless. The padlock that Marie had attached kept the metal collarfirmly in place.
A chuckle erupted from the giant mouth that hung very near Chris. Thewind from it whispered in his thick brown hair. "Don't try to escape,"it said, "you tried that already. And you paid by the pain of sizechange, three times in one day. As the pain of size change wears off, Iwill have to punish you personally.""You...you mean your going to keep me like this?""How could I let you go?" she said as the dread rose around Chris likewater around a drowning swimmer. Chris was lowered, like an elevator,and deposited on the kitchen counter. He instantly fell to his knees,the cool open air enveloping his body, and looked up at his captor. "Aslong as you obey and be good," the Giant Face exhaled, "I'll take goodcare of you..." The Hand picked up his limp form and placed him gentlyback into the glass jar. He closed his eyes as to not look at the giantFingers enclosing him in his glass prison. Soon he was left motionlessand left in the dark. In the closet, he presumed.
Hunger woke him from his sound sleep. Damnable giant, he thought. I'mhungry. I've got to go to the bathroom, which, he figured, was a goodsign that he survived the shrinking process ... three times. His kidneyswere ready to go and he needed nourishment. What was this giant, Marie,thinking? Was this the Marie that he had known? She always seemed to bea gentle person, aggressive and selfish, true, but not a kidnapper. Andhow can she perform such a feat? To turn a full grown man into aminiature version of himself, a doll, a child's plaything, able to beheld helplessly in the palm of her hand? It was unreal, if not,impossible. Yet Marie had done it.
Surely Claudia would be worried about him, come looking for him. But howwould she know what to look for? He was no longer a tall dark andhandsome man, but a freak, a tiny speck of humanity...in a jar!Hope flared again as he figured it was inevitable that one of Marie'sfamily members would find him. Sure, he figured. It was just a matter oftime till Bob, Marie's husband, or Tracy, her daughter would find himtrapped in this bottle by that crazy Giant Marie. Tracy's husband mighteven find him, or their kids! Chris fell back in depression. Those kids.
Giant children. If they got a hold of him, who knows what would happento him.
It was all too much for the human mind to accept. He reached up andslightly tugged on the collar keeping him at four inches tall, and hismind drifted to the giant woman who controlled his fate.
"I'm sure something will turn up soon," Marie consoled Claudia from thefar end of the table. Claudia had just finished the dishes and went tosit down at the kitchen table with Marie.
"Well," she said with shallow breaths, "I'm not surprised, Marie." Mariesaid nothing, letting Claudia work out her own theory for Chris'disappearance. "I don't know that he was ever happy here with me. I justdon't understand why he didn't leave a note, or take anything with him.
I mean, not even an extra pair of underwear. He was just ... gone."They sat in silence for the longest time. Marie studied Claudia,wondering if she truly was doing what was best for her. Claudia was sucha nice woman, and deserved so much better.
"He may come back, or at least call, eventually," Marie offered.
"Yea."With nothing left to discuss Marie got up, put her coat on and grabbedher purse. "Take care of yourself and let me know if you hear ofanything," she said hugging Claudia and then walking out the door.
"Thanks for coming by, Marie."As the door closed, Marie couldn't help but become more and more angryas she walked across the long front lawn. If only that little bastardknew how much Claudia had loved him and needed him. It was he that madeher take him from her.
Getting home, once again she found no one home, except for her daughterand grandchildren. But they remained downstairs in the basementapartment. Marie quickly unlocked the closet door and extracted the jarcontaining Chris. She unscrewed the lid and dumped the little figure outon the bed.
It was a rough ride. Straight out the mouth of the bottle, droppingseveral feet onto a soft, cushioned surface. Chris found himselfstruggling to get upright, and that he was in the middle of a vast whiteplane, like a cloud with rolling hills stretching off into the distance.
"I suppose your hungry," Marie's uncaring voice echoed down on him.
Chris whirled around to see the gigantic form that was Marie. Shetowered 60 feet into the air over him. Black pants, white shirt and amulti colored scarf made for a very professional appearance. Her longlegs descended down past the side of the bed he stood on and he couldnot see her shoes. The face hovered high in the sky, observing him.
"I ... I have to go bathroom," Chris said.
"What?" Marie asked as she lowered her head. It zoomed down to him at anincredible rate. Vertigo set in and he lost his balance.
"I have to go to the bathroom," he said again, this time muffled fromfright. The face smiled at him.
"There are no bathrooms for little people," she said mockingly. In theback of her mind she had not thought about toilet facilities for a fourinch man. She would have to devise something for him. For the meantime,she figured she could put him in the sink let him do his thing, thenjust rinse it down the drain.
"Take your clothes off," she ordered, then the head zipped away as fastas it had appeared in his sky. Chris slowly rose to a standing positionand just stood there. "Take your clothes off," the voice sternly saidfrom above. Chris was not sure what to do. Why should he take hisclothes off? What was she going to do with him?He yelled into the sky, "Why?""Take your clothes off, or I'll take them off for you," she said as thehuge form made great movement and ended with Marie standing with herhands on her hips.
Chris fell to his butt and began to untie his shoe. Then, he slipped itoff and lost his grip on it through no fault of his own. Suddenly itballooned and grew to an enormous size. He sat next to it in shock. AHand swooped down and effortlessly picked it up.
"Once an item leaves the effects of the field the shrinking collarproduces, it returns to normal size," Marie informed him. "If you wouldhave taken off any clothing while you were in the bottle, you would havebeen crushed."Chris wondered about Marie's thinking abilities due to the danger thatshe was placing him in, but decided it best to keep his mouth shut. Hewas starving and didn't want to make her upset at him. Chris removed hisother shoe, which promptly returned to it's normal size. Then his shirtand pants, his socks and...
"All of it," he was ordered, "even the underwear."Chris balanced himself as he pulled the underwear off and through itclear of himself so that he would not be injured by its sudden growth.
He stood before the giant, naked, his giant sized clothes scatteredaround him on the bed.
"Hmph," she said, "don't be shy. We're all adults here, aren't we? Afterall, it's not like I've never seen a naked man before. And believe me,what have you got to offer now, anyway?"Chris covered himself with his hands, unsure of his own self worth. Wasit his imagination, or was the Giant snickering at him?"I mean," she went on, "what would a woman see in you anyway? You arenothing but a," she struggled for the right wording, "nothing but a toy.
A doll. A pet. What would Claudia want with a man she could hold in thepalm of her hand?" Marie dropped it for now and began to pick up Chris'clothing. She shoved them into a plastic trash bag and tied the top. "Iguess you won't be needing these anymore, huh, little fellow?"Chris did not want to watch his clothes, proof that he did exist inanother life, be packed away, as if he would never see them again. Thenthe Hand once again, yet less gentle this time, embraced him and he wasswiftly hauled into the air. And just as quickly, he was released. Hefound himself surrounded by white walls, extending upward with a slightcurve. He figured he was in a sink.
Marie's face bobbed 40 feet in the sky. "Go to the bathroom." Chriswaited for the face to leave, but it did not. He hesitated. "You hadbetter go, little man," the voice said with an icy edge to it.
"I ... I have to go poop, Marie!" he yelled at the face.
"Then go poop.""But ... but your here!""So?" she grinned, "You had better get used to it." Confused, Chris peedinto the sink drain, and then looked back at the giant staring down athim. The blue eyes seemed to bulge in anticipation as they intruded onhim.
"No! You can't do this to me!" Chris screamed as he spun in a circle.
"You had better poop or I will squeeze it out of you!" Marie spokeharshly and backed up her threat by dangling her long, log like fingersover the edge of the sink.
Tears welled up in the corners of Chris' eyes. He did not know if Mariecould see it or not, but he made sure she couldn't by turning away. Hedid not want to look at her. He did not want to acknowledge that she wasthere. As he squatted and let his aching colon empty on the floor of thesink, he felt his emotions being drained as well.
He was unemotional as the hand dropped in front of him and braced him asthe water from the huge spigot above him began pounding down around himlike a massive natural waterfall. He felt his body being rinsed off andespecially his butt. He took the opportunity to drink water, even thoughit was hot. "I've had seven children," the giants voice said softly,"Don't worry, I've seen it all before." And then Marie hummed some giantsong unknown to Chris. Again he was air bound and finally put down intothe jar. The giant left him alone for several minutes.
Marie opened the refrigerator. What does one feed a four inch person,she asked herself? "Let's see," she mumbled as she pulled open the fruitbin. "A slice of apple maybe?" She carefully cut a small chunk from theapple and placed the knife on the counter. Then she went back into herroom. "Feeding time, Chris." She dropped the small bit of apple into thejar. The tiny figure curled up away from it.
Marie watched in anticipation to see what the little man would do. Shewas truly disappointed to see him pull away from her gift of food. Hewould eat it, she knew, inevitably. She took a bite out of the apple andcrunched it loud enough so that the little man could hear. Then slowlyshe put the hole punched lid back on and screwed it tight. She finishedthe apple, watched her teeny tiny person, and for the first time in along time, realized that she was enjoying herself.
That night, Bob got home from work around 1:30 AM and climbed in bed.
Marie was already in bed, but not sleeping. She curled up as close tothe thick short man as she could. Not for heat, but for a littleintimacy. It had been a long time. And she understood that Bob workedhard, on two different jobs which kept him away all day and night, butshe just wanted a little time. As usual, Bob groaned and rolled over onhis side, facing away from Marie.
She loved Bob with all her heart, but deep down she wanted more out oflife. She needed the attentions of a man, the time of another humanbeing spent on her. Her thoughts kept racing to the one thing in herlife she did control. She didn't like to think in terms of 'owning'someone, another human being, but in all respects, she did own Chris.
Marie had reduced him to a thing, a possession. She justified once againin her mind why she did what she did. And to justify her sexualfeelings, she reminded herself that Chris was now a commodity. But fortonight, she spent it alone with Bob.
In the darkness, he found solitude and security. No giant was there tolook down on him. No Giant was there to pick him up like a toy. Here, inthe dark, in this glass prison, he was a man. A lonely man.
He reached into the darkness and found the half dried piece of applethat the giant had thrown into him, like an animal. His hunger was allconsuming and he wolfed down the fruit. The moisture was gladly acceptedby his body.
Chris sat back against the cold hard glass wall and stretched his nakedlegs out. A cold shiver ran down his spine. His stomach was satisfiedfor now. How long would it be before the Giant would feed him again? Andwater, didn't she think of anything the human body needs? But then, itwas obvious that Marie did not regard him as human. Shrinking him andlocking him away in a glass jar, away from everyone and all that he everknew. And Claudia.
The Shrinking Collar: Chapter 4 The next morning, Marie skipped seeing her tiny man and went straightto work. He will keep, she figured. He isn't going anywhere. Thisthought even further lightened her day.
Upon arriving home that evening, again she avoided the closet where shekept Chris locked away. She was trying to avoid the temptation that thecontrol and power she truly had over him was invoking in her. But shehad to check on him eventually and it wasn't because she didn't want to.
She wanted to so bad it scared her. She needed to keep the life she had,the life she loved. Having tiny Chris in her custody has somewhat upsether daily and nightly activities. Not to mention her thoughts.
To avoid her own cravings, she went downstairs and visited with herdaughter and grandchildren. A boy, 8 years old, and a girl 5 years old.
After that, Marie found ways to amuse herself and keep her mind off oflittle Chris. She made business calls and refiled some old papers shehad been meaning to for months.
But, the time had come. She must feed him, it was the humane thing todo, so she finally unlocked the closet door and pulled the jar out. Thetiny occupant blinked rapidly at the sudden exposure to light. She tookhim into her bedroom and shut the door.
His eyes adjusted slowly to the burst of light. Like on an airplane, hefelt the ups and downs of movement and then stopped with a jolt. Thesound of the lid grinding, metal against glass vibrated and fresh airsuddenly drifted in around him.
Then the voice of the Giant bombarded his senses.
"Hi, Chris. How are you doing today?" Anger welled up inside him. How long had he been in this jar since thelast time she saw him? Kept from the outside world, locked away indarkness? He dared not speak in anger at the Giant.
"Uh, oh," the Giant mocked, "looks like you had an accident in yourjar." She was referring to the pile of crap that he had earlierdeposited on the bottom of the glass jar. How long did she think hecould hold it? He had been terrified to defecate in the jar, thinking that it wouldexpand to giant proportions once away from the shrinking effect, butapparently it was a small amount of matter that he ingested so it was asmall amount that came out. He had hoped it might kill him and rid himof this nightmare, but on the other hand it was a relief that he wasstill alive. The pain of holding in his bowl movement could only becompared with the fear he felt while letting go. This Giant Marie didn'tseem to understand the severity of torture she was bestowing upon him.
"Nasty little thing," complained the voice in a delightful yetdisgusted manner, "maybe I should put you in diapers." Chris felt the jar rise and then tip and he was again being rolled out.
He landed in the bottom of the sink with his defecation and the waterwas instantly in motion, like a waterfall pouring off a mountain top.
His crap was flushed down the drain and then the Hand waved the bottlein front of the stream of water. The jar quickly filled and then theHand twisted and the jar emptied itself of water. The water rose aroundChris' feet. The water could not go down the drain as fast as it wasbeing poured.
"Wash yourself up, little man," came the order.
The giant must have left while he was standing under the warm downpour.
He looked up only briefly to see if the giant Marie was still there. Shewasn't and for the first time since this bizarre twist of fate happenedto him, he could close his eyes and remember nice hot showers, standingin the tub at home and warming his cold body. He had always been amazedhow cold he must of been after getting that hot water across his body.
"I've been thinking," the voice echoed from above, breaking his lostand comforting thoughts. "It really must be terrible to be only fourinches tall," Marie continued, "and locked away in a jar for long hoursat a time." Chris took a quick peek up at the face hovering over him. He pretendednot to hear or see her as he gulped down the warm water to quench histhirst.
"I don't blame you if your mad at me. I do have a deal for youthough,Chris." He just stood under the gushing water of the faucet until it was turnedoff. He instantly chilled.
"Chris, please look at me. Please," the voice of the Giant Marieactually was pleading with him. Not the usual tyrannical orders.
Reluctantly he looked into the sky, at the big blue eyes.
"I want to make a deal with you. If you do exactly as I tell youtonight, I will give you the key to the shrinking collar. I don't thinkI can keep you forever locked away in a jar at four inches tall." She actually sounded like she was making sense. Finally.
"W ... What do you want me to do?" he stuttered.
"Come with me," she replied as the Hand lowered itself into the sinkand the fingers carefully curled themselves around him.
Again he found himself on a magic carpet ride floating through the sky,secured in the Hand. The movement around him was fast and furious fromhis point of view. The material Marie had draped around her body wasgone in a blink of the eye and replaced by flesh. Human flesh.
He was twisted about in the Hand as the giant lay herself down on thebed. Then the Hand released the grip and he found himself standing onher bare chest. Her breasts were two small mounds of skin to either sideof him. They never were that big to begin with, he smirked, but now theywere the biggest boobs he had ever witnessed.
An arm waved in front of him and the Hand removed Marie's glasses.
Then, like a mechanical crane, the arm and Hand put them on a nightstandnext to her bed. Marie looked up at him and smiled insecurely.
"I would like you to start with my nipples, please." Was that an order? It didn't sound like one to Chris. She had promisedto give him the key to this cursed collar that was chaffing the skinunder his neck. If he could just do as she asked, this nightmare wouldsoon be over. He carefully lay himself across her left breast and beganto massage the nipple. It grew instantly hard from his touch.
"More..." she said.
Chris kissed the brown flesh and began to chew on it. He tried tostimulate the entire breast with his arms. This seemed to work for shebegan to move with pleasure under his weight.
After a short time, the giant woman asked him to move to the otherbreast. Chris obliged and stimulated it in the same fashion. Still thehuge being squirmed with delight.
"Come to my neck," the mouth spoke.
Chris walked across the padded surface that was Marie.
"Please, kiss my neck." He got to his knees and kissed and licked the giant woman's flesh. Thisdid not seem to do much for her. With impatience, he was lifted by Thumband Forefinger and dangled over Marie's face. The blue eyes blinked andsearched him over. The nose of the face was almost as big as he was andthe mouth was like a hole that he might fall into and never be seenagain.
The mouth opened. Huge white teeth appeared and a pink, snake-liketongue, long, wet, and threatening squirmed out and poked it's squishysurface across his body. His penis and pubic hair became wet withsaliva. The smell of human breath threatened to choke him. He gasped forfresh air, but the humid stench engulfed him as the tongue gainedmomentum and covered his entire body. He wanted to yell at the giant tostop, but he wanted more to get the key and get out of there.
Finally the torture stopped and he was whisked through the air, downher body further and further till he landed in a pile of hair. Longcurling fibers grabbing at his legs and arms. It didn't take him long tofigure out that he was on her pubic area. She had to be kidding, hethought to himself.
After a moment of hesitation, Marie's voice carried over her body,"well?" Chris slowly lowered his saliva covered body down, holding on to thepubic hair so that he would not slide all the way down between her legs.
Then he found the start of her womanhood. It was wet, and he again wastaken aback by the smell. He bravely reached his arm down and the fleshquivered at his touch. Then, thinking only of the key, he slipped hisarm between the folds of wet, pink flesh.
The giant lurched slightly with anticipation. After all the years thatChris had known Marie, he never suspected that she would cheat on herhusband. Never in his wildest dreams would he have considered Marie tobe even the slightest interested with sex.
He rubbed his arm up and down, then quicker and slower, till he foundthe speed the giant liked. Within moments the gigantic body lurchedupward and through him over. He hung onto the pubic hair. The Handcrawled over the side of the body and a Finger inserted itself where hisarm had just been. Chris clung tightly to the hair he had a grip on ashe was bucked up and down in the Giants orgasmic thrusts.
Then it was over, and the Hand removed the Finger and lay limp upon thebelly of the heavily breathing Giant. Chris slowly pulled himself backover the top, using the pubic hair for support. Finally he was back onthe body. He wanted to jump off of it, but there was always the chancethe giant woman would roll over and squish him. Walking carefully overthe belly, between the long Fingers, he made his way between her breastsand stood looking at her face.
"W ... What about our deal?!" he stammered.
After a moments silence, she spoke, "I'm going to miss you." How could she miss him, he thought. He hadn't been around that long.
"Please, Marie," he said tugging on the metal collar, "the key!" "Yes, a deal is a deal," the giant moaned as the Hand returned frombehind and engulfed his body. It was an unusually tight grip and Chris'arms were pinned to his sides.
Marie sat up and carried him slowly over to where she had left thebottle. With the other Hand, the bottle was lifted at an angle andplaced under Chris. Marie released her grip on his body and he slid outof her palm and down the glass wall of the jar. When he hit the bottom,the jar was tilted upright and placed on the counter.
"Hey! Hey!!!" Chris shouted at the top of his lungs. "Let me go! Thatwas the deal!!! Make me big and give me the key!!!" The giant form of Marie walked away.
"Hey!!!" he hollered again. "Damn it, Marie!!! Give me the key!!! Letme out of here!!!" Marie soon returned with her house robe on. Her Hands were in thepockets. Patiently she stood in front of the bottle and Chris.
"We had a deal! Are you going to let me go or what? Come on, Marie..."his voice was going horse from the out crying.
Chris followed the Hand as it pulled itself out of the pocket and roseto the face, putting the thick lens glasses in place.
The face slowly lowered itself to look down at him through the mouth ofthe jar rather than through the glass.
"Marie!!! Enlarge me! Give me the key!" Chris coughed from his strainedthroat.
"The deal," Marie smirked, "was that I would give you the key to theshrinking collar." The Hand hovered over the jar with the key between Thumb andForefinger.
"And here it is." With that the key fell and pounded itself against the glass floor ofthe jar. Chris had to jump back so as not to get hit by the bouncingmetal object. The noise left his ears ringing.
The lid ground itself into place and muffled the sounds of the outsideworld once again. He thought he could hear Marie laughing as she walkedoff, but wasn't sure.
Marie stepped into the bathroom at the other end of her house. As shepassed the mirror she stopped and noticed the fresh glow in her skin. Ithad been a long time since she had reached orgasm. She and Bob didn'tbelieve in oral sex, and Mr. Fumble Finger caused her pain rather thanpleasure when he tried to stimulate her clitoris. Chris, on the otherhand, small and delicate, brought her to the edge of climax, and sheknew that she had thrown him off, and she just couldn't let the feelingflee, so she finished it herself.
Did this make her a bad person? It was a complex matter, and certainlynot one that one could discuss with their spouse, or church leader.
She glared at her own reflection, searching her own eyes foracceptance. She loved Bob, and it wasn't like she cheated on him. Notreally. Not with a real person, anyway. Chris wasn't really a personanymore. Right? He was more like a small animal a person might keeparound the house for amusement. Like a pet. And that's all he was to hernow. A pet. And he was there for her amusement.
Marie felt much better after a little self talk. She knew that she justhad to keep it all in perspective.
For the longest time, Chris sat looking at the three foot long brasscoated key. He was tired from his ordeal of pleasing a giant woman andhis stomach groaned for nourishment. His anger flared and his strainedvocal cords were spent on his final scream of rage. No one could hearhim, at least no one who cared.
After an eternity of filling himself with hatred for the giant bitchshe returned and unscrewed the lid of the jar.
"Feeding time," she hummed.
A lump of white banana fell on top of the key.
"Feeding time," he silently mimicked the Giants words. She made it seemlike he was an animal in a zoo, locked in a cage for human amusement.
The bottle rumbled while the lid was screwed on by giant Fingers. Thenhe was lifted into the air and carried back to the closet, where he wasleft in the dark, once again.
Chris rested his head against the cold glass wall of the jar. His footstretched out and touched the cold metal key. His escape was so close.
The key to this shrinking collar was laying at his feet, yet completelyuseless at his size. Despair filled his gut and relieved him of anyhunger he had felt before. What was it Marie was going to do with him?Why was she doing this? These questions and more echoed through his mindas he fell into a deep and welcomed sleep.
The Shrinking Collar: Chapter 5 The next four days came and went without incident. Once a day the giantMarie would open the closet door and blind him with light. The lid wouldgrind off and a piece of food would be dispensed and she would lower asyringe, without the needle, into the jar and give him water. He was tosuck the tip while she held it as steady as she could with her Fingers.
She generally said nothing to him except, "Hi, little fella," or "Hi,teensy. Are you hungry, boy?" The Giant Marie knew that he was defecating and urinating in the bottomof the jar. He was being forced to live in his own excrement. Like a dogin a cage.
After four days of this, he was becoming used to the scent of sewer inthe air. It was as if he were being punished. Being punished by Mariefor her own actions of depravity. She was the one who asked him tostimulate her, not the other way around. She was the one making him doit, and then breaking her deal in some sadistic way. Yet, her actionsindicated that she was making him pay for his crimes against her.
Sleep had become his greatest ally. Since he was in the dark except fora minute or two out of the day, keeping his eyes open was pointless.
Sleep had offered him a haven against his captivity. But he would wakeup in the dark, unsure of what time it was and his foot having slippedinto his pile of excrement.
Waking from the noise of the bottle lid being twisted off, Chris stoodup to catch the food before it landed in his stool on the bottom of thejar. After the lid was lifted off, the food he was awaiting did notdrop. Instead the Hand wrapped it's long Fingers around the glass and hewas lifted into the air. Marie's Face appeared overhead.
"It's beginning to stink in this closet. And this jar smells like aseptic tank," she said.
Chris tried to respond. To reprimand her for making him live in his ownwaste. But the jar lost altitude and the Face left his view. The giantwould not be able to hear him now, anyway.
He was soon dumped out into the sink basin. His urine and shit slowlyrolled their way out right behind him and splattered on the whiteporcelain. Then the key, after being stuck to the glass, clanged on thecurved floor of the sink.
"Nasty little animal, aren't you," the Giant Marie asked. "If I'd knownyou were going to be so much trouble, I'd have given you to mysister-in-law. She loves taking care of pets." Chris again was going to respond but his tiny voice was drowned out bythe gushing water from the spigot above him. The water swirled aroundhis feet and the crap swiftly fell down the drain. Marie spoke fromabove, "I'll have to wash the bottle out with soap. And I guess I shouldbath you while we're at all this." Her great Hands flew through the air above him, like birds. Then theycame into the sink and surrounded him.
"Come on now, lets get you clean," she said as her Hands soaped him upand down. Then a huge Finger soaped up his hair and swirled it around.
He tried ducking, but the left Hand stopped him and held him in placewith an open palm. He didn't fight. There was no use. Then the soapyFinger probed it's way into his butt cheeks.
"Hey," he yelled. But the huge Finger purposely forced it's way in andaround his cheeks, with more and more force, threatening to penetratehis sphincter muscle, even though it was far to large. Chris holleredmore and tried to climb over the Hand holding him in place, but theFinger persisted. He tried pushing the Finger away, but it would not lethim turn all the way around. His flailing about just encouraged theGiant Marie, as her Finger rubbed and pushed. Chris closed his eyes ashis will to fight vanished. "Please..." he moaned, "Please..." After some time, the Finger removed itself and left him alone. Then theHand that held him in place rose into the air.
"Ok, teensy," the giants voice finally boomed, "rinse yourself off.
We're not going to waste water here." Reluctantly, Chris opened his eyes and stood under the water. Normally,he would have felt great relief at having been cleaned and refreshed.
But now he felt dirtier than ever. His ass would have been even moresore had it not been for the lubrication of the soap.
The water stopped and he was abruptly grabbed with two enormousfingers. He was airborne for only a short time, as he was placed on avery course weaved surface. Looking up, all he saw was the giant Marie'sfeet and legs, rising into the air like skyscrapers. Then the car sizedfeet moved. In turn, each of them slowly stepped away from him.
He was on the floor. The course material making it hard for him tostand was carpeting. What was Marie going to do to him now? Step on himand kill him? No, she wouldn't have gone through the trouble of cleaninghim up for that. And she certainly wouldn't do it on her expensivecarpet.
As in answer to his silent questions, he felt the size change happeningagain. He felt his body expand and twist out of proportion. And then,thankfully, he felt nothing at all.
He struggled through the sickening pressure back to consciousness, intoan increasing stream of panic. He fought for freedom, but tight bondsaround his wrists and ankles sent shooting pain through his body. Howlong had he been in this position? There was little he could do but liestill so the ligatures holding him in a spread eagle position would notcut into his flesh. Wet with sweat, and naked, he quickly chilled, andinvoluntarily shivered, tugging on his bonds again. The gag was tightlydrawn and absorbed all the saliva he had. It was a constant irritationcausing him to fight back the gag reflex.
Chris was lying on Marie's bed. The bonds were extremely tight andthere was no chance of escape. From what he could tell, he was fullsized, back to his six foot plus size. He wasn't sure if the shrinkingcollar was still around his neck or not, like removing an item that hasbeen worn for a long time, and then is removed but can still be felt.
It was easier to count the parts of his body that didn't hurt, ache,sting, or itch than to list his damages. His penis was showing hispowers of recovery by standing up proudly.
Marie stepped into her bedroom humming. She dropped her robe onto thefloor, and ignoring Chris' struggling, powdered and creamed her bodyelaborately. She then stepped over to the bed. Extreme panic fell on himlike a hangman's hood. He instructed himself to remain calm.
"Looks like your feeling better," she snickered at him, eying hisenlarged organ peeking at her with it's one blind eye.
Chris became increasingly still as Marie gazed upon him. He wasbecoming even more uncomfortable.
It seemed, to Marie, that Chris had reminded her of what men were goodfor after she had given up on them. He had brought a dead part of herback to life again. Unlike other men, like her Bob, he would not becomeboring to her. He was hers to do with as she pleased. She could have herfun, as much as she wanted and for as long as she wanted. The controlbrought a certain sense of perversity to it and she would have her funfrom now on.
"I want you to remain silent when I take your gag off," she instructed.
But the moment the gag was removed, and Chris had a chance to collectsome moisture in his mouth, he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Help!" His breath was beaten from his body with a blow to his gut. He wassurprised that a frail looking woman like Marie could muster such awallop. He gasped for air as she slid her naked body onto his heavingchest.
"Perform for me," Marie said to him, yet speaking to nobody inparticular. She slid her body up to his face and straddled his head withher legs. "Lick me!" she sternly said.
Chris vigorously worked his tongue up and down and around her hairycrotch. The female taste filled his mouth as her juices slowly flowedout. It went on for a long time. She wiggled and wormed on his face,nearly suffocating him at times.
Then it was over. Marie slid her slippery vagina down his body andquivered with excitement.
Through the fog of captivity and deprivation, Chris forgot his angerand hatred. His need for sexual relief blurred his senses. His hipsthrust themselves at the woman's sexuality, tightening the bonds holdinghis limbs in place and causing himself even more pain. But his sexualinstincts prevailed. He wanted her, he needed her. He had to have her.
Then a slight breeze swept across him as she lifted herself from him,and the moist areas on his chest and stomach chilled.
Questions ran through his mind as he recoiled from the denial of sexualfulfillment. Even at the hands of this evil woman, and the terrible lifeshe has created for him, he wanted nothing but the simple release ofsexual pressure and tension. Marie rose from the bed and calmly put onthe robe she had earlier discarded. Then she slowly sat once again nextto Chris on the bed as she lifted her heavy glasses to her face.
"I'm a married woman, Chris. I mean really..." she smirked. "Youseriously don't believe that I would have intercourse with a little manlike you?" "Let me go, Marie," Chris ordered.
"In fact," she continued, ignoring him, "your not really a man anymore,are you? You're an animal. A thing. A possession. You live in a jar." Chris watched her slightly drift in thought, as if to convince herselfmore than him to quench whatever guilt she might feel from her latestactions. Yet he felt the clutches of the truth she spoke as well.
"I mean... I own you. I literally own you," she murmured to him.
Silence filled the void between them. She pulled the glasses from herface and vigorously rubbed her eyes. Then she replaced her glasses andstood up. She walked to the dresser and pulled a few items out thatChris could not see clearly from his lying position.
Marie again sat down next to him and dangled the shrinking collarbefore his face. Chris screamed and pulled against his bonds.
"Shut up!" she sneered. She was afraid her daughter might hear down inthe basement apartment.
Chris did shut his mouth, fearing her wrath.
Marie deftly slipped the metal band of the collar under his neck andsnapped it into place. Then the lock just as quickly was clamped shut.
She frowned down at him. "Bad boy. You deserve punishing forscreaming." Chris closed his eyes in despair and wished for death tocome and claim him. "But..." she paused, "I can't keep you a prisonerforever, can I?" And suddenly she began to untie his left wrist from theropes that held him so firmly in place.
The blood which had been deprived from his hand gushed through hisveins and the sense of touch inched back into his flesh.
Marie backed away from him, with concern on her face. "Look, Chris,"she stammered, "I know how you must feel." Chris wondered what she was doing, watching her cautiously. She wasmoving to the other side of her bedroom, preparing to run or hide. Hethen lunged his left hand over and began clawing at the binding rope.
The knot was complicated, yet gave to his prying fingers.
"I'm sorry for what I've done to you..." she continued.
Chris sat up, both arms free and fought with the knots entrapping hisleft ankle.
"I... I have a family, Chris. They need me. You can understand that." The rope fell from his ankle while he turned his attention to his rightankle.
"Please, don't call the police. My husband, he would never understand." The knot, like a jigsaw puzzle, revealed itself with swift persistence.
Chris was free. He was himself again.
Marie backed up more with dread. "You must understand..." Then, as Chris swung his legs to the floor and stood to his feet, Mariepulled from her robe pocket the remote to the shrinking collar.
"You must understand, Chris... I own you." He then felt the electrical charges flare from the collar and theoutside world expand around him.
Chris was not entirely unaware of the giant fingers lifting him fromthe carpet. The size change, however painful, had not rendered himunconscious this time. He felt himself carefully being laid on a glasssurface, then he slid as the glass turned and he hit the bottom of whathe had become so familiar with. The bottom of the glass jar. The dirtygrind of the lid and the jolt of being placed on a shelf in the darkcloset indicated that it was safe to open his eyes.
Again he was alone, accompanied only by the scent of the giant Mariewafting up from her vaginal juices smeared across his torso. And hertaste still in his mouth.
The Shrinking Collar: Chapter 6He was awake before the blinding light of the outside world floodedthrough the bottle. Chris and the jar were raised into the air, likeriding a swift elevator. Then he found the light defused, being filteredthrough a white cloth-like material on one side. And on the other side,human flesh pressed itself upon the glass. The ride became rough, hisglass prison riding the movement of the body it was pressed against.
Marie hid the jar and glanced around nervously so that no one would seeher. With a quick pace, she raced to her bathroom and locked the door.
She removed the bottle from the inside of her robe and placed it on thebathroom counter. The tiny occupant stirred slightly as she unscrewedthe lid.
"It's time for you to go to church," the giant Marie's voice echoed inthe jar.
He was then tossed to the side and he slide out the lip of the jar. Helanded on the counter surface with a thud. He rolled over trying tocatch his breath.
Church... Sunday... his mind reeled. Was it Sunday? He had lost track oftime.
"I'm taking you to church with me, teensy," Marie said matter of factly.
Chris did not care to go to church, nor did he understand why she wastaking him. He stood in silence.
"Now, don't be so excited." she mocked. "You won't have much reason tobe excited when church is finally over."Marie produced a black tube which to Chris looked like thin, yet strongplastic, and if reduced in scale could have been a garden hose. Whereshe got it or what it was for, he did not know.
"Put this in your mouth," the voice commanded as a gigantic Thumb andIndex finger held the tube up to his face.
Chris complied and fit the tube into his mouth.
"Breath through the tube," the voice boomed with command.
Chris inhaled and exhaled quite easily through the long plastic tube.
"Good boy."He was seized around his midsection by two fingers and whisked throughthe air. He found himself standing on the toilet seat, with Marie's hugeform sitting on it as well. Then the curved, fleshy walls that were herlegs began to spread and her great virginal orifice opened before him.
"Come on..." the voice from above coaxed with amusement.
Then a giant Finger prodded his naked form forward. It pushed him to theopening of her pussy.
"Put the tube back in you mouth," she demanded.
Chris reluctantly inserted the black plastic into his mouth and triedbreathing through it again. But this is not the only thing the GiantMarie wanted.
"Climb inside me," he was ordered.
He looked skyward, toward the face of Marie. The lens's of her glassesmagnified her eyes and the intensity of her glare disturbed him.
Again he was prodded with a titanic Finger from behind and he was forcedup against the quivering, moist pink flesh.
"INSIDE," the voice demanded as a Finger pushed him into the moisture.
The pink flesh accepted him, as if trying to eat him. His head becameburied and then his shoulders where surrounded. The Finger pushed andpoked his figure mercilessly into the hot, stinky prison.
Marie worked the tiny form till it was completely engulfed. She workedher index finger till the feet disappeared from her view. That was it,he was completely inside of her vagina. The small black tube stickingout a few inches from herself. She could easily block the passage ofair, or just pull his air supply out of her, knowing that there must notbe much, if any, air inside her. She felt a rush of vaginal juices flowas the thought of this power overcame her. Was this a sexual feeling,she asked herself? Was this wrong? After all, it wasn't like she waslusting after a man. A full-sized man at any rate. She wasn't lustingafter anyone. It was the excitement of the control and power she hadover this tiny creature. She consoled herself that it was not sexuallusting in the least.
Satisfied with this, Marie stood up and slipped her panties on,completely blocking the exit for the poor little bastard. Then she puther bra on and slipped into her dress for the day.
Chris saved his panic. He wanted to climb out, but knew it wasn't goingto happen. He tried to concentrate on breathing steadily threw the tube.
The heat that generated around him caused him to sweat furiously. Hecompletely lost track of time as mere moments seemed to turn intoagonizing hours of torture.
Like a prisoner being punished in a hot tin shed in the middle of thedesert in some sadistic prison camp, Chris reasoned with himself to findout what he had done to deserve this. It was Marie, he reminded himself.
It had been so long ago, to him, that he had forgotten. Marie, the thinfrail looking woman that was friends with Claudia. Was this the Mariethat he had known? She seemed so nice, selfish in many ways, but alwayswilling to help or go out of her way for someone.
Since he had been shrunk, and reshrunk, Marie... no, this Giant Marieseemed to become more and more tyrannical over him. Sadistic in someways. The Giant Marie was someone who he did not recognize anymore.
Did he deserve this treatment? Did the Giant Marie in some way have aclaim on his life so as to do this to him? How could she master such apower, to reduce a person to the size of a doll, a child's plaything?And now she wielded that power over him, making him nothing more than asex toy for her amusement, a pet. She had even mocked him, proclaiminghim as a pet. Was he? His life had definitely taken on the attributes ofsuch an existence.
The muscles on the other side of the skin he was encased in flexed andpulled. He could feel the tension of the muscle fibers as the GiantMarie moved her incredible sized form through it's natural functions.
Chris tried to relax, but the claustrophobia slowly sank in.
Marie got in the passenger side of the car and shut the door in as mucha normal physical manner as she could. He thoughts were of keeping Chriswell buried deep within her even though she knew there was no way out.
Bob and she drove the few blocks to church and they sat in the car for afew minutes talking a