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For the next few days she had her gentle fun with Fareed, and he seemed to be warming to her. She didn’t want to have to experiment on him, whether that be to take his blood or something. But she did want to save her father-in-law. There had to be another way. She was struggling with this dilemma when she received a call from Ibrahim. It was not good news. Ibrahim wanted to arrange a marriage for her 17 year old daughter. He said he was going to die soon, and he wanted Malak to have protection; a male protector. He was tearful when he said although he wanted to leave his company to Sana, she’d have no recognized authority as a woman to run it. He’d be leaving it to his only surviving nephew, Mohammad. She understood she could not run his company and was empathetic to that, but she was firmly opposed to the plan of marrying off her daughter. She had no choice. She couldn’t allow this. She didn’t want her daughter married off at such a young age; she thought it was a backwards practice. She would have to explain to Ibrahim that she found a cure…. even if it meant shrinking him (although obviously she would conceal that part of it). Ibrahim was surprised, but he was willing to play it by ear. He said he’d give her treatment a few weeks, to see if he thought he would live. He wanted to start right away. Immediately after mosque on Friday, Sana was to return home and inject him.

She really had no choice, but Sana couldn’t help but fret about it. She was going to shrink down her father-in-law, the head of a large company. Would she have say he was dead? Islamic law said burials had to be very, very rapid. She could hopefully claim that he was buried and in the ground by the time anyone learned he had shrunk. But she’d be cut off from money to attend university (she was just left just enough to survive), and she’d keep Ibrahim like a pet. She could handle that, it would just be weird. Would he resent his son’s widow having a new romantic interest? Once again, a strong patriarch she looked up to would now be the size of a bug to her. Whenever she thought of his size, her worries seemed trivial. She had all the power. Deep down she knew it, and she liked it.

Her daughter was an unresolved issue, however. She didn’t want to shrink her daughter irreversibly, but she also didn’t want her to know what really happened to her grandfather. It was hard enough to hide Fareed from her daughter.  She decided, at least until things got under control, she would send her to a boarding school in the capital city. The girl protested. If only she knew what her grandfather had planned for her……

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As Sana drove up the long driveway towards Ibrahim’s villa, she looked down at Fareed sitting in the drink holder of the car. He could tell she was stressed. “I just wanted to say, you’re doing the right thing. I know you want what’s best for your daughter. Don’t fret about it”. She smiled faintly but said nothing for a few moments until she parked the car. “I’m so worried, Fareed. I’m so full of tension. I’m going to have to relieve that”. He didn’t know what she meant. She picked him up and stuffed him in her purse as she grabbed her luggage and entered Ibrahim’s home. He was so sickly that he couldn’t even greet her, and she was instead greeted by his young wife, Najla. Sana did feel a little bit sorry for Najla, she was barely 20 years old and had been married of to a man 2.5x her age. It had all stemmed from the seemingly final overthrow of the country’s long-serving President Hamran, last year, which Ibrahim’s family had backed. Sana’s husband died fighting for his country and his President, and Ibrahim had turned coat very quickly when it was over. She didn’t like to think of it, but in her stressed out and emotional state, it made her blood boil. Najla was the daughter of a wealthy warlord in the now-ascendant rebel faction (there was a third faction, where Fareed came from, that were rebels too brutal to be formerly/publicly aligned with NATO). Najla greeted her warmly before expressing the graveness of Ibrahim’s situation, while Sana muttered that she would attend to him right away. She quickly scurried off to her bedroom and placed her bags on the bed, and then pulled Fareed out of her purse, and placed him on her dresser. Absentmindedly she flicked on the television. A breaking news banner flashed on the bottom of the screen, showing, for the first time in a year, live footage of President Hamran. He was speaking before a large contigent of troops. She listened intently. Apparently, the Russian air force was willing to provide direct cover for government forces, and with that backing Hamran was setting up a government in exile in the North of the country. He was promising to retake the capital and other things. The war was escalating, and it seemed to never end. But the planes did give her an idea, an idea that would both bring peace and further her own power. The thought of that power turned her on. Her big brown eyes stared at Fareed for a few moments, regarding him. Without warning, she dropped her pants and panties, baring her pussy. Her labia glistened and before Fareed could even comprehend what he was seeing, Sana shoved him headfirst into the hot damp cavern. As he slipped around, not even actively resisting, but trying to gain his bearings, she moaned with pleasure. She stuck her own finger in her pussy, seeking to move in around. In a few moments, she came trying not to scream. She quickly retrieved a thoroughly shocked Fareed. She felt powerful, with a former warlord shoved up her pussy. She could deal with her father-in-law and his wife, easily. She re-clothed herself and pulled her vial and syringe from her bag, filling it. She stuffed Fareed, still soaked in her juices, into her bra. She walked down the hall and entered Ibrahim and Najla’s bedroom, seeing Najla standing over a bedbound Ibrahim. She walked nonchalantly over to them. She removed the syringe and quickly shoved into Najla’s arm, and just like Fareed, she shrank within 7 seconds. She plucked up the girl and put her in her palm. Ibrahim rapidly sat up in bed, as if he was going to try and escape, but truth was he couldn’t. Not in this state.

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She looked at Ibrahim. Bedbound and wide-eyed before him. “You see what I am capable of” she growled, gesturing to half-an-inch tall Najla in her hand. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to tell me where your will is, and you’re going to leave me your company; everything you have. Then I’m going to shrink you down, and cure you. But if you don’t comply, I’ll shrink you down and end everything”. Ibrahim was shocked he could only mutter “why, woman?”. “I’ll tell you why. You dominated my life for years. For years I carried your company on my back, yet you took all the rewards. Now, you want to sell my daughter out from under me and deprive me what’s rightfully mine”. “But I can’t! You can’t run the company you won’t have legitimacy”. Sana just laughed and placed Najla gently on her former bedside table, while removing the syringe and the third and final vial of the shrinking medication. Ibrahim gasped before finally relenting “it’s in my office, third drawer on the left”. Sana scurried off to retrieve it, bringing it and a pen to Ibrahim he quickly signed. “Now call your lawyer”. In a matter of minutes, it was done. She was now his heir. Ibrahim breathed a little easier, but he should not have expected his power-tripping daughter-in-law to keep her word. Without warning, she rapidly thrust the filled syringe into Ibrahim’s arm, creating the familiar 7 second countdown to powerlessness.

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With Fareed still trapped in her g-cup tits (with him enjoying the sensual jiggling as she walked), and Ibrahim & Najla cupped in her hands, she made her way to the living room.  She placed Najla on the couch arm, as well as Fareed, removing him from her deep bust. But Ibrahim she left on the table. He was healthy now, cured of his cancer, but he was more vulnerable. He was silently outraged and stammered as his daughter in law removed her headscarf, followed by her shirt and bra, unveiling her massive brown G-cup boobs. They were the size of mountains to him, and Ibrahim could hardly guess their colossal weight. She leaned forward to him, their inconceivable masses swinging dangerously low near Ibrahim. “Do you like what you see?” she sneered at him. “It’s because of you and this broken society, that no man enjoyed these in all my 20s”. “Your own son didn’t even get to enjoy them, because you sent him to die, but then betrayed the very cause that he fought for. I will save this country and countless woman from living as widows like I did”. She paused and was deadly serious. “But you won’t be allowed to see it”. With that she leaned her chest and her pendulous massive utters over Ibrahim. He tried to run, but she was too fast. Her boobs spread as she pressed them into the table, popping and smearing her domineering former father-in-law into a red paste. She sighed, satisfied, and leaned back to sit down on the couch. She looked over at Najla and Fareed, smiled faintly and said: “I’ll clean you guys up; we’re all going to the Russian consulate”. 

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