Maya woke up with the biggest yawn in her life. At least it felt like that as she stretched, her alarm going off the entire time.

“Stop,” She said and on her command the alarm shut off. 

She sat up, placing her feet on the floor, as she looked at her phone sitting on her nightstand. The screen was still on, so she could see that she had a text, a few emails, and a few twitter notifications. She didn’t have a chance to really notice much else before her phones screen went to sleep.

She pulled herself out of bed and walked into the bathroom.  As she stopped before the sink and stared at her reflection she noticed just how much of a mess she looked at the moment. Her blonde curly hair was in knots and sticking up here and there, her grayish colored eyes had some serious bags resting underneath, and she had a puddle of drool soaking her pajama shirt. 

She grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth before hopping into the shower. With both of those jobs out of the way she got to work on her hair, which had a better chance of getting under control when it was still wet. It was another half an hour before she stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was as straightened as it was going to get and she had a modest amount of make-up on.

She was happy that she no longer looked like a mess. In fact she thought that she was beautiful today. Those days were rare nowadays. It was all in head of course and she knew it but as much as she tried to fight the thoughts she couldn’t win. Maybe it was her height at 4’8 which was, for some reason, starting to hit her more at the age of 32. 

She walked out of her room and went downstairs to see that her boyfriend was already sitting at the table. Playing on his portable gaming system. He looked up as she entered and then looked back down at his system.

“You look like a skank,” He said, “Go put on something else. You can not leave the house like that.”

She liked what she was wearing. A purple crop top that went down to just above her navel, a pair of pre-ripped jeans, and a pair of black heels that made her 2 inches taller.

“What’s wrong with what I am wearing?”

“For christ’s sake Maya you look like you are asking for people to hit on you but maybe that is what you want. Is it?”

“No. You know that.”

“Good. Then get upstairs and change,” She turned to do what he said and as she did so he barked, “And wash that fucking make-up off your face. You look like a fucking clown for christs sake.”

She wanted to cry but she refused to do so in front of him. She knew that it would only make matters worse. He would get upset and angry and she didn’t want that today on a good morning. At least what was once a good morning anyway. It was another twenty minutes before she came back downstairs. 

The make-up now washed off of her face and her clothes changed. She now wore a t-shirt that was a size too large, a regular pair of jeans, and a pair of shoes. He looked up when she entered and smiled.

“That’s better. You know I am just looking out for you? Right? I mean last thing I want is to get a phone call that you were raped or something. You know? So what's for breakfast?”

She looked at him stone faced but inside she was dying.

“You didn’t eat,” She asked with so much composure that she deserved an oscar.

“No. I wasn’t in the mood for cereal and you know I don’t fucking cook. So what's for breakfast?”

She looked at the clock. She only had about thirty minutes to get to work. She was just planning on making some toast and taking it to go.

“I have work. I can make something when you get home?”

“Work,” He said, putting down his system and making quotations with his hands, “I bet you don’t do jackshit. You just go and have a good fucking time. Chatting. You talk about me?”

“No,” She lied.

He picked up his game and Maya couldn’t tell if he bought it or not.

“How long are you going to be gone for?”

“The usual hour and a half.”

“The fuck it take so long?”
“We have gone through this before. She needs help-”

He faked a yawn cutting her off, “I don’t really care. Ok here is the deal. You go to work and help the crippled bitch and when you get back you are going to make me the best breakfast I have ever had. Then when we are done you are going to suck my dick.”

She wanted to say no. To tell him to take a hike but that thought only lasted a few precious seconds before it was whisked away. The next thing she felt was guilt for thinking such thoughts. This man paid for the roof over her head, the food in the fridge, and she was here feeling angry at him. She didn’t deserve him was the truth. 

So instead she smiled and nodded, “Of course.”

She then walked over and gave him a kiss. As she began to pull away he grabbed the back of her head and forced her to kiss him longer. Only releasing her a minute and half later when he was done. Gently pushing her away afterwards.

“Get the fuck out of her then.”

She moved to go make her toast and he cleared his throat. She turned to look at him.

“If I don’t eat, you don’t eat. Get the fuck out of my house.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, what?”

“I love you, sir.”

“That's my girl.”

With that she turned to leave. Ready to get away for a time, her morning ruined, but not having the strength to tell herself that it wasn’t her that caused it. It was nice to have a job, even if for a few hours a day, where she could go and talk. She wasn’t sure what being a personal attendant was going to be like but she found a friend in Emily. A friend that she could confide in. A friend she knew wasn’t going to talk to Blake.  That meant the world to her.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore. I try so hard for him but it seems like no matter what I do isn’t enough. I am scared that he might leave and then what am I going to do,” Maya asked Emily as she cleaned the dishes.

Her shift had gone by fast. It normally does. She helped Emily get out of bed and into her wheelchair, helped her into the shower, helped clean her up when needed, made her breakfast, and now she was cleaning up. It was around the time that Emily started eating that Maya began to tell her about what happened this morning.

She felt like she would burst out crying the entire time. Keeping it held in. She just didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t even think about her life without Blake. She really didn’t have anyone else. They were all gone, mostly because Blake didn’t like them and she had to make a choice. She chose love. She would everytime

If he did break up with her she would have to call them and they would tell her that they were right and that being with him was a mistake. She didn’t want to face that. The truth was that Blake was the most loyal and loving boyfriend she had ever had. 

“I think I have something that will fix your problem,” She said as Emily put the plate in the drying rack, “Stay here.”

Maya listened to the sound of Emily turning her chair around and driving off. She rinsed out a glass and some silverware and was turning around when Emily came speeding back. She held out her hand where a pill lay sitting there.

“You want me to give my boyfriend drugs,” Maya asked, shocked, “What is wrong with you?
“It’s not drugs. At least not in the way you are thinking. This is a pill that I have been working on for a while now and it is complete. It is a pill that makes someone less angry and causes them to relax.”

“It makes someone less angry? How does that work?”

She walked past Emily. Ready to leave, ready to get out of there. Probably never to come back. She couldn’t believe that Emily was pushing drugs on her. Drugs that she wanted to give to her loving husband. She tried to remember where Emily worked. She would be giving them a call later that's for sure. She heard Emily follow after her slowly.

“Look I know this is crazy but we have tested this drug on rats a hundred times. It is completely safe.”

She spun around then, anger in her eyes, and Emily stared at her with a scared look. She was beginning to realize that Maya was not about to take the bait and that if she didn’t then she would no doubt turn her into somebody.

“Have you ever tested it on a human before or do you expect me to give an untested drug to my unexpecting boyfriend? I get that he has his problems, everyone does Em, doesn’t mean he deserves to be experimented on and I will have no part in this.”

“We have tested it on humans before. Yes? I am not going to kill your husband.”

“How many?”

The answer was 3. The man who killed her husband while intoxicated and a couple who had made fun of her disability. One of them was with Megan now though and the other two were tucked in her panty drawer. She couldn’t tell Maya any of that and she knew it.

“Twenty-six. We are just waiting on FDA approval and you are going to start seeing this drug everywhere. It's going to be a miracle for a lot of people.”

“You're insane.”

“Look, I get it. I would be scared too if someone wanted me to give this to my husband. However, I promise you that he will be safe and sound. Have I ever done anything that would give you any reason to distrust me? Here, just take it,” She said, extending her hand towards Maya, “If he takes it and something happens that you don’t like you can contact who I work for or you can call the cops. All I ask is that you give it a shot. The next time he gets angry or pushy just have him take it. I promise you’ll love what happens afterwards.”

She expected for Maya to slip back on her shoes and walk out of the door but to her surprise she grabbed the pill out of her hand and put it in her pocket. Without another word she put on her shoes and left. Leaving Emily to curse silently to herself, hoping that the cops weren’t going to show up to her apartment by the end of the day.

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Maya drove home as fast as she legally could afterwards. Her mind raced, wondering what was the right course of action. Should she call the cops? Should she call the corporation that Emily works for and give them the pill that Emily had given her. As she pulled into the driveway she cleared her head, taking a deep breath.

Emily was right. She had never done a thing that would make Maya believe that she wanted to cause harm to someone else and she had never done or said anything that would cause a fracture to form in Maya’s trust. What was the harm of just throwing away the pill? She didn’t have to use it. As for Emily, as sad as it was she would quit. 

She no longer felt comfortable working for her. As she shut off the car her boyfriend strolled out of the house and to the car.

“Open the door,” He snapped.

She did so slowly, “What's wrong?”

“What the hell are you doing just sitting in the driveway? You remember that I haven’t eaten anything yet?”

“I haven’t either,” She said, climbing out of the car and closing the door.

“For the best honestly,” He said, “You could lose a few pounds. You are starting to look like a freaking cow.”

She dropped her head.

“Are you just going to stare at the ground now or are you going to get inside,” He yelled.

She walked into the house, him following close behind, and as soon as they were through the door he closed it and then pushed her down to the ground. She turned over in time to see him unbuttoning his pants. 

“You hungry? Well you can suck on this,” He said as he pulled down his paints to reveal his boxers.

“Look, I am sorry. I will go make your breakfast,” She stammered standing up.

“What you too good for me now? Fuck off bitch,” He said as he took off his boxers.

“This isn’t funny,” She said as she took a step back.

“Am I fucking laughing,” He snapped as he back handed her across the cheek.

The slap was hard and painful. Causing spit to fly out of her mouth and for her to fall to the ground. This had been the first time that Blake had really hit her and she was stunned. Next thing she knew he was sitting down on her legs and pulling down her pants.

“I guess since you fell face first I am just going to have to settle for your ass.”

He slapped it hard and she grunted in pain as he pulled down her underwear.

“Wait, I have something for you,” She said with tears in her eyes.

“What's that whore,” He said, his erect penis touching her butthole.

“In my pocket. Emily gave it to me.”

Curiosity must have overcome him as she felt his penis move as he dug in her pants pocket. 

“What’s this?”

“It's a pill she has been designing. It's meant to help muscle memory and reflexes. Her hope is to sell it to pro gamers. Kind of like how athletes take steroids.”
“Oh yeah.”

“She wanted you to test it and for you to write down your experience on it.”

“Guess that cripple bitch can do something after all.”

She couldn’t hear him take the pill but she was confident he did so. 

“Let's see how that helps with another muscle.”

Maybe it was the terror of the moment, hoping and praying the pill would take hold soon, but she couldn’t help but think that the penis wasn’t even a muscle. It just filled with blood to become erect. She didn’t have time to think about that too much longer as his penis pushed against her butthole and a moment later pentrited it. 

She screamed and struggled against him for what seemed like hours, slowly getting more and more tired, as he thrust in and out of her. Moaning and groaning and asking her to moan. He grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back. Causing clumps of it to come out in his hands. Tears ran down her cheeks. 

In truth it was only four and half minutes before he stopped thrusting and he pulled his penis out of her.

“What the fuck yo-”.

With that he slumped off of her and fell onto his side. Maya scuttled away from his uncouncies body and pulled up her underwear and pants, watching him, waiting for him to wake back up but he didn’t. She waited and waited. Wondering when she should call the cops, if she should call the cops, that is when he began to have, what she could only describe, as a seizure.

She jumped up then and pulled out her phone calling Emily.

“Hey Maya,” She answered, “You forgot something here.”

“I think Blake may be having an allergic reaction. I gave him that pill and he passed out and now he is flopping around.”

“You gave it to him? To be honest I didn’t think you would do it?”

“I got home and he,” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. She was still mortified by the experience, “What should I do?”

“It's normal. In a minute or two he will stop flopping around as you put it and he will wake up a few minutes after that. Blake will be a new man when that happens.”

“Are you sure,” Maya asked.

“I am a hundred percent positive Maya. Trust me.”

“I am trying but this is nuts. You didn’t tell me this could happen. What happens if he dies right here.”

“He won’t die and if he does, blame it on me.”

She watched as Blake stopped, going still.

“Don’t worry I was already planning on that.”

“You better get off the phone.  You and Blake have a lot to discuss in a few minutes.”

With that the line went dead as Emily hung up the phone. Maya just paced back and forth. Waiting for Blake to wake up. She had already dialed 911 and her finger was resting just below the call button. She stopped pacing as she noticed Blakes clothes getting bigger. Taking a step towards him she realized that his clothes weren’t getting bigger, he was getting smaller.

She cursed to herself as she put her hands on her head, wondering what the hell was going on and why it couldn’t just end. She deleted the number entered and tried to call Emily but it went straight to voicemail. Within minutes he was gone. His clothes had engulfed him. She gingerly walked over to his clothes. Careful not to step on it. Not knowing where he ended up.

She almost jumped as her phone dinged. She opened Emily’s text.

At his new size as long as you don’t destroy his head he is indestructible. He will heal from anything that you do to him or any damage he will receive from other means. Have fun.

You bitch. You knew this would happen.

If he did what I think he did when you got home then he deserves it and you know it. I think it's time for you to learn how that you have self worth again.

How do I change him back? How do I fix this?

She felt like she was drowning. Like this was a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

There is none. A cure hasn’t been made and will never be made.

She looked at the text shell shocked. Her phone falling from her hands and hitting the floor at her feet. She felt around his jeans gently but couldn’t feel or find him so she moved them out of her way and moved to his shirt. It didn’t take long before her fingers stumbled on his tiny form. She then grabbed him, careful not to exert too much pressure on his body.

As she pulled him up to her face, she found that he was still passed out, and as she unclenched her fist and let him sit in her palm she saw just how tiny he was. The size of a fingernail. It was astounding and terrifying. She couldn’t help but quiver as she noticed that his penis was still erect. She knew that at his present size he couldn’t do a thing to her but just the thought of it made her want to cry. It made her angry.

So as she looked down at the tiny man in her hand she made a vow to herself. She would go to the cops and get this sorted out but first she was going to make him fear her like she feared him.

At long last he stirred in her palm, shaking his head, as he sat up. She couldn’t help but think about how funny he looked at his present size. A little over two hours ago he had towered over her 4’8 frame, looking down on her. He had to bend down to give her a kiss. Something he had complained about often. Yet that was something he couldn’t change. 

He looked around groggily as if not sure what was going on, like he was trying to find out if he was having some vivid dream. He looked up at her and then down at what he was sitting on. Seeing her coffee colored skin, the crease in her palm a good foot and half high. He pressed on it and Maya couldn’t help but smile.

“You're not dreaming,” She said at last. 

Her voice seemed to break him of the spell he was currently in as he looked up at her, mouth agape, before he shot up like a bullet, and began to stumble backwards. Tripping over the crease and falling onto his butt. He mouthed something as he crawled backwards and Maya realized that she couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

She knew that this shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Yet she had expected to hear something. Squeaking at least. 

“Look I can’t understand what you're saying? I can’t hear you? You're too small?”

He shot back up to his feet and began yelling again. Pointing his fist at her as he had done so many times before. She knew that spit wsa no doubt flying out of his mouth. She knew at this size he couldn’t do anything to her but she still felt a twinge of guilt as sat there screaming. Knowing that she did something wrong.

“I am sorry, ok. I didn’t know the pill was going to do…this. Emily said that it was just supposed to make you happy. Like an anxiety or depression pill.”

He took a step forward, climbing over the crease, as he marched forward. Save for the climb though it didn’t look like he was making much progress, at least to her. She couldn’t help but smile at this. This made him more angry as he stomped his foot on her palm and stopped. Shaking a fist at her as he continued screaming.

“I am sorry. I don’t think this is funny. Look I will go to the cops or I will call Emily’s job. We can find a way to fix this. I mean she must have been lying, right? I mean there has to be a cure,” She said nervously as she started playing with her hair with her free hand. 

He seemed to calm down at these words but as he lowered his hands to his side she could clearly see they were still balled up in anger. She let go of her hair and with her free hand picked up her phone off the floor, unlocked it, and got ready to call the cops, when he began to pace back and forth. Clearly he was still angry, clearly talking to himself, but he stopped when he noticed that the phone wasn’t to her ear yet.

Turning to face her he pointed at her once more. She put the phone in her pocket and he began screaming.

“Stop yelling at me,” She screamed, tears beginning to well, “Stop it. I am a person and you will not treat me like that?”
To her surprise he laughed. A full belly laugh. It made her angry. How dare he laugh at her when she finally had the strength to stand up for herself. Even if she had to do it when he was the size of an insect.

“I said enough!”

He stopped laughing and looked up at her, anger on his face, as he pointed at her once more. She had enough. She fished the phone out of her pocket and texted Emily a single question.

He will heal from anything? You aren’t lying about that?

Emily responded back with.

Some things will take longer than others but yes he will heal as long as you don’t destroy his head.

She locked her phone and put it back in her pocket as she turned back to Blake who had hatred in his eyes as he yelled at her point, shaking a fist now, and every so often stomping his foot. She wondered if he was doing it the entire time. If he had she didn’t feel it. Her free hand darted forward and grabbed his extended arm. Fist still clenched.

“I said enough. You are going to treat me with respect.”

She didn’t know what she was doing. In truth her plan had just been to scare him but even at his puny size he surprisingly thought he could boss her around. Was it a surprise when it was working though? His other hand came hurtling towards her hand but it didn’t even come close. He just kept swinging though like he was just going to show the air who was boss instead.

She knew that in order to scare him she would have to do something unexpected. Even at his size he saw her as this meek, weak sheep. Incapable of standing up to him and he was proving her right but at the same time she couldn’t imagine actually doing something that would cause him pain. She couldn’t actually do something cruel and malicious. So she let go of his arm. He recomposed himself and for the first time Maya realized that his penis was limp once more.

He screamed something up at her as he marched forward and she pulled the phone out her pocket once more, dialing 911, and she froze. Looking between the phone and Blake. What would happen if she helped him? Would he let this go? Somehow she doubted it? What was the alternative though? 

To keep him like this forever? What would she do with him? Where would he sleep? Was she meant to keep a human as a pet? She shook her head as she brought her finger over the button but before she could press the call button she looked at Blake one more time. He was standing there on her palm. Touching himself as he looked up at her.

Her finger moved away from the button and he must have noticed as he pulled his hand off his now erect penis.

“Do you like me this big Blake,” She asked him and he glared up at her.

Shaking his head and he brought up his finger once more. His favorite thing to do when he was getting angry or wanted to instill guilt. This time her hand darted forward and instead of grabbing his hand, she gripped his still hard cock in between her thumb and pointer finger. Careful not to apply too much pressure. She watched as her fingers completely engulfed the tiny member. She couldn’t even see it, she couldn’t even feel it. 

She began to stroke it gently.

“Is this what Blake wants,” She asked.

She watched as he looked up at her and nodded, biting his bottom lip, as he muttered up at her. She stroked him like that for a few more seconds, gripping a little harder on his penis. This must have caused him some pain as he jumped and began yelling again.

“What I thought you liked this?”

She began to pull a little harder on his penis and he began to scream in pain and she stopped herself as her heart dropped. 

“Are you ok,” She asked meekly as she pulled her hand away to see a horror show.

It was clear that she was in the middle of pulling his penis off and she had only gotten half way there as it dangled lower than it should. The one thing she didn’t account for is that her massive size all the skin and muscle around the penis had also been ripping free as well. Causing a massive amount of blood.

He looked down at his manhood and screamed. No doubt in pain but also in shock of what just occurred. Maya was also freaking out. Continuously apologizing as she began to cry. She had only hoped to scare him, to cause him pain as she squeezed and pulled, she had undoubtedly underestimated her own power of the tiny man.

“Look I have a sewing kit, maybe I can sew it back on.”

He looked up at her and screamed something.

“I am going to go grab it. You just sit here, ok. We are going to fix this,” She set him down on the table in the entryway which was used to house care keys, wallets, and the like.

She knew that he would be safe there and not only that but he couldn’t try to run away and if he did he wouldn’t go too far. Though remembering how fast he walked on her palm earlier, she doubted he would get far anyway. So with one last sorry she turned to go find the sewing kit. She ran upstairs, passing there bedroom on the right, and the bathroom on her left, as she made her way to her sewing room.

Once inside she grabbed the little black sewing kit which was placed in a dish usually reserved for keys. She then raced back downstairs, skipping a step as she did so with every bound. It didn’t take long before she found him in the same place he had left her. He hadn’t even tried to run. However, he was now sitting down looking at his junk. Panting and breathing hard. To her surprise the wound looked a lot better already. The skin was beginning to reattach itself and the penis itself was already starting to return to its normal place.

Blood had also stopped flowing. He looked up at her as she came close. Once again she was surprised not to see fear but anger on his face as she approached. She placed the sewing kit down next to him and as she did so he was pushed in the opposite direction from the force of it.

“Sorry,” She said, “I will be sure to be more gentle when placing things down next time.”

With that she unzipped her sewing kit and opened it up. Careful not to do it too fast or too hard. She then pulled out three spools of different colored strings and placed them down in front of him. She was gentle enough this time that he didn’t move but his hair blew all around.

“What color?”

He stood up and flicked her off. He then yelled something as he pointed towards her waist area.

“Look I get it. You no doubt want me to call for help but we have to wait.”

For the first time the look of anger disappeared and his hand lowered to his side but only for a second. He quickly put the mask of anger back on and yelled at her. She just grabbed the sewing needle and some blue colored string and got ready to sew him back up.

“I can’t call the cops when you are damaged like this. They are going to think I meant to hurt you or that I did this on purpose and then what is going to happen. No, the best thing for both of us is to wait.” 

Before Blake could say another word Maya reached out her hand and scooped him up. She brought up so he was level with her breasts before unclenching her fist. Blake sitting in the palm of her hand. She showed him the needle.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier. I hope you know that and I don’t mean to hurt you now and I am sorry for picking you up like I did but I need you to listen to this because it's important. This sewing needle is sharp and about four times the size of you easily. Now as you know I am used to fixing things of all shapes and sizes so I have confidence I can do this. However, the things I usually work on don’t squirm around.”

“I want you to understand just how bad it would be for you if you decided to squirm. A gentle tug from me about ripped off your penis and the surroundings area. I think this needle would have a good chance of skewering you. I don’t want that to happen, you don’t want that to happen.”

For the first time as she looked down at him, towering over his tiny frame, he looked terrified. Scared out of his mind like everything was starting to catch up to him all at once. He pointed at his junk. Pointing at the bits that were already starting to heal.

“I know. It appears to be healing quickly but with a little help it will go that much faster and you and I both just want this to be over with.”

She watched as he turned over onto his hands and knees and began to crawl away. She would be lying if she didn’t say that the image didn’t amuse her or if she didn’t enjoy it just a little bit. She would also be lying if she said she didn’t feel guilty for having those feelings.

“Look, I don’t know where you think you are going here? Do you not realize how big I am compared to you? You're the size of a bug Blake. You could never run away from me if you tried. I mean you see your world from the same view that you had before. Everything is just way larger. The problem is that we don’t see the world the same anymore.”

“Let me explain it in a way you will understand. You see the world through that stupid shooter game you play all the time, Call of Duty. We used to share that same point of view. Now though times have changed. You still see the world with that Call of Duty lense. First person. I see your world from that other game you play, Path of exile. I look down on you.”

He stopped crawling. No doubt getting tired and he turned over onto his back. She could see that his penis was healing quite well and quite fast. There was no need to use the needle now. She would skip it. She honestly didn’t want to cause him any more harm then she already had. She did want him to know what fear was like though. 

So she placed him back on the table and lowered the needle down to his penis. He screamed as he placed his hands over his private areas. She couldn’t help but laugh. What did he honestly think that was going to do? At her size, if she wanted, she could just rip off his arms if she wanted and get the job done regardless.

She pulled the needle away.

“Alright we won’t do it. If you are going to be such a baby about it,” She pulled the phone out of her pocket and dialed 911, “We will get you the help you need. Are you happy now?”

He nodded his head, not removing his hands from his private areas. She pressed the green call button and placed the phone to her ear.

“What is your emergency,” The male operator said on the other line.

“I need immediate assistance. Something has happened to my boyfriend.”

She didn’t go into any specifics. None of the details. The operator pushed of course but she just put on a show. Saying that she didn’t know what happened. The longer she went on, the more comfortable Blake appeared to get that his ordeal was close to being over. He removed his hands from his private areas, stood up, and listened to her display.

As she waited for the police to arrive she left her boyfriend on the table and cleaned up the sewing kit. Inspecting Blakes penis every now and again to make sure that it was healing nicely. It was. Within ten minutes it was completely healed. As the minutes dragged on she went into the kitchen and began to clean up.

It was another fifteen minutes before there was a knock on the door. Megan raced out of the kitchen and to the door. Opening it quickly to see a very beautiful police officer standing before her. Her skin was almond colored, her eyes were big and teal colored, and she had a smile that would have knocked out just about any guy who saw it. Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she stood at at least 5’10. 

She also seemed to fill in the uniform perfectly. It was like they weren’t meant for her and her alone. As her smile dissipated she looked down at Maya as if trying to figure out a very difficult puzzle.

“Hello we got a call about some kind of domestic problem,” She finally said.

“Where is your partner,” Maya asked.

“We don’t always drive with a partner. What is the problem?”

“It’s my boyfriend, he needs help?”

“What is wrong with your boyfriend?”

“I think it's better if you come look. It’s kind of hard to explain until you see it.”

As she finished her sentence Maya noticed the woman grab the hilt of the pistol at her side. Maya held the door open for her but the cop motioned her to go first. Maya walked further into the entranceway stopping at the table. The cop followed her in and looked at her impatiently now.

“Well?”

Maya pointed at where Blake stood, waving his arms at the cop, crying tears of joy. 

The cop followed Maya’s finger to the table and then she let go of her gun as she walked over. Mouth agape. 

“What the fuck?”
“I work for this woman, she is an older lady, her name is Emily King. She works for some kind of pharmaceutical company or something. She gave me this pill which she claimed would make my boyfriend more patient and calm. When I gave it to him it did this.”

Blake was on his knees now blowing kisses up at the woman before putting his hands in a praying position and thanking whatever god he didn’t believe in.

“Is there a way to change him back?”
“I don’t know but I figured you guys can do something and help him get to normal size.”

The cop turned away from Blake now and looked down at Maya.

“We can do that. Are you married?”

“No, girlfriend.”

“Does he have any family?”
“A brother but he is in prison, his dad is a drug rehab center, and his mom is M.I.A.”

The cop nodded. 

“I will get him help,” She said as she scooped Blake up and put him in the pocket of her vest.

She pulled out a notepad.

“Emily King you said and do you know what business she works for?”
“Yes and no I do not. She has told me before but to be honest I never really cared enough to remember.”

The cop took her notes before putting the notepad away. 

“Alright Maya here is the deal. We will take it from here but since you are not married we can’t keep you involved with the investigation or what is going on with… wait what was his name again?”

“Blake… hold on though we have been together for years?”

“I am sorry. Truly. If you want updates you are going to have to get a hold of his parents or brother. Any immediate family. Once you do so they can give us permission to let you in on the details. I can promise you that we will do everything we can to help him and see that Emily gets her due.”

“But-”
“Have a good day ma'am.”

With that the cop turned on her heel and walked away, closing the door as she left, leaving Maya sitting there speechless. She knew that he had no immediate family and even if he did they wouldn’t care. She shook it off though knowing that she had done the right thing. Blake was going to get help and hopefully by the time that happened he would be ready to come home. Back to her. 

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The cop got into her car and leaving the door open she grabbed the walkie talkie off the ham radio. She pressed the button down.

“This is officer Keen checking in,” She said.

“What’s your status, over?”

“This was a bust. Just some woman off her meds who believed her boyfriend shrank. Turns out he may have just run off on her.”
“Copy that.”

She placed the walkie talkie back in its position and smiled. Thinking about how lucky she was.

Annabelle Keen couldn’t believe how lucky she was as she drove away from the former house of the shrunken man who was currently in her vest pocket. Her shift almost complete, she couldn’t wait to get home, to play with her new toy. When she was twelve Annabelle had dreamed of being a giantess. 

She had watched the Attack of the 50ft woman starring Daryl Hannah with her father one day and as he laughed about how bad the movie was, she couldn’t help but be engrossed in it. To want to be her. At the time it wasn’t sexual, it was more for the power, the strength to bend anyone to her will.

Now a days it is Annabelles biggest sexual fantasy. When she sees a guy walking down the street and she finds him attractive she doesn’t picture them in bed together. No, she thinks of shoving him in her vagina. What she is making out with a guy, she is thinking about what it would be like to have him in her mouth, tossing him around with her tongue.

She had thought these things mere fantasy. Things that surely could not happen in real life. Yet here she was with a man in her pocket. A man to play with. A man to rule over. Yet, something the girlfriend had said bothered her. The boyfriend didn’t just shrink. This wasn’t some random occurrence. He had been given a pill. 

She pulled over and parked the car, turning off the radio shortly after. With that done she turned to the laptop in her car and pulled up the records on Emily King. There were only six of them in town but she quickly narrowed it down to two. It would be a 50/50 shot but she knew that if she picked the wrong one that she could always try again the next time she worked.

So with that she put her car in drive and began to head for Emily’s apartment.

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She cursed at herself as she walked into the apartment. She had chosen the wrong one. The apartment she ended up at was one made for people with disabilities. She had to be buzzed in and when Emily had opened the automatic door she found a woman in her 40’s in an electric wheelchair. 

She looked around to see that it was quite small. The house opened up into the dining room which was connected to the kitchen on the left and a bathroom immediately on the right. Straight ahead was the living room and to the right of that was a single bedroom.

“What is this about officer,” The woman asked as the door closed behind her with a loud THUD.

Obviously whatever company had installed the door didn’t care how loud it was.

“Nothing,” Annabelle responded, “I think I got the wrong place. You see I am looking for an Emily King but the one I am looking for is a biochemist or something of the sort. There were six in our records so I decided to just go door to door. You are my first stop and the first wrong one.”

Annabelle nodded her head as she looked around the apartment one last time. 

“Do you mind if I ask why you are looking for this Emily King?”

“You could but you wouldn’t believe it anyway.”

“Well then good luck in your search.”

With that Emily reached into the right side pocket of her chair and clicked the automatic door button, causing it to swing open. Annabelle turned to leave but something caught her eye. Next to the door, hanging on the wall, was a coat rack. A purse, a coat, and a set of keys hung on it but behind the purse was something else. 

Annabelle walked over to the coat rack and moved the purse to find a lanyard and attached was Emily’s work ID. Annabelle was taken aback as she took down the purse and removed the ID, turning around, and holding it out so Emily could see. The door closed behind her and Emily looked rather nervous now.

“Looks like you are the Emily King I am looking for,” Annabelle smiled.

“What’s this about?”

“Do you mind if I have a seat?”

“Not at all.”

Annabelle walked over to the table and sat down, Emily pulling up in the empty spot.

Annabelle opened the pocket of her vest and reached down inside with two fingers. Grabbing Blake and pulling him out. Annabelle didn’t look down at the man but Emily stared at him stone faced. After a few seconds Annabelle put the man back into her pocket and velcroed it back up. 

“Am I under arrest?”

“Not at all.”

“Then what is this about?”

“A call came in today from a Maya. She claimed that something had happened to her boyfriend. I was sent over to her house and honestly I thought it was going to be a nothing burger of a call but imagine my shock when she points to her tiny speck of a boyfriend on a table. You should really be more careful who you give those pills to. If it had been anyone else you might be a very different situation right now.”

“So, what do you want?”

“More pills of course. You got anyway?”

Emily for a second looked like she was thinking about lying but to Annabelle’s complete surprise she didn't, “I made thirty of them.”

“Thirty. That is quite a lot. Hope you don’t mind but I will be taking them from you.”

“I don’t have thirty left  anymore.”

“Sure you have twenty-nine. You gave one to Maya.”

“I have 19 left. I used two personally and the rest went missing.”

“You let 11 pills go missing,” Annabelle said shocked.

“I put them in a more secure location after I noticed.”

“Alright then I will take the other 19 pills. You can keep your two tinies.”
“What are you going to do with 19 pills?”

“Does it matter? What were you going to do with them? Besides, you can make more can’t you?”

Emily nodded.

“Look, I am going to make this really simple for you. You either go get me those pills or I will arrest you.”

She wouldn’t of course. Doing so would mean that she would have to give up her own tiny and that was not going to happen but most people feared being put in jail. Even if for a night. She just had to hope that Emily was one of them. After a few moments of staring each other down Emily nodded and drove into her bedroom.

Annabelle sat there trying not to look too excited. After a few minutes she returned. Placing the pill bottle in front of Annabelle. 

“Seventeen.”

“I thought you said there were nineteen?”

“Seventeen. I promised someone they could have one already and that is one for me. Come back next week and I will give you thirteen more.”

“You’ll give me thirty.”

“If you are willing to pay I will give you more than that?”

“How much?

“Five hundred for fifty of them.”

She couldn’t help but smile big and wide. Her heart thumping widely. Fifty tinies. What she could do with fifty tinies. Her mind raced at the prospect.

“Why only five hundred? These pills are priceless. You can’t get them anywhere else?”

“I will only be making one more batch. After that I am done. In truth I don’t know why I made so many to begin with. A great deal of them have now gone missing and I fear for the people who will be shrunk. It was only meant to be used on people who deserved the pain and misery you know.”

Annabelle nodded her head, “Yeah. I do understand, trust me. I haven’t been on the force long but I have even seen some things that would cause the strongest person not to sleep at night.”

“So fifty pills, plus the seventeen, but you have to give me your word that you will only use it on people who deserve it. That you will be the queen of the monsters.”

“You have my word.”

She meant it too.  Well, save for the man she had in her pocket right now, she wasn’t sure if he was a monster or not. 

“Then one last thing. These pills don’t just shrink people, it makes them extra durable and they are able to heal very rapidly from just about everything you do to them. The more damage you cause however the longer that healing takes. They will heal very quickly from broken bones for instance but a missing limb will take a day to heal. The only way to kill them and make sure they don’t heal is to destroy their heads. Due to how durable they are this is harder to do than you would think. I mean even stomach acid won’t do the job.”

Annabelle listened to her talk with interest, her mouth salivating at the thought. This was better than her wildest dreams. Annabelle scooped up the pills and stood up.

“So same time next week,” Emily said, stretching out a hand.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

With that Emily clicked the button, the door swinging open, and Annabelle headed out of the apartment trying hard not to jump in the air.

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Annabelle was dressed in her regular clothes an hour and a half later. Blake shoved into the pocket of her jeans. She stood in front of a house that she knew too well. She took a deep breath as she patted the back right pocket of her jeans where the pill sat. Mustering her courage she strolled forward and knocked on the door.

No one answered. She knocked again and just as she was ready to call it quits the door opened to reveal a rather attractive man. He propped himself up against the door, a beer in his hand.

“She ain’t even fucking here,” He said as he took a sip, “She call you guys at work?”

He looked her up and down before whistling.

“You know I don’t think I have ever seen you dressed like a civilian before. When your hair is down you don’t like half bad.”

He took another pull of his beer. This man's name was Adam and he liked to beat the shit out of his wife. His kids watched the entire time. He had been arrested twice, both times she had dropped charges. Most of the time it's the neighbors that call it in and she refuses to do a thing. Half the time she makes up some excuse for the marks.

“You mind if I come inside,” She said as she took a step forward and put a hand on his chest.

She almost threw up in her mouth but she knew that the end result would be worth it. Adam didn’t even have to think twice. His eyes got wide as he shook his head. She walked into the house making sure to put a little swagger in her walk. Her butt swaying to and fro. She knew that he was looking. 

He closed the door and she turned around. Taking the pill out of her back pocket as he stood pressed up against the door. She walked over to him, slowly, and pressed his body against her own. She hated herself right now and she had to fight the instinct to run as he went in for a kiss. 

Instead she rested her pointer finger against his mouth.

“Not yet,” She said as she slid the finger off of his lips and she began to feel the mans growing erection.

She then placed the pill into his mouth. As he felt it hit his tongue he tensed up, nervous, but she stroked his chest.

“Just swallow it for me, it will make you last longer.”

With that he swallowed it down and it was then that she wondered what would happen now. Wondering why she didn’t ask. How long did it take?

He went in for a kiss and this time she pulled away but slowly.

“Not yet. Don’t you have a bed? I don’t want to hurt my back.”

He nodded, unable to speak, just dropping his half drunk beer to the ground as he walked past her. Turning to see if she was following a few times. She was. They went upstairs but before he could reach the door of the bedroom, he fell face first, onto the ground. As she turned him over she could see that not only was his nose broken but he was also out like a light.

Annabelle paced back and forth, biting her nails nervously, as she looked at the two tiny men sitting on her dining room table. She had expected them to try to run when she set them down but to her surprise they hadn’t. They had just stood there, looking up at her, as they waited for her next move.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see that they were now talking amongst themselves. She couldn’t hear what they were saying. They were just too small. So she paced wondering what she was going to do now because all of this was just crazy. Twenty-four hours ago she had masterbated to the thought of having a tiny person in her mouth.

Now the opportunity sat right in front of her but now that it was here she didn’t know if she could go along with what she was planning. When she had seen the man Maya had called Blake, she had been overwhelmed with excitement. When she had been talking to Emily and making the deal she was ecstatic. When she had watched Adam swallow the pill she was dreaming of what was coming next even though the actions she had to do to pull it off repulsed her. 

As she drove him she had been celebrating her victory and was thankful for what had transpired today. Then she had pulled them out of her pocket and placed them on the table and as she hovered above them it hit her. The reality of the situation. This wasn’t a dream anymore. This wasn’t just a fantasy that she had. This was real and what she was planning would affect them.

It would be torture and it would cause pain. Something she had dreamt about as well but it wasn’t something she had to come to terms with before in a real life situation. She turned to the men on her table and cursed silently. All she wanted them to do was squirm and beg but she knew that she couldn’t do it.

No matter how bad Adam was he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be her chew toy or worse. She grunted. Angry at herself but she knew that she had to do the right thing and take them in. She stopped pacing at last and took a step towards the table and she watched as they stopped talking and just looked up at her. Obviously scared but trying to seem tough.

“I am only going to say this once, ok, you guys are lucky. I have had a change of heart and have decided to take you down to the station. I am going to give you the help that you need and hopefully you guys can go back to your regular daily lives. However,” She said, holding up a finger, “I expect you two to be on your best behavior.  You don’t want me to hear that you guys are acting up again.”

That was more for Adam then Blake as she still wasn’t sure that he even did anything wrong to begin with but a threat would hopefully work either way. The thought of being ant size would probably scare them straight she would wager.

She picked up Blake and put him back into her pocket as he celebrated, crying tears of joy. Adam was not celebrating. He was just looking up at her. His eyes filled with rage and she knew at that moment that if he ever received help he would come for her. There was no doubt in her mind. 

Still though she was a cop and her duty was to serve and protect. Other cops may not follow that code as much as she did but she prided herself on it. As she moved to pick him up he placed a thumb against his neck and slid it across. She stopped. He was threatening her. Was he serious? Did he not understand the situation that he was in? Who he was currently shrunk by?

No he didn’t and that was the problem. He saw her as a cop. A cop about to do the right thing. He didn’t see her as an executioner. She shook the thought from her mind. Reminding herself that he was a person with rights. Unless, he was found guilty of the crimes that he committed.

She smiled. She then pulled the chair out and sat down.

“You just threatened a cop. Did you know Adam that what you just did was a crime?”
He flicked her off. He had some balls. 

“I just want you to know that I was willing to get you help. I was willing to be the bigger person and do the right thing even though you sure as hell don’t deserve it. I was willing to be a merciful goddess.”

She pointed a finger at him, “You however have ruined it for everyone. The one that is currently here and the dozens that will follow and believe me when I say this… I will let them know that it was because of you that you are here.”

The anger in his face faded, he became less tense, but he was still staring her down.

“What do you think they will do to you huh? Sure you might be able to fight the man off that is currently resting in my pocket but will you be able to fight off two people, how about five, ten, how about forty of them. Somehow I doubt it. You should also know that you can’t die so not only will they tear you limb for limb over and over again but you have me to look forward to as well.”

He deflated as she continued.

“You made me realize something and I thank you for that. There are people in the world who do terrible things everyday and they get away with it because people are scared to speak up. Why? Because of retaliation. That's what you were doing to your misses right. Sure you beat up her pretty good but she was scared to speak up because you could always do worse.

“So you continued to get away with it time and time again. When were you going to stop? When she was dead? Crippled? No, I am not going to give you that chance nor will I give that chance to the dozens of others out there that are doing the same thing. Not paying for crimes though they should.

“I was going to take you to the precinct. Get you fixed up and move on with my life. Sad that I gave up something that I have fantasized about for a long long time. Thanks to your help I realized I don’t have to give it up. No, instead I am going to open up a prison. A prison for people like you.”

She pointed at him once more and she could see that his facade had completely dropped now.

“You think you are a monster. Some big strong man wait until you meet someone who got away with murder. There are plenty of them walking around.” 

She watched as he tried to turn around, got twisted, and fell to the ground.

“Now before we continue let's lay down the rules of how this prison operates.”