The Motel Incident

Julie could not believe she lost that coin flip. Nor that her penny-pinching husband, Derek, booked her and Zack into a Mini Motel. She looked forward to this trip for months. The motel provided her a dollhouse, a scaled-down bathrobe, and access to a mini-laptop. She hoped to cover up when she first shrunk. Instead, Zack wrapped his sweaty hand around her naked body and pulled her out. He stared at her slack-jawed in amazement. The giant blushed before he deposited her in the one-room dollhouse and closed the lid. Zack promised to leave her alone as long as she stayed in her little dwelling.

A few hours passed, and Zack stuck to his word. Due to the comfort and privacy of the mini-domicile, Julie felt aroused. Julie Skyped Derek. The second he answered, she pulled open her robe and touched herself. Derek never saw this side of her. His wife always shied away from sexuality. She thought adventurous sexual activity meant wearing stockings to bed. Filth slithered from Julie's lips as she masturbated. Derek stayed silent and jerked his pecker. After a few minutes, they orgasmed. Bestial, primal sensations overtook them. Derek collapsed while Julie bellowed a roar that would put Godzilla to shame. Lust caused her not to notice the ceiling lift off her room.

Zack pulled his erection from his boxers. He imagined putting Julie in a collar, like the ones he saw behind the front desk. Obscene amounts of viscous cum spattered her. It covered her from head to toe. As she sat up confused, she choked and wiped the thick goo from her eyes. A bang caused Julie to jump as Zack slammed the dollhouse lid shut. Julie wiped the cum with her bathrobe, sat on the edge of the bed, and cried. Derek heaved. "Gross!" After what felt like an eternity, the ceiling lifted again, and a giant hand reached for her.

The next day, Zack sat beside his grandmother. "Why isn't your mother here, Zacky?"

"She's here."

Zack retrieved his naked and leashed mini-mother from his pocket and placed her on the table. He tugged on Julie’s leash and brought her to her haunches. "Oh, you're a mini, Julie? How?"

"Dad booked us a room at a Mini Motel and an accident took place."

Kitty took her grandson’s hand and stood. "Serves her right for being a dirty-birdy around my little Zacky. Grab your wee one and follow me. I've got something to show you."

Zack grabbed his mini and followed his grandmother to her bedroom. Kitty walked to her dresser, grasped a naked collared mini, and placed him atop her vanity. "Don't worry, Zacky. Granny once made the same mistake."

Package Delivery

As the sun descended, Chad played video games. The doorbell rang. A suspicious package wrapped in plain brown paper sat on his doorstep. Chad took the package to his room. He held it to his ear, shook it, and tossed it on his bed when he heard a shrill scream from within.

Chad tore off the paper and found looked like a fashion doll in an unmarked pink box. The naked doll's anatomic parts jiggled as she struggled against her wire restraints. He recognized her as his mother, Barbara. The wide-eyed look of fear on her face meant she recognized him too. "Hi, mom. How was work? Let me guess. Mr. Hascombe's wife found out you slept with him and tricked you at the mini-bar? Don't answer. it doesn't matter. This is too awesome. I prayed you would become a mini ever since you started working there."  

He opened the box, grabbed the cardboard that held her, and spotted an envelope behind it. Chad opened the envelope and pawed at his twist-tied mother.

"Dear Chad. I hope you enjoy your new Barbie doll. She's already micro-chipped. All you need to do is scan the code below and she's all yours. Lots of Love, Jennifer Hascombe. PS, how do you like the photo on the front of the card? It's my husband after I stomped the infidelity out of him. I guess I was right. Cool picture, huh?"  

Chad held up the card. Barbara cried at the gruesome sight. He placed the cardboard on his desk, pulled out his phone, scanned the code, and followed the prompts. "It's official. You're my Barbie now."  

He spun the cardboard that bound his mother and recorded her torment on his phone. Barbara yelled for him to stop, and he did. Chad pulled out a pen lid and held it above her face. "Lick the tip."  

Barbara screamed for mercy. "Your choice. Dry, it is."  

Chad’s words fell on deaf ears, and he rammed the lid in and out of her bald snatch. Barbara vomited, passed out, and succumbed to an impromptu orgasm. "I love my new, Barbie-doll."  

He stopped recording and posted it to MyBook. It only got one response, a thumbs-up from Jennifer Hascombe.