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.