One Year Later

…

Juliet relaxed on the private beach, listening to the waves as she soaked up the sun, a margarita in hand. What the drug production facility lacked in modern amenities it more than made up for in location, and for a moment Juliet could pretend that her life hadn’t imploded, that she was still the powerful head of Jormungand’s operations in Chicago, not acting as a petty enforcer for a cartel.

Still, it wasn’t all bad, “enjoying the sun?” she purred, reaching down between her breasts, where a tiny man was suspended by his wrists on a necklace line, a pair of shark teeth rattling on either side of him.

“Yes Juliet,” Richard said, squinting up at the bright sky. He was well tanned, and with a far more muscular build than he’d ever had at full size, Juliet forced him to keep himself in top physical condition, outfitting his cage with a hamster wheel and some small makeshift weights. The first few weeks he’d slacked, not showing the results she’d wanted, she’d responded by placing him in the bottom of her boot for a day, her foot pressing on him and nearly crushing him as she’d gone about her business. After that he’d kept up his workout routine, he was a pet now, he had to look good…

“You know there are some girls trying to restart Jormungand?” Juliet mused, shifting and causing her bound pet to bounce against her breasts as she adjusted herself. “Some of them are going on about how Valkyries are so superior, should rule the world, I’m sure you can imagine the rhetoric, it’s hardly original.”

Richard licked his lips, wondering what she wanted him to say, “Do you not believe Valkyries should rule the world?” he asked hesitantly.

Juliet just chuckled, causing the breasts on either side of Richard to jiggle, “There aren’t enough of us for anything like that, Arisu always kept those type in line, with violence if need be. Arisu had her own flavor of madness, but she never let her head get so big that she dreamt of world domination… No, she saw us as wolves among the sheep, but the wolves don’t rule the sheep. I see nothing good coming from it, a soldier with an assault rifle only has a slightly harder time ending a Valkyrie’s day than anyone else's.”

“You know best,” Richard said eagerly.

“Such a good boy!” Juliet beamed, reaching up to the necklace’s manacles and slowly unclipping Richard, letting him hang limply in her fingers as she brought him up for a quick kiss, her pillowy lips enveloping his torso in a soft cool embrace that felt wonderful in the tropical heat. “Let’s get you out of the sun,” she giggled.

She lowered him down to her bikini bottom, sliding him underneath the fabric and into contact with her womanhood. She sighed as he began a well learned routine of pleasuring her, and he had to admit it was a treat to be out of the sun…

…

Melinda opened the envelope, drawing out the Christmas card from Carmen. “Happy Holidays” it read, showing Carmen, in her lab coat, standing before a group of nurses and another Valkyrie, a young woman auburn haired woman named Cindy, who was being trained in shrinking abilities by Carmen following her own gene therapy.

“Over six hundred patients healed this year,” Melinda read, leaning back in her leather armchair as a cigarette smoldered between her fingers. She smiled, “good for you Carmen! And your own student…” she sighed and stubbed out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray, “she’s learning from a fine woman.”

…

“So for Christmas dinner the currently tiny patients get… fruit loops?” Cindy asked curiously.

“I’d like to grow them all back for the occasion, but with just the two of us it’s not in the cards,” Carmen said with a shrug, “just take out all but the red and the green ones, they only need like two or three each, trust me they’ll love it, food sucks at tiny size and some super processed sugar and food dye will really hit the spot.”

“Okay… before you go, did you stock up on receptor serum for me?” Cindy asked, biting her lip, “I just don’t want to get in a position where I can’t resize people over the holiday…”

Carmen chuckled, “there’s a little in the back, a nurse can ready it for you, but I don’t use that stuff much anymore. You’ve got to keep a clear head, mental peace, stability, all that good stuff.” She grinned, “if all that fails, Peter Pan it, find a happy thought and cling to it, it’s Christmas, it should be easy.”

Cindy beamed and nodded, “Okay Carmen, I will!”

“Don’t hesitate to call me in if you need something,” Carmen said, “I’m staying just outside of town, I can be here in an hour if I need to.”

“Spending the holidays with the Westwoods?” Cindy asked. She blushed a little, the tabloids were rife with rumors of the scandalous relationship that Kyle and Samantha had with the Valkyrie that had saved their lives and slain the World Serpent with them.

Carmen chuckled and rolled her eyes, “Yes, as a matter of fact I will be staying at Westwood manor for the next few days.”

“Who’s playing you in the movie?” Cindy blurted out.

Carmen started, “M-Movie!?”

“Yeah, after the whole thing with you three beating Jormungand the movie rights to the story were being bid on by all the big studios! Goblin’s media department has been teasing it for the last week!”

“Oh have they?” Carmen asked, fighting to keep from laughing.

…

“Carmen!” Samantha said excitedly, opening the door to greet the Valkyrie, who had a small suitcase behind her as she walked into the mansion.

“Movie,” Carmen deadpanned, turning to face her.

From Samantha’s sudden pale expression she could tell that whatever Cindy had heard had some truth to it, “S-So Goblin had some contacts in Hollywood, and they came up with some very interesting script treatments-“

Carmen sighed, waving her hand. Samantha squeaked as she disappeared, her clothing billowing around her as the Valkyrie walked through the entryway, bending down to pluck the tiny redhead up without at thought.

“Where’s Kyle?” Carmen asked.

“T-The gym!” Samantha yelped, squirming in the larger woman’s grip.

“No, seriously,” Carmen said, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s really down in the gym!” Samantha protested, “he’s been trying to get in shape, he felt kind of emasculated or something-“

“Okay red,” Carmen chuckled, stuffing Samantha down her shirt and tucking her into the folds of her bra, “let’s go see what Kyle’s been up to.”

…

Kyle shouted as the metal song reached its climax, giving him the extra boost he needed to finish his bench set. With a growl he let the bar catch on the bench’s safeties and sat up, enjoying the soreness in his chest.

“Oh my god it’s Hulk Hogan,” Carmen teased, strutting into the workout room with a grin. Kyle did look a little better since she’d last seen him, but just to mess with him she casually lifted the bar he’d been struggling with using a single arm, “starting out light for your warm up, good strategy,” she said with a smirk, letting the bar crash back down.

“Not all of us are Valkyries,” he said a little defensively, “where’s Samantha?”

“Lost in a deep dark valley,” Carmen smirked, “where you’re about to go if you don’t tell me about this movie nonsense.”

Like Samantha his face paled, “we thought it would be a fun surprise to bring up over Christmas dinner,” he began.

“I can’t believe you two started thinking about a goddamn movie without telling me,” Carmen chuckled, slowly walking towards Kyle and pinning him against the wall. “I’m not sure whether to be flattered or pissed.” She snapped her finger, and Kyle made a surprised squeaking sound as he dwindled into his workout clothes. A moment later a familiar hand reached in, fishing him out.

“W-We’d obviously never do it without your permission!” Kyle squeaked as Carmen rolled her eyes, bringing him around to her backside.

“Why don’t you cool off from that workout back here,” she said with a grin, sliding him into the crack of her panties. She clenched her cheeks around him once, silencing him and stifling any movements.

A movie… she chuckled again, looking around the workout room. With a grin she sauntered over to the treadmill, the motion no doubt causing her two prisoners to be buffeted by her jiggling flesh. A nice light jog should be a good punishment for those two. She typed the settings on the treadmill, of course for a Valkyrie a “light jog” was rather intense, and within a few minutes Samantha and Kyle would be soaked in her pheromone riddled sweat, both reduced to tiny horny little messes for her to play with.

Carmen grinned as she began jogging, life was good.