Sophie
Staring boringly at some utmost soporific late night talk show on tv, Sophie took another sip of wine while sitting at the kitchen counter.
She cocked her head – and focused her ears – when she heard faint noises scribble like a vexing itch beyond the blasting voice of the tv.
It came from the next room, the living room. It sounded like someone was sneaking about there.

It better not be you, Gard. Sophie's mind flashed images of that big-bellied interrogation officer, who also happened to be her former classmate in high school. A thing that clicked in her head when he greeted her with that characteristic creepy smile of his during the awkward meeting at the mall a few weeks ago. Sophie always had this feeling that she knew the guy from somewhere. Now she knows.
Gard Retard he was called by Sophie and her friends – a name well-deserved due to his inability to act accordingly during social calls, especially while faced with pretty girls. Now the guy was tailing her like a hyena prowling after wounded prey – waiting for the prime shot.
Sophie did not liked to be followed. She was afraid he knew to much things about her.
Out of instinct, Sophie grabbed a big knife out of the kitchen drawer and tiptoed towards the door. Having some lethal, sharp weapon in hand gave her more sense of safety than to rely on the magical stone attached to her ring. Which was actually quite ironic seeming the fact that this ring was capable of taking on an entire war fleet with ease. Dozens of manmade frigates were utterly shrunk down and added to Sophie miniaturized collection. It was only yesterday that Sophie played with them during a relishing session in her bathtub. Bobbing aimlessly in warm bathwater between Sophie's soaring thighs – jutted above the waterline – the greater part of the fleet was ordered to start a fight amongst themselves. A smaller portion was assigned to boob-duty, whereby they were commanded to batter Sophie's engorged nipples with everything they got. Barrages of infinitesimal missiles and bullets impacted harmlessly against Sophie's swollen nipples. Such erogenous tingling pumped them even harder.
This, combined with the realization – that she, as a single woman – had total domination over an entire shrunken war fleet was ample stimulation to make Sophie climb to a hefty climax.
Placing her hand on the doorknob, Sophie gently pushed the door open and peeked inside – with the knife firmly clutched in her hands.

What if its an armed burglar or something? Every fiber in her body urged her to hide and call the police. I can't. My daughters are still upstairs. Determined by her protective mother's instinct, Sophie took a muffled step and squinted her eyes to gaze into the darkness of her living room. A whispered curse followed after it sounded like someone was stumbling. She saw a dark silhouette skulk around the corner on the other side of the room. The part that leads to the backdoor. Sophie ignored the fear pumping violently through her veins and dashed forward – with knife in hand – and switched the lights on.

“Claire?!”

Sophie gaped slack-jawed to her first born daughter who stood frozen like a statue as she was about to take another step.
Claire gave a deep sigh, spun around and took off her hood while looking blankly at her mother. “Why are you holding a knife?” she frowned.

“Why are you all dressed up in black?” Sophie countered. “and sneaking about at a time like this? It's almost midnight for god sakes!”

“I know.”

“Yes, and…?” Sophie prodded for an explanation.

“I’m almost sixteen years old!” Claire stomped like a toddler.

“And still under my– hey! Where are you going?!”

Sophie bolted forward, chasing her daughter who rushed through the backdoor without saying a word. She was just in time to prevent the backdoor from slamming into her face after it was roughly pushed close by Claire. Squinting into the darkness, Sophie saw Claire's silhouette crunching over the pebbled path leading to the street.

“Stepping into this house will cost you a whole week of freedom!” Sophie shouted after.

“Not caring here.” Claire's fainting voice echoed through the night.

Unruly child.

Not entirely at peace that her fifteen-year-old daughter was roaming about in the middle of the night with God knows who, Sophie shrugged and stepped back inside.
She was about to turn off the tv and get ready to sleep when some footage caught her attention. Images were being shown, aerial images – taken with a drone – from the area know as Southern Heights. A fairly famous and quite impressive mountain range in the region. There was nothing left there but a vast brown crater – like the whole thing was excavated.
With a sly smirk, Sophie turned the tv off and went upstairs to her bedroom. She walked up to the glass cupboard to admire her collection of shrunken property. It grew out to a somewhat extensive display of miniaturized objects – brazenly shrunk down and snatched away by Sophie, to keep for her own. She had not really put effort in organizing it. She really should, though. Her cupboard started to become one stacked, cluttered mess of microtized cars and boats and houses. Almost everyday, Sophie went out into the open to start shrinking things.

The world felt like one big candy store to her now. She could take whatever she wanted – whatever she pleased. Although Sophie mainly focused on lifeless objects, she could not prevent collateral shrinkage to happen from time to time. Hundreds of unwitting Brobdingnagians ended up – shrunken down – in Sophie's clutches when she picked up whole buildings and ships. It became an addiction to her – to continually shrink down gradually larger and more majestic objects. She usually just placed them in her cupboard – not caring about the dozens of speck sized Brobdingnagians who came in with it, freely – and went on with the next project. Opening the cupboard, Sophie's hand reached out and took hold of a curved, steel object – which was significantly larger than the other objects. Wrapping her fingers around it, Sophie brought the miniaturized submarine in front of her curious eyes. A proud catch from her unprovoked attack on Naval base Green Hills earlier this month. After shrinking and catching the most worthy ships in the harbor, Sophie was about to paddle back to her car when some massive silhouette below the waterline caught her attention. A fully operational submarine floated by – right underneath her paddleboat. It did not get very far, though. For Sophie's powers ordered it to shrink it down to handheld size. Sophie was forced to dive into the water to catch it, for it floated to deep for her to just fish it out of the water with her arm. It was a small price to pay for such a beautiful reward. Sophie could only imagine the shocked reaction of the submarine's crew when, suddenly, the humongous face of a very pretty, auburn-haired woman doomed up right in front of them before collecting them in her greedy hand.
Sophie gently placed the submarine back in the cupboard and crouched down to come at eye level with a lower shelve. Stationed upon it lay sprawled out her latest capture. A rural village – containing a few thousands residents at most – freshly shrunk down last night. Sophie smiled as she saw various miniscule people pointing up at her and running into houses for shelter.

They will learn soon. To properly greet me. Their Goddess.
Sophie’s shrinking spree did not end there, though. She grew bold and tried her luck on something more majestic. Would it be possible to shrink down a whole mountain?
Next to the village lay a marble-sized object. Sophie picked it up – gently – and placed it on top of her index-finger while holding it in front of her eyes. A whole mountain range – many kilometers in wide and height – was now even less impressive than a pebble to her. While shrinking it, Sophie could have sworn she saw a few hikers in the distance – travelling with backpacks along a mountain path. These people must be like incredibly tiny right now.
She placed the mountain range back in the cupboard, closed it and took a look at her newly acquired terrarium – which stood there forlorn and completely empty on a side table. And she had no intention of buying any plants in the near future.
That thing could definitely use some inhabitants. Sophie pondered.
As a young child, Sophie had always fantasized about having her own miniaturized Queendom to rule over. This dream came true in her teens – when she came into the possession of several Lilliputian settlements and cities. She indulged in every thinkable scenario that came up in her twisted mind for years – all at the pitiful expense of billions of lilliputians. Things became boring after a while, though. However, now with this stone and its powers…
It opened up an innumerable amount of possibilities for her. Not only would it give her the opportunity to relive everything she enjoyed with the lilliputians, but she could do it with people who were once equal to her. How delightfully satisfactory it was to shrink down that vixen of a Melanie and make her do things she would never have done otherwise. She wanted to experience such a thing on a grand scale. Now that Sophie knew she was able to shrink down a whole mountain range she started to ponder about other possibilities. There was one thing she had dreamt about for some time now – shrinking an entire city. And while she's at it, why not the country's capital, right?