Shadows of The Dollmaker: Ch. 5 by Saffireprowler, literature
Literature
Shadows of The Dollmaker: Ch. 5
Location: Jodak's lab, Nova Polarisia. Ramaduka had been out of the office all week assisting Neya with the Tinerian Army, adjusting to her knee roll as their leader. On her way in, she had to walk past the door to Jodak's new laboratory, a huge dead as she had never had so much space for her work before. Approaching the door, it swung open and out stepped Morning Star in her gray jacket and patches, stopping at the entrance to stare at the younger Jennings girl, once again displaying how similar she and Nila were by appearance. "Master Shakko." Rammy stopped to greet her. "Jennings the Younger." Morning Star quietly returned the greetings. "You look more pissed off than usual." Rammy told her. "Your oversized friend found the new pass code to Izzy's lair. She thought she would help herself to new tech, much to the dismay of the dwarf in our employ." Morning Star said. "You mean Ktan?" Rammy asked. "Yes, yes, the lumbering court jester of ten meters. That Ktan of the very same." Replied Morning Star, slowly clenching a cigar between her lips and teeth, and removing a silver lighter from her jacket pocket. "Is she causing problems?" Rammy asked her. "You tell me, Einstein. You're the only person she's talked to in months." A grouchy Morning Star said before she lit her cigar. After losing her father and the disappearance of her mother; Ktan had entered into a prolonged state of depression. It was a cold fact that for as brilliant as she was, Ktan was often lost without her mother and father. With exception to official communication, Ktan had not said a word to anybody in the three months following her loss. Everyone, especially Rammy, thought of her often. "I hope she hasn't lost her mind." Rammy mentioned. "Maybe... Get your ass in there before someone loses their temper, because mine is burning right now, girl." Morning Star urged. Morning Star was rarely ever a pleasure to have in company- yet she always kept the relationship with other members of the unit very professionally and cordial when she wasn't irritated. She often let her voice come to a sandpaper-like roughness when she grew impatient, and yet with all of her roughness, she was respected by everyone because she was Fim's partner in the training circuit, always at the forefront of preparing the next generation of size soldiers. All of this went through Rammy's mind when she gave thought to the obvious order from her superior office, then the cloud of cigar smoke made her cough and fan her hand to blow it away from her face. "Get in there, Captain." Morning Star ordered her in a more abrupt and blunt manner. Rammy brushed past Morning Star, who began to chuckle quietly when the little Jennings entered. Pushing the door open, Rammy immediately set her curious yellow eyes upon giantess Ktan who was in her white suit, unzipped, and sitting on her knees and legs in front of Jodak who seemed to be excitable, to say the least. "What's going on in here?" Asked Rammy. Surprised by Rammy's entrance, Jodak let her guard down and greeted her. "I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised to see you when this monster is floating around my work area!" "Awww... Ktan isn't a monster..." Rammy replied as she walked over to them. "She's a giant monster." "Kekekekeke!" Ktan giggled- for the first time in months, probably. "Congratulations, you've managed to get Ktan into a higher spirit." Rammy applauded Jodak who held onto a clear plastic bag of fluid, the kind one would see attached to an IV system in a clinic- which was now swiped from her by Ktan's giant fingers. "Hey!!" "Tchah!" Ktan acknowledged her little superior and held the bag up to her face. "Give it back, beast!" Jodak groaned while she jumped for the bag in front of the giantess Ktan, prompting the latter to use her huge fist- now about the size of a person- to shove Jodak away like she was a small vermin. "Oof!" "But what is it? Ktan wouldn't do this if she wasn't acutely interested in what you have." Rammy mentioned. "Hey, big girl." Rammy addressed her giantess friend. Ktan waved down at her. "That girl..." Jodak grumbled and let out a sort of roar to vent her frustration. "I knew adding another Shamid to the roster was a disaster waiting to happen to us!" Izzy complained. "Ktan." Ktan corrected Izzy, pointed to herself and smiled. "Give it back, please!" Jodak demanded Ktan. "Yeah, give it back, big girl." Rammy joined Izzy in attempting to recover the item that Ktan has snatched from Jodak. And in an instant, Ktan felt regret and longing again, showing a defeated look and handing the back of fluid back to Jodak who was happy to have it back unharmed. "Thanks." "What is that, anyway?" Rammy asked Jodak who hurried to secure the fluid inside a lock box on her main desk. "It's too secret!" Jodak shot back.. "Fine I'll just ask Ktan!" Rammy taunted her. "Okay! Okay! Seeing as I can't win!" Jodak angrily replied after locking the box. "If you must know, that was my top secret Novodium-Ktan protocol." "Tchah!" Ktan acknowledged. Rammy's eyes went wide, her face lit up, and her smirk turned into a smile, then she pointed at Izzy. "I knew it! You were using her boob milk to supplement a growth serum! Hahaha!" As Rammy revealed her suspicion, Ktan clapped along with her and giggled as usual. "Kekekekeke!" "And how did you know that?!" Jodak questioned her. "I didn't, but I had a hunch, and judging by your choice of words, I was right! You're using this poor giant girl to make someone big! Is it Allie? She's grown up quite a lot!" Rammy responded. Jodak hadn't foreseen Rammy's tricky way of getting the story out. "You're just as tricky as Shamid is, do you know?" "Duh, we're a family of the same tribe. We didn't survive all of those centuries the size of a thumb by being ignorant." Rammy answered her then approached Ktan and gave her massive breasts, both dangling in front of her and almost touching the floor. "Hey big girl." "Her milk is the key. When it is ingested, it activates growth hormones in the body, usually supercharges their behavior. But when injected, the effect is less muted- and by that, if Ktan's lactation and a compound of Novodium is injected at the same time, growth effects become.more pronounced. The only problem is that it's not supposed to be instantaneous, which is what happened this morning." Explained Jodak. "Awww..." Rammy looked up at her giant friend. "She just wanted to grow a little bigger. So that's why you haven't been milking yourself lately, eh Jugs?" "Tchah!" Ktan agreed. "I have enough of her milk to last me a while if it's kept refrigerated. Each tit stores about three gallons of milk, and with every growth spurt Ktan endures, I've found that the effects of her milk become more serious. She was about to inject the formula into her body when I tried to intervene." Jodak continued to explain. "Big!" Shouted Ktan. "Hmmm... I milk myself everyday... I drink, I shrink. I find Ktan using her own dairy to be so fascinating." Said Rammy. "Besides, I should be thanking you, until now, Ktan was reticent and hardly spoke at all. Obviously you've triggered something in her." "Yes... Well... If she continues to grow, we may have a space issue." Jodak said. Rammy faces back up at her giant friend, ran her small hands up and down the front of her dangling left breast and spoke to her in their shared tongue. "Big girls do you want to go for a walk? I'll ride your shoulders." Ktan nodded and started to pick up Rammy. "Big!" "Fine then, get out of here! I'll open the back door for you two..." Jodak shouted as she flipped a switch on the nearby wall that opened a huge metal blast door for Ktan to walk through. "Izzy, it would be easy to keep Ktan under control if you would just listen to me from time to time." Rammy then spoke to the researcher who found difficulty with following yet another younger generation. "Ktan is more than willing to do what you tell her to." "Tchah!" Ktan agreed as she stood up and rose high above little Jodak. "If you and the others would just show her some more respect and treat her more politely, she wouldn't be such a big girl! She'd be more like Kitten's little girl." Rammy continued as she put her legs around the giantess Ktan's neck, sat on her shoulders and rubbed the giant head of beautiful yellow blonde hair as a giant rope braid ran underneath her and down Ktan's giant backside. "Isn't that right, Milk Jugs?" She asked her friend in a soft and cutesy voice. "Tchah! Rammy!" Ktan agreed. Then Rammy rested her cheek on the top of Ktan's head and continued stroking it. "I could be her shrunken companion forever. She has such a pure heart." Seeing Rammy riding Ktan's shoulders was new, but presented quite the picture of a powerful young giantess being tamed by a kind shrinking woman. In a sense, the image was what the Size Devils were always about and their predecessor unit. "Giantess wrangler, you are!" Jodak called Rammy. "Come on, big girl! Let's go for a walk!" Rammy pressed for Ktan to exit through the back door where a trail led up the mountain. As soon as Ktan stepped out and the door closed behind her, Ktan began to speak, more than she ever had in years- but she did so in English, a language which Rammy sometimes struggled with. When Ktan spoke her mother's language, she spoke with an extremely unusual dialect that she learned not from her mother- who sounded nothing like her- but from her Shiqaw tutor she had as a child. According to the late Peli Vallus, Ktan spoke with a Scottish tongue. "I hope you do not mind if I go on speaking my mother's tongue." Ktan initiated the conversation, which shocked Ramaduka to hear. "I don't think I've ever heard you say more than ten words at a time. I struggle with English." Said Rammy. "Ever since the tragedy that had rocked me and taken much of the light from my life, I have struggled to cope with the change in my circumstance- I confess to you, littlest sister Ramaduka, that I am at a loss with what to do. In my mind, I know that the logical step would be to let the events unfold naturally, but in my heart, I feel the strong yearning to be proactive." Said Ktan. "I... Think that I understand?" Rammy replied in her difficult English. "You wish to- how to say- find your mum?" "Article five of our charter dictates that no assignment is to be undertaken without the prior authorization of the Commandant unless the assignment is either a matter of survival or mitigating an impending disaster. Neither of these shall apply to my wishes, but that is where I have a favor to ask of you." Ktan continued. "Slow it down, I am not sure that I understand? You need my help?" Rammy interrupted. Ktan sighed. "Yes, little Human companion. I wish to find my mother, and I wish to bring her back. I dream that she is still alive, I feel it within me. I know she is out there, and I feel that she is in great peril." Ktan continued. "I am lost." Rammy said to her. "When the time arrives, and it shall one day arrive, I wish to be the one sent out to save my mother. I shall set out on a journey to recapture a lost comrade with or without permission." Ktan replied. "I think I understand that. But... Maybe Commandant will not like it?" Rammy suggested to her. "I am sure to be reprimanded if I go out on my own, but there are higher callings than to simply be bound by restrictions. When I learn of my mother's whereabouts, I want you to cover for me." Ktan stated. "Ktan, I really don't understand half of what you're saying." Rammy then switched back to Light. But Ktan continued in English. "By speaking her language, I feel close to my mother." "I understand that." Said Rammy. "Yes..." Ktan then smiled. "Yes...." She repeated. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Rammy suddenly said in Light. "I've known you for over ten years and I could never get you to say more than ten words! Not even being fucked by every male in the room could get you to sing! But when you finally speak the language of the Human, I can't get you to fucking shut up or slow down?!" "It's my preferred language, and I ask that you not tell anyone, for I shall emphatically and categorically deny this. Then I shall come for you, disavow your betrayal, put on a brief period of half-hearted disgust with you and refuse to acknowledge your existence, and possibly forgive you at a time which I perceive to be inconvenient for you to hold a conversation." Ktan said. "Now you tell me that?!? What the fuck!!!" Rammy became incensed that her tribe sister kept such a secret for long long from her- further demonstrating her commitment to Zanzhi silence and total secrecy. Rammy realized she had seen a different side of Ktan just then. "So... That giant, playful girl with a pension for being tit-fucked... Is that the real side of you?" "Sex!!" Ktan then bellowed, her powerful voice carried all over the mountain. It seemed that the demure and silly side of her returned. Ktan continued walking up the trail with Rammy on her shoulders, never speaking another word the rest of the way, as though the conversation had never taken place. Rammy said nothing further as well, as she practically spent the entire ride with her jaw agape, eyes shot open, amazed that Ktan had opened up the way that she did. Perhaps there was truth to the high IQ she claimed to have, after all.
Shadows of The Dollmaker: Ch. 4 by Saffireprowler, literature
Literature
Shadows of The Dollmaker: Ch. 4
Location: Location unknown, Human Leyland. Several days later. Theo thought that she was walking alone in a long and dark tunnel, hearing multiple voices talking off in the distance. That was what she dreamed right when she awakened to the sound of a female whispering. As her eyes opened, she observed that a black-haired young woman with blue eyes was gazing down at her curiously. Decked out in some bastardized version of an obvious Alice In Wonderland style dress of blue and white, the woman looked surprised when Theo awakened and promptly lurched for her neck and squeezed it. For such a small woman, Theo surprised the other with her unbreakable grip and tremendous grip. While she struggled for air and desperately fought to break free of Theo's hand without success, she was forced into a wall as Theo had climbed out of bed and rammed her into it. At the least, the young woman was now terrified of Theodora, as she demonstrated a new level of ferocity for a tiny person. Theodora had her neck pinned against wall so hard, her fingers were like steel wires. It happened to be that in her traumatic recent experiences, Theodora awakened at a level of pissed off she had never been, and was prepared to kill anyone or anything to break free from the clutches of her captors. She hardly remembered the last few days, and the moment that she was captured, yet she remembered fighting vigorously to her last ounce of energy, and in her stupor, the innocent girl was a threat to her still. Then as she had her trapped, Theo started to come down from her survival high and was knocked out by something very heavy that struck her on the back of her head. It frees the girl in blue and white, and Theo almost immediately comes back. "Unnhhhh.... Ohhh.... My head...." She grumbled, tottering on her left side with her eyes closed. "My headddddd....." Theodora had been struck in the head by another girl who was inside the room with them that she never saw. "My freaking head!!! Owwwww!!!!!" Theo started to rage and that rage became sorrow as she had images of her friends and her family, her daughter and husband especially, flashed by in her memory. "Tom.... Toooommmmmmm!!!! Why-hyyyyyyy!!!!!! She wailed. "Ktaaaannnnnnn!!!!" And then Theodora cried words in Zanzhi, as if to call to her deceased husband of more than twenty years, and to her daughter. It was this sudden change of language that spared Theo's life, for the woman who had knocked her out was ready to break her neck and was even getting into her knees to do the deed. But hearing the poor battered little soul speak such a familiar language, made the tiny Shiqaw girl change heart and shake Theo until she opened her eyes. "What?! What?!?! Can't you see, In mourning!!!!" Theo wailed at them in English again. And when Theo saw an obvious Shiqaw woman, or perhaps Zanzhi woman, gazing at her with beautiful indigo eyes, that familiar golden blonde hair, and the famous Shiqaw smile, her eyes shot open and she scrambled onto her feet and backed into a wall. She had gasped loudly and appeared to be beyond a state of confusion to the two girls. Meanwhile, the girl in blue and white was still contending with a bruised neck and diminished air supply in recovery. Theodora clutched her chest and felt her heart racing, and then she realized that her fingers had taken folds of fabric between them- apparently having been dressed up. "Where am I?!" She snapped to reality with a demand.  "My goodness, lady! You could've killed me!" The girl in blue and white complained to her before letting out a dry cough. "Sorry, it comes naturally to me now." Theo apologized to her while her confused blue eyes shot across the room like lasers, noting the fake nature of everything inside of it, the many molding marks on obvious plastic furniture. "Dollhouse!" She said the first thing on her mind. "Yes... You're... In a freaking... Dollhouse..." Coughed the other girl. Theodora's heart began to calm, and she shook her head while she tried to shake off the many pains and aches throughout her tiny body. "What!!!" She yelled. "Uumanogg!" The Shiqaw girl blurted to her in native Shiqaw. "Yes.... I'm Human..." Theo grunted as she sighed and tried to regain her composure. "And you are a shrunken Shiqaw girl, judging by your emphasis on the end of the word." "She doesn't... Understand our language..." Said the woman in blue. "Uumanogg!" Again the Shiqaw girl blurted. Theodora concluded that she had unintentionally attacked the other girl in a bid to kill her. Sensing horrible guilt, she quietly approached her and offered her hand down at the woman who was on her knees and hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that to you... My name is Them- actually, my name doesn't matter." She introduced herself half-heartedly. "You almost broke... My neck... Bitch!" The girl growled at her. "I can be, so are you gonna take the hand or not? I said I was sorry, don't make me take it back." Theo said to her. "Uumanogg!!" The Shiqaw girl said for a third time. "She says that a lot!" The girl in blue stated as she took Theo's hand and got on her feet again. "It means 'Human' in Shiqaw, and in another language too..." Theo explained, trying to maintain secrecy about the Zanzhi tribe. "You speak her language?" Asked the girl. "Hmph!" Theo smirked. "A little..." Then she turned to the Shiqaw girl who was a little larger than her and the other girl. "Shiqaw, no? We share a common language, you and I?" "Yes, Kyrzan Shiqaw, I am." The girl introduced herself. "Kyrzan? One of my closest friends is a Kyrzan Shiqaw, her name is Shamid." Theo explained to her. "Sister Shamid is a hero to the people of Kyrz. She trounced the evil Empress of Jakabar and stuck her tongue out at her in defiance." The girl replied, which made Theo realize that she was probably better off not mentioning Shamid. "I am Yasha." She introduced herself to Theo, the two of them throwing arms around each other. As the two hugged, Theo gave an assurance glance to the other girl and then a wink. "What?" She was asked. "Her name is Yasha. She's a Kyrz Shiqaw." Theo explained. "Oooohhhhh!!" Said the other girl. "I thought 'Yasha' was 'food' or something like that." "No that's just Yasha telling you that Yasha needs the food or something else." Theo explained, being all too familiar with Shiqaw culture and letting go of Yasha. "I'm Alicia Norse. I guess if this big lug likes you, you must be cool." The other girl introduced herself to Theo. "Alicia? Well that explains the obvious getup. You sure you didn't shrink down in size because of some weird fantasy?" Theodora questioned her. Alicia had smiled for Theo, yet when the topic of her size reduction was brought up, the smile slipped away as though Theo had unknowingly opened a wound that hardly started to heal. "It was the virus." She confirmed, as Theo suspected. "Yeah, I know all about it." Theo responded. "I can see that." Alicia answered, believing that Theo was also another victim of the virus. "Just call me Kitten." Theo told the two, preferring to hide her real name at first, hoping that she could avoid becoming a high profile prisoner of her own size. "Okay, Kitten. Welcome to the dollhouse." Alicia officially welcomed their new house mate. Theo checked her clothes out, she was wearing an extremely skinny pink dress made out of a stiff polyester, and in a way, resembled a kitchen apron more than anything. Her mega cleavage was on full show, and Theo sensed envy from Yasha who couldn't get her curious blue eyes away from them. "How did this get on me?" She asked the other two. "Err... You see, it's... I don't know how I am to explain this." Alicia muttered. Theo next looked at Yasha while her hands tugged on the straps holding her top by her shoulders. "Yasha? Where am I?" She asked her. "Sha!!!" Yasha grabbed Theo's hand and she hurried out of the room and down a steep stairway made of pine and over to the door of the dollhouse where she swung open the door and pointed outside. "What? Are you afraid of what's out there?" Theo asked when she stepped out of the front door and saw the huge room beyond. It seemed there were multiple dollhouses, and the room was lined with book cases and boxes, as if it were an old toy room with numerous large windows behind white curtains. As Theo stepped out, she alerted a huge dog that entered the room through an open door and began to bark loudly. Theo had to cover her ears and before the giant mutt could approach them, Theo was swiftly pulled in by Alicia and Yasha slammed the door shut. The barking was incessant and hurt their tiny ears. "Aghhh!!! Does this freaking mutt ever shut the hell up?!?" Theo yelled. "Give it a minute!!" Alicia yelled back. Then for a moment the dog stopped its barking, only to jump up and peer over the table into the dollhouse at the tiny girls, where it continued to bark and its saliva began to shoot through the windows which were all open and never closed. Theo and Alicia received their fair share of giant globs of dog drool, so they had to step away as the dog tried to lean in closer and continued to bark. Yasha stepped in front of them as they hid in a corner of the living room. Theo wasn't afraid, she had taken on many giants far larger than herself- but Alicia was terrified, and Yasha, in her brave show of protectiveness, was no less terrified. Seeing their scared little eyes, Theo understood that those two were living lives of torment and the dollhouse was nothing less than a prison for shrunken victims of Other Way Out. "That dog is the devil." Alicia mumbled with trembling breath. "Hmph!" Theo grunted and broke away from the group. "That's because none of you have actually seen a devil." The dog had ceased its loud barking and had climbed down from the table to return to its resting spot in the hallway outside the door. Theo poked her head out of the window and spotted it plopping down like a guard dog. "Huh! Only a mad man would set us up like this..." She groused." "Err... A mad woman." Said Alicia. "Huh!" Theo chuffed as she looked back from the window. "You're saying a woman is keeping you two locked up in here?" Theo questioned them, furrowing and eyebrow. Alicia nodded while she was being held by Yasha who seemed to feel like a sort of protector. "Yasha? Who is this big bad woman that I am being told about?" Then when asked. Yasha shook her head, signalling the level of discomfort she felt just by answering the inquiry. "Dollmaker." "Yeah, that's it, The Dollmaker." Alicia agreed.. "Hmmm... I gotta get out of this place." Theo quietly said to herself and turned back to face out the window again. "I'm leaving, if any of you wish to spring free of this prison-" "If you leave and she finds out when she comes to collect us for her rituals, she'll probably kill us both. Please don't leave." Alicia suddenly begged Theo and broke away from Yasha to approach her. "There used to be many of us, but whenever someone attempted to leave, she would kill a few to set an example. Please don't try this, Kitten. I beg you!" Theo didn't believe in monsters anymore, as she was more of a monster as a student of Fim. Yet when she saw the terror in Alicia's little blue eyes, and saw that Yasha was shaking her head, quietly murmuring to her in Shiqaw not to go, the protector inside Theo, the mother within, let alone the Size Devil, began to bear its teeth and growl for action. The two women were terrified out of their minds and obviously didn't believe Theo could bust them out. So she opted to take it slowly and employ a strategy. "Please, don't do this to us." Alicia continued to beg her. "Okay, I'll stay here." Theo relented. "Oh! Thank you!" Alicia exclaimed. "But!" Theo then pointed her finger at Alicia. "If you think for one second that I'm going to be handled by some giant bitch, you have another thing coming! And another thing, I don't take orders from anyone here!" She exclaimed then looked at Yasha and repeated herself in her language. "Do you hear me, Shiirkah? I don't take orders, and I'm not going to let The Dollmaker handle me like a plaything!" Yasha nodded with a nervous expression glued to her face. "Someone needs to teach you girls how to be size warriors, and not shrunk victims." Theo remarked to Alicia.
Shadows of The Dollmaker: Ch. 3 by Saffireprowler, literature
Literature
Shadows of The Dollmaker: Ch. 3
Location: Maia's lab, Nova Polarisia. "Captain Alysa Yeo!" Allie greeted Dr. Silver with a friendly salute when she stepped into Maia's lab wearing her workout clothes of black joggers and a white sports bra that looked too small for her bust size. "Oh, dearest little Allie! You know I don't require the formalities, hon!" Maia laughed as she spun around on her stool at the computer. Allie revered Maia and Hana greatly. While Hana was a great athlete as Allie was, Maia was a pioneer in size change sciences, and was beginning to be known as the Shrink Doctor internationally for her theories and works. As such, foreign governments made her a top priority for arrest, and Maia enjoyed the attention and failed efforts to have her captured. Wearing a white lab coat over her white suit, Maia appeared like she was the world's largest doctor, and when she arose from her stool, she stood at nearly three times Allie's height. "Are you ready, my little friend?" She kindly asked her, stroking Allie's copper red hair. "I've been ready for four years!" Chuckled Allie. "Oh... And these?" Maia asked as she gave Allie's bust a squeeze with one hand, being large enough to caress the entirety of them so simply. "Think they'll grow too?" Allie inquired. "Hmmm... The test formula is only designed with actual bodily growth in mind. So if your titties do get bigger..." Maia paused and winked at Allie. "Then... All the sexier you'll be." "I hope so!" Allie said. The formula was a secretive injection that Maia, Izzy, Lynka, and Narb had been researching and developing for years. The chemical composition was a total secret to everyone else, and it was meant to be injected into a person and cause their body to grow not just taller, but overall larger. It would essentially aid, speed up, and augment their present growth spurts from repeated exposure to size tech. Peli originally approved the experiment, but Nila asked for it to be prioritized. Allie, hoping to one day be giant like Saffron or even Maia, was only too eager to be the guinea pig. She had grown to six feet and one inch tall in her four years wearing the suit- eight inches of increase. She craved size like no other Size Devil did, more so than she craved monster boobs like her team mates had, and she desired those deeply. "I have to prepare the formula." Maia told her as she assembled a syringe and searched for the experimental drug that she kept in a drawer- but couldn't remember which. "How much bigger will this make me? Seven feet? Eight feet? Oh, please tell me it'll make me huge! I want to be bigger than all the boys! Imagine, me bigger than my two brothers... I'm almost there." Allie showed her excitement as she stood still, only barely. "Hmm... I seemed to have misplaced it. It'll be a moment." Maia assured her as she searched the many drawers. "Giantess Allie Yeo! Biggest redhead in the world! Giant boobs! Giant smile!" Allie continued to daydream. "I wonder if the boys will be scared of me..." "Honey..." Maia then turned to face her. "You aren't into boys." She reminded Allie. "But as a giantess I'll be! Yep! I think every boy will have to look up at me soon! I'll be much bigger than they are! And I'll be impossible to beat at volleyball!" Allie said. "Ahah!" Maia exclaimed as she found the small bottle of growth formula in a drawer. "I can't remember why I put that in there, but this is it!" "Are you sure?" Allie questioned Maia who flicked the bottle with her finger and read the label. "Yep! Delivered last night from Izzy!" Maia responded. Allie plopped down onto a large chair- one especially built for someone who was between seven feet and eleven feet tall, and patiently waited for the injection to be administered. Maia caught a glimpse of Allie's giant boobs bouncing in her sports bra and became aroused by it. "I really want those..." She admitted. "But, Commander... Yours are the biggest of any Human in the world!" Allie said. Maia sighed. "I know... Still... What's the use if they aren't as fun as playing with someone else's." Maia admitted as she turned away to fill the syringe with the formula. "Are you and Hana getting married to Nairys, now?" Allie asked after a few moments of quiet. "Yeppers! The Commandant is marrying us in a month!" Maia answered. "Did you know that she married Hana and I when she was still the bad girl?" "Oh?" Allie murmured. "Mhmm! Nila always liked us and she was the Empress of Jakabar at the time. But Tiger and I are so excited! Nairys is so cute!" Maia excited herself as she approached Allie with the syringe of the clear growth formula. "Okay before I inject you, we need to go over something." "Okay!" Allie turned serious as she listened carefully. "For this formula to work, we may need to give you a zap to a larger size. The Novodium plasma may charge the growth formula and instigate the growth cycle." Maia said. "Okay? Anything else?" Allie asked her. "If at any time you experience any nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, disorientation, dizziness, vertigo, fever, headache, back ache, joint ache, tooth ache, ear ache, stomach ache, or heart ache, you need to consult with your doctor- me or Tarten." Maia answered. "Well let's hope I don't." Allie said. "Furthermore if you experience any of the following, you need to speak with Tarten or myself. Abdominal bleeding, internal bleeding, cramping, menstruation, involuntary pelvic movement, onset severe horniness, hot flashes, mood swings, loss of recent bets, a reduction in size, tape worm, photosensitivity, rashes, warts, blemishes, boils, hives, or even a change in your taste buds that makes everything taste like shitty fountain Coke- you need to speak with us." Maia advised further. "Oh, and if your eyes start to change color, you hear noises, begin seeing an old man playing a trumpet, and you feel the sudden urge to make love to a mountain goat- you need to see Tarten about that, because I can't help you with that one." "What... The... Fuck...?" An incredulous Allie responded with a very disturbed look on her face. " "And... If you should at any time discover a misplaced lime in your refrigerator that you deem necessary to get busy with-" "What the hell are you smoking, Goddess?" Chuckled Allie. "There is no laughing matter, Miss Yeo. Our research indicates that very unusual side effects may occur." Said Maia. "Shall we begin?" "Sure... But, I'm a bit worried about the cramping and bleeding..." Allie replied with a slight deal of hesitation. "That's nothing dear, death is always a possibility." Maia assured her with a wink. "Great." A nervous Allie muttered. "No worries love, it's only minor mortis, or death minor." Maia joked as Allie truly started to reconsider the shot until it was too late. Maia rubbed a bare spot on Allie's freckled shoulder with rubbing alcohol and then she took the syringe into her hand and gently puncture Allie's skin, injecting experimental growth formula into her body. Allie took it well, having never been truly bothered by needles. With one dose injected into her bloodstream, Allie didn't immediately feel anything and made mention of it. "I don't feel myself growing." "Ohoh! Miss Yeo, you won't! Your body will grow bigger naturally, and most spurts will occur during your sleep!" Maia explained to her. "Dang... I was kinda hoping for spurts like Ktan. She giggles and she grows in size!" Said Allie. "No matter!" Maia said, putting the empty syringe down onto the counter behind her, taking her emerald green eyes away from Allie while the later felt a sudden growth spurt as she sat in the chair. "Unnhhhh!!! I'm growing!!!" She moaned. Maia thought that Allie was kidding around. She properly disposed of the syringe into a biohazard container and then removed the light green nitrile gloves that she wore on her hands over her suit. When she turned to face Allie, she observed for herself that Allie had grown larger. Her butt filled out the chair, and she was sweating profusely, hyperventilating from the onset hot flash of the growth. "Oh shoot..." She said. "Err... H-hi, Dr. Silver." A worried Allie waved at her. "Allie... I didn't..." Maia murmured when she couldn't believe what she had seen. "I grew bigger." Allie said to her, bearing a very nervous smile. "I see that." Maia agreed, stepping around to Allie's front. "Is it done?" "I think so." Allie responded as she stood up. "The scale, now." Maia ordered her. Allie didn't seem to be much larger to Maia who towered above her at just under fourteen feet tall. Allie rushed to the nearby height scale along the wall in Maia's lab. It measured in meters, centimeters, millimeters, yards, feet, and inches: and with her back against the wall, Allie prepared to be measured by Maia who brought the bar down to the top of her head and read the reading. "Six feet, four inches." "I grew three inches! It worked!" Allie proclaimed. "I didn't think its effects would be so instantaneous." Maia admitted. "Ohhhh!!!! I'm going to be a beautiful giantess someday soon!!! I'll be bigger than all of the men!!!" Allie continued to daydream about being many times bigger than the world's tallest man. "Yeah! I'll be a freaking giantess!" "Not so fast, Alysa." Maia interrupted the party going on in her mind. "As turned on by this and the constant sight of your mega cleavage is to me, work comes first. I'm afraid we need to sample your blood and investigate why the formula caused instant enlargement." "Oh! But isn't it good enough that it worked?!" Allie groaned. "Nope! I better let Izzy know we are on the way!" Maia said. Maia took Allie's hand and promptly escorted her through the back of her lab toward a door separating it from Izzy's lab. That was when Nat happened to walk into the room, and she was about to get their attention, however, her demure nature stopped her when Maia continued to speak to Allie unaware of the guest behind her. "Maybe if we zap you it'll exaggerate the effects." "That would be great! I grew! Maia I actually grew in an instant! Oh I'm so turned on by this!" Allie sighed at Maia, giggling and imagining the possibilities with her if she could continue to increase in size. Nat had heard the remarks and was sad that she missed Allie's growth spurt. She had held her breath when she listened to the conversation and finally let it out, clutching her chest and backing up against the wall beside the doorway. "Why am I so aroused by Allie's growth spurts?" She asked herself. "Hello, Giant Mother Lieutenant Fairleigh." Nat jumped a little when she heard the voice. She had unknowingly packed against the same wall that only a few feet away was where a Giant Tinerian soldier, two feet taller than Nat, posted herself. Nat looked up to the mighty blonde woman in green who smiled down at her. "Giant...? Don't you get tired of calling shorties like me 'giant'?" She asked her. "No." The Guard replied. "Did she really grow? Allie?" Nat asked the woman. The woman nodded. "Oh my... I gotta... Get a move on." Nat mumbled. "Do not worry, Giant Mother Lieutenant Fairleigh." The Tinerian Guard said to her, then when Nat looked up at her, she watched the Guard signal herself zipping up as though to imply she would say nothing of their encounter. "T-thanks..." Nat muttered and stepped out of the lab.
Shadows of The Dollmaker: Ch. 2 by Saffireprowler, literature
Literature
Shadows of The Dollmaker: Ch. 2
Location: Eastern Coastline, Human Leyland. A day later. Theo's memory of her crash landing from the air transport was foggy at its best. She blacked out from exhaustion on a beach somewhere in the world, and that was all that she knew of her situation. When she came to, she had been passed out for longer than a day, weak, cold, naked, and covered with injuries. Her world seemed to be dark, part of which was because it was mostly buried in sand. She dug herself out of the sand and shook her hair to release the gigantic sand particles from it. That was before she had noticed a huge sandcastle over her head. She brushed her hair with her fingers splayed, and worked on removing the knots until she stopped and let her tiny lapis blue eyes roll upward. Sand from within dropped onto her, some of the pebbles were a little sharp and scared her skin. "Err...?" Theo then froze for a second, turned every direction and saw that there were children outside of the sandcastle, laughing and having fun on the beach. Giant bare feet walked by the many exits and it seemed that Theo was largely unnoticed somehow. But of course, at her size, and with her skin color, she blended with her sand easily. She was somewhat impressed that someone took the time and effort to hollow out the sandcastle under which she stood, and she had four exits to choose from. Starving, cold, naked, small, and feeling worse than she ever had before, Theo backed up against a wall in the sandcastle and considered her options. Most people would not have handled her circumstance well, however, Theo's survival skills thanks to her years of knowing experts in the field, had begun to take over. While she pondered her escape and her return home, she was rudely interrupted by a gigantic trowel that lurched inside the sandcastle and started to dig up the higher spot in the sand where Theo had emerged from. One of the claws had barely missed her. "Hey, what gives?!" She shrieked. This caused panic in an oblivious giant child with green eyes who now noticed the shrunken woman in the sandcastle. The trowel was immediately dropped and abandoned, and the child began to cry for her parents. "Mommy!! Daddy!!" "Will someone shut that brat up?!" Theo yelled on her way out of the sandcastle where a large number of giant eyes scoped her out, suddenly drawing silence from a small gathering of people near her. "Jeez! Can't a shrunk woman get some privacy around here?!" She yelled and stomped her foot in the sand. People had seen enough. The worry that Theo was diseased by OWO and contagious was enough for them to panic and stir about, attempting to sever contact with Theodora who stood at the entrance to the sandcastle with her hands on her hips and her face showing her impatience. "What?! Is it something I said?!" She mocked them. She hadn't noticed the crab that spotted it, being several times her size, it crawled toward her hoping to mince the little woman and eat her. When she saw the white crab approaching, she attempted to gain distance on it, yet was unable to get far enough away from its huge pincers which reached out to her hand and gripped the shrunken Human easily. "Hey!! What gives!! Let me go!!" Pinched between the crab's right pincers, Theo grunted and pushed to try to break free. She noticed the panicking normal-sized Humans who were running away from her still, even managed to chuckle at their stupidity. "Ohoh! Yeah! Don't help the shrinky dink! I'm only a walking vector to you all!" She shouted and then slammed her fist against the bottom pincer when she couldn't move. "Dammit! Let me go! I'll kick your ass!" Then the crab started to apply pressure onto Theo's mid-section. "Arghhhh!!!!" She bellowed. The pincer moved Theodora closer to the mouth of the crab, closer to being devoured and killed. But Theo still had a chance to sleep free of her predator. When she was close enough, with diminishing breath, Theodora sent the ball of her left foot straight into the antenna of the crab above its mandibles with every ounce of fighting force she had left in her, and she did it multiple times until the beast let go of its shrunken prey. "Fuck you, you son of a bitch!!!" She shouted. Theo was dropped onto the sand and the crab limped away from Theo, allowing for her to catch her breath and retrain her thoughts on the events unfolding around her. As the scene cleared out, she noticed that a normal man had fallen onto his bottom when he tried to get away from Theo. She grumbled a low noise and ignored him when she walked away from the crab that attacked her. She spotted a small picnic scene on a red and blue towel on the sand nearby and beneath an umbrella, then darted right toward it. "Potato salad!" Theo was so starved that the threat of a giant Human man who was holding up another closed umbrella to flatten her didn't matter. She continued to hurry for the massive bowl and the umbrella came crashing down behind her, tossing up massive bits of sand, but not phasing her one bit. "Oh! Look at that! A brazen, gutsy, little girl who isn't afraid of you! Would ya look at that!" Theo mocked him before the umbrella came down a second time, striking the sand within an inch of her back, causing her to leap forward and onto the edge of the square dish that contained homemade potato salad. "Hey! I'm still here!" Theo again mocked her attacker as she sat on the edge of the dish, blowing a raspberry up at his and thumbing her nose at him. "Woah! Wooooaaahhhh!!!!" Theo crashed her tiny body into the potato salad after she lost her balance. No matter to her, she gleefully started to gobble the food as she hadn't eaten in over a week. "Oh my word, pal! This is delicious shit!" She said while she stuffed her face. "Gahh!!! You little diseased freak!!!!" The man shouted down at her. "That's not nice!" Theo told him with her mouth and hands full of potatoes. Then the giant umbrella struck the side of the dish like a golf club, sent the dish, food, and tiny Theodora flying for several yards. By some stroke of luck, Theo remained in the dish with the potato salad even after it landed, and she continued to not care. "That didn't hurt, pal!!" She called. Seeing tiny Theo unfazed by the impact and still managing to chow on the food, the man became enraged until his wife came to stop him. Theo ignored the world and blissfully chowed even as a steady shadow of the lid that fit over the dish grew larger over her. Then the lid came down upon it, and sealed tiny Theodora inside, leaving her to punch and kick weakly at the inside of the lid. "What gives!!! Let me out!!! Hellooooo!!!" While she struggled, Theodora was unknowingly taken by a man who had spotted her from his spot on the beach as panic arose from her presence. He walked off with her and the dish in hand, constantly keeping his head on a swivel to make sure that no one had seen him as he exited the beach and worked his way around a small park where he brought the dish to a man who was seated at a table playing chess by himself. "Mr. Sbarro! Mr. Sbarro!" "What is it?!" Mr. Sbarro grumbled when his game was interrupted by his lackey. "I have a tiny woman!" The man replied and held the dish up for Mr. Sbarro to observe Theodora attempting to push the lid off with her weak and exhausted little legs. Mr. Sbarro reached for a wad of cash that was in his suit pocket and handed it over to the man who worked for him. "We were never here." He insisted. "No sir!" The other man acknowledged and walked away. "Oooh! This little one is gonna fetch top dollar! I can already tell!" Mr. Sbarro excitedly told himself as he waltzed away with Theo and the dish until he reached a black van and climbed into the passenger seat. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Unknown to Theodora, she was now a product on the black market, and was about to receive a price tag. When Mr. Sbarro sat in the passenger seat of the van, his driver handed him a large glass bottle after pulling the cap off of it. Mr. Sbarro took the bottle in hand while the driver reached behind his seat, pulled the lid off of the dish, and promptly received a tongue-lashing from Theodora. "Look pal!! I'm may be fucking small- woooaaahhhh!!!!" Mr. Sbarro had promptly slid Theo from her dish into the glass bottle and after she landed, took a small cotton ball from his driver and dropped it into the bottle with Theo, and she instantly recognized the ether odor coming from it. "Oh no! What is this, science class?!" She asked. "Nighty-night, little girl!" Mr. Sbarro waved down to little Theo with his finger as he capped the bottle and she began to fade out of consciousness from the ether. "You're gonna make me rich! Hahahahaaaa!!!!" "I..... Hate......... Men............" Theo mumbled when she lost consciousness.
Shadows of the Dollmaker: Ch. 1 by Saffireprowler, literature
Literature
Shadows of the Dollmaker: Ch. 1
Location: Size Shrine, Nova Polarisia The next day. One of the many projects the Size Devils had planned for the island was to build a huge shrine to honor those who have changed size, big or small. While it was partly designed to resemble a Japanese shrine, inspired by Hana Minami who looked to her ancestry for a sense of direction, the builders had to make several compromises for an island in the arctic and for limited access to authentic materials. Even then, everyone understood that the significance of the structure was priceless. Thirty foot Ktan would have no issues stepping into any room, and the structure was built with further size progression in mind. Yet a normal person would find it totally accessible. Hana and Maia have their final approval with Commandant Nila by their side, and the contractors from Human territory- who were investigated thoroughly and spied upon for longer than a year, had arrived to collect payment. "It's huge!" One of the contractors said as he gawked at the gorgeous woodwork. "The women are huge!" His son joked with Maia and Hana towering far above them and taking in the sights. Nila and newcomer Kyrax entered the room with them, both dressed in their gray military jackets. "Gentlemen!" Nila greeted them, prompting giantesses Hana and Maia to observe a conversation between smaller beings. "You look lovely today-" "I've had one of our giantesses load your vessel with your payment. As agreed upon, your Jakaki silver bullion." Nila said to them. "Perfect! We hope to do business again with you soon." Said the contractor who was being polite to Nila, who was often rough with outsiders. "Fine, but right now I need you two to piss off." She said, motioning for them to leave with a tilt of her head. "Well... Emm... Okay, good day, ladies." The contractor said while he and his son walked past the two and left without further remarks. Kyrax was somewhat out of the loop as the project had begun before she ever set foot on the island- so she made her first steps toward following them until Nila blocked her with her hand. "They've been thoroughly checked. They're good... This time." "Understood." Kyrax relented. "Are we happy, ladies?" Nila asked Maia and Hana.. "It's very nice!" Maia cheered its construction. "I love it!" Hana announced, giggling as she finally was able to partake somewhat in her ancestors' culture in a very diluted and strange way. "Hana, you are not in uniform, jackets or your suit." Nila noticed, as Maia was in her suit. "Planning to dedicate your first day here to the practice?" "Yes, Commandant." Hana said while she stood tall and beautiful in an authentic purple, violet, magenta, and black kimono that she had made custom for her many years before as a Micronaut, infused with Parallaxium for easy resizing for when she grew taller. "Very well, I'll stop in soon to partake. Right now I think I'll join Dr. Silver and Tarten, and see if she can pick up psychometric readings of Theodora." Nila stated, which Maia understood to be a command which she obeyed and followed the Commandant out of the shrine. Kyrax too began to follow, but a giant sword that was bigger than she was had blocked her exit out of the large doorway. It was Hana's custom Katana that she also had custom made, adorned in the same colors as her kimono, and trained with. Hardly a master swordsman like Fim or Morning Star, she kept it mostly for ceremonial purposes and the occasional mission. And while Kyrax was stopped, for a moment she could see her facial reflection in the edge of the weapon. "I didn't dismiss you, Lynxie." Hana said. As Hana was a Commander and a boss, she could hold the newcomer easily. Only a higher rank or more senior Devil could override Hana, but when Kyrax gazes up at her wondering what the stop was about, she learned that it was Hana's turn to teach her something useful as a new Nova Polarisian resident. "Commander?" She said. "You're now a mercenary of size, but you have yet to learn how to live among the people of size." Hana told her. Remembering that Morning Star once taught her to be patient with the island's tiny residents, Kyrax accepted the fact that she was still not suitable for social situations beyond her limited understanding. "Would you like to show me?" She asked. Hana smiled at her, then she returned her weapon to her hip underneath her beautiful giant kimono and pointed to a spot at the far end of the chamber, which happened to be Hana's private shrine. "Come, I'll teach you." "How large is that sword of yours?" Asked Kyrax as she followed Hana across her shrine chamber. "110 inches, a little longer than nine feet." Hana answered. "And it's easy to carry such a huge weapon?" Kyrax then asked her. "It's easy when your growth hardly ceases. I only wish that I were a ninja, but a Size Devil will do. Besides, the perks are much better." Hana explained as she brought Kyrax to a wooden table-like piece of furniture at the end where two tiny holes in the wall made entrances for the island's small residents. The table had protective rails at every open side and there were two candlesticks on brass hardware, yet to be lit. Standing on the table was a tiny woman, a small girl, and the woman was holding an infant in her arms. Hana got onto her knees in front of them, bowed and tapped the floor beside her. "Sit." She instructed Kyrax. "Rammysians?" Kyrax inquired as she sat beside Hana. "The concept may seem abstract for you still, but as a Size Devil, you are expected to protect the inhabitants, big or small. Obviously, with the exception of the few who are brought to our size as guards, all Tinerian and all Rammysian peoples are small. Kyrax, to us, they are locals, partners, family, friends, and yes, subject to our rule. But to them, we are everything. We don't only protect them, we provide for them, we shelter them, and we lead them. Ever since the day Master Morning Star gave you that white suit, you've been a Size Devil, and you've been a demigod known as a Giant Mother." Hana educated Kyrax on the basis of their relationship with the Islanders. "Giant Mother?" Kyrax repeated the term. "Good morning." Hana started to address the tiny woman and her children. "No need to bow, you have a child." Then Hana paused and then looked at Kyrax. "Bow your head, honor the shrunk." Kyrax did as she was told. "Good morning." The mother very quietly greeted them while her small daughter clutched her tattered little dress. "I am Master Hana Minami, Commander Size Devil and Giant Mother of this shrine. This is Master Kyrax, Lieutenant Size Devil and Giant Mother troll." Hana introduced herself and Kyrax, forcing Kyrax to give her a short gaze at the last bit. "Good morning... Giant Mother Hana, Giant Mother... Kyrax... I'm Lara, and these are my children Sadie and Logan." The tiny woman responded. "Hmmm... And are you victims of the plague?" Hana asked her. "Y-yes, Giant Mother Hana. It took my husband and two older children, as well as my brother. We are all that remains." Lara answered. Hana noticed the absolute fear in their faces and hoped to ease their worry. "Welcome to Nova Polarisia, Lara. You have no cause to be afraid of us, we along with our Tinerian partners have a place for you on our little island. Did you just arrive?" "Yes! Yes! The Tinerian brought us, a lady told us to come here. She wears a white suit like hers- I mean, Giant Mother Kyrax's suit." Lara explained. "That was Master Morning Star. She routinely collects victims of the shrinking plague along with the rest of us." Hana explained, then turned to Kyrax. "I believe Nairys led you on one of those journeys recently?" "She did." Kyrax acknowledged. "Lara." Hana then continued her introduction of Lara and her babies to the island. "I regret what happened to your family. It is our wish that you understand that you can never return home until the plague is ended. I am curious, what brought you here to my shrine?" "Oh! A beautiful Tinerian soldier said that if we come here we can meet a beautiful goddess! My daughter, Sadie, was enchanted! And well... It's so big that I guess we were the lucky ones and found you!" Said Lara. "Did you separate from your group?" Kyrax then asked her. "Yes, Giant Mother." Lara nodded and answered her. "Hmph..." Hana turned away and looked over at a giant Tinerian female guard who stood at the door, one of Hana's staff, and nodded to her. The soldier in green dutifully approached them. "Lara, I will have you return to the group, so you may be processed and shown to a community of other Rammysians. Ital is one of my Staff Sergeants at the shrine, she will personally take you and see to your successful transition. I suggest that you get settled, find a dwelling, eat, rest, whatever, and then return at a time convenient for you." Hana said. Ital the once-tiny indigenous girl was happy to take the three into her gloved hands and carry them to their group. As the hand lowered, Kyrax and Hana both gave the three an assuring little nod. But the little daughter, Sadie, began to cry and refused to climb onto the gigantic hand. Seeing the girl cry, Hana knew Kyrax couldn't handle it well and so she put her hand on Kyrax's shoulder and stepped in. "Sadie, is it?" Lara had gotten into her knee and sat her toddler son on the floor beside her, she had her daughter held close as the tears came from both of their faces. "Sadie?" Hana once again said. "Please answer the giantess, Sadie." Lara quietly demanded of her child. The little girl was scared of her shrunken future and was terrified to look into Hana's eyes. To her surprise, Kyrax then spoke up, demonstrating a rare sense of emotional support, because in her mind, the scared child reminded Kyrax of her early days being forced into an animal's cage and not knowing comfort in anything. "It is hard, we know. But listen, you won't be alone. There are many children your size who you can get to know and befriend. If the child before you can do it, so can you. You need to be brave for this new world, and before you know it, the world will need to be brave for you. Okay, Sadie?" "That's profound." Hana admitted to her. Then Kyrax held her fingers out to the small family. Buried under her white suit, Kyrax's Desert Lynx claws stood out and the little girl was quick to notice it. She even reached out to touch it and appeared to stop crying. "Your fingers are different." She told Kyrax. "And inside, I believe you and I are more similar than we know." Kyrax told her. Hana again nodded to the mother and child. Ital continued to hold her hand down at the end of the table and smiled the entire time. "Come, madame." She spoke with an accent. "But what about those birds?" The little girl was heard asking her mother. Hana believed the family had observed a flock of arctic birds flying around as they had come ashore. "No worries, no worries. Our Tinerians and even the Rammysian communities control their colonies quite well. Soon you shall meet Giant Mother Ramaduka Jennings, who helps train and tame rodents on the island. You shall find a synergy with the smaller creatures now, and you will have plenty of support." "Madame?" Ital urged the family to come with her once again. Kyrax observed the mother and her children climbing into the Tinerian guard's hand, scared out of their minds while the guard closed her other hand above them. "Hang on tight." The guard insisted as Kyrax and the tiny mother looked into one another's eyes for the last time before they were obscured from view. Hana had Kyrax stand up with her as the Staff Sergeant disappeared from out of the chamber with the newcomers in hand. "Why are some of them our size?" Kyrax then asked Hana. "You know that the Tinerians are a small race. Few of them are enlarged by our tech, and those who are, display exemplary courage, excellent use of their weaponry, always follow orders through to a logical conclusion. Only those who achieve a certain level of satisfaction can be brought to Human size, and they serve only us few, the Size Devils. They are our staff, and as time goes on, our roles become more clear to us, we populate our offices with new officers who assist us. Soon you too shall have your own staff." Hana explained to her as she walked with Kyrax out of the chamber. "Are all of them our conscripts?" Kyrax next inquired. "Yes, they are our eyes and ears around the world. At any given time there are no fewer than two thousand Tinerian and Rammysian soldiers across the globe, spying for us." Hana answered as her executive officer entered the shrine and saluted her. "Kyrax, my Lieutenant Commander, Sakapa. She is my executive officer, assisting me on a daily basis. I want to give you your first assistant-" "I don't need an assistant." Kyrax argued. "Lynxie, your staff will aid you as a member of the Executive Council of this island, there are far too numerous issues to deal with each day to not have an assistant. Now please, go with my X-O and choose an assistant. She's a good judge of talent, she'll help you. And also, when you are away on assignment, your staff leader will be able to act on your behalf." Hana then said, giving a very polite order to Kyrax. "Hmmm...." Kyrax groaned as she looked at the blonde woman in uniform who smiled at her, maintaining her salute. "Why is she saluting me? I'm just a Lieutenant." "As a Devil, you outrank even a Tinerian Marshal. It's the ultimate sign of respect." Hana replied. "Huh... Fine..." Kyrax relented. "Sakapa!" Hana then addressed her executive officer in Zanzhi, a language that all were now required to learn, including Kyrax, who struggled to follow it at times. "Find an able tiny girl with Lynxie, take her to Izzy, and have her enlarged." "Tchah!" The Tinerian officer acknowledged her order. "Let's get this infernal business over with." Kyrax said to Sakapa as she walked away with her.
Shadows of the Dollmaker: Prologue by Saffireprowler, literature
Literature
Shadows of the Dollmaker: Prologue
Location: Ingolian vessel, Rataan's quarters, unknown coordinates. Rataan had half of his uniform undone and removed by the time he reached the door to his living quarters inside the stronghold. He smirked as he imagined what he was about to do next, scanning his vitals through his eyes at the door for it to open. As the presumed conqueror of the Otherworld, Rataan the Ingolian warlord felt that security in the living spaces seemed surprisingly light for once, not having spotted a single guard on his way in as he strode along the red and gold tiled floor. He shrugged it off and simply thought he would punish the maximum amount of his underlings as he possibly could later. But for the time being, he was content with stepping into his bedroom, and having his way with a woman he had his security team drop off as if she were a package. As the door slid open and he walked into his quarters, Rataan finished taking off the rest of his black and red uniform, dropped everything down to his ankles and kicked them off, and made a bee line straight for the door, already hard and ready for action. He slid open the doors to his bedroom and saw that the woman who he ordered to have bound, gagged, and tied to his bed, was gone- the ropes and rags left lying on the bed. She had gotten away. Huffing and red-faced, he turned to immediately storm out of his quarters and deal with security, until he was met by the muzzle of an Ingolian laser handgun, the glow of its charge from within, and one tiny, extremely determined, pissed-off Theodora Andersen who was still totally naked, covered in injuries, blood, and whatever else, and not smiling in the least bit. He understood that he was a dead man. "Honey, I'm home!" Theodora mocked him. Theo staffed around him feeling renewed energy, zeal, and determination all over again. She had eaten from his refrigerator, drank from his cabinet, cleaned herself up somewhat, and now she had only one use for him besides revenge. "Return me to my normal size." Her demand went unanswered. Then to prove her seriousness, she grabbed his barbed penis with her bare hand, ignoring the cuts and puncture wounds she received, and yanked on it so hard that she severed it off of his body whole, beginning his process of bleeding out. He collapsed screaming from the pain, and Theodora laughed at him. "Crying won't help you, I blew your security away." Indeed, Theo had killed many of the Ingolian guards she encountered. She came to his front side and grabbed his left ear, pulling his head up so he could look at her. "Starting with your first wrong answer, I'm going to proceed to remove parts of your body. Return me to my normal size." She demanded. "Hehe..." He choked with his laughter at her. "You're stuck." Theo actually believed him. She had already killed scientists who admitted that the ray gun used against her froze her molecules into a size-lock, meaning that she could never change size again. It hardly mattered, she was a capable warrior at her smaller-than-normal size, and she could adapt, if her team couldn't fix the problem. Lacking a cutting tool, Rataan had effectively called her bluff. "I have a better idea." She proceeded to shoot Rataan with her pistol, which blew him back and tore open his body with a massive burn, exposing some of his organs which were then charred. As he screamed from the pain, Theodora brandished an explosive device that she stole from the armory and then shoved it into his guts after activating it. "The difference between you and I: I don't give a shit if I die!" Not leaving him the opportunity to stop the bomb from its detonation, Theo then shot Rataan in both shoulders, severing his arms from his body. He continued to scream out and cry while Theodora walked out of his quarters with the gun in her hand, still naked, but no longer afraid. "At least you'll be cremated!" She assured him on the way out the door. "Theodora!!!" He tried to stop her. "Go to hell!!!" Theo shot back, managing to feel enough tailwind to pick up her strut on the way, not giving any care to her looks, condition, or the fact that she was entirely naked, and without her cute kitten ears that she always wore. "Oh!" Theo stopped and did a swift turnaround just before the door slid closed on her, locking her out of the living space in which Rataan lay dying with a time bomb stuck in his guts, and his arms blown off. While he screamed and protested her in his own language, Theo ignored his shouting to retrieve the security pendant that he wore around his neck, a small red jewel that had his security clearance laser-etched into it on a three-dimensional plane, which meant it was essentially unhackable. He grew quiet as she approached him. "I almost forgot this!" She chuckled as she broke the chain off of his neck, harming him more. "Don't worry, darling, I've set the timer long enough for me to make my little, tiny escape, and for you to think about how you've treated me over the course of our long, stupid honeymoon. 'Mkay?" "You'll die for this!" He swore. "Darling... You have no clue how much it hurts." Theo mocked him. That was when Theo left, and never looked back, having seen Rataan for the final time. She exited to the left once she walked out of his quarters, darting for a large doorway that she could only imagine was an emergency escape hatch, judging by the flashing red lights and Ingolian characters in large red script along each side. She held his security jewel up to the scanner on the side of the door, which had his information scanned by a red laser, and the lock mechanism disengaged along with a loud alarm. "Bingo!" She chuffed when she opened the door and stepped into a small cubic escape pod, which she determined by looking out of a holographic window and seeing that she was in fact among the clouds in the sky, and her escape hatch was being passed slowly by a gigantic goose. "Of course! An Ingolian transport ship!" She realized where she had been all along. Then Theo's calculations with the explosive timer proved to be incorrect. Sudden the escape pod detached from the transport air ship by a violent rocking motion among a huge sudden flash and blaze that singed some of her hair off of her bangs. The bomb had detonated earlier than expected, and the blast was far more powerful than she imagined it would have been. And as she tumbled out of the falling escape pod into the cold atmosphere of the Otherworld, she bumped into a passing goose and smacked into falling debris, plummeting to what she thought was an ocean. For all she knew, she would end up as fish bait at her size, or perhaps scooped up by a bird of prey and fed to its chicks. None of that mattered until she would land. And yet when she tumbled in the air, she eventually stabilized and observed that she was plummeting really quickly toward a beach- where at least the sand would soften her landing. Perhaps Theodora Andersen would love to fight another day, perhaps she would get to see her friends and family again, and perhaps she would get to tell Ktan more about her late father in conversations yet to be had. It is either going to be the end of her, or a new beginning- and Theodora has an idea where she was headed for her future. She closed her eyes and awaited her soft landing in a world where she was stuck at least than two inches tall, but no less threatening than she would be at twelve feet tall. "This is your world now, Theo!" She told herself over and over until the landing happened.
Fallout King: Epilogue by Saffireprowler, literature
Literature
Fallout King: Epilogue
Location: An unknown dungeon somewhere in an Ingolian stronghold. Shivering as she lie naked inside a small wire cage, rusted and covered in filth from blood to waist, Theodora remained alive, but only. Everyday since she had been captured, Theodora was beaten, starved, spat upon, exposed to disease and filth, and most certainly raped. Her phony alien husband, Rataan, had raped her many times for several days, and then one day he entered the dungeon, opened her cage, and began her constant exposure to a biologically-engineered organism that would assist hin in his quest to have many sons who would be tasked with conquering new worlds. Because Theodora was size-locked, permanently shrunk to less than two inches tall at a molecular level, she was the perfect size for the organisms, small worms that resembled gray maggots who crawled inside of her, extracted her eggs, and fertilized them with Rataan's sperm, which were recreated by the worms' organs. It was the Ingolian Rape Worm, and it was capable of birthing any type of living organism. After three months of hell, Theodora was mother to thousands of half-Ingolian children, many of which were boys. Her cage was unlocked by a hideous guard who escorted Rataan inside the dungeon. Because the dimensions were so small, Theo hadn't stood up in months, nor had she sat up. He had to squat down to get a look at his bloody little Human wife, whoever red-stained blonde hair covered her face and had many knots in it. Giant fleas were biting her, and a few of the worms who had recently crawled out of her crotch were collected by the guard as Rataan spoke to her. "For four years you were given every opportunity to provide me sons, and you bear not one. This is the price that you pay for your failure, my little Human wife! You will die in this cage like the animal you are, and your offspring shall contribute to the seizure of many great worlds!" He proclaimed. Theo was too weak even to respond, she believed death was knocking at her door. "You have refused to drink the water, you have refused to eat the food. Nobody gave you permission to die just yet." Rataan said. Theo was too weak to eat or drink. The water was putrid and contaminated, the food the same. "Soon a new cluster of worms will take your eggs. If any child shall show Human characteristics, I shall have them fed to the beasts." Rataan said, then after a pause, bid her farewell forever. "I'll never see you again, not even dead." And just like that, Theo was left for continued rape and torment until she died in that little cage. Her bloodied fingers and hands clutched her naked arms while she lay on her right side, shaking and crying nonstop. Rusty metal chains shackled her to the back wall of the cage since the moment she was thrown inside the prison, and there was technically a way for her to escape if she could only break free of the shackles, which she had given up on after being starved and deprived of water for a week not even a month prior. There was a ventilation shaft beside her cage that acted as an exhaust for the stink of rot and decay, which also carried the constant loud moaning and crying from inside the dungeon, which was dark and lit by low-powered red lights that helped to mask the many blood stains. Theo had given up, which was partly why she cried. More important to her, she grieved the loss of her beloved Tom, and she was sad for her daughter, who she tried to understand, but thought was a silly fool. "I'm sorry Ktan." Theo wanted those to be her last words as she closed her eyes and accepted impending doom. She wanted death to take her before the rape worms arrived. How hopeless she felt. Then she mustered the energy to flip to her other side, hoping that if she died, it was more work for the Ingolian bastards to have to flip over her dead weight to check on her. When she rolled over, something had happened. A bolt on the shackle that held her feet locked together at the ankles, a very uncomfortable arrangement, seemed to come loose. That was the kind of sound that Theodora thought she had heard, and although it could have been an end-of-life malencholy that made her hear the noise, she believed it to be real. She turned over to her other side again, and then she heard a light click noise, as though the ages of abuse and rust on the iron had caused hinge hardware to malfunction. Hope returned to her face. Every bit of survival that Fim, Morning Star, and her family had taught her, came to mind. Then Theo watched from above as Rataan the Conqueror exited through door in front of her cage with his back to her, thinking he had won against her. Her blue eyes narrowed as Rataan stepped out of sight. They changed from hopeless to pissed off in the span of a second. Among the clatter of irons, and the moaning of dying prisoners, Theodora felt the flame of her passions rekindle. Never before had she ever felt so much hate and so much anger in her heart. Her teeth showed again, and one of her hands balled up into a fist. Even with broken bones, many injuries, and no nourishment in days, Theodora felt she had enough in her to exact her revenge. "Come hell or high water, you're dead." "All of you." "Dead."
Fallout King: Ch. 19 by Saffireprowler, literature
Literature
Fallout King: Ch. 19
Location: Shamid's Wall, Nova Polarisia. Three months later. "Remember, the first rule to trolling is to do whatever it takes to get a reaction, preferably a strong reaction, and one that will make you smile." Shamid told her new underling, explaining it slowly for her, so she could grasp a new concept of offense. "Are you being real? I thought Shamid was supposed to lead a group of assassins!" Groaned Wessi as she listened in on Shamid when she spoke. "An army of trolls." Shamid corrected her. "I have to say, Shamid is excellent at selling her ideas. She talked me into giving the go ahead for the new unit." Nila answered Wessi "In what situation does it ever make sense??!!" Wessi challenged her. "I left you some peanuts on your desk." Shamid said to Wessi. Wessi paused for a moment, everyone knew that she had looked at the side of her desk where she inevitably spotted a small tin can of peanuts that Shamid planted there. Wessi's face went red and she lost her dignified composure for one moment with Shamid. "What does that have to do with anything at all?!?" "Peanuts." Shamid repeated. "Shamid!" Wessi shouted. "No, no... No, she has a point." Said Saffron who everyone knew was only being serious. "Ya know what! I'm bowing out!" Wessi began to switch Shamid's support over to Lynka and started to stuff her face with imported salted peanuts. "And Shamid," she said as she filled her mouth with peanuts, "can go get fucked." "Yes I will." Shamid happily agreed with Wessi's assessment. It was Shamid's first actual lesson to her newest officer who she was training to be a troll. Wessi was by and large the most stable member of the support team, but she resented the trolling if it made a field operative appear to not take their mission seriously. By switching the subject to her peanuts, Wessi stormed off and gave Shamid a laugh knowing she had messed with her again. "But... How does this apply to the mission?" Kyrax asked her new Commander. "I am glad you asked, my friend." Shamid answered her by standing up straight, having stayed in a squatting position in the darkness of a large opening in the side of the mountain with Kyrax for a long period. Kyrax followed, emerging from the shadows no longer in her navy blue suit, but a brand new white shrinking suit and a Micrazor strapped to her hip, for her breasts weren't yet large enough to carry her gun for her. Shamid pulled a small peanut can out of her cleavage, which had been filled with useless junk from Izzy's labs. "I call this the 'Fuck You bomb'." "The 'Fuck You bomb'? Are you kidding?" Kyrax questioned her. "The explosion comes at the end." Shamid replied with a wink. "Ugh... That's because it's a bomb." Kyrax said. Kyrax and Shamid worked together on Kyrax's first assignment as a Size Devil. With Tarten observing from Kyrax's cleavage, she held onto the inside of Kyrax's cleavage tightly as the other two leaned over the edge of a massive stone wall up the side of the mountain- the wall Kyrax first attempted to climb when she met Shamid, the troll of trolls. "Observe." Shamid pointed to an intruder who was strapping a climbing rope to a harness that he wore, standing at the bottom in about five inches of snow, unaware that two huge girls gazed down at him from above. Shamid quietly pointed to the piton that had snagged the ledge between her boot and Kyrax's boot. Both of them looked down at it and backed off in time to not be spotted by the intruder down below, who began to ascend the rope with an automated reel that would make his trek up the wall painless and swift. "I had to claw my way up." Grumbled Kyrax. "Hey Shams, hey Tarten, hey Lynxie... Target's name is Reuben Carrey. An asset of imperial intelligence. According to the file, he's being tasked with returning the cure sample that Lynxie brought back with her months ago." Lynka spoke into their ear pieces. "Hmmm..... Carrey... I can do that." Said a daydreaming Maia over the radio. Shamid and Kyrax gave the spy some time to ascend the wall. He ascended a little shy of two-thirds the way up the wall when Shamid peeked her head over the ledge on her hands and knees, and began to troll him, stopping him where he was. "Hi!" "Uh oh!" The spy was heard saying to himself. "H-hi! May I ask who I have the pleasure of speaking to?!" He called to  Shamid. "I'm Shamid..." Shamid revealed her identity to him, speaking with an almost apologetic tone. "Oh shit..." The man mumbled, having known that this was one of the Size Devils well known for playing tricks. "I heard that." Shamid said to him. "Heard what?!" Reuben Carrey challenged her with a shaky voice, nervous about what Shamid was going to do.. "You said a bad word." Shamid said. "I did not!" The man replied, trying to have a little fun with Shamid in the hopes that she would go easy on him. "Lies." Shamid said. "I didn't lie!" Shouted Carrey. "You don't have to shout!" Shamid argued, as she dropped a huge snowball down onto his face. "Ooohhhh!!! I'm getting good at this!!!" "That was a direct hit." Tarten said to Shamid. Reuben Carrey shook his head and spat out snowflakes from his mouth, then the spitting grew more violent as he realized that the lights below him illuminated the yellow color in the snowball. "Hey!!! Did you pee on that snowball!?!" "No!" Shamid answered him. "It's yellow! You peed on that snowball!" Reuben continued to press her for the truth. "No!" Again Shamid disagreed. Tarten was giggling loudly and without end. "Nothing like a fairy's piss in the snowball..." She told Kyrax, who found the prank funny. Mumbling obscenities and fits, the spy continued to automate his way up until his device experiences a technical difficulty a few feet higher on the cable. As he struggled with it, Lynka reported a new finding on their new male prisoner, soon-to-be. "Ahah!" She laughed. "Our new friend is only 160 centimeters tall! He's a toy!" "Ahhhhh!!!! He's mine now!!" Hana declared. "No way, you got the last guy!" Argued Maia. "Ladies, we need to let Shamid and Kyrax do their thing first before we can have a deathmatch over him." Lynka spoke up. "Call it!" Maia challenged her wife. "Fine! Throw the can, Shams!" Hana requested. "Okay." Answered Shamid who chucked the can of heavy metals, bits, and pieces down at Reuben Carrey, decking him square in the forehead. "Aghhhhhh!!!!!!" "Call it!" Maia again told Hana. "I say he fell!" Hana betted. "Okay, so if he's still hanging onto the rope, I get to shrink him and keep him! A real boy toy for a beautiful Greek goddess!" Maia chuckled. "He's still hanging on." Kyrax responded. "Yes!" Maia replied. "Bitch!" Hana snapped. "Relax, little woman! There's plenty of the little boy toy to go around!" Laughed Maia. "Room for me, ladies?" Nairys asked. "Hell yeah, babe!" Hana agreed. "Kinky!" Maia said her usual. "What the hell was in that!?!?!??!!!???" Shouted an extremely angry Reuben Carrey up at Shamid. "I don't know." Said Shamid with a cute giggle at the end. "You bloody shit! You did that on purpose! That hurt like hell, you maniac!" He screamed while Shamid drowned out his screaming with her loud laugh and applause. "Oh you think that's funny!" "Yes." Shamid confirmed. "I could kill you for that! I think you broke my bloody nose!" The man continued to berate her. "How tall are you??" Shamid abruptly asked him. "What?!" He asked. "I asked how tall are you?" Shamid asked again. "Why the hell does it matter?!" Asked Reuben. "Because this is an island of giant women!" Shamid laughed at him. "Giant women?" Reuben repeated what he heard, although not sure how much of it he believed until he realized that Shamid looked quite large from such a distance as a few hundred feet. "One of us is thirty feet tall." Shamid told him, referring to Ktan. "Thirty... Feet?" He sounded worried. "This poor soul wasn't told anything!" Kyrax mentioned over the radio, realizing that he suffered from the same incompetency she had to in her last assignment for the Humans. "Maybe the imperials assign their worst people to these pathetic jobs so they can be rid of them and can deny they ever existed." Said Tarten, earning a sharp gaze from Kyrax. "Just saying..." "Thanks." Kyrax groaned. "Okay ladies... We have another buffoon on our wall. Take it easy on him, okay?" Lynka requested. "Psh! When does Shamid ever do that?" Wessi asked. "Err... Excuse me, Shamid??" Reuben shouted up to her. "Yes?" Shamid answered him. "Are you here to obstruct me in my duties??" Asked the spy, showing an unusual display of fear as he held his bleeding nose. "Yes." Shamid admitted. "Hey! Hey, Reuben Carrey!" Reuben heard someone call his name from below. When he looked down, he saw a different girl in a white suit at the bottom of his cable, which he had staked into the ground beneath the snow. It was Saffron Jennings, now bigger than ever, and definitely huge from his point of view. His eyes grew wide at the sight of a Human woman who stood close to twenty feet tall and was proud of it. "Who are you?" He asked her. "I'm more than three times your puny size! That's who!" Saffron assured him, posing with her knuckles against her hips, her boot prints in the snow comparatively much bigger than his. She looked like she could eat him if she were hungry enough. "Oh, Mary, Mother of Jesus... She's massive!" The spy began to panic when he realized how entrenched he was on an island full of giant women. "I hope these women are at least friendly..." He thought to himself as he looked up the cable and saw a Shamid waving down at him with a goofy smile. "Mr. Carrey, you are surrounded by women, mostly three to four times your size! We are horny, and we don't have a lot of Human-sized males to fuck very often! So if you come down from that rope and surrender to the Nova Polarisian Executive Council, we'll at least try not to snap your penis in half when we have our way with you!" Saffron called out. Reuben had essentially froze where he dangled. He once again looked up at the ledge where Shamid watched him , bearing a shitty smirk that he wished to punch off of her silly face. Now he saw Kyrax emerge onto the ledge and grab his cable. "Is this steel??" She asked him, running her claws along it, causing noise to reverberate through the material. "Do you want us to help you up?" Shamid questioned the man who started to nod until Kyrax growled and produced a disturbing smile, showing her sharp teeth, like signalling he was to be eaten. "Want us to help you down?" She then asked him. "No!!!" He sharply answered her, clutching the cable tightly. "Mr. Carrey, it's either they're gonna kill you, or I'm gonna shrink you! Either way you're fucked, whether it's in a proverbial or literal since!" Saffron warned him, drawing her gun on him. "Wait!" He shouted up to Kyrax who had brandished a huge steel cable cutter and began to snip his support. "Haha! Boy toy! Boy toy! Boy toy!" Shamid cheered. Finally the cable gave to the cutters, he whipped off of the face of the ledge and right as the spy began to fall toward the ground, Saffron zapped him with her gun, and quickly positioned herself so that she could catch him in her cleavage- succeeded to do so with remarkable precision, since he seemed to slip right between her mountainous breasts like they were a glove. "Gotcha!" Saffron proclaimed. "Haha!!! Hope you enjoy the lovers!!!" Shamid laughed. "Get in there! You belong to the Size Devils now, boy!" Saffron told him as her finger shoved him into her cleavage, and she zipped up her suit. "Good work, ladies." Lynka congratulated the team that intercepted the latest spy. "I can get used to this." Admitted Kyrax. "That's the third one this year. Right then, you can have the next one." Shamid told her. As Saffron entered the fortress, Neya and two Sergeants of the Giant Tinerian Guard met her at the door. "You know the new protocol." Neya told her. "Ugh! So boring! He's gotta at least pass through three pairs of titties before he can get to Maia's, and that should count for at least two pairs!" Saffron moaned. "Lucky me!" Maia responded having heard the remark on the radio. "Commander..." Neya held out her hand. The new protocol on shrunken prisoners, adopted by the Executive Council, required that for security purposes, the prisoner had to be exhausted through extensive cleavage exposure before reaching their final destination. This required Reuben Carrey to be handed over to Neya, who would then hand him over to the Giant Tinerian Guard to build a new dossier and profile of him, process him, and then handed to Warden Nairys who would assess him. Only then can the initial neutralizing Devil, Saffron in his case, be allowed to take possession of them again. It was a deliberate security process, and it was a deliberate protocol to please the maximum number of horny giant women. "Are you transporting him to the post?" Saffron questioned Neya. "Yes." Neya confirmed. "Fine..." Saffron unzipped her suit, allowing her gargantuan bust to pop out and the little spy to gasp for fresh air. "Boob sweat!!" He shouted. "How dare he!" Saffron huffed. "Can't breathe!" He shouted. "Tsk! Ohhhh!!! Don't be such a little sissy!!!" Saffron told him, picking him out of her cleavage and handing him over to Neya's palms. "You're going with her for now!!! Don't be a little shrimp-dick, okay???" The spy was practically half-conscious as he lay in Neya's palm for a second, taking in fresh air and feeling onset small sickness. The two female guards, twin sisters from the Tinerian tribe, who each flanked Neya's sides, gawked at the shrunken Human and giggled at him. They spoke to one another in their shared language, which Neya and Saffron both understood, as it was a dialect of the Zanzhi language. Confused, the tiny man inquired as to what they were laughing about. "What's so funny?" He asked. "They love watching Humans being shrunk! You're just the latest!" Saffron told him. "Oh no..." He moaned in his sense of defeat. "I better get going." Neya said, smiling up at her superior, Saffron. "Yeah it's best not to keep Maia and Hana waiting, they don't like it when their little boy toys have a delay in their shopping schedule." Saffron cautioned her. "Wait! Don't I get a phone call??" The boy began to shout as Neya closed her hand and dropped him into her own cleavage. "Silly little creatures." She remarked. "Silly little men." Saffron added.
Tinkerbell's Colossal Struggle by WeLoveGiantessAIstor, literature
Literature
Tinkerbell's Colossal Struggle
Captain Hook, the cunning and infamous pirate, had once again made his entrance into Neverland. However, this time things did not go as planned for Peter Pan and his loyal companions, the brave boys of the Lost Boys. On a dark night, they were ambushed by Hook and his crew, sneaking into their secret hideout. They woke up bound and confined in an abandoned and overgrown part of the island. The dense jungle around them kept them trapped like a living prison. Peter Pan tried to maintain his usual optimism, but even his usual cheerful smile was dampened by the gloomy prison. Tinkerbell, the little fairy, had not been discovered during the raid. Her wings trembled with worry as she learned that her friends had been captured. Her delicate figure floated through the night's silence, and her fiery hair sparkled like stars in the darkness. In her search for a solution, Tinkerbell suddenly stumbled upon a mysterious berry that glowed like a jewel in the dark. With cautious curiosity, she picked
Ever since the last time I had a hard drive failure I have backed up my work religiously. Unfortunately when I returned from work the other day, it appeared that I had a power surge at the house and it happened to be the ** one day ** of many that I left the computer on before leaving for work. Both the SSD of the laptop and the external SSD didn't take kindly to it and I've lost all of my impending deviations as a result... As well as many that have never been posted. Worse, apparently SSDs are next to impossible to recover data from due to a function called TRIM. So unless there's some miracle, it appears a great many things that I had drawn on the side for future use may never be seen. Thanks to the most uncanny timing. The planets lined up, the moon was full, the world stopped spinning, and I've never seen a power surge in the last ten years out in my area. Jeez, talk about a beating that saps ya...
I've never been fully satisfied with my character profiles, even with the Dimension of Character spotlights. Share your thoughts, please! Give me some suggestions on what could be done better, and I promise I'll only bite and throw a tantrum at my shortsightedness! =P