Chapter #3Into the box. by: Dxhiker   Lisa smiled as she looked down at the tiny body cooling on the floor of the reduction chamber. She knew that the transformation all the way down to a quarter of an inch tall would result in Charles remaining unconscious for at least several minutes.
Lisa opened the door to the chamber, reached down and pinched Charles’ tiny body between her fingers, and dropped him into her open palm. The chamber was capable of reducing any matter, organic or inorganic, thus Charles’ clothes had been reduced as well. Lisa immediately rectified that situation by quickly and skillfully undressing her miniature captive and dropping his clothes into the nearby incinerator. Then, before he had a chance to awaken, she chose a very small blue box off the shelf and deposited Charles inside. The inside walls of the box were lined with foam packing material, and once she closed the lid she knew it would press against him and render him immobile. It would also serve to muffle his tiny voice thus rendering him inaudible, as well.
Although it would also make it extremely hard for Charles to breathe, Lisa was not the least bit concerned. She was well aware of all of the peculiar side effects of the shrinking process. A body reduced to such a tiny size, for example, became extremely dense and durable. Although all of his senses would remain fully operational--even heightened--anything short of a hydraulic press would be unable to crush Charles or even penetrate his skin. His aging would slow tremendously. His need for food or air would also be drastically reduced. In short, he was the perfect accessory for Lisa's often spoiled and careless clientele. Even forgotten in the bottom of a handbag and shoved in a closet, he would very likely survive for many months. With occasional access to food and water, even under the worst conditions, Charles would be able to survive for decades.
Lisa was also well aware how brutal some of her clients could be with their tiny men. Of course, they paid a steep price for such a valuable commodity, thus they had every right to treat them in any way they desired. As Lisa locked up the back room and carried her tiny prize back up front, her mind wandered over the myriad of uses to which she had seen shrunken men subjected over the years. This being a salon, mostly she had seen men used for personal care of some type. This included hair removal, skin care, makeup application, even foot care. Several women, for example, simply kept their tiny charges under their feet at all times, requiring that they continuously massage and clean their feet and toes, remove dead skin, and apply polish when necessary. Given the constant supply of sweat and dirt, these women typically never even bothered to feed their miniature foot pets. Failure to constantly perform foot maintenance could result in harsh repercussions.
Of course, this was only the beginning. Others used their tiny men as everything from tissue to jewelry to clothing to human panty liners. Lisa was also aware that numerous women actually gratified themselves sexually with their shrunken slaves, and a few even delighted in continuously subjecting them to extremely disturbing tasks and tortures. Most of her clients also had no problem sharing their tiny men with their friends, who would often come up with their own twisted amusements.
Of course, as Charles slowly came to, he was completely unaware of his impending fate. Indeed, he currently had absolutely no idea where he was or why he was unable to move. Little did he know that his entire destiny rested upon one simple question: who would be the next person to walk into Lisa’s Full Service Salon?
As Lisa unlocked the front door, she noted that three women were already standing out front waiting to come in. She immediately recognized them as extremely wealthy socialites who all lived together in one of the largest mansions in town and were regular clients of her salon. Each had commented how much they one day looked forward to purchasing a miniaturized man for all of their personal needs. It was none other than: | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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