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When a dictator is shrunken, he must be carried in a woman's pocket
This choice: “Powerful women at my nation’s Presidential Palace think you’re cute!”  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Object of desire for the Empire elites

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"Many elite women back at the presidential palace think you're the cutest thing they've ever seen! So don't worry, we'll still make use of you even though you're teeny tiny." smiles General Smith.

"What do you mean?" you ask, sounding nervous.

The general rolls her eyes mockingly at you and leans in closely to where she's only an inch away from your face.

"I mean that because you're so adorable you're going to become the pet of some lucky woman in the palace. Due to their status in the empire, they usually get whatever they want and well, you've become the latest object of desire for them." says the general.

"But I'm an important politician! I'm not a pet!" you say indignantly.

"Ha! Maybe you were before the occupation and when you were normal size. We can have any member of your parliament be our puppet and now that you're so small you're no further use to us in that matter. Just be thankful that the elites back in the capitol think you're adorable." says the general smugly.

"But!" you start to shout.

"Not buts, We have to get you back to the presidential palace. Don't worry, we'll be there in no time" the general says with an evil grin. "Major! The sleeping agent!"

"Huh?" you say.

But before you can try and run away, Major Worthington sprays you with a type of nerve agent designed to knock people out. You pass out right away. The general triumphantly scoops you up and places you in her breast pocket. She makes her way to her personal shuttle and starts the journey back to the presidential palace. The nerve agent is rather potent and you're out for the entire trip. When the general arrives at the presidential palace she takes you out of her breast pocket and places you in her open palms. Coincidentally you come to at the same time.

"Wakey wakey sleepy head" she says.

"Where are we?" you ask, disoriented.

"At the presidential palace of course! I wanted to brief you before we went inside." she states.

"Brief me on what? How to cope with going from important world leader to pet?" you say, sarcastically.

"On two things actually" she replies, ignoring your sarcasm. "First off, we need to get you out of that outfit and get you into something more err presentable."

To your horror, the general takes out a little sailor's outfit from her other breast pocket. It doesn't look like an actual naval uniform but rather like one that a small child would wear after taking a bath. You shiver at the thought of having to wear that.

"Take off your clothes and put this on, now." orders the general.

"Do I have to?"

"I have orders to make sure you wear this. I suggest you do." says the general in a threatening tone.

You reluctantly take off your official attire that cemented your status as an important government official and put on the humiliating outfit that reduced you to nothing more than an adorable little pet. You've never felt more hamulated in your life, but you also know what the empire does to people who disobey and you can only imagine what they'd do to you at your size. You just thank God you don't have to look at yourself.

"Aww you look so precious! Now I'm jealous I can't have you." smiles the general. "Anyways, the second thing is that there are many women who want to be your owner so it has been decided that you will..."

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