Chapter #4Sheer Joy, and Sheer Horror. by: ccc000   Austin has always been a kid who loves to play with small action figures. He has always talked about how cool it would be if he had a real person who was actually small enough to be picked up in his hand. His Dad always thought it was just the ramblings of a normal 8 year old boy, because pretty much every boy would love to be bigger than at least one adult, ANY adult. Austin's Dad is a very powerful executive in the computer company he owns, and since he is out of town so much because of his job he has a tendancy to give Austin pretty much anything he wants. A client had told him about the strange toy shop where very small people are available for purchase, and at first Austin's Dad thought the small people simply had to be very elaborate little robots. Since he didn't believe it his client brought his own son with him into the office one day and showed Austin's father the tiny little man he had just bought at the toy shop. He knew that Austin simply had to have one for himself, and so here they were. One million dollars for him was a very reasonable price to pay to see Austin so happy.
As Austin was watching the shrinking machine work, and the tiny human was getting smaller and smaller, he was becoming more and more excited. This little man would soon be his, and he couldn't wait to hold him in his hand for the first time. To actually hold a tiny living man in his fingers was something he had always wanted to do, and now he was going to get the chance. To be able to keep him in a cage on his dresser, and to be completely in charge of a fully grown adult who had to listen to whatever Austin told him was his dream come true. Austin didn't know or care who this person was, or what his life was all about. He was now being shrunk, and Austin loved the fact that he was able to choose how small he was going to be.
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When Austin first secured you to the velcro board you were sure you had to be in the middle of the most horrific nightmare ever. How could this 9-year-old boy be holding you in his hands and strapping you down so you could be reduced in size even more than you already had been? This whole senerio is so impossible you kept telling yourself you simply had to be on some sort of drug induced trip.
Then you saw that you were being placed in front of that evil machine again. And that's what that machine had to be. Simply evil. This is the machine that makes it possible for people to be owned by other people. This is the machine that makes it possible for a 9-year-old boy to be towering above you waiting for you to be small enough for him to be able to play with you like a toy. The machine and Mr. Franz both are just pure evil. How in the world could any amount of money be important enough to him to put your whole existance in the hands of a child? As the machine was pointed at you again and turned on the reality was made horribly real. You could actually feel yourself diminishing. The light eminating from the machine that was shrinking you made it hard to see much of anything else in the room. But Austin moved in a little closer just off to the right side of the light, and you could see the look in his eyes as he joyfully watched you becoming his.
When Mr. Franz finally stopped the machine you heard him say "Ok, Austin, he's all yours." The light died down as his shadow overtook you. Focusing your eyes from where the velcro board was propped up you realized you were too weak to scream as you found yourself looking at his feet covered by a pair of slightly oversized dingy white socks very quickly stepping toward you. You had no idea how incredibly small being three inches tall could make you feel. You were now so small you couldn't even reach up to the top of his socks. How in the world could you possibly ever escape this?
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This was the moment Austin had waited for. He couldn't believe he was looking down towards the ground, and there at his feet was a tiny little man who he could take home with him. As Austin reached down to pick up the now smaller velcro board which the little man was strapped to he didn't notice that the small man was so scared he was on the verge of hyperventalating. Austin was too busy comparing how much bigger his own hand was than the whole body of this very tiny human. And he was wondering if three inches was really the right size. After all, his Dad would pay to shrink him more if he wanted, like maybe down to two inches. Or if he wanted one that was 6 inches instead he knew Mr. Franz probably wouldn't have any problem selling this little man to some other kid since he couldn't make him any bigger now that he was shrunk to this size.
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As the velcro board you are strapped to is lifted up off the ground you want to close your eyes and simply close off this horrible world you have been unwantedly thrust into. But you are almost too scared NOT to look. Austin's hands look massive as one hand holds the board while the other hand comes toward you. He is holding the board so you are lying on your back as the thumb and forefinger of his right hand easily pulls the velcro strap off of your chest and drops it off to the side. Then the strap over your legs is lifted off of you, and the board is tilted so you start to slide straight down. You land on the soft surface of his open hand, and his thumb immediately pins you down. You look up at the giant, smiling face of the boy who now owns you. His warm breath moves over you, and in complete fear you try to break free of his grasp. His smile doesn't go away, and in fact he laughs slightly as you try to struggle in his fingers. He is actually enjoying the fact that you are afraid of him. His hand is warm and moist, and his fingers gently hold you a bit tighter.
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Austin turns to walk back over to where he left his shoes, only to find that his Dad has already walked into the room and picked them up. He holds his hand up to show the tiny man to his Dad. "Well, Austin, is that what you wanted?" his Dad asks.
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