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Chris’ dad Dave was a special sort of dad, Normal sized, and not at all bad. They went swimming, biking, and playing together, all life’s many joys, Having lots of fun as if both of them were boys! But then one day, Dave’s bellybutton popped! When Chris saw it happen, his jaw nearly dropped. And then rather suddenly, his father had to shout, ‘Look at my belly! All the air is coming out!’ But then, of course, up came the biggest shock of all; Chris’ father Dave was becoming very small! Dave’s clothes began to loosen, it was such a surprise, He was shrinking right before his son’s very own eyes! But Dave wasn’t letting it get him down, Despite his shrinking, he was never gonna frown, So now he was gonna keep on having fun, And being a good father to Chris, his only son. Chris measured Dave as he became smaller every night, And soon, both dad and son were now exactly the same height! Chris even gave his dad some of his clothes to wear; Since he was now the same size, those

Aiden I'm very excited about two things today. For one, Evie's walking has gotten so much better. We haven't been wrapping her leg for a while now, she doesn't need crutches nearly as often, and in fact I could hardly notice any kind of limp this morning. The cut is still quite visible, as I'm sure it will be for a while yet, but after almost three weeks of healing she's nearly independent again. At least, as independent as she used to be. The other thing is that we have a date planned. An actual, proper date. It wasn't presented that way, but we both know that's what it is. She’s the one who initiated it, actually. “You know the Laid Back Camp movie?” she had asked me one day, pointing at something she was reading on her phone, “There’s a special screening in our area! Can we go?” I perked up at the suggestion, having a soft spot for the show itself and for the fact that it was the first anime we watched

Location: Micronauts HQ, Light Kingdom. Nairys and Tarten had finished their business with Ripley in the station, his questioning came in handy for the first time as the fate of being an eternally-small prisoner smiled upon him. Nairys zipped her suit back up with Riley in her cleavage, and removed the nitrile gloves she wore during interrogation. "That wasn't so bad." She remarked. "Nyaha! Humans are cute when they're small and angry!" Tarten chuckled. "Just remember, it needs fed at least thrice a day, and never to let it out of it's own ward!" Nairys too found the humor in Tarten's words- as the irony of the situation compounded it. For a creature who was a few inches tall naturally, Tarten lavished in being bigger than any Human or otherwise. Since she was almost eleven years old, Tarten had been trained and educated by the unit. It was the only family that she ever knew or could remember, and she preferred to live at headquarters now. More importantly, Tarten was the unit's first official nurse, and she was a powerful Darrkeffa sorceress now. She had grown up so much. "I'll leave you to lock up the station, kiddo." Nairys said as she began her exit from the station until she bumped into Morning Star and an unfamiliar little face that resembled Saffron. "I see you're back, Saffy..." She at first remarked until she realized Saffron wasn't actually standing before her. "Hold up... Is that Rammy?" "It sure is, orator." Morning Star responded. "Hi..." Rammy greeted Nairys with a handshake. "Nice to meet you." "Nairys is our Warden and our official court orator. She is also a trained agent." Morning Star said. "Like you, at one time, she had no clue what she was getting into..." "Yeah but that now seems like forever ago! I have to run, I have cargo! We'll catch up sometime, kiddo!" Nairys said as she worked her way around the two and set out to transfer Ripley to the Microfatidic Ward. Rammy wondered why almost every girl in the unit was so huge and so busty. Nairys was very tall, but some, like Morning Star and Jodak to name a few, were not. "Is everyone in this place gigantic?" She asked. "The proper answer is that everyone can be gigantic." Morning Star answered Rammy with a wink. "Now you will meet our fairy witch doctor." The witch doctor was Tarten who was putting away a box of nitrile gloves into a cabinet that was hanging above a sink in the station. She had her eyes trained on what she was doing until Morning Star entered with Rammy beside her. Rammy first noticed that for an alleged fairy, Tarten had none, and the back of her suit looked all the same as any other agent's. "A fairy with no wings?" She asked. "Nyaha! We shed those abominable appendages long ago!" Tarten scoffed before she turned to face Rammy. "No, we the the Fairy Support unit, use our power to levitate and fly without them! Why give a giant an advantageous part to grab onto!?" For a few seconds, Rammy got to look into the excitable violet eyes of Tarten the Darrkeffa girl. They had vertical pupils like Sheri's, and they seemed to look through her. "I had a sense that I would be seeing you soon, Miss Jennings." She told Rammy. "Tarten is also very psychic." Said Morning Star. Rammy saw that Tarten's boots were hovering slightly off of the concrete floor, and she was indeed levitating. Unlike the many cartoons and movies she had seen, Tarten's levitation didn't bounce her up and down and she was standing still in midair. She wasn't expecting Tarten to demonstrate her psychic power to her. "I seem to amuse you! Nyaha! It isn't only my levitation, no! Perhaps it is my fairy fangs??" Rammy hadn't noticed Sheri's fangs from afar, but up close, she saw the sharp and somewhat large canines in Tarten's mouth when she spoke. On the whole, her spiky blonde hair, wide eyebrows, and constant smile gave the Darrkeffa girl one of the more unique appearances in the unit. Now Tarten compared their heights with her hand running across the top of their heads and giggled. "Ahh, I think you are baffled by the sight of a fairy at Human size! Nyaha!!" Rammy offered her hand to Tarten who gladly shook hands with her. "I had been raised to understand that fairies were not real." "Oh boy..." Morning Star grumbled. "Nyaha! We don't! I mean, we do, but we don't!" Tarten answered Rammy. "Hold my hands!" "Huh?" Rammy mumbled as her hands were forcefully grabbed by Tarten who used the connection to see Rammy's memories and feel her emotions. "Do not let go." Morning Star urged Rammy who complied. "Hmmm...." Hummed Tarten who shut her eyes. "You have fallen ill. No! Nyaha! Not what you think! You are becoming small again, it's not your first rodeo! I speak not of your minimizing! No!! You have a slight head pain, headache. You haven't been sleeping well, and your stomach turns!! I'll you have gotten!!" "Right!!" Tarten so suddenly let go of Rammy's hands and stepped back toward a corner of the room. "Hey, where's your prisoner??" Morning Star asked Tarten, interrupting the conversation. "Oof!! Nairys has him!! She was able to get him to sing before toting him away for a lifetime of tininess!!" Tarten rejoiced. "What...??" Morning Star immediately shot back with a drooped expression. "Closing time, Miss Shaygo!" Tarten tried to veer the subject away from Nairys. "It's Shakko..." Morning Star corrected her. "Nyaha!! I know!!" Tarten laughed Rammy sensed that the unit had a dynamic range of characters. While most were outwardly professional and perhaps stoic to a lesser degree, if her supposed aunt Shamid was a sign of the trolls and comedians she would meet, then Tarten had to be one of the sillier ones. Her laugh was goofy enough that Rammy had to bite her tongue to resist chuckling over it. "Have a seat, let doctor Tarten get to know ya!" Tarten insisted, parting her hand on the countertop jokingly, which Rammy happily obliged her by hopping and sitting on the edge. "She didn't mean it literally." Morning Star assured Rammy. "I know, but it was tempting!" Rammy responded. "Ahah!" Tarten began to look over Rammy, beginning with her eyes. "Zanzhi yellow, characteristic ring in the eye. This one is of a darker shade!" "Err... What is going on?" Rammy asked, confused as to why she was receiving a checkup. "Be still." Morning Star told her. "Hmph! You're somewhat dehydrated!" Tarten grunted. "Just a little..." Rammy agreed. Now Tarten moved on to Rammy's ears beginning with her right ear. "No ear canal worms, and I don't seen any signs of the burrowing brain tick." "Burrowing... Brain tick?" Rammy repeated. "Awful creatures. They feed on brain tissue and spinal fluid. We often use that as an official cause of death for our unit members when we make them die to conceal their identities. It's very rare but it does happen and symptoms include: clucking somewhat like a fowl, a shifting gaze, and incontinence to name a few things." Tarten explained. "Oh! You stage your deaths?!" Rammy thought out loud. "We didn't used to always do that but it's standard procedure now. Can't be a Micronaut without a death certificate, prior size change phenomenal experience, and you must be an officer in the Royal Guard- all commissioned of course even the Sergeants." Morning Star answered as Tarten investigated Rammy's left ear canal. Suddenly, Tarten shouted gibberish into Rammy's ear as loudly as she could. Rammy jumped, and Tarten giggled. She thought it was a prank and gave a look of bewilderment to her. "Just checking your auditory stimulus." Tarten explained. Next, Rammy was unprepared for Tarten's hands that groped her breasts. She tried to shy away but found herself enjoying how the Darrkeffa witch doctor's hands gently squeezed them, but had a certain hold on them too. "Hmmm...? F-cup?" Tarten asked. "Y-yes... Why are you grabbing my boobs?" Asked Rammy, who as a Zanzhi girl, typically enjoyed it. "It is required for a Micronaut to have sizeable assets for cargo taking." Tarten explained. "Me?? A Micronaut?? Hold- hold the phone!!" Rammy interrupted, which forced Tarten to let go of her. "I'm not signing up for anything of that nature!!" "Oh??" Tarten then looked to Morning Star wondering why she was present in the bunker. "You're not here to be recruited??" "Fuck no!! I want to get my friend back!!" Rammy said. Then in front of them both, Rammy's body dwindled again in size slightly. "Oh..." She muttered feeling her clothes become a little looser. "Nyaha! This is so cute! You're body disagrees with you!" Tarten joked and cutely poked Rammy on her cheek. In any other scenario, Rammy would have been agitated by the childish treatment. "Want me to end this?" Tarten asked Rammy who wasn't cautious enough to be specific about what she meant. "Yeah!" Rammy responded, thinking Tarten would quit the checkup. "Okie dokie!" Tarten said, clapping her hands twice in front of her face, which seemed to trigger a sudden rapid reduction in size for Rammy. Although used to shrinking, Rammy wasn't prepared for a rapid minimization. Her size change had always occurred slowly and over the course of days to months. Even when a Zanzhi shaman would restore her to normal height , the transition would take several days. Now for the first time, she became two inches tall in a matter of seconds. As her body dwindled, so did her clothes, and she sat upon the ledge motionless as Tarten became giant to her and grinned down at her new diminutive Human acquaintance. "There! I ended your suffering!" Tarten quipped with a giggle. "Err... I'm... So small..." Rammy mumbled when she looked at her palms and checked the rest of her body out, amazed and at the same time happy that she at least didn't shrink out of her clothes for once. "No problem! We can take you back home!" Tarten said. "But I don't want to go home! I want to find Allie!" Rammy protested and stood up on the edge of the counter. "I may be small now but I'm half-Zanzhi, I'm capable of holding my own!" Then to prove her wrong, Morning Star gently pushed little Rammy down with the tip of her finger. The grunts that Rammy made were more appropriate for a helpless shrunken woman, and not a capable Zanzhi who was willing to stand her ground to the bitter end. "You wouldn't know how!" She grunted to Rammy. Rammy was ready to spit fire up at her giant antagonists when suddenly Theo stepped into the nurse's station. She saw Theo innocently walk in wearing civilian clothes of a dark gray jacket and sweatpants, carrying a handbag over her shoulder, and her beautiful honey blonde hair was pinned into a scrunched ponytail, like she was intending to get down and dirty still that evening. Seeing Theo, Rammy understood there would be a lull in the argument and threw up her hands. "Ugh!" "Tarten!" Theo greeted the witch doctor. "You're back!" Tarten responded when she heard Theo from behind her at the door. "Yeah, just checking in with ya!" Theo replied and stepped in, seeing tiny Rammy standing on the edge of the counter near the sink. "Micronauting already!" "I'm not a Micronaut! Grrrr!!!" Rammy argued, stomping her foot cutely. "Having mommy issues, huh?" Theo remarked as she turned away and began a conversation with the other two who also had their eyes focused away from tiny Rammy. Rammy wanted to be nothing like her mother, especially if that meant wearing a white suit and abandoning her family. She had plans to be a loving mother of beautiful children, not serving in a unit for the Queen of Lights. As she fumed while the three giant women quietly held a private conversation, she noticed how easy it would be for her to jump into Theo's handbag as it was hanging low enough. She believed the Micronauts would not let her help in finding Allie, and that trying her luck with only one would be her best chance. Once Theo mentioned she had spoken with Nairys and was allowed to proceed in the effort to find Ray Gun Sally based upon the information that Nairys obtained from Ripley, Rammy made up her mind. Without anyone noticing, the two inch tall girl leaped into Theo's handbag and buried herself underneath belongings that would previously fit in the palm of her hands. Theo's conversation with Tarten and Morning Star ended soon thereafter and she was off to return home for the evening. Tarten and Morning Star instantly saw that Rammy was gone and nowhere to be seen on the floor. She likely hitched a ride onto Theo and Morning Star dashed out of the door to the station, about to call Theo back until Tarten tugged on her suit and pulled her back in. As Morning Star looked at Tarten, the girl wagged her finger to Morning Star, and with a bright smile, she explained why she should forget about Rammy for the time being. "That's how Micronauts are born." She said. "Riiiight... Small but adventurous." Morning Star found herself agreeing with Tarten. "Theo will understand." Tarten added. "Good luck, young Jennings." Morning Star said quietly as the two watched Theo strut out of the bunker with her handbag still slung around her left shoulder, seemingly unaware of the fact that she was toting tiny Rammy inside of it.

After getting dressed, Michael realized he didn't notice Ana's bulge because of the flowing dress she wears. But knowing what's underneath makes him extremely horny. As they go around town, Michael explains where'd he's from. Michael explains he's from a male dominant world and a world where everything is smaller. Ana refutes, saying women are the dominant sex and obviously, everything is accommodated to women's size. In this world, women have male slaves. Men have to do everything their mistresses tell them. This includes when to have sex, the chores, etc. Ana never had a male before, which explains why she's so muscular; Ana had to do all the chores, but Ana believes the mistress should share in the chores too, she explains. Michael even explains the strange portal that brought him to this dimension. There are women police officers. Their main goal is to prevent slave abuse. But they also serve the same purpose as the cops from Michael's dimension, protecting against stealing, burglary, rape, etc. After explaining everything about their own worlds, Ana, like an honorable and gentle woman, asks Michael if he'd be her slave. Michael carefully weighs out the pros and cons...there being mainly pros such as unlimited sex, the best sex he'd ever had before at that, a simple life, and the fact that he'd spend the rest of his life in servitude to an amazing woman such as Ana. There weren't really any cons as far as Michael was concerned, except for maybe missing his old life, his friends, his mom, modern life, etc. He gladly accepts the offer, but asks if he can go back to his home world to gather his things and get his affairs in order. Ana, being a gentlewoman, says yes. After walking for sometime, Michael's feet become tired and cumbersome. Michael asks if they can take a break. They sit down on a nearby wooden bench. After some time, Michael's feet still hurt and he was still tired, but it was getting dark out. Ana had a solution. Ana stood up, picked up Michael, and began stuffing him in between her breasts. They were double Ds. Soft, but firm, and supple, his feet were touching the base of Ana's cock, gently beging to massage and stroke her massive dick. Michael turned back to Ana. "Does that feel good?" Michael asked "Mmm, yes, baby." Her dick began to get hard, Ana had to hurry home before her dick grew to a full erection. When they arrived at home, Ana began ripping off her dress. She flexed her pecs to hold Michael in place, between her huge breasts. She then picked Michael up, and began gently tearing off his clothes. Sliding off his sweatpants, his shirt, and taking off his shoes. They were both fully naked, and fully erect. Ana said, "start jerking little man" Michael promptly did as he was told. "You're about to have one of the best orgasms of your life." Ana said mischievously with a look of greed on her face. Ana then began stroking Michael's erect member between her thumb and index finger. Michael moaned in pleasure. Ana turned Michael around to face her. Michael almost came from admiring her breasts, face, and body. She then chuckled because she knew exactly what she was going to do to Michael. She then tilted him backward, spread his cheeks, and lowered Michael to her groin. Michael knew to relax as much as possible. Ana then slid him onto her penis, stretching his tight asshole. Michael, again, moaned in pleasure. Ana's spit onto her cock as lube, and began to slide into Michael with ease. Michael's body already adapted to his new lifestyle, so his rectum began to produce a type of fluid that helped lubricate his ass. Ana began to use Michael as a medieval flesh light. Ana used to use goat skin and a hollowed out log as a flesh light. But, Michael's soft insides felt do much nicer on Ana's cock then a log. She used to use her cum as liquid fertilizer for her crops, but now it's used for part of Michael's nutritional diet. Being pumped into Michael's intestines, he's able to digest it. Soon Ana begins to stroke Michael's cockagain. Michael soon explodes all over himself. Soon after, Ana cums too. Exploding inside Michael, so much that it begins to ooze out of Michael's hole. Ana walks around her home and sits down her bed with Micahael still stretched around Ana's dick. She takes him off her cock, and cradles Michael like a baby. "You want them, don't you?" Ana says motherly. Michael, looking at Ana's Double D breasts with her ripples erect and her large round areolas, nods eagerly. Ana then moves Michael closer to her right nipple and Michael happily begins suckling away. Tasty warm milk begins flowing into Michael's mouth. The semen in his intestines and the breastmilk flowing into Michael's stomach is enough to satisfy him for days. Ana moans as Michael sucks on her nipple. Michael finishes on the right nipple, and Ana moves him to her other nipple and sucks till that one's empty as well. "My, my...you were hungry, weren't you little man?" Michael, sleepily, nods yes and soon falls asleep in Ana's arms. She then lays down, and spoons Michael until they're both asleep.

The coast of Chile, 15 million years ago. It is a time called the Miocene. The Earth is cooling down and is preparing for the upcoming ice ages. Tropical forests are shrinking and are replaced by vast open grasslands, along with many new animals that have evolved for the open plains. The world is starting to become much more recognisable to us modern humans. Animals like cats, camels, seals and rhinos are seen alongside more unusual and ancient animals. The same applies to birds, while almost all modern groups are found in the Miocene, others are no longer around. We will follow one of these birds. He is a large male Osteodontornis. He looks somewhat like a modern albatros or pelican, but isn’t related to either of them. His most striking feature is his serrated beak, aligned with bony outgrows covered in keratin, almost looking like teeth. The second thing is his immense size. He has a wingspan of nearly 6 meters, making him one of the largest birds to ever fly. Normally he lives a

WELCOME BACK, PARTY PEOPLE! This should be the last chapter of setup before we get into the action and intrigue. Warnings, of course: more of Cornelia's casual ableism; more of Melvin's low self esteem, more of no one in this story being redeemable in the long run, and a brief mention of Walkmans. But if that's all alright with you, then ON WITH THE SHOW! *** DOUBLE TROUBLE: THE LEGEND OF CRIME BRULEE CHAPTER 4 *** All I’m presenting you with are the facts, and even I don’t have all of them. After all, back then, the Net was still new, and didn’t yet have the answer to your every burning question. Was Connie in over her head? On that, I'll leave it to you to opine, but it didn’t matter to Nellie, who still felt so robbed of her mentorship over Connie to give a damn about her sister’s well-being. Did Agent Daniels already have unsavory intentions regarding Connie’s ultimate fate? The truth is anyone’s guess, but it didn’t matter to Connie–not yet. She was still in the

Chapter 2: Boys Night Out 1:PM, 8206 Santa Monica Blvd, West Hollywood, CA- (Deliberately un-named-Dive Bar) “And I mean it too Chad. You’re fucking crazy.” James tone of voice and strong language indicated that he was quite concerned about Chad’s decision to play the field as it was. He thought that his best friend... Well, the only one left who he could see eye to eye with, was off of his rocker wanting to meet complete strangers with Chad’s present disabilities. Chadwick looked across their makeshift table made of old cardboard beer coasters. It was the best that the management could think of in the spur of the moment when the two Littles showed up wanting a few beers as they had claimed. They certainly did not want to appear unaccommodating to Littles as this could work against them real fast if the two went and complained to the press or God forbid, the Department of Health, so did the best that they could, even as silly as the whole entourage appeared. There were two