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Trusty Lab Assistant 2: Doc Ellington

by Carnaj

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© Copyright 2009 - Carnaj - Used by permission

Storycodes: F/m; FM/m; bag; foot-fetish; bond; surgery; experiment; reluct/nc; X

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Part 2: ‘Doc’ Ellington

I woke to total darkness, breathing hard. A wave of panic washed over me as I tried to accustom my sight to the shadows and did not recognize my surroundings. I did not know where I was, and started to flail about, tangling myself in the blankets about me. I felt silk and cotton, and there was a strange, suffocating smell in the air. I called out for my father, my mother…

The earth moved and I tumbled back into the darkness. I thought it was an earthquake, and in my present state of disorienting panic, I screamed. I saw the roof of my room split, and a wide shaft of glaring light beamed down on me from the heavens. I started to remember where I was, and what had happened to me.

I had been shrunk. There had been an accident at school and a mixture of spilled chemicals had somehow combined to shrink me down to the size of a mouse. My friend, Diane, had been there, and took me home for the night in order to keep me safe until we could confront Mr. McCormick, the Science teacher with my condition. She had put me in her panty drawer for the night, for safekeeping.

I stared up into the blinding light, blinking away tears as my eyes adjusted. I wondered what time it was, and what was going on. It felt as though I had just fallen asleep. I was dead tired, but felt otherwise healed. I had been in a sorry state after the accident; sick and dizzy and weak, and my skin was burned and blistered. My body felt fine now though, and I wondered at the miraculous rate of healing as I ran a hand over my smooth, unmarred skin.

A shadow filled the bar of light, and I squinted to take in Diane’s gigantic, harried face as it filled my field of vision. She looked as out of it as I felt, as though she had just woke up. Her short hair was tousled and out of place. Sleep crusted in the corners of her huge brown eyes as she blinked at me. She had no makeup on, though I knew she wore little anyway, and I noticed that she had the cutest trail of faint freckles running from cheek to cheek, across her nose. She seemed out of sorts, but gave me a little smile as she saw that I was awake.

“WE”RE LATE.” Her voice boomed over me, and I winced in pain, covering my ears, though it was not as bad as it had been the day before. I assumed that I was getting used to my current state of being. I saw pity cross her features, and she spoke softly from then on.

“Sorry. I over slept. My alarm didn’t go off.”

Without warning or apology, Diane reached a massive hand into the drawer and scooped me out along with a pair of panties. She set us on the bed, then continued rummaging through her drawers, continuing to speak as she searched for clothes.

“We’ve gotta get going. As it is, I don’t think we’ll make the first bell.” She tossed a bra and a pair of socks on the bed beside me, then hurried for the door. “We’ll have to see Mr. McCormick at lunch.”

“Lunch!” I yelled after her, but it was too late. Diane rushed out of the room, the door swinging too behind her. I plopped onto the soft bed and hung my head, wondering just how long this nightmare was going to go on. Under other circumstances, it might have been fun…even erotic, I suppose. There were a lot of things I guy my size could do to and for a girl like Diane. But I didn’t think of her that way. Not really. She was really cute, but she was my friend, and had been for too long. Even when we had played ‘doctor’ a time or two when growing up together, it had never gone beyond ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’. Still, I had noticed how she had matured. She had a great set of legs, and nice breasts. And I loved her feet. But then I loved all women’s feet: my own sick little fetish.

I leaned back, taking in the vast expanse of the comforter and the things Diane had placed near me. I was well aquainted with her panties, having spent the night with them, and I had spent a brief, agonizing minute in one of her tube socks, so there was nothing new there for me either. Her bra however was another story all together.

It towered over me as I crawled over to it, its black cups like twin hills pointing to the sky. I reached out and touched it, feeling the stiff, lacy material. It felt cool. I stood and circled it, feeling the straps and buckles as I passed them, then walking between the mounds to return where I had started. I started laughing, thinking how the bra seemed like a statue to me; like a huge monument dedicated to the majesty of Diane’s breasts. I fell back to the bed, holding my stomach, laughing even harder.

Something caught my attention and I cut short my laughter. Listening intently, I heard the far off sound of water cascading in the shower in the bathroom, and knew that Diane was still occupied. I rolled over onto my stomach and lay flat, surveying the room. I noticed nothing new, or out of place, until I glanced at the door. It had swung open and was now slightly ajar. Diane had pulled it to, but it had not latched shut.

I waited, not moving and barely breathing. I rationalized that if someone had opened an outer door in the house that a breeze or air pressure might cause this one to shift. Even someone passing in the hall might have stirred the door to swing open, but I had heard no one pass. I trembled, realizing what I feared it might be.


As if on cue, prompted by my mental utterance of its name, the big, ugly beast pounced up onto the bed. It might have been actually fluffy once upon a time, but now its yellow hair was streaked with gray and pale and matted down in spots on its body. It was as fat as I remembered, though obviously much bigger from my current point of view. One eye was glazed white and milky, but the other was alert and peering about. I saw its nose wrinkle, its whiskers twitching as it sniffed, seeking me.

I stayed prone on the bed, partially hidden by Diane’s bra. Terror swept over me, crashing down like a wave, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out. I watched the beast as it padded towards the pillows at the head of the bed, hoping that the lingering odors of Diane’s body would mask my own scent. It was huge, and my mind conjured images of the great prehistoric cats that probably plagued the lives of my far distant ancestors. I felt like a claymation figure in an old Harryhausen monster movie. I barely stifled a moan as I watched Fluffy circle twice then settle in on the pillows for a nap. I was trapped.


I heard a knock on the door and buried my head in the comforter in dismay as Diane’s sister, Pam, eased into the room. This just got better and better. I held my position, still hidden behind Diane’s brassier, hoping that like the cat, Pam would not see me. She stopped just inside the doorway, looking around the room, obviously annoyed that Diane was not available for her.

Pam was taller than Diane, and thus, towered far above me even from a distance. She was in decent shape too, though slimmer than her younger sister, and with a little more muscle tone as she was on the volleyball team through high school, and now in college I suspected. Her hair was longer and a little lighter than Diane’s, and she had it tied back in a tight ponytail. She wore no makeup as well, but had on a slender pair of round spectacles that I did not remember seeing her wear before, though I had not really seen her at more than passing in months. She wore a tight tee shirt of green that did not really do anything to flatter her small breasts, and a pair of faded blue denim pants that hugged her slender hips but made her long legs seem too straight.

She seemed about to leave, and I prematurely let out a sigh of relief when she noticed the cat curled up on the pillows. Her face broke into a wide grin as she stepped into the room and flopped onto the edge of the bed to scratch the beast behind its ears. It hissed slightly, having been roused from its nap, then started to purr in a gravelly voice as Pam scratched it pleasurably.

“HI KITTY.” Pam’s voice echoed around the room and pounded my eardrums, but there was nothing I could do but bear it. It was loud, but did not hurt as Diane’s had the day before. I watched as she stroked and poked at the cat, wishing that she would just pick the creature up and leave.

“GETTING HAIRS ALL OVER DIANE’S BED, KITTY.” She giggled, and I cringed. “PRINCESS ISN’T GOING TO LIKE THAT.” Pam sniggered and brushed the beast harder, depositing more hairs onto Diane’s pillows with every stroke. Fluffy, apparently tired of the unwanted affection, stood and quickly bounded off the bed and, thankfully, out the door, leaving Pam with a handful of fur. Pam brushed her hands together, letting the stray hairs fall to the bed, then shifted her weight, about to rise.

My heart skipped a beat as her huge face turned fully in my direction. Our eyes locked, and she cocked her head in curiosity. I saw her hand rise up and soar towards me like some great bird of prey. I tensed, ready to bolt…


Diane’s voice screeched, breaking the tense silence and jerked Pam up short just inches from grabbing me. Pam shot to her feet to confront her sister who was standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped about her body and her damp hair hanging loosely about her shoulders. She looked awesome.

“HIYA SIS.” Pam said casually standing before Diane with a conceited smirk on her face.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?” Diane asked as she moved past her sister and over to the bed to block me from Pam’s view. She had to speak normally, and I had to endure it.


“I’M LATE AS IT IS, PAM. CAN’T YOU TAKE THE BUS?” Diane sat on the bed, trying to act casual, and began brushing out her still dripping hair. Pam frowned, and I heard her sigh as though put upon.

“I’VE GIVEN YOU PLENTY OF RIDES BEFORE, BRAT. YOU KNOW MY CAR’S IN THE SHOP. TIME FOR YOU TO RETURN THE FAVOR.” I saw Pam cross her arms, waiting for a reply, and it was Diane’s turn to sigh. Diane was too nice for her own good. I would have made the bitch walk.


Pam grinned triumphantly, having won again, then turned on her heel to leave. “HURRY UP.” she added, before pulling the door closed behind her. Diane shifted on the bed, and turned to face me. A look of concern crossed her face, but when she saw that I was all right her expression softened. She smiled apologetically and my heart melted.

“Sorry about that. I guess we’re stuck with her for awhile. Luckily the college is on the way to school, so it shouldn’t make us any later than we already are.” She got up then, and went over to the vanity table to sit and finish her hair. I watched as she then applied a bit of lip-gloss, and a pale hint of shadow to her eyes.

I thought about telling her about the cat, but decided against it. I did not want her to worry, as she did seem concerned about my predicament, and my safety, despite the little bits of humiliation she had put me through the night before. Better to remind her to close the door next time, or maybe hide me if she was going to leave me alone. Hopefully there would not be a next time.

Finally she got up from the vanity and went to the closet. She pulled out a tee shirt and jeans, and dropped a pair of worn leather sneakers on the floor by the bed. She ordered me to turn around then, making a little twirling motion with her finger, and I complied. I made a big show of feeling dejected though, and this caused her to laugh happily, a sound like silver Christmas bells. Everything she did suddenly seemed pleasing to me, and I started to worry. What was happening to me now?

I felt the bed rock, and I tumbled over. I turned to see Diane tying her shoes, now fully dressed. She looked like any other girl from school, dressed rather plainly. Nothing glamorous or outstanding, but to me she seemed beautiful. I wondered if I was falling in love as I stared at her, or was it some motherly/protection thing. I had not taken Psychology yet, but I shuddered at the implications of the latter.

Diane glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and caught me staring. “What?” she asked, and I stuttered, saying it was nothing. She gave me an odd look, then scooped up her purse from the floor and set it on the bed, undoing the clasp and opening the flap. She ordered me in as she gathered her coat, then asked if I was ready before shouldering the bag and heading out the door and out of the house.

It was a chilly morning, but I had some protection in the purse, and I added to it, wrapping in a tissue to cover my naked body. I was prepared for the ride this time as well, and braced myself against the impending bumps and swinging. Before we got to the car I heard Pam’s muffled voice ringing with a snide tone.

“About time. I was getting cold.”

“Sorry Pam.” I heard Diane answer, trying to remain pleasant. “I did have to get dressed.”

“Whatever.” There was no love lost between these two.

Suddenly the flap on the purse opened and I briefly saw Diane’s face before her hand dove in. I wondered what was going on, then realized that she was fishing for her car keys. On a whim, I reached out and stroked her finger, and I heard her gasp in surprise. She casually flicked me away, then snatched the keys out of the bag, closing the flap again.

“What’s your problem?” I heard Pam ask, and Diane told her that she had just pricked her finger, which made me laugh. Within moments we were all in the car, and I was dumped onto the back seat again. I heard the engine start, and soon we were off.

The drive to school was about fifteen minutes, less for the college, and the sisters barely acknowledged one another during the entire trip. After a bit, I cautiously crawled to the top of the purse and poked my head out of the opening. Diane had dropped me directly behind the passenger seat, so there was little chance of Pam spotting me, so I settled back to enjoy the ride. I watched buildings pass by, and occasionally the reflection of another car in the window, though nothing came near enough to see me. Before long the car turned sharply, and the buildings were replaced by trees and I knew we had pulled onto the campus grounds. I edged back into the purse as I felt the car slow and Diane asked Pam where she wanted to be let out. Pam directed her, and eventually the car stopped. I heard Pam climb out, and without a ‘thank you’, heard the door slam shut.

“Bitch.” I heard that.

I felt the bag shift, and I tumbled down to the bottom as Diane moved it to the front seat.

“You can come out now, Billy.” I heard her say, and I cautiously poked my head out again as I felt the car start to move.

“Is it safe?” I asked, knowing that it was, and Diane smiled at my show of timidity.

“Yeah…It’s safe. The wicked witch is gone. Ding-Dong.” We both laughed and I settled down on her purse, which was softer than the vinyl seat cushions of the car. I watched Diane as she maneuvered the car, shifting gears and watching the road, her eyes always roving. I was totally enraptured by the way her feet moved, shifting from pedal to pedal as she changed gears, sped up or braked. It was like some bizarre ballet, and I could not help fantasizing what it would be like to be under her shoes, her feet pressing down on me.

“Are you okay?”

Diane’s voice snapped me from my daydreams and I jerked my head up to find her staring at me. We were not moving, apparently stopped for a red light as I heard cars buzzing by in the distance. I blushed under her gaze, and turned away, noticing that I had an erection. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

“You were really spacing out there, Billy. Is everything all right?” Her voice was soft and sweet, and I could see the concern in her face when I got the courage to look up at her again.

“I’m fine.” I mumbled sheepishly, but she did not seem convinced.

“What were you staring at down there…My feet?”

I swallowed my heart, which had suddenly swollen in my throat, and nodded.

Diane snorted in amusement, and shook her head. “What is with you? Are you one of those foot fetish freaks?”

I stared up at her. This was not going in a good direction. “I wouldn’t say freak, exactly.”

“I would have thought that you had other things to occupy your mind right now.” A horn blared behind us, and Diane started the car moving again. Like an idiot, I let my gaze drift to her feet, just for a second. She caught it.

“Jeez.” She giggled, then glanced at me, keeping one eye on the road. Her face was all seriousness now as she eyed me critically.

“Did you clean my sandals last night, when I left them on the bed?” she asked, and my voice locked up. I nodded.

“I thought so. I was just joking when I told you to, but I noticed they looked cleaner when I came back. What did you do? Polish them with the bed spread?”

“N-no…” I whispered. I was too far gone now. I had to tell her. “I- I used my tongue…”

“You licked them?” she gasped, and I felt the car swerve slightly. “You licked my dirty SHOES?” Her voice rose, but I don’t think she was aware of it. “WHAT ARE YOU…SICK?”

I covered my ears, begging her to calm down, and within a few blocks she did. I could see that her face was flushed with embarrassment, and her breasts were heaving as she tried to steady her breathing. She stared straight ahead as we waited at another red light, and I sat there stupidly, wondering what to say. When we started moving again, she spoke up first.

“I’m sorry, Billy. That was mean of me to say what I did. It was just a little…shocking.”

“As opposed to talking to a six-inch tall guy sitting on your purse.” I joked, and she smirked.

“You know what I mean. Don’t try to be cute.” She scolded me, but I could tell she did not really mean it. “It’s just…Well… We’ve known each other for years, and it’s strange to hear something like that coming from one of your best friends.” She glanced down at me and grinned, “Despite his current conditions.”

I watched as she eased the car around a long curve and knew that we were now about five minutes from the school. When she positioned the car for a long stretch, she glanced at me again.

“How long have you had this…fetish?”

“Since I was little…younger (I corrected).”

“You’ve had a thing for my feet since we were kids?”

“Well…Not just your feet. All women’s feet. But especially their shoes.”

“Oh.” She seemed a little hurt at that, but I couldn’t figure why. “Even your mother and sister?”

“Yes…I guess so. But it was nothing sexual.” I quickly added, lest she think me some kind of freak again. She considered for a moment, easing the car into another lane.

“I think it’s nothing but sexual, Billy. But I know what you mean, I think. What about my mother’s feet? And Pam’s?”

I nodded sheepishly, and she laughed. “Now that’s grotesque.” We drove on, and I saw that sparkle in her eye again.

“What do you want to do to my feet, Billy?” she asked.

“There’s not much I can do at this size.” I kidded, and she sniffed, hiding her amusement.

“You’re being cute again, shorty.” She flashed her dazzling smile again, and I was hers.

“You answer me now, and tell me the truth. I’d hate to have to punish you for fibbing.” She chuckled, and I felt the car slowing down. “Do you want to kiss my feet? Lick my shoes? Is that what gets you hot?”

“Yes.” I whispered, and this seemed to delight her for some reason.

“Have you ever done it with a girl before? The feet thing, I mean.”


“Would you like to?”

I stared up at her in disbelief. She was staring squarely down at me, a smile of anticipation curling her lips. I only then noticed that the car had stopped. “God, yes.” I said, and fell forward onto my knees, which was really not all that much of a shift in my position, but Diane got the hint.

In a flash she had gently scooped me up in her hand and deposited me on the gritty floormat at her feet. She stared down at me through her legs, and I in turn stared up at her, wondering what I should do next. I guess I looked pretty stupid, as she burst out in a fit of giggles.

“Well, go ahead.” She urged me on, seeing that I was confused, then returned her attention back to the road as she eased the car back out into traffic. “No reason you shouldn’t have a little fun with this, and it certainly won’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you. Just be careful down there. Don’t get under foot.”

She ignored me then, so I turned about and stared at her feet. They seemed huge to me, though I’m sure in actuality they were quite small. I watched as they went through the motions of driving the car; brake, gas, shift. After a bit, the car was running smoothly and Diane slid her foot off of the clutch pedal and placed it flat on the floor. Cautiously, I approached, feeling the vibrations of the car through my own bare feet.

I could smell the well-worn leather of her shoe as I inched my way forward. She was wearing ankle socks, and I stared at the little pink fuzzy ball that dangled before my eyes. It was almost mesmerizing, the way it bounced with the movements of the car, and tentatively I reached out and touched it. It felt strange.

I reached past the ball and caressed the leather of her shoe. It was soft and smooth, and oddly warm, from the heat of Diane’s feet I supposed. I stroked the leather lovingly, trailing my hand along the side of her foot as I made my way to the toe cap. I could see her toes flexing under the leather, like a thing alive, some captive animal. A ‘toe beast’. I giggled at the thought. I glanced up, and caught her glancing away. Diane was watching me, and watching out for me, I suspected. I bent low, lying on the tip of her shoe so she could feel my weight, and kissed her foot.


I heard Diane scream and suddenly the car veered sharply, sending me sprawling off of her shoe and out of control. I slammed back against the brake pedal, dazed from the impact as Diane’s foot shifted to press down over me. I briefly saw the worn tread on the sole of her shoe before her foot covered me and pressed down on the pedal (and me) with all her weight. I screamed in agony as her foot mashed me flat, expecting to hear my own body pop as I exploded under her shoe.

Oddly, I did not die.

Her foot continued to press down on me, and I continued to scream as I felt the car skid to a stop with a squeal of rubber. After an eternity, Diane shifted her foot, and I was peeled away from the pedal to fall face first onto the floor mat. I felt the grit on the rubber mat under my body, and the stiff bristles of the frayed carpet as well. I sensed Diane’s feet on either side of me, but I could not focus my eyes. I heard Diane screaming again, from a long way away.


A shadow swooped in and fell over me and I was suddenly flying again. I moaned at the movement, as intense pain wracked my body. I wanted to die, but strangely, I felt secure in the tender warmth of her hand.

I saw her face as she held me up, but it looked elongated and distorted, as though reflected in a fun house mirror. Her eyes were wide with fright, and sparkling with a wetness. She was crying.


I wasn’t dead. I hurt too much to be dead. I tried to speak…to breathe, but my lungs were on fire. I tried to move, but my body was mush. I glanced down my frame, rolling my eyes (even that hurt), and I saw that my body was almost flat. There was no blood, but I could see a black bruise forming, rising up on my skin from my crushed legs to my flattened out chest. I could see the tread marks of Diane’s shoe all along my body. I looked up at Diane, one final time, then closed my eyes to wait for death to claim me.


I heard Diane gasp, her voice a whisper. I opened my eyes again, and oddly, her face was back in proportion. The pain was still there, but diminished I noted as I glanced down at my body. The black bruise that had coated my skin was a faded blue, now turning to a sickly yellow. As I stared in disbelief, I could see the impressions of Diane’s shoe popping out of my skin with every breath. My lungs were no longer on fire, so I tried to speak.


A bit of blood spurted from my lips onto my chest, but there was no pain. Diane’s eyes grew impossibly huge, and the tears poured forth as she hugged me to her breasts. I moaned as she squeezed me, and I heard my back popping, but the pain slowly drifted away to nothing. Miraculously, I was alive, and healed.

Diane held me out before her, letting me rest gently in the palms of her hands. She was sniffing back tears as she inspected my little body, tilting me from side to side. My eyes focused on the tiny spot of blood on her shirt, smeared there from my chest.

“God Billy…I thought I had cr-crushed you.” she said, her voice still choked with tears.

“You did…” I croaked, trying to find my voice. “What happened?”

“A stupid d-dog ran out in front of the c-car.” she sobbed, “I can’t believe you’re alive. You were smashed f-flat. Like silly putty. Then y-your body just seemed to f-fill out again…You healed right in my hands.” She sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of one hand while she held me gingerly with another.

I tried to take in all she had said, and it seemed to jive with what I experienced. I don’t know how delusional I was from the pain, but I would swear that she had smashed me flat like she had said. But here I was, whole and healthy, with only the slightest pain receding in my back. What had I become?

“Fuck school.” She said abruptly, giving me a final hug before setting me down on her purse once again. “I can’t deal with this. We’re going to see Mr. McCormick as soon as we get to school, and he’s going to change you back. And if he can’t help you, then we’ll find someone who can. I’m not gonna let you down, Billy. I’ll protect you, and take care of you until we find somebody to get rid of this curse.”

With a look of determination, Diane gunned the engine and roared back into traffic. I heard the blare of horns behind us, and wondered just how rubbery and indestructible I had become. Could I survive the fireball of an exploding car? I crawled back into the purse and hung on to the tissues for dear life, hoping that Diane would get us to school in one piece.


We found Mr. McCormick where we had last seen him the day before, in his lab, teaching his class. Diane, at that point, did not really care about protocol, and marched right into the room to confront him. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear the determination in her voice when she told the teacher that she needed to see him, and I guess he did as well. He told the class to busy themselves and followed Diane to his desk, which was situated in the supply room shared by the class next door.

“What seems to be the problem, Diane?” he asked, and I could picture him straightening his glasses as he looked her over. “You seem upset.”

I felt the bag thump down, on the desk I assumed, and light flooded in as Diane folded back the flap. I heard her voice- “LOOK.”, and a moment later I saw Mr. McCormick’s confused face as it filled the opening over head. I saw his eye brows arch up, causing his thick glasses to slide down his nose as he let out a startled gasp.


I winced in pain as his voice boomed directly down on top of me. Diane warned him to lower his voice, as she knew it hurt me, but it was too late.

“A little man?” I heard the other voice from far away. A new voice, definitely feminine, and I heard the clack of heels on the tiled floor as this new person approached. I heard Diane say ‘no’, and I felt her purse jiggle, but a second later a large dark face was peering down at me, having pushed Mr. McCormick aside. I recognized the face, despite the size. It was Doctor Ellington, ‘Doc’ Ellington as the students called her behind her back. She was an imposing woman standing well over six feet tall, and a stereotypical example of a female scientist; her dark hair always fixed in a severe bun, big, thick glasses, plain dresses hidden beneath a white lab coat. I had noticed that she always wore low heeled, black leather pumps or sometimes flat casuals. She was Afro-American, and sexy, in a 50’s sci-fi kind of way. She was also head of the school Science Department.

Her eyes grew wide as she spotted me amidst the junk in the bottom of Diane’s purse, but unlike Mr. McCormick, who just stared stupidly, she reached right in and snatched me up. She held me up for the three of them to see, between thumb and forefinger at my waist. I grabbed at her long red nails as she squeezed a bit too hard, turning me this way and that for a better view. I heard Diane ask her to be careful, but she was ignored.

“THIS IS INCREDIBLE.” The doctor said, dangling me by one leg. I heard Diane’s gasp, but could not see her. I flailed about, yelling at the woman to put me down, and she finally did, dumping me onto Mr. McCormick’s cluttered desk. The three giants leaned over me, staring at me, and I covered my privates, humiliated again.

“WHERE DID YOU FIND IT?” Doc Ellington asked, poking me with her long fingernail.

“He’s not an it.” I heard Diane jump to my defense, anxiety in her voice. “He’s my friend. His name is Billy.”


“Please…” Diane pleaded, “Keep your voices down. It hurts him.” Though oddly, it no longer did. Still, I was happy she was there, fighting for me.

“I can imagine.” Doc Ellington said with amusement, though she lowered her volume. “At his size, every noise must seem like an explosion. How did this happen?”

“He was straightening the work stations last night, when he dropped a bin of chemicals. I didn’t actually see it, but I heard the crash and ran over to see what had happened. I saw his clothes on the floor, soaked through, and there were noxious fumes in the air. I started spraying down the area, washing the chemicals down the floor drain when I saw him on the grating. I panicked, and put him in a sink to wash him off.”

“You touched him?” the doctor asked.

“Not at first. I used a pair of tongs until I thought he was clean. We discussed what had happened, and I decided to take him home until today, when we were going to see Mr. McCormick to see if he could change him back.”

“I see.” Both women turned to the old man then, waiting to see if he had anything to say. He adjusted his bow tie under their scrutiny and shrugged. “I wondered what that mess came from. You should have cleaned it up, Diane.”

“I had more important things on my mind at the time.” She snapped, turning back to the woman. “There’s more. In addition to his shrinking, he seems to be almost indestructible.”

The doctor looked at Diane quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” Diane began, and I could tell she was thinking how best to explain what had happened in the car without bringing up my fetish. “I accidentally stepped on him this morning. I thought I had killed him, but when I examined his body, it just seemed to pop back into place, like it was made of rubber or something. He was flat, and in pain for awhile, but now he seems fine.”

“Fascinating.” The doctor poked me again, a bad habit that was quickly boring me. “His body does seem…spongy, or rubbery I guess.”

“Can you help him?” Diane asked.

“I don’t know. What chemicals was he bathed with?”

“I don’t know?”

The doctor turned again to Mr. McCormick, and he shrugged. “I have them in my lesson plans, but I have no idea how much of what got on him. I can provide a list.”

“That will help, for a start.” Doctor Ellington turned back to Diane. “I’m sorry Miss…”


“Diane. I’m sorry Diane, but the best we can do is run a few tests and try to figure out what exactly is present in his body that should not be there. It will probably take some time, so I suggest you go along to class, and stop in after school, and I’ll tell you what we’ve discovered.”

Diane looked frantic. “B-But…I don’t want to just leave him. I want to stay with him. He’s my friend. He needs me.”

“Oh hush, girl. He’ll be fine, and you’ll just be in the way. You can see him after classes this afternoon. Now run along.”


“GO.” Doctor Ellington dismissed Diane with a wave of her hand, but Diane just stood there, staring at me. There were tears in her eyes again.

“I-I’m sorry, Billy. I…Will you be all right?” I could hear her voice cracking. I did not want her to leave, as Doctor Ellington scared me, but I did not want to worry Diane. The doctor was trying to help me, right? I sucked up my courage and told Diane that I would be fine, and probably back to normal when she came for me at the end of the day. She sniffed, and forced a smile as she picked up her purse. I think she wanted to touch me, but didn’t.

“I-I’ll be back this afternoon then. Please be careful with him.”

“Of course. Now run along and I’ll phone the office to explain your tardy. If these aren’t extenuating circumstances, I don’t know what qualifies.”

We watched as Diane backed away, giving me a final smile of support before disappearing around the corner and running from the class room. I heard the door slam shut, a knell of doom. Doc Ellington wasted no time in roughly picking me up in her hand. She started prodding me with her finger again as she spoke to Mr. McCormick.

“Robert, call the office and explain to them that that girl and this boy were here all morning at my request to explain their absences. Then tell them that I’m canceling my classes for the rest of the day, and they should assign Study Hall to my students. I have to examine our little friend here, and I don’t want to be disturbed. Understood?”

Mr. McCormick swallowed and nodded submissively. “Yes Ma’am.” he said in a slight voice, then scurried off to do as she said. The doctor returned her attention to me, scratching a line down my chest with her fingernail as I squirmed in her grip. She smiled as I whined at the pain she inflicted an evil gleam in her eye, then stuffed me into one of the over-sized pockets of her white lab coat and walked back to her room to dismiss her class.


When we were finally alone, Doc Ellington pulled me from her pocket and set me on the cold linoleum of a countertop at what I could only assume was her personal workstation. It was like all the others, with a sink and Bunsen burner, a stack of Petrie dishes off to one side and a small microscope. Unlike the others, she had a notebook opened to one side, along with a small scale and a tapemeasure. She also had a small leather case, like a small purse, sitting within reach. She was searching through a drawer that opened directly beneath the workstation when she finally spoke.

“What’s your name, boy?”

I told her, and she produced a pen, writing my name down in her notebook. After awhile, she had asked my height and weight before the accident, as well as where I lived, my relative’s names and phone numbers, my history of illness and diet, blah, blah, blah… Nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing that my family doctor or his nurses had not asked me before. It was afterward that it began.

Without warning she snatched me up and placed me on the small scale, recording my miniscule weight when the machine finally settled. She told me to stand, then began measuring me, then my appendages, including my penis with a smirk. She jotted it all down in her books, and asked me if Diane had measured me with a full erection. I told her no, and she said not to worry as it probably wasn’t worth measuring the difference, but would do so if the opportunity presented itself. I blushed at her frankness, and she snorted in amusement, explaining that she had seen bigger and better before.

“That couldn’t have been too hard.” I said, and she laughed out loud, writing something in her book. After some time, she was apparently satisfied with her notations concerning my overall size, and she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and chewing on the cap of her pen as she considered what to do to me next. She saw my eyes drift to her long, shapely legs and scooted back, giving me a better view as she bobbed one foot. I swallowed as I saw her pump slip from her heel and dangle from her toes.

“Ahh…” she said. “There’s that final measurement.” She folded up her tape measure and held it next to my erection, giggling at the size as she jotted down the length. She set down her pen and leaned back in her chair again, folding her hands over her stomach then, eyeing me closely.

“A leg man are we? Oh, don’t be so shocked. Do you think I wear heels because I enjoy their ‘comfort’? Hardly.” She slid her chair forward, hiding my view of her legs and feet, and leaned forward, resting her elbows on the countertop. She steepled her fingers high above me. “I wear heels and skirts to keep little boys like you in line. You would be surprised to learn how many men share your…desires.

“I’m going to be blunt. I need to run some tests. I need to draw blood, and I’m going to need you to hold perfectly still through much of what I have planned. We can try it the easy way, with your cooperation, but frankly, I don’t think you have the tolerance to stand up to the pain. You’ll be squirming and crying, and I don’t have the patience for that. So I’m going to tape you down to a piece of plastic, like a large transparent slide, and I’m going to gag you with a bit of tape as well. Any problems with that?”

I turned and started to run, leaping from my perch on the scale, but the doctor was too fast for me. She snatched me out of mid air and closed her fist about me. She dumped me on the countertop, on the aforementioned piece of plastic, and held me down easily with one finger as she proceeded to rip strips of transparent tape from a dispenser and tape me spread eagle to the smooth, flat surface. When she had me secured; wrists and ankles, and a wide strip across my stomach and throat, she took a bit of rolled up gauze and snipped a tiny piece off, picking it up with a pair of tweezers. I saw what was coming and clamped my mouth shut. The doctor just chuckled and shook her head, then began pressing her thumb down on my groin until I was screaming in pain. Quickly she stuffed the bit of gauze into my mouth and held it there as she ripped off another piece of tape. She pressed this over my mouth, making sure that my nose was clear, then doubled it with another strip, pressing this down and around my face with her fingernails.

Satisfied, she watched me squirm and scream for a bit, then excused herself and strolled off to another part of the room, out of my sight. I was breathing hard, and winded, and the sweat of panic was dripping from me but try as I might, I could not get free or make the slightest noise. I lay back, listening, and I heard her heels as she walked about the classroom, though I had no idea what she was up to. Gathering instruments for my impending torture, I assumed. After a few minutes she came back and took her seat.

I watched her intently, terrorized by her threats, and my position. She undid the snap and tie on the small leather case, and I started screaming into my gag as she produced a slender scalpel. True to her prediction, there was no way I would have willingly submitted to what she was going to do, and still, even tied down as I was, I tried to squirm away as she lowered the scalpel to my skin. I felt a burning sensation, and screamed, but the pain quickly passed. She made a note, then cut me again, this time across the belly, and again I cried out silently in pain. So it went, over and over. She cut me again and again, on different parts of my body; chest, leg, arm. It was all the same. She cut, then wrote in her journal.

I watched her eyes and face as she cut me, and there was a thrill of delight in her countenance as each incision made me bleed. She was trying to stay clinical, and analytic, but she was like a kid in a candy store as each cut brought a new response or idea. At one point, she produced a stopwatch and started timing my rate of healing. Later, she stopped making random cuts and started aiming for my vitals. She jabbed me in the wrist, and in the heart. She sliced off my left nipple and was ecstatic to watch it grow back. She set up a video camera and tape recorder immediately after that, deciding to record her findings visually and vocally from then on. She logged in the date and time, then proceeded to explain what she was about to do. Now I had to wait in anticipation as she described each new torture before hand.

She wanted to take a sample of my blood to study, but found that even the slightest hypodermic needle was too large to accommodate. I watched her think for a bit, and I will admit that she was impressively smart and thorough. I also came to recognize when she had a new idea. Her eyes would light up and grow wide, and she would smirk, curling the left corner of her lips. In that instance she took the scalpel in hand and the needle in the other. She droned on in a monotone voice as she slit my throat, exposing my jugular vein, then quickly jammed the needle into my throat as my blood pulsed from my wound. I watched as my blood seeped into the hypo, and I could feel the wound trying to close about the needle before she pulled it free. I was in constant pain now, but apparently even a fatal wound would not kill me, and Doc Ellington noted that as well. She took the blood sample away, and actually left me alone for a time.

I healed, and the pain receded. I squirmed in my bonds, but still gained no freedom. I knew better than to cry out. Who would hear me at my size. I heard the school bell ring, and at my size, it was hell. I thought my ears were bleeding, but I knew that even if they were, they would heal. I lay there suffering for some time, through the late bell in fact, when a shadow fell over me. It was Mr. McCormick.

“ Hello, M’boy. How are you holding up?”

He stared down at me, obviously aware of my helplessness, but he made no move to free me. I screamed into my gag, but he ignored my cries, producing a metal pick from his jacket pocket as he proceeded to inspect my bound body. He poked and prodded me with the sharp instrument, ignoring my moans, sticking me in the stomach and ribs and lifting my groin to inspect my privates. I thought he was about to work the pick into my anus, when Doctor Ellington came to my rescue. She stepped up beside him and peered over his shoulder to see what he was doing, then placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

“ Now, now, Robert. Mustn’t jump ahead.”

Mr. McCormick withdrew the prod and smiled at his peer. She smiled back and took his arm, leading him away from the workstation as I writhed in my bonds. She flattered him and cooed in his ear, and I was sure that within seconds he had forgotten me. A few minutes later Doc Ellington returned and sat in her chair, watching me. After a bit, she lit a cigarette, then picked up the microphone on her tape recorder.

“Journal entry number 124…

“10:53 am.

“I have exhausted the expectations of the scalpel, and cutting the subject thoroughly. All parts of his body seem equally resilient, and his healing factor is undiminished throughout his system. I considered employing blades of various sizes, but deemed that it would have no true impact on the experiment. I have decided to use heat as the next implement…fire…to see if the subject’s healing factor can compensate. I will start at his feet…”

I screamed as she touched the burning tip of her cigarette to the soles of my feet. The pain was intense. I passed out, but Doc Ellington was nice enough to wait for me to come around before she burned me again…


The day drug on, and the doctor tried every little thing she could think of to hurt me, short of vivisection, and I truly don’t know why she decided against that. She burned my entire body before lunch, recording my screams of agony for her journal and marking off the time it took me to recover with each application of her cigarette. Sometime after noon she decided to eat, and sat back in her chair, watching me squirm as she ate. Occasionally some student would come to her room, either ignorant that she had cancelled classes, or just stupid. She chased them away before they saw anything however, and before long she was back to her experiments.

Over the next few hours the doctor exposed me to every torture she could think of. She dripped acid on me, watching as it burned a hole in my stomach before the wound healed. She pulled on my penis with a pair of tweezers until it ripped off, then watched as it regrew. She finally sliced off my arms and legs, and seemed surprised that they would not regrow, then seemed astonished as the limbs reattached when she reopened the wounds and held them together. I suspect that she wanted to cut off my head, but was not confident that I would survive. I faded in and out of consciousness throughout, and the least torture I experienced was when she smeared influenza into an open wound and watched, timing me to see how long it took for me to shake the sickness.

She was running out of tricks near the end of the day, when I heard a familiar voice off in a dream. I moaned, as the day’s events had taken their toll on me, and I saw the doctor rise as the voice called out again. It was Diane.

I screamed into my gag with all my energy, knowing that Diane could not possibly hear me, but I tried none the less. Doc Ellington rose from her chair, and without a second thought, plunged a long pin through my throat, pinning me to the plastic and choking off my cries. She watched me squirm for a moment, making sure that she had properly silenced me, then draped a towel over my writhing body to hide me. I heard her heels clacking against the floor as she went to answer the door.

“Yes?… Oh hello, Diane.”

“Hello, Dr. Ellington. I’ve come to pick up Billy. If you haven’t cured him, that is.”

“Oh… But I did, Diane. Some time ago. It was a simple matter of injecting some steroids into his system to counter the chemicals that had permeated his blood stream. I sent him on his way just after lunch. I assumed he would have visited you straight away to tell you the good news.”

“No…he didn’t”

“Hmmn… Well he’s probably about somewhere. I told him not to leave the grounds before classes were out, just in case there were any side affects. I haven’t heard from him though. Perhaps he’s with his girlfriend…”


“Some girl named Beth… I just assumed-“

“Thank you doctor. If he happens by, tell him I’ve…Tell him I’ve gone home.”

“Of course…good night.”

I heard the door shut and lock, and I knew that I was doomed. Diane had given up on me, believing the simplest lie that the doctor could concoct, and I was suddenly gone. Her property and pet, Doc Ellington was going to take me home and keep experimenting on me until she discovered why I would not die. I knew that she did not care a whit as to why I had shrunk. She just wanted to live forever, and I was her key to longevity. She approached the table and jerked the pin from my throat after removing the towel she had draped over me. The wound healed in seconds.

“Your friend seems very devoted, little man. She didn’t reckon with me, however. I’m going to take you home with me, and I’m going to learn your secrets… eventually. You won’t enjoy it, I imagine. But I really don’t care.”

I squirmed and pulled at my bonds as she walked away. I did not want to go home with her, as I knew that would be the last anyone saw of me. But try as I might, the tape would not loosen, and I was held fast. Before long, Doc Ellington returned, wearing a long coat and carrying a briefcase. She set the case on the countertop and picked up the plastic slide, which held me. She looked me over, smiling from ear to ear.

“You’re going to make me rich, little man. And help me live forever.” She kissed me then, her tongue flicking my penis, before she stuffed me, plastic and all, into the tight confines of her briefcase. She did not seem concerned as she wiggled the plastic that held me down into one of the cases’ many pockets, and sealed the case with a snap of locks. I felt the case rise into the air and float along as she walked to the door of her classroom. I heard the door slam, then heard the sound of her heels on the outer walk.

Suddenly I was falling.

I felt the briefcase bounce, jarring me in my restraints, before tipping over, leaving me hanging from the tape. I wondered what was happening, and of course I tried to get away again, but I was trapped, blind, deaf, and dumb in my bonds until Doc Ellington took me out. I listened, and thought that I heard something beyond the confines of my prison, but could not make out the sound. Then silence…

The case shifted upright, and I heard a key fumbling in the lock. The clasp fell away, and I saw a dim light overhead as someone pulled the flap away. Suddenly I was moving, and I felt the piece of plastic that held me being lifted free. I closed my eyes, wondering what knew tortures the doctor had invented for me to endure, waiting…waiting…

I heard the voice of an angel then…


I was saved…


Diane hugged me to her breast, slab of plastic and all. She was crying again, and I have to admit that I was too. I had never been so happy to see anyone in all my life. She held me at arm’s length then, and just stared at me. I had to look like a butterfly, pinned to the wall, but she did not seem to care. I squirmed under her gaze, and she burst into tears again.

“Oh, God…Billy…I thought I had killed you again.”

I hung there, wishing she would free me, or at least remove my gag so I could talk. I glanced about, worried that someone might see us… me, and I saw the doctor lying unconscious on the ground. There was a fire extinguisher lying near by, and you did not have to be Columbo to figure that Diane had knocked her over the head. I could see that the doctor was still breathing. Diane had not killed her, and somehow, that worried me. But of course, I could say nothing about it.

Diane hugged me to her breast again and started running for the parking lot. She told me not to worry, that she would free me soon, but what else could I do. I was six inches tall, taped to a piece of plastic and gagged. I could do nothing but worry. We passed a few people on her mad dash for her car, and I heard someone call her name, but she ignored them. Before long we were there, and she set me on the roof of her car as she fumbled in her purse for her keys. My eyes grew wide, imagining that she would forget me, leaving me on the roof as she drove away. But I was wrong. I heard the door open and Diane set me on the passenger seat, then climbed into the car after me. She was still crying, and shaking, as she fumbled the car key towards the ignition. She was in no condition to drive, and I hoped to heaven that she would not. I screamed into my gag and thrashed about in my bondage, trying to get her attention.

Diane slumped forward, crossing her arms atop the steering wheel and rested her head on her arms. She cried as I hung there, helplessly taped to my plastic slide. There was nothing I could do but squirm against my bonds, hoping that she would notice me. Obviously, she had never had to do what she had done, hitting someone. And it seemed that she had never cared enough to want to do it either. I wondered what it had taken for her to fight to get me back.

Diane slumped back in her seat and sighed. Her eyes were red and puffy, and tears were still running down her cheeks. She turned her head to look at me, and her gaze was vacant.

“Jesus… I killed her, Billy. I killed her…”

I shook my head violently, trying to tell her ‘no’, wishing that she would free me. I screamed into my gag. Screamed her name at the top of my lungs. I saw her eyes focus, trying to locate the source of the noise. She gasped…

“OH GOD!” I winced. Then- “Oh Billy…I’m so sorry.” She started to cry again as she pulled me from the board, tape and all. It hurt, and half my body hair was ripped away as she peeled off the transparent tape, but I healed. When she ripped away the gag, I screamed, feeling the wad of soggy gauze jerked roughly from my mouth in a stream of spit. Diane tossed the plastic and the tape out the window and held me in her hands, watching as my skin corrected itself, fading from an ugly red to pink. In seconds I was back to normal, and Diane held me up to her face.

“Are you all right, Billy?” Diane eyed me, inspecting my naked body for any signs of lingering injury. I sat upright in the palm of her hand and nodded. I still ached a bit, like a dull toothache in my arms and legs, and groin, but in time it seemed that this too would pass. I told Diane so. She smiled, and hugged me cautiously to her breast again.

“Thank God. I was so worried.” She held me out again, glancing out the window as some kids passed her car. She seemed to be calming down as she gently placed me on the passenger seat.

“We better get out of here. I don’t think anyone saw me hit Doctor Ellington, but they’re bound to find the body soon. We gotta go before the cops show up.” Diane apparently still thought that she had killed the doctor with the fire extinguisher, and I could hear the edge of panic creeping back into her voice. I tried to calm her down.

“She’s not dead, Diane. At least she wasn’t when you snatched me. I saw her breathing.”

“What? You’re sure?” I nodded, and saw Diane sag with a wave of relief. I quickly pointed out that though that saved her butt, mine was still in danger. I figured that the ‘mad scientist’, Doc Ellington, would not call the police, but she would still be after me. Diane looked a little shocked at that, but it did not take long to get her to agree with me.

“I thought it was weird when she wouldn’t let me see you at lunch. She said you were in some vital phase of an experiment, and that you couldn’t be disturbed or it might have ‘detrimental effects’. I came back after fifth period again, and the door was locked, and she wouldn’t answer.” I vaguely remembered a pounding sound at about that time, but was in a delirium of pain waiting for my legs to reattach themselves, so had dismissed the noise.

“I knew she was lying when she said later that she had cured you and you had gone off with your ‘girlfriend’. I know you’ve got no girlfriend.” She smirked, calm again, and in control of her emotions. She slid the car key into the ignition and gunned the engine to life, and despite my self, my gaze once more drifted to the floor and her feet.

“Knock it off, Billy.” She commanded. “This is serious. I’ve got to get you home and safe, away from that evil bitch. Then we’ve got to figure out what to do next.” Diane eased the car out of its parking space and headed into traffic, towards the exit. I could see her mind working, trying to reason out a plan of action. I tried to think as well, but my mind just wasn’t up to the task right then.

I had been through hell for the better part of that day, and would later find that it was to be the first of many. Diane was a great friend, to help me out, but it was hard on us both, and what little pleasure that was to come my way would be over balanced by her authority and protectiveness. She would have to become my ‘keeper’ for the duration, and as we found out, it quickly became a full time job. I was almost totally helpless at my size, and completely dependent on her grace and favor. We could apparently trust no one, as we learned the hard way, but that left us back at the beginning…

What to do next…


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