THE EXPERIMENT

PROLOGUE:

This is a story about an experiment. On the surface the story is about a science experiment using the latest technology that our great society has developed. But, if we probe deeper, there are several levels to this story.

This is also an experiment in human relations. Relations between an employer and an employee, relations between a mentor and protege, and, ultimately, relations between a man and a woman.

There are other experiments as well. Experiments of a man and a woman as they try to redefine themselves. Experiments of two people as they try to deal with new realities and fantasies that they have realized. Finally, there is the experiment that is life itself. How we deal with what and who we are and all the sudden changes that we encounter on a daily basis. Sit back and enjoy as we begin "The Experiment."

CHAPTER I: A PROPOSAL

Bruce Feld was having a good day. As executive assistant to Elliot Klein, the president of Mininsynthesis Corporation, Bruce was mowing down his assignments as was his wont. Klein placed a lot on Bruce's shoulders and it was a rare day when he disappointed his boss. But that was the way Bruce was, always performing above everyone's expectations.

As a shining star at Mininsynthesis, his future was limitless. As Mr. Klein's protege Bruce was in a position to make all his dreams happen. His hard work seemed to always pay off and both he and his boss had big plans for Bruce's future. In many ways Bruce was the son that Mr. Klein had never had. Because of this, his affection for Bruce was genuine which resulted in Bruce's rapid and deserved advance in the company.

When Mr. Klein wasn't tinkering with ways to improve his company, much of his time was devoted to his daughter, Ellen. Ellen was six when her mother, Nora (the n in MiniNsynthesis) Klein, passed away. It was a blow from which the little girl never fully recovered. Many years of therapy and home schooling turned her into a functioning adult, but at 25 she seemed to have crested in potential, and worked for her father in a variety of jobs at Minisynthesis.

Ellen problems seemed to run the gamut of the worst of an emotionally underdeveloped person. Having grown up on a large estate with no playmates, she was surrounded by adults and never developed the requisite social skills needed to move about in society. A bright young woman, college was a disaster for her as her lack of soial skills left her perplexed, depressed and friendless. Men attracted to her beautiful face and the immense boobs hanging off her waiflike 4'10' 97 pound body, quickly realized that she was too much trouble emotionally to deal with.

It was for all these reasons that she perferred to live in what her father called her fantasy world. Her world was a world of dolls and dollhouses. Her father, desperate to do anything bring her out of her shell, allowed her an unlimited amount of funds to pursue her hobby. The result was, unfortunately, a young woman totally detached from reality who filled several large rooms at the Klein estate with some of the most beautiful and lifelike dolls and many dollhouses (some with running water and electricity) in which to house them.

For Bruce, Ellen was a special challenge. Mr. Klein was always asking him to find things for her to do. Ellen reported to Bruce (there was no one else in the company that could deal with her or wanted to) and he did the best he could to keep her busy. Given the high tech nature of Mininsynthesis's operation, it took all of Bruce's skills to keep Ellen occupied.

Mininsynthesis produced many products but it's most successful product line was the portasizer which was the first and only shrinking technology to be developed anywhere. While the early models allowed only inanimate objects to be shrunk and restored back to normal size, later models were developed that worked on animals and ultimately human beings.

Because of the potentially extremely dangerous nature of the portasizer, the persons who made them, tested them, shipped them and handled them in any way were sent for a battery of psychological tests to ensure, to the maximum extent possible, that they were fit to handle and could be trusted with such powerful devices.

Most of the sales of the portasizer were to the military but the Federal government, which strictly regulated the sales, was now allowing universities and research facilities to buy them under strigent conditions.

It was, perhaps, the greatest of coincidences that Ellen' father helped to invent the portasizer. It was as if he had subconsciously tried to fulfill his daughter's fantasy of creating living dolls for her dollhouses. He repeatedly reassured himself that it was, in fact, just a coincidence, something he mused about with Bruce but few others.

Having a living doll was Ellen's fantasy but every attempt to broach the subject with her father was soundly and utterly rebuffed. The lines went something like "I won't hear of this, I won't even consider it, no way no how," etc. Still Ellen refused to give up on her dream and it was a long Friday afternoon when her dad was racing to get out of town for a week that his judgement didn't just get impaired, it collapsed. After hours of incessant whining, he finally agreed to Ellen's demands. A weekend with a living doll. He did after all trust her totally. This despite her state of emotional arrest. Because she had never once, as a good little daddy's girl, violate his trust, he made a mistake that he was to rue for a long time to come. He agreed to allow Ellen to shrink someone. That was the difficult part. The easy part was picking the person to shrink.

Bruce was working in his office when Mr. Klein called him. He too was looking forward to the weekend and the week ahead when Mr. Klein would not be around. He was going over monday's schedule when his boss asked him to come to his office.

Just some last minute instructions thought Bruce as he made his way to Mr Klein's office. Ellen was sitting outside when he arrived but he didn't give it much thought. She was often there, worried about something or other. Upon entering the office Mr. Klein motioned for the door to be closed and Bruce dutifully did so.

"Bruce I need a favor" was how it began "Anything Mr. Klein, anything." That was the winning attitude of Bruce and Mr. Klein smiled and told Bruce to sit down. When he explained his proposal Bruce thought he was joking but it was quickly clear to him that this crackpot scheme was, actually, something Mr. Klein hoped to put in motion immediately. The perfect company man he didn't want to disappoint his boss but on this one Bruce wondered abouthis judgement. Still, he dared not speak against the idea out of his desire not to offend his boss.

Quickly thoughts raced through his head of how to wiggle out of this one. Still, the thought of being alone with his boss's humongous breasted and beautiful daughter was somewhat appealing to him, even at only a fraction of his normal height. She was always gentle if sometimes emotionally shllow and despondent. Maybe this would be the thing to cheer her up. Bruce used to lament "if only she was somewhat normal" he would marry her and be set for life. Unable to talk or think of a way way out of this one, unable even to try, Bruce soon found himself and his clothes shrunken. Him to eight inches and his clothes to a proportional fit. Mr. Klein then locked the portasizer back into his wall safe where it would remain until Monday morning when his daughter, given the combination by Bruce, would reopen it and return Bruce to normal size. It was done.

CHAPTER II: A WEEKEND

It would be difficult to totally capture Ellen's feelings when he set her eyes on the newly tiny Bruce. Jumping up and down she kissed her father repeatedly and shouted and screamed as if she had just won lotto. Just inches away her fantasy awaited and he was to be hers for another 53 hours.

"Well you two, I have got to get out of here. Good luck, have fun and Bruce, try not to take advantage of Ellen. She's so tender you know." Mr. Klein's last comment was meant to bolster his daughter and it did. She kissed her father good-bye, reassuring him that everything was going to be all right. "That's my little girl" he said. An ironic statement considering that he had, by shrinking Bruce, turned her into a giantess.
Mr. Klein left the office to catch his plane, leaving Ellen totally in charge of her new doll.

With her father out of the room Ellen made her way slowly, and deliberately, to her father's desk where Bruce had been placed by Mr. Klein. Her experiences with other similarly shrunken persons had left he an expert in handling "living dolls" but this was the first time she had ever been placed in charge of one.

Getting closer to the desk Ellen suddenly loomed over Bruce, blocking out the light from the overhead bulbs as she looked down on the newest addition to her collection. Because of the size of her breasts she was forced to thrust her head forward in order to see Bruce. Looking down she beamed at her prize. Bruce looked up to wonder just what had he gotten himself into.

Looking down at Bruce Ellen began to giggle. Slowly the giggles turned into laughter and soon then into an outburst which shook Bruce's eardrums. "All weekend" she shouted out to no one in particular. She repeated that phrase several times as if to convince herself she really had Bruce all weekend.

Looking up at Ellen, as if waiting for a command, Bruce didn't notice Ellen's left hand as she reached out to grab him. As she wrapped her fingers around him he struggled, as newly shrunken people often do, to break free. It was a vain and hopeless attempt as Ellen slowly tightened her grip until he was done struggling.

She said nothing as she placed Bruce into the carrying case that was already on the desk. As she looked down on him firmly secured in the case, she smiled and zipped it close and proceeded to walk out of the building to her car. The guards at the front gate smiled as she drove past. It was off to the estate for some fun with Bruce.

Ellen arrived at the big country estate on the North Shore of Long Island and beep open the wrought iron gates. Normally a staff of five or six persons would attend to the estate but they had all been given the weekend off by Ellen when she found out that she would be having a special visitor. No need for any intrusions she reckoned.

Parking her car out front, she picked up the carrying case holding Bruce and raced inside the house. Breathless she raced up the stairs to her private wing and the two large rooms that contained her doll and dollhouse collections. She set the case down on a table in the room which contained the dollhouse which was to be Bruce's home for the next two days. When she opened the case he was sound asleep. She had worried about this, knowing well that he might be sound asleep. Shrinking, especially to a very small size, tended to wipe out the person physically. Mininsythesis was trying to beat this with a combination of vitamins and exercise but so far their results were thin. Picking the roof off of the dollhouse she had selected she placed it down on the floor next to the dollhouse. Carefully, she took Bruce out of the case and placed him in bed on the second floor of the house, tucking him in before she put the roof back on the house. Satisfied with her work, she took one last look in the second floor window and then activated the forcefield around the house. It was more of a motion detector than forcefield but it would alert her when her charge awoke and moved about the house.

Bruce slept until the next morning. He awoke wide awake, as he always did. Getting out of bed he could not help but marvel at the incredible workmanship that had gone into the house. He had often viewed, at Ellen's insistence, the dolls and dollhouses when he visited the Kleins. However, this time his viewpoint was unique. He was the first living being to view the houses from the inside and at the right proportion. He was truly amazed at the level of detail and lamented that he didn't have a home this nice when he was normal sized. Oh how he was to rue that thought.

Within two minutes of Bruce getting out of bed Ellen was in the room. She had been downstairs having breakfast when her beeper told her that Bruce was moving about. As she ran down the hall Bruce began to faintly feel her footfalls. They got heavier and heavier until she got to the room and then they stopped. Bursting into the room like a child bursts into the living room on Christmas morning, Ellen was soon down on all fours eyeballing Bruce. The sight of her giant eye peering into the room was a bit unsettling for Bruce as was the loud reverberation when she said good morning. The house actually shook a bit.

Bruce left the room and descended the stairs and exited the house from the front door to more formally greet Ellen. He was shocked at how big she was, this waiflike creature who could now crush him underfoot like a bug. She beamed at him, content just to stare, as if Bruce's being with her was the culmination of years and years of dreaming. Finally, she thought to herself, she had what she had always wanted, a living doll.

"Good morning sleepyhead. I was worried you'd never get up" she said to him in a soft voice. Extending a finger toward him, she handed Bruce the voice magnifier which he slipped around his neck. This allowed him to talk at a normal volume and be heard via the receiver which she had tucked inside her left ear.

Bruce was a bit lost for words as he stared up at Ellen's now giant face. For some reason, a reason he could not yet fathom, his penis was becoming erect inside his shorts. What was going on he wondered. She was certainly pretty but that had never moved him before. Her boobs, gargantuan when he was normal sized, were now immense beyond any reasonable description. Her size, he didn't realize it but it was her size that was now making him twitch a bit as he stood uncomfortably in front of her.

Whatever her state of mind, she could immediately tell that Bruce was unnerved, or worse. Unconsciously he adjusted his shorts as his erection grew, then stopped when he realized what he was doing. It was too late. Even this simply minded girl of a woman knew what was happening.

"I see someone, or should I say something, is waking up. Is that Little Brucie down there."

Bruce was mortified. He had made some really dumb mistakes before in his life but this one got the blue ribbon. He was now trapped or worse, the guest of a giant woman whose emotional balance left everything to be desired and she knew he was turned on by her. He said nothing as his hard on raged into a solid shaft of steel. Nervously he stood there hoping to think of a way out of this embarrassment. She remained on all fours, content just to gaze at this man doll who was totally under her control.

After a few minutes she picked Bruce up and took him downstairs for breakfast. Everything, all the plates, silverware, napkins, etc. were in perfect proportion for her tiny guest. As he ate his erection died down but that was to be only a temporary measure. After breakfast she took Bruce back to the room he was staying in and told him to enter a beautiful wooden house that was next to his house. Entering, he saw an exquisitely beautiful female doll sitting on the sofa in the front drawing room. She was so lifelike he wondered for a second whether she might be a shrunken human, but he soon realized the folly of his thoughts. Outside Ellen spoke

"Say hello to Jessica. Isn't she beautiful Bruce. She's going to be your companion this weekend."
"My companion" Bruce thought. "What the hell is she talking about."

Before he could think anymore the front wall of the house abruptly disappeared and Bruce was soon staring Ellen in the face again. "Kiss her" she commanded. when Bruce didn't move she repeated her order, this time crashing down her fist as she spoke much more forcefully and loudly.
Bruce was terror stricken but he slowly moved toward Jessica and kissed her on the cheek.
"That's better" said Ellen as she continued to shout out orders.

"Now, sit down next to her, on the couch, and fondle her breasts" Ellen ordered. "This is more than a little sick" Bruce thought as he moved his hand toward Jessica's bosom. Suprisingly, her "breasts" were soft to the touch, almost lifelike actually. "Good boy" Ellen said, approving of Bruce's actions. "Good, keep doing it, good."

Bruce began to realize that this was like a game for Ellen. She was still playing with her dolls, only that he was one that could actually take orders. It appeared to him that Ellen had blurred the line between reality and what came next. She was acting as if Bruce was a doll, a doll which took orders like a human. Suddenly he turned and faced Ellen.

"This is a freak show" he shouted. "Ellen please, this isn't right. Please don't mak me do this."

"Freak show" she screamed, her voice nearly knocking Bruce to the ground as he cowered just inside the front room. "Freak show" she screamed again. "And just who is the freak little dolly man. I'm looking around and I'm only seeing one little freaky doll and that's you."

Quickly she seized him and carried him over the corner of the room where she unceremoniously dumped him into a standing bird cage that was at her eye height. He lay on the floor of the cage where she dumped him, too scared to do anything but move.

"All right freaky boy on your feet." When he didn't moved she banged the side of the cage and screamed at him until he finally got up. "Take off your clothes" she commanded and he quickly complied, piling up his clothes in a bundle while she watched. In 30 seconds he was naked and her hand quickly removed his clothes, which she placed in a drawer in the desk which stood next to the cage. As she stared down at him his erection grew again but this time there was no hiding it. After studying him for a few more seconds, Ellen left him but quickly returned with a now clothesless Jessica doll which she placed on the floor of the cgae on its back. "Do her" she commanded.

Bruce hesitated. It was only for a second or two but it was enough to turn Ellen into a crazed lunatic, as she screamed a torrent of abuse at Bruce until he finally mounted the doll and "did her." As he lay on top of "Jessica" sated he heard Ellen say "you see Jessica, I told you he wanted you. He just needed a bit of encouragement." As Bruce lay there on top of the doll, a cold sweat broke out on his entire body.

It took some time before Bruce worked up the courage to speak to Ellen again. She was clearly not rational about what was happening to her, Bruce or the dolls. Still, he couldn't continue to perform this charade. No, he would talk with her, calmly, gently, rationally.

"Ellen" he started as he got off of "Jessica." "Ellen, this is wrong. I'm a man not a doll. This is wrong. This is all a game. I'll play with you if you like but this is wrong." It was the next to last sentence that would tear things for her as it forced her to realize that this was all a game. She could try to deny it, perhaps, but Bruce was right, it was all a game. All her fantasies about dolls, this whole lost world of hers was just a game. Nothing real, no great discoveries, not a single redeeming thing except maybe to enable Ellen to hide in her demented little world of dolls, dollhouses and no humans. But that could be changed.

"You're right" she declared with a quickness that was astonishing. "You're right" she repeated again. "This IS all a game but this isn't" as she moved her hand into the cage and curled her fingers around Bruce. "You're not a game and you're just the person to make everything real." Placing Bruce back in the cage she closed and locked the door and left the room. Leaving him to ponder her words, she went downstairs to hatch her plot.

CHAPTER III: THE PLOT

It was some time, about five hours before Ellen returned to get Bruce. Quite bored in the interim he had begun to talk to "Jessica."

"See what you did. Now she's mad at me and I'm stuck here in this cage with you. This isn't as I planned it." He stopped talking, laughing at himself for his foolishness. Perhaps he was a bit foolish but not crazy. Being stuck in a cage with a lifelike doll while you're seven inches tall will have an effect on you. Bruce wasn't exactly sure what it was. He still needed to figure it out.

Ellen returned and she was dressed to kill. Making the most of her quite ample assets, she was dressed in a black bra and panties, matching garters and five inch black heels. Over all this she had draped a sheer negligee which hid nothing and served only to complete one of the sexiest packages that Bruce had ever seen.

"Hi dolly man" she said as she approached the cage. Bruce was too flummoxed to talk, let alone say anything intelligent. She was drop dead gorgeous and he knew he was in trouble. He stared at Ellen, especially her cleavage which gave new definition to the word vast. She looked like a woman out of a Russ Meyer flick. Yes, she was the bosom vast. She began to talk.

"You know in all the years of therapy I've had, I don't think that anyone was ever as direct as you. You're right, but I never saw it before. The dolls are nothing. They're just show pieces, but you're real. As real as any other person even if you're just a tiny little thing."

"Now listen to this" she continued "I figure that Monday rolls around and daddy makes you big again. But what if we do something before he comes back. What if we shrink a whole bunch of people. It'll be our little secret, so to speak. Just you and me." As she talked she opened the cage and retrieved Bruce holding close to her heaving bosom. Walking over to the couch she sat down and actually placed Bruce in her cleavage. His reaction was nearly instantaneous as he began to make love to her left orb, caressing it and swimming on it as she purred with delight.

"Easy little fella" she said as she lifted him off her breast. "You haven't heard my whole plan yet."

Bruce didn't particular care to hear her plan. All he wanted to do was to get back to her humping her breast. She giggled as he reached out for her as she held him with two fingers around his waist. "Do I have a partner" she asked. Lost, hopelessly lost in his lust for his giant lover, Bruce would do anything, anything to please and keep her. Her plot was fiendishly simple and would require just a bit of derring do to pull off. "Yes" he screamed. "Yes, yes yes." "That's a good little man" she said as she placed him back on her tit where he quickly exhausted himself.

The plot was clever yet simple. First Ellen and Bruce would drive back to Mininsynthesis and get the portasizer from her father's office. Because of the stringent security needed to keep a portasizer from falling into the wrong hands, microchips were built into each device which caused an alarm to sound when the portasizer passed through security checkpoints. Of course Bruce knew how to neutralize the security chips and instructed Ellen on how to do just that. In her father's desk was a metallic bag which shielded the chips fom the security probe. Within 15 minutes they were in and out of the office and on their way to Freeport, on the south shore of Long Island, where she docked her boat.

Once on the boat she used the portasizer to bring Bruce back to his normal size. Her boat was quite large, over 30 foot, and she felt it best to have two normal sized people on board to handle the boat. Besides, she would need a full sized Bruce in order to carry out her plan.

Pulling out of dock Ellen steered the boat toward Jones Inlet where she and Bruce would wait for one of the gambling cruises which left Freeport every evening to come through the inlet. The plan was to trail the boat and then, when no other boats were in view, shrink the boat and its crew and passengers, transfer the boat to Ellen's boat and bring the entire boat back home with her. Once home she would make the gambling boat and its passengers and crew one-tenth their normal size The plan was simple, daring and it worked like a charm. The gamblers and crew on the Good Lady II never knew what hit them. After two hits from the portasizer the gambling ship was a foot long toy bobbing in the Atlantic until Bruce reached over the side of Ellen's boat and plucked it out of the water. Placing the shrunken boat in a piece of luggage, they sailed back to port and placed the luggage on the back seat of Ellen's car and drove back to the Klein estate. No one had seen a thing. The next day the newspapers would report that the Good Lady II had vanished without a trace.

Back at the Klein estate the tiny Good Lady II was placed on a rug in the larger of the two rooms which held Ellen's doll and doll house collections. Fortunately it was a large room and was able to hold the resized 10 foot long boat. With Bruce's help Ellen clambered on board the boat and pulled the still sleeping passengers off the deck. With crow bars Ellen and Bruce pried apart the ship until it lay in pieces of the floor of the room. When they were convinced they had retrieved every last person from the ship, they again shrank the pieces of the Good Lady II into scrap metal. Those pieces she locked in her safe, along with the now tiny rug, for disposal at sea once the invesitgation into the disappearance of the Good Lady II calmed down.

Ellen and Bruce plucked 97 people off the ship and placed them all into a hastily built plywood fence enclosure in the corner of the room. With walls equivalent to 40 feet high, there would be no escape for her living dolls. Once they completed the transfer they retired to Ellen's room where they made love before they fell alseep in each other's arms.

Bruce awoke early the next morning and lay in the bed looking at Ellen. If she was a head case she sure was a beautiful one with an absolutely killer body. Their love making last night had been incredible. She was like a crazed beast. There was no other way to describe it. And while he wasn't the first to claim her, he wondered where she had learned how to act like she had in bed. "I guess", he figured to himself, "that it just came naturally."

Whatever it was, natural, self-taught or from a correspondence school, Bruce knew that he could not live without it. Ellen was the flame and he was the moth and he didn't care anymore how much pain the burn might cause. All he knew was that he had to have it. He couldn't even decide whether he liked it more humping a full size Ellen or just curling up on her breast and going to work there. Whatever, it promised to be a hell of a ride.

When he stopped thinking about screwing her, he started thinking about shrinking 97 people and what in the hell were they going to do with them. Ellen had obviously not thought out ther logistics of taking care of 97 little people. Sure she had plenty of doll houses, 22 in all, but there was an awful lot of things needed to keep those people clothed and fed. Ellen, however, had other ideas.

At 7:15, Ellen awoke and turned to face Bruce who was lying next to her. "Let's go" she said and he knew exactly what she meant. Next door were the caged in survivors of the shrunken ship. The little people were huddled together in the plywood enclosure, not even having a clue what had become of them. From their vantage point all they could see were high walls made of cheap wood and a ceiling that seemed to reach for the sky.

Ellen and Bruce entered the room quietly, making only the smallest of sounds. The little ones heard or saw nothing until Ellen peered over the top of the wall shocking all of her tiny guests, causing several to faint. She opened the door to the enclosure and stepped forward into it to make her speech to the little people. As she took her first step into the wooden holiding area, there was a stampede to the back of the place. With all 97 milling about as far away from her as they could get, Ellen put her foot down, literally.

Her right foot came crashing down like a building, causing more than half of the little people to bounce off the bottom of the enclosure. Her act not only got their attention but also brought total silence from the milling throng. Then she spoke.

"There are very few rules here but they must be obeyed without compromise. One, any attempt to escape will be met with death. Not a quick death, but a slow and agonizing and very painful death. Two, you are to quickly carry out any orders I or my friend give you (Bruce could be seen standing in the background naked like Ellen) or the punishment will be swift and severe. Three, any one caught having sex will be severely punished. You may only have sex with our approval. Those are all the rules for now. Are there any objections?"

None were heard at first but them a rather burly man (relatively speaking of course) stepped forward to complain and demand that they all be "returned to our proper height." Ellen looked down with a bemused look on her face as he approached her. With her hands on her hips she continued to look at him as her bemused look turned into a glare which became increasingly harsh.

"I forgot to tell you. There are to be no questions or requests for freedom. You shall never see it. I shall forgive it this once if this trifle of a man steps forward to kiss my big toe." The man didn't move and it wasn't long before Ellen's foot came crashing down beside him. At this point, this burly man begged mercy and could be seen practically making love to Ellen's big toe. As she looked down from on high a smile creased her face. She was going to enjoy being a goddess.

CHAPTER IV: THE GODDESS AND OTHER CONSIDERATIONS

Ellen hadn't really thought out all the consequences of housing all these little people. Bruce, much smarter than she, was too concerned at first with his oiling his tool to worry about such things, but increasingly he realized that they had just shrunken a lot of responsibility.
Something had to be done.

There was also the question of Elliott, Ellen's father. He would rightly blow his stack when, not if, he found out. Ellen hadn't thought any of this through and Bruce's sobering realization led to a sobering reality. In order to make this work they would have to eliminate many of the little people. That was all there was to it. Eliminate them. It was easy to rationalize. They were insects and vermin now, hardly worthy of any consideration. Ellen wouldn't care. After what the world had done to her, all the cruelties she suffered, she wouldn't care at all. He broke it to her gently over breakfast.

Ellen and Bruce were just finishing breakfast when he brought up the problem of "all these little people." "I know Bruce" she replied, "I know. When daddy comes home... well we'll just have to hide them. That's all. We'll hide them." "Hide all of them. I don't think we can" Bruce replied. "Maybe there are some other things we can do, you know." Bruce didn't have to draw a road map. Ellen looked at him and smiled. "You know, if we got rid of some of them, maybe we could hide the rest." She understood.

Back at the plywood enclosure the little people were fomenting rebellion. One of the people who had been shrunk was actually an employee of the Mininsynthesis Corp. and knew exactly what had happened. He knew Bruce and knew Mr. Klein's crazy daughter. Escape was not only imperative it was essential.

A plan was hatched whereby the next time the gate of the enclosure opened they would all charge out and take their chances. What they didn't know, what they couldn't possible know, was that there was no way out and their charge would end up a disaster.

Bruce and Ellen returned to the enclosure right after breakfast. Looking down on tiny throng, she contemplated their next action as if it were a chore to be done, rather than an act of mass murder. While she had not yet selected the method it was a decision to make not unlike deciding what to have for dinner from a large menu of choices. In the end the choice was made for her and Bruce because when she opened the gate to the enclosure everyone inside attempted to run out. Of those who made it out, 85 in all, not one survived.

The first to die died under her shoes. Some were flattened by the front of her shoes and others pieced by the stilleto like heels. The crunching of the tiny bodies made for a sickening sound but it got worse. Once they realized there was no way out of the room, the tiny people attempted to hide, as if hat would cure their problems. The first one Ellen spotted was climbing the curtains to try to get to the window. Walking over she casually plucked him off the curtain and squeezed him until his ribs began to crack. Easing off the pressure she opened her hand and looked down at her pathetic victim who had only moments left to live. For good measure she squeezed his balls between her thumb and forefinger until they were crushed. This unnamed victim passed out from the pain and was then crushed to death in her hand and dropped to the floor.

Bruce showed little mercy on his victims. The first five he dispatched fell like bugs underneath his shoe, crushed out of existence in an instant. He was less subjective about it than Ellen, eliminating his victims until they were nearly all gone.

After about 15 minutes the towering delivers of death counted their victims and those still inside the enclosure and counted 93 persons. Tiring of their game they offered an amnesty to the four still loose but got no comers. An hour later they were found to have squeezed themselves into a crack in the wall. Faced with a horrible death they surrendered only to be ripped apart, limb by limb, by Ellen. It was this last act of cruelty that was especially profound. She tore into the last of her victims as if they somehow were deserved of death. Bruce watched the killings enraptured, slowly masturbating as this giantess deliverer of death performed with vicious cunning.

Bruce was enthralled. Suddenly this young man who had always done the right thing was a murderer. Yes he had rationalized the killings as the elimination of vermin or insects but this was not a judgement any court was likely to agree with. It was as if all those years of goodness had suddenly crystalized into an enormous ball of evil. There was no remorse, no guilt as he stood masturbating as his lover pulled human beings apart with her hands. It was a gruesome site to behold and yet all he could do was whack off to it. When Ellen was done dismembering her victims she came over to Bruce and finished him off. It was an exquisite orgasm for him. A few minutes later he and Ellen set about collecting the tiny bodies that lay strewn about the room. Carefully they set them in rows of 10 to make doubly sure that they had gotten them all. Once this proces was complete the tiny cadavers were shrunk with the portasizer and burned to ash in a roaring fire. The giant couple then turned their attention to the survivors.

"There are new rules now" she told the six men and six women who survived. "You will each be paired off to live together in a house we give you. You will be treated well and we expect you to perform certain duties. As long as you comply you will be well taken care of. If not, you will be punished severely." With that the remaing dozen were led to their new homes. Before she assigned a man and a woman to each house, she separated the men and women and adjusted the portasizer so that when she shot the women it would make them all nine inches tall. The men were left six inches tall. When this was completed they were paired off with a final set of instructions. They were to have sex at least five times a day.

CHAPTER V: A NEW WEEK BEGINS

Their cleanup was quite thorough and body disposal a snap. Ellen admitted to Bruce that they had goofed by shrinking so many people at once. She didn't feel bad about those she labeled "extras." No she only lamented the time it took to dispatch and dispose of them. That's all.

It wa Sunday night when everyone had settled into their new digs. Tiny women and even tinier men. That's the way Ellen wanted it and that's what she got. Instead of names the tiny people would know be known as 1A and 1B, 2A and 2B and so on. Each of the dollhouses were tagged with a number so Ellen and Bruce could address the inhabitants thereof by their number.

It soon became obvious to Bruce (actually even more obvious) that Ellen had certain fetishes. From the beginning of the pairing off of the couples she ordered them to have sex with her watching. Not just any old sex, but all kinds of kinky sex with the women taking the lead. For example couple one was ordered out of their clothes and ordered to perform in front of Ellen just in front of their house. Women 1 was ordered to sit on man 1's face and basically smother him.