It wasn't until I was unpacking in my first apartment that I finally admitted to myself that I was going to start taking women.  I was emptying a box of stuff that had been sitting on the shelves high in the back of the closet of my room at my folks' house for years.  Buried under some old comic books was a fading yellow carton with a picture of a pipe on the lid.  I detested my father's smoking habit, but I always liked the smell of (unburnt) tobacco.  Despite my fondness for the scent, however, I hadn't opened the carton once in the ten years since I had hastily hidden the medallion inside.

Lifting the lid now, surrounded by the flotsam of my adolescence, I realized that this was why I had worked extra shifts and saved up for the deposit to get my own place after the obligatory freshman year in the dorms.  What I now knew I had been subconsciously planning would require privacy.

The medallion itself was unremarkable.  A thin, brassy oval the size of a crushed grapeskin with MAKE A WISH embossed on one side, it resembled a cheap souvenir made from a flattened penny.  It didn't even much impress my nine-year-old self, back on that terrible day when I discovered that it only granted a very specific kind of wish.

I even knew who I was going to take first.  She was in my intro Comp class last semester.  Her first name was Rosa, but if I had ever learned her last name I had since forgotten it.  She was short and curvy with long straight dark hair, and whenever I saw her my mind drifted to thoughts of how soft and pliant her flesh must be and what it would feel like to rake my teeth across her shoulders, her belly, her thighs.  I had to bring her back here, where I could finally have my way with her.

I didn't acquire many furnishings for my new place, but I didn't require much.  A pair of small shears, some Scotch tape, some Q-Tips, perhaps a few twist-ties.  Oh, and a magnifying glass; there was one in that Junior Scientist kit my aunt gave me when I was eleven.

I didn't have Rosa in any of my classes this semester, so it took a week to stalk her and figure out her routine.  I quickly determined that she went to the Student Union every Wednesday afternoon, but it took another week for me to work up the nerve to follow her all the way.

I hadn't dared trying to use the medallion again after the first, near-accidental use.  I say "accidental" because while I had indeed wished for what happened, I had never expected it to work.  I truly hadn't wanted anything bad to happen to Tommy, and I was still trying to get my head around what had happened when our dog got to him.  Luckily for me, parents didn't keep as close track of their kids' whereabouts back then as they do now.

After Tommy, I buried the medallion at the back of my closet and in the back of my mind.  I now realized that I had been regarding it as a kind of emergency superpower, a last resort if nothing else worked.  For better or worse, I had somehow gotten by without ever putting it to the test.

But now I was dealing with desires that couldn't be satisfied in any other way.  I'd made out with girls, and I had even had a girlfriend in high school until she got a scholarship across the country and we both decided to call it off.  I'd made some friends at college and we've gone out for a good time, but that had nothing to do with the feelings had gripped me ever since I first laid eyes on Rosa.

I'm sure a shrink would have a field day going back and forth on whether I had always wanted to take girls or if I only started wanting it after the medallion showed me it was possible.  As I followed Rosa across campus at a distance of around forty feet, however, rubbing the medallion between my fingers in my pocket, I was just as sure it didn't make the slightest difference.

She went up the main steps and merged with the scrum of students drawn by the pizza special, but there was no chance I could lose her.  Keeping to her usual pattern, she passed the cafeteria and took the stairs down to the basement.  As dark as the stairway was, there was too much traffic for me to take her there.  I closed the distance and let her swaying hips draw me after her.  She didn't have a clue what was coming.

Rosa turned into one of the study lounges, and I wondered if I needed to take her now before anyone else arrived.  I passed the entry to the lounge and casually glanced inside and saw that I was too late; Rosa was talking to two other women already seated.

I continued down the corridor until I reached a water fountain.  As I bent my lips to the cold trickle, I debated whether I should leave and try again later.  I rejected this notion almost immediately in favor of a far more enticing idea: I would take them all.

Pinching the medallion between my thumb and forefinger, I walked back to the lounge and took a better look at my prey.  Rosa was sitting at a long table, unpacking her books.  Sitting next to her was a woman with dark brown skin and short curly dark hair, consulting a thick text.  Reclined in a soft chair near the doorway was a taller woman with red hair tied in a ponytail.

They had clearly claimed the entire lounge for their use, and I'm afraid I stood there gawking for a good while.  I might have even let my mouth fall open a bit.  Rosa and the woman with the curly dark hair were looking at me and talking.  I don't think Rosa used the other woman's name, but I she looked like a Claire so that's how I thought of her.

The red-headed woman decided to finally end my interruption of their studies and stood up.  She was taller than me, and from her jersey and sweatpants, I thought she might have been some sort of athlete; volleyball, perhaps.  I decided to call her Heidi.  Her face was very stern, and I knew it was now or never.  I looked at all three women at once and, rubbing the medallion between my fingers, I envisioned them as much easier to take.  And then they were.

There was no sound, no puff of smoke.  Just as with Tommy ten years earlier, all three women had become much easier to play with when reduced to around two inches in height.  Heidi had been right in my face, and now she was at my feet, looking around in confusion.

Rosa and Claire had disappeared behind and beneath the table.  My palms itched at the idea of Rosa huddled back there, ready to be taken, and I rounded the table and found both women, each trapped on the seat of a chair now much too big for them.  I opened the thick leather satchel I had long intended for this purpose and gathered Rosa into my hand.  Her tiny legs, ass, and tits felt wonderful against my fingers, but the look of uncomprehending terror on her face almost paralyzed me with glee.  Only Claire's squeak of alarm snapped me out of it.

I opened my fist over the satchel and Rosa tumbled pitifully inside.  I snatched Claire up and also dropped her on her round ass in my bag.  Then I looked up and realized my mistake in not taking Heidi first.  She was running flat out for the hallway.  I don't know what she hoped to accomplish, but I kind of admired her spirit.  I hurried back to the front of the lounge and stepped right into Heidi's path.  Remarkably, she tried to vault my enormous shoe, but she snagged a leg on my laces and went sprawling across the threshold to the lounge.  I knelt and easily took her into my grasp.

When I stood up, however, I saw that two guys had been approaching the lounge and now stood about three feet in front of me.  Not only had they clearly seen me collect Heidi, they were looking right at her in my fist, chirping for help.

I jammed my free hand into my pocket and found the medallion.  Pinching it, I imagined the new arrivals as only an inch tall, and then they were.  Dumping the squalling Heidi into the satchel and closing the clasp, I poked my head out into the hallway to see if anyone had seen the two new students seemingly vanish.  There didn't seem to be any witnesses around, and even better, I didn't see any surveillance cameras covering that portion of the hallway.  Then I thought to check the lounge itself, and fortunately there weren't any cameras in there, either.  I would have to be more thorough about such things in the future.

The two one-inch dudes hadn't moved very far, and I swept both of them into my fist.  I dropped them into my shirt pocket, and while their tiny struggles might have been apparent to a close observer, they weren't going to stay there long.

I had to walk down a couple of different corridors before I found the men's room.  There was a guy at the sink who looked right at me and showed absolutely no awareness that I had just abducted five people.  I went into a stall and latched the door behind me.  I fished one of the tiny dudes out of my shirt pocket, and with a flick of my wrist I sailed him screaming into the toilet—plunk!

I pulled the second guy out, but I paused, holding him tight between my thumb and forefinger.  Aware that the guy at the sink still hadn't left, I looked closely at my inch-high captive.  His tiny mouth was moving, and I think he was crying.  I tilted my head and brought him closer, and I heard a slight buzzing, but it was just the cries of the guy treading water in the toilet, echoing in the bowl.

I started to press my fingers together, and I saw the eyes of the tiny guy caught between them bug out.  Neither the dude outside the stall nor anyone else in the world noticed as the one-inch-tall guy's face first turned purple then gouted blood onto my fingertips.  Rubbing my fingers together, it was nothing at all for me to grind his bones to paste.

I tore off a scrap of toilet paper and wiped the remains from my fingers.  I dropped the wad into toilet and looked down on the first deposit.  I considered pissing on him to make my visit to the stall seem more plausible, but then I decided he wasn't even that important.  I flushed the toilet and didn't look back as I left the stall.

I hugged the satchel tight for the entire walk across campus and down the street to my building and up the stairs to my apartment.  I didn't want anyone seeing the sides bulge out, but I couldn't even feel my captives myself.  I teased myself that I hadn't really done it, that it had just been an elaborate daydream, but then I would glance down at the satchel and my heart would race with realization.

Closing my apartment door behind me, I felt like I was exhaling for the first time since I pinched the medallion in the study lounge.  Then I launched myself toward my desk and sat down, lifting the satchel's strap over my head and settling it on my lap.  Taking a deep breath, I opened the clasp and folded back the flap.

They all blinked at the light, but only Heidi looked up at me.  I reached my hand in and Claire shrieked and tried to crawl away, so of course I grabbed her first.  Plucking her by her tiny ankle, I lifted her up and out.  She made a vain grab at the side of the satchel as I raised her past, but breaking her grip didn't even register with me.

I had already placed a fishbowl on the desk in anticipation of Rosa's arrival, but Claire was its first occupant as I lowered her onto the cold glass bottom.  She lay there for some time, hyperventilating and trying to orient herself in the strange landscape.

Rosa was huddled in a dark corner of my satchel, but when I opened it wider the light fell on her and she looked up with a delicious expression of helplessness.  She neither moved nor broke eye contact as my hand curled around her.  I brought her close enough to smell her hair conditioner, her eyes widened, and my chest filled with awe.  She saw me, saw what I wanted, and I felt her tiny body tremble as that knowledge passed through and settled within her.

I might have stayed in that moment forever, but shrill profanities shouted upwards by Heidi goaded me onward.  I lowered Rosa into the fishbowl and didn't completely let go until I was sure she had found her footing.  She and Claire immediately rushed together and embraced.

Heidi batted at my hand as it approached her, but I easily pinned her arms to her sides and lifted her out.  I held her before my face just long enough to spot the fear in her eyes, then I casually shucked her out of my grasp and into the fishbowl.

I folded my hands underneath my chin and brought my face down to the glass cell.  "You will all now get completely undressed," I said.

Claire let out a short sob, and Heidi pulled her to her chest.  Heidi whispered in Claire's ear, then turned to look up at me, hands on her hips.  "Forget it, perv!"

Even though I had expected only to take Rosa, who I never really imagined would defy me, I was ready for a response like this.  I opened a desk drawer and removed an X-Acto knife—last used to trim excess plastic from role-playing-game figurines—and brandished it casually but prominently.

"I can slice your clothes off, if you like," I said, "but then you'll have nothing left to wear.  Your call."

They all looked at each other, and it was Rosa who started disrobing first.  Claire and Heidi soon followed, and eventually all three were standing naked, hands over their breasts and privates, their tiny clothes in a pile.   I reached into the bowl and gathered all three tiny women into my fist.  They grunted and cried out as their naked bodies were pressed together by my fingers.  I lifted them out and with my other hand I dumped the remaining contents of the fishbowl onto the desktop.  Then I returned the squirming women to their prison.

I got out a pair of tweezers and the magnifying glass and started going through their tiny effects.  A metallic flake fell out of Claire's jacket, and closer observation revealed it to be her shrunken phone.  It looked like she had been trying to dial 911 but apparently she was now "out of network."  Another lucky break; I probably should have experimented with the medallion before my first taking, but prudence had failed to compete with the thought of taking Rosa home in my pouch.

Just to make sure all the shrunken phones were offline and not just those on Claire's discount carrier, I plucked and examined every article of my captives' clothing, including their microscopic panties.  "Go ahead and sniff 'em, why doncha?"  I refused to look up at Heidi's barb, but it was worth a smirk.

Once I had all three phones together in a pile in front of the fishbowl and their clothes in a ziploc bag in the drawer, a demonstration was in order.  I went to the kitchen and returned with a hammer.  I brought the head down hard a half-dozen times, each strike further pulverizing the tiny devices and sending jarring tremors through the desktop and fishbowl to the shrunken women.  The first slam elicited shrieks from at least two of them and knocked them all off their feet.  I set the hammer down and swept the phone-powder into a small glass of water, which I then dumped in the toilet and flushed away.

When I returned to the desk, Claire was still sitting on the bottom of the fishbowl and hugging her knees to herself.  Rosa was down on one knee with her arm around Claire, but she was looking up at me.  Provocatively, Heidi was standing, hands still on her bony hips, facing away from me.  I didn't think twice before reaching in and grabbing Heidi.

I swiveled my chair away from the desk and leaned forward to set Heidi on the hardwood floor.  As she reoriented herself after the rapid descent, I stood up and over her, placing one foot on each side of her looking down with my hands on my own hips.  I smiled when she couldn't help looking up at me and taking an involuntary step backward.

Then she took off.

Cleverly, she ran forward between my legs and under the desk, and I immediately lost sight of her.  Careful not to jostle the desk, I turned around and knelt down, and it was a frantic dozen seconds before I spotted her.  She had made it all the way underneath the cheap bistro table I was using as a nightstand.  I groaned as I realized her intended destination.

Instead of scrimping along another month to save up for a cheap futon bed, I was too impatient to get my own place not to take with me the heavy oak bedframe my parents had gotten for me when I was a teenager.  I regretted my decision as soon as I took it apart and loaded the thick pieces into the car.  After I put it back together in the apartment, I swore that it wouldn't follow me to my next place, planning instead to give it to anyone willing to disassemble it and haul it away.

I leaped after Heidi and tried to block her with my foot again, but I was too late and I sighed petulantly as I saw her tiny figure dart into the darkness under my bed.

I sat down and rubbed the bridge of my nose.  To attain complete access to the space beneath the bed, I would have had to remove both the mattress and the box springs as well as the supporting slats.  By the time I had done all that, she could have escaped to anywhere.

Had I obtained a vacuum cleaner it would have been fun using it to capture Heidi, but of course I hadn't bothered with that yet.  Something with a long reach . . .

I stood up and opened the closet and—yes!  I still had the broom from when I first moved in.  I grabbed it got down on my hands and knees and peered under the bed.  It took a couple of seconds, but I then saw her silhouette augmenting the shadow of one of the corner posts.

I slid forward onto the dusty floor and reached for her, but she sprinted toward the far post.  I adjusted my grip on the broom handle and thrust the straw end into her path.  She skidded to a halt just before the broom slammed into the wall, but she was unable to evade the bristles as I swept the broom—and her—back towards me.  At the end she tried to squeeze under the straws, but I just pinned her to the floor until I could slide her into my grasp.

"These dust-bunnies are getting out of control!" I said as I brought Heidi wriggling to my face.  She flinched as I blew a sharp puff of air at her head, her red hair flying totally unkempt.

I stood the broom in a corner and sat on my bed and tilted Heidi backwards, her head pointed away from me.  She reflexively closed her strong legs, but I easily pried them apart with my free hand.

I could see the toned muscles of her ass straining with her thighs as she resisted me.  Above them was her tiny pink pussy, tufted with narrowly-groomed strawberry hair.  My tongue darted out, and I only gazed at her a moment more before bringing her crotch to my mouth.

Her tiny heels kicked at my cheeks as I slid my tongue over her taint and ground it into her pussy.  She screamed and pounded her fists on my fingers, but I was lost to sensation as my lips closed on her abdomen and I slurped my backwash out of her nether parts.

I don't remember doing it, but at some point I scooted fully onto my bed, and my free hand found its way into my pants.  I held Heidi slightly away from my face so that I could gather her legs into my mouth.  I do remember pausing to slick the palm of my jerking hand before taking her sinewy legs between my jaws.

My tongue held total domination over the shrunken woman, no matter how much she writhed.  As I shoved her further into my mouth, she clutched my fingers and tried to pull herself out.  My tongue curled up over her head and her cries were suddenly muted as she vanished behind my lips, and I almost swooned.

I had to close my eyes and savor my mouthful.  The slightest twitch from my jaws and this strong young woman would lose a limb, have her back broken, or feel her skull crushed.  Every last millimeter of her athletic body was open to molestation by my tongue and my teeth.  And still she screamed and struggled and pounded my gums.  I doubted she would have kept resisting if she knew how much it aroused me.

My strokes along my shaft were autonomic now, my other hand clutching the sheets.  My tongue slammed Heidi to the roof of my mouth and pulsed between her legs and across her belly and chest.  Her desperate wailing buzzed against my lips, I tilted my head back against the wall, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to swallow her down.

My orgasm came just as she passed behind my ribs, and I was totally unprepared for either the warm exhilaration of my actions or the undirected spray of my spunk.  I just sat there, my stiffy still in my jizzed fist, my other hand on my belly, feeling her kick.

I had never planned on eating anyone, but now that I had, it made perfect sense.  I contained Heidi wholly, and soon my body would take what it needed from her.  Her life would be sacrificed for the satisfaction of my appetites, and no evidence of my taking would ever be found.  My cock gasped as another wave of euphoria passed through me.

Then I remembered Rosa and Claire.  How much had they seen?  Absurdly, I was momentarily ashamed at the thought of being seen while jerking off, but then I considered the mouthy Heidi, suffocating and dissolving in my gut, and my composure returned.

Nevertheless, my pants were still covered with cum.  I sat up and used my dry hand to pull my shirt over my head.  I walked over to the desk, and one glimpse at the tiny women told me that they had seen everything.  Claire had her face in her hands and her shoulders were shaking, and Rosa was looking up at me, her arms crossed and hands rubbing her upper arms.  I draped my shirt over the fishbowl and walked into the bathroom.

My thoughts raced as I took a shower.  Was this going to happen to every woman I took?  Was I going to go through them like Hot Pockets?  Would I have to establish some elaborate random pattern in order to avoid detection?  Or would I just shrink anyone who came close to the truth?

Toweling off, I still didn't know what to do next with Rosa and Claire.  I left them under my shirt and crawled into bed, the taste of Heidi still in my mouth.

I slept almost twelve hours.  I only had one studio that day, and I knew I could blow it off.  I was famished.

I pulled on a pair of boxers and sat down at my desk, and lifted my shirt from the fishbowl.  Rosa was sitting up and looking at me, but Claire was still curled up asleep.  A tiny puddle in the center of the fishbowl told me I had neglected to think of yet another aspect of imprisoning people.

I brought my face close to the glass and examined the sleeping Claire.  So helpless.  My tongue twitched behind my teeth.  I turned my gaze to Rosa.  She was standing now, and she might have been edging to put herself between Claire and me, but now she froze.  I licked my lips and grinned.

One thing I made sure of before getting my own place was to learn how to prepare a few meals myself.  I was particularly proud of my skill at omelette-making.  I went to the kitchen and focused on assembling and whisking the batter, doing my best not glance in the direction of the fishbowl.

Once the dish was prepared, I brought my plate and cup of instant coffee over to the desk.  Claire was awake now, and I flattered myself that it was my breakfast smells that had roused her.  After I sat down, I sliced off a forkful of omelette, broke off the bowl from a plastic spoon, then scooped the egg into the tiny platter and lowered it into the fishbowl.

Neither woman moved toward the food I gave them but instead held still and watched me as I tucked into my breakfast.  I chewed methodically, returning my prisoners' gaze, and I didn't mute my slurps when I had my coffee.  Finally, Claire leaned over and started retching.  Rosa's arm reflexively reached out to her friend, but then quickly dropped back to her side.  And then, to my dawning delight, she sat down and tore off a piece of omelette and put it in her mouth.

I was utterly entranced by the sight of Rosa's tiny jaws working on my eggs.  She knew I was watching only her, and she swallowed eagerly.  The forkful I gave them was ridiculously huge even for both of them, but Rosa still put a noticeable dent in it.

When I had cleaned my plate, I leaned back and let out a slight but audible belch, startling Claire into a jump.  She shrieked when I lunged forward and reached into the fishbowl, and she wriggled and squeaked as I lifted her out and pinned her on her back to the desk blotter with a single finger.

It was the cheapest adhesive tape you could buy, but it was more than enough to hold each of Claire's tiny limbs in place as I spread her open before me.  Then I lifted Rosa out and set her on her feet next to the bound Claire.  I took the fishbowl into the kitchen to rinse it out.

When I returned, Rosa was sitting cross-legged next to Claire's torso, facing her.  I kept my distance for a moment, but then one of them must have detected me because Rosa quickly stood up and turned to face me.  I set the fishbowl back down, and Rosa actually stepped forward for me to lift her back into the container.

I positioned my desk lamp as best I could over Claire and retrieved my magnifying glass.  I really should get one of those illuminated magnifiers mounted on a flexible arm, I thought.

Claire had scrunched her eyes shut, and after one glimpse of her pea-sized boobs lolling to each side, I had to take a moment to put the magnifier down and lick each of them in turn.  She screamed in terror, and my heart leapt with joy as I muffled her mouth with my tongue.  My lips wrapped around her head and closed about her neck, and I might have slurped her entirely into my mouth right then if the sound of the tape coming up hadn't reminded me of my initial plans.

I released Claire's head, which fell back onto the blotter.  She was too busy gasping for air to scream when I slid the tip of my tongue between her tiny ass cheeks.  I only probed once before raising my head back above her, smacking my lips.  Remembering Heidi's last tumblings in my mouth, I recognized the funk of fear.  Okay, I thought, that'll do for now.

I sat back opened a drawer and pulled out a toothpick, which I held up for close examination.  It was barely audible, but Claire's whimpering told me she had seen it too.  It looked pretty smooth, but I wanted to avoid any snags so I popped one end into my mouth and swished it around.  Claire stopped whimpering, and I glanced over at Rosa, who was standing right up against the glass, watching me.

When the wood had started to soften, I pulled the pick out of my mouth and leaned back over Claire, whose sob was clearly audible.  Holding my magnifier over the tiny woman, I pursed my lips as I used the dry end of the pick to tease her labia apart.  Claire had been a diligent pubic shaver, so I could see every fold and crevice.

Ill-advisedly, she was very tensed up.  I twirled the pick around in my fingers and started massaging her taint with the soft end.  "You're gonna wanna relax, darlin'," I rumbled.

Claire's white eyes opened in her dark face and I didn't need any magnifier to see the hatred burning there.  Reflexively my mouth opened a bit and my tongue started tapping the back of my upper incisors.  I brought the pick close to parallel with the desktop and eased the tip into her pink canal.

She gasped in surprise; she must have somehow convinced herself that I wouldn't do it.  My advance of the pick was almost imperceptible to me, but from her wails Claire felt every millimeter of additional length and girth.  "No, please, stoppleasestoppleasestopNO!"

It really was all I could do not to shove the pick in hard until it tore open her belly and emerged beneath her ribs.  Instead I took a deep breath and slowly pulled it back out a bit and savored her heaving sobs, licking my lips.  Then I eased the pick forward again, no further than the previous extent, then back again.  I raised my eyebrows in encouragement and gave a low satisfied moan.

It took another couple of minutes of this, but damn if Claire didn't finally start arching her back into my thrusts.  Her warbling heaves became slightly less like sobs and more like grunts.  I was no connoisseur of fake orgasms, but I thought she did a fair job.  She might have even curled her toes, but my magnifier was focused not on her feet but rather her face, where I chose to accept as genuine her expression of complete submission.

I withdrew the pick and slowly slipped the soft end between my lips and onto my impatient tongue.  The taste of her cunt was barely present, but unmistakable nonetheless.  I kept the magnifier over Claire's face as I let the most triumphant smirk blossom across mine.  I looked into her eyes for the former smolder, but she was just crying inaudibly.

I put the magnifier down and sat back, swishing the pick around my mouth roguishly.  For the first time since I softened the pick, I looked over at Rosa.  She was still standing next to the glass, looking up at me with her arms crossed.  It was impossible for me to read her expression.

I stood up to display my stiffy tenting out my boxers, a dark spot of precum showing through.  When Rosa didn't move other than to incline her head back to track my face, I lowered myself to slip my boxers off, then raised back up to let my cock wave at her.  My fingers couldn't hold still, either; one hand gathered my boxers into a bunch, and the fingers of the other just rubbed against each other and my palm.

Rosa took what appeared to be an involuntary step back, but I was almost certain it was a conscious gesture.  More reflexive was her flinch when I reached over the fishbowl and shoved my boxers through the opening.  She managed to dodge them as they fell, but then she raised her face again and this time she kept her eyes on my cock.

This was a frame I had envisioned many times before, and the real thing didn't disappoint.  I could eclipse Rosa's figure entirely with my cock, and I imagined her tiny limbs emerging from either side to embrace it.  Looking down past my cock at her was electric; my thighs and hamstrings hummed, and I had to make an effort to keep my balance.  There was absolutely nothing to stop me.  I was hard, she was ready.  And yet, perversely, I hesitated.

I suspected it was because I had been anticipating this moment for so long, I didn't want to let it go.  I also didn't want to make a misstep, to ruin this opportunity.  I mustn't rush things, I thought.  One's already gone.  I gotta think this through.

I leaned over Claire and pulled the tape up from the blotter and each of her limbs, neither gratuitously abruptly nor so slow as to leave adhesive residue behind.  Claire immediately curled herself into a ball, which made it easier to scoop her up and deposit her on my bunched boxers at the bottom of the fishbowl.  I then stepped into the kitchen to fill a small dish with water, which I also set in the fishbowl, along with a bottle cap for use as a waste bucket.

Without a backward glance, I walked to my bed and stretched myself out on it, my gaze on the featureless ceiling.  As I gathered my thoughts, my hand unconsciously drifted to my cock.

I had had some idea of where I wanted to go next with Rosa, but the addition of Heidi and Claire had really complicated my scenario.  Quite apart from the challenge of collecting them all, they had also awakened desires I hadn't known I had.  I had always known that Rosa was going to spend some time in my mouth, but swallowing and digesting Heidi had been an unforeseen delicacy.  Similarly, I never expected to dote on each note of Claire's symphony of sorrow, but now I couldn't imagine taking a woman without it.

I had been smitten with Rosa's face from the moment I saw it; her deep eyes, full lips, proud nose, bewitching eyebrows, all framed by that lush dark hair.  I had even anticipated the look on her face when she found herself suddenly doll-sized, looking up and recoiling from my reaching fingers.  But now that she was about to meet my giant cock, I found that I needed to see her tiny beautiful face throughout the encounter.  My magnifier's migration from Claire's crotch to her face had proved that.

My cock surged at the memory, and I pulled my hand away lest I impair my imminent performance.  Instead I started puzzling out how to keep Rosa's face in view.  I came up with one idea, but it would require more investment and preparation than I could manage at the moment.  I would just have to make sure she lasted long enough.

My logistical brainstorming had also tossed up an arrangement that would be possible with materials currently on hand, and I squeezed myself a couple of times in anticipation.  Yes, I thought, this will do quite nicely for now.

I walked back over to the desk to see that Claire had revived and was having some water.  Excellent.  I sat down and opened the drawer and grabbed a handful of twist-ties.  Rosa saw my hand coming for her and made no attempt to evade it.  I set her in the exact spot where I had bound Claire with tape and said, "On your back, spread-eagle."  It was only half-second long, but I caught Rosa's hesitation before complying with my instruction.

Once she was in position, I slid one twist-tie under each of her wrists and thighs, then curled each twist-tie up slightly but not yet secured to anything.  Then I glanced over at Claire, who was trying to pretend she was still drinking and not watching the proceedings.  I couldn't help grinning at her averted face before reaching into the fishbowl and lifting her out, thrashing in my grip.  Then, a special treat: "No!" cried Claire, "You already did me!"

Rosa hadn't moved a millimeter, but it was hard for her not to flinch when I pressed the protesting Claire face-down on top of her.  If Claire kept struggling, it was going to be rather difficult for me to proceed if I had to devote one of my hands to holding her in place.  Instead I simply looked into Rosa's eyes and raised an eyebrow.  I saw Rosa speak briefly, and Claire immediately stopped squirming.  A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as I twisted the ties to bind the women together at the wrists and thighs.

I plucked the bundled women underneath their arms, then tugged on their limbs to make sure the bindings would hold.  I carried them over to the bed and sat down, then retrieved my jar of petroleum jelly.  Both women got a slick smear across their necks, tits, bellies, groins, and the insides of their arms and thighs.  Claire made the mistake of spitting some out of her mouth, so I dabbed her entire face.

The ring formed by their crotches and bound thighs just barely fit around my swollen cockhead, and both Claire and Rosa grunted as my thickening pole squeezed past their slippery bellies and boobs.  My grunt, however, was louder and less indignant.

I had taken two voluptuous young women and turned them into my personal living Fleshlight.  The fantastical impact of this fact fused with the sublime sensations of their pliant bodies squeezing my cock.  The sight of my cockhead surging past their tiny straining faces was almost too glorious to bear.

Their wrist bonds might have allowed them enough slack to hold their chests away from my shaft, so that's where I gripped them tightest, compressing their tits against as many of my nerve endings as possible.  Their thigh bonds held their abdomens closer to my pillar, their tiny shins and calves flailing on either side with each pump, and I imagined Rosa was grinding her tiny mound into the underside of my cock.

It was perfect.  With Rosa underneath, I saw her mouth gasping along with my pisshole on the upstroke, and with Claire on top her tiny round booty spread wide for me on the downstroke.  I wanted the moment to last as long as possible, but there wasn't a single aspect of the spectacle or sensation that didn't spur me onward with increasing ferocity.

I could have this anytime I want, I thought.  They were slaves to my cock.  If I so chose, that's all they would ever be.

As I approached my crescendo, a low moan began in my chest.  I have no idea what it must have sounded to the two gerbil-sized women imprisoned in my fist, but at that point I was in my own universe.  My breathing became more ragged and my voice far exceeded its typical volume for that sort of exertion: "Mmmmmm-mine!!"

The world went white around the edges as I arched off my bed, furiously jerking my cockslaves up and down, marking them with my warm viscosity.  Drink it up ladies, I thought, roll around and get yourselves good and coated.  A short cackle escaped me.

I crashed back onto my bed, an idiotic grin on my face as my mind reeled from trying to encompass the most rapturous sex act of my life.  Could I ever again go on a date with a woman and not expect it to end up like this?  I chuckled between panting.

I released my cock and withdrew my sticky but empty hand from my crotch, oblivious to concerns of containment.  Claire had fallen in a heap on my lower abdomen, just above my cock, mewling but not moving.  I could feel Rosa stretched across my ballsack, but I couldn't see whether she had fallen upon it or was trying to climb up it.

Soon I felt Rosa scrambling up my thigh opposite from where my leaking cock had collapsed.  I raised my head further onto my pillow so I could look down at the two tiny sticky women nestled in the thatch of my pubes.  Such adorable cumrags.

For once, Rosa wasn't looking at me.  She was holding Claire and I could barely hear their tinny words.  I'm sure it was the post-climactic torpor that muted my response to Rosa's inattention to me.  I quickly got bored, however, and I abruptly scooped them both up in my sticky fist, sat up, then walked to the desk and laid them both on top of my boxers in the fishbowl.

Exhilarated and triumphant, I felt no need to clean myself before taking a nap.  I lay on top of my sheets, the drops of cum cooling and hardening on my skin, replaying in my mind the sights and sounds of my domination.

I awoke to the sound of a bird.  It was a curiously regular cry, with none of the elaborate trills that typify territorial or mating calls.  It was a cry for help.  For my help.

I lifted my head and looked at the desk to see Rosa standing next to the glass and waving her arms frantically.  More reflexively than I would later care to admit, I jumped out of my bed and rushed up to lean over the fishbowl.

Claire hadn't moved from the spot where I had laid her.  Rosa moved next to her and raised her arms like a toddler asking to be picked up.  I paused a moment to enjoy the sight and to show that I would not be hurried.  Then I reached in and plucked Rosa under her arms and brought her up to my face.

She hesitated a couple of seconds after her rapid ascent into the focus of my scrutiny.  "She needs to go to a hospital," she managed finally.

Feeling no urgency at all, I weighed what tone to strike with Rosa.  After all these would be the first words we had ever really exchanged.  This would indelibly color the future of our relationship.  But what did I want that future to be?

I had permanently rendered Rosa calamitously vulnerable to the slightest rigors of normal human existence, abducted her against her will, murdered one of her friends in front of her, recently used her as a sex toy, and had every expectation of doing all of it again.  How do you talk to someone after that?

And yet she was so lovely.  Holding this tiny fragile beauty between my fingers and listening to her ask things of me was simply a delight.  I knew she would never question my dominance, just as I knew I would do anything to preserve the joy she gave me.

Nevertheless, she still required some guidance from me. "Why do you say that?" I asked softly.

"She's bleeding internally," said Rosa.  "I can see the hemorrhage forming, and I think she has some broken ribs."

"How do you know all this?"

"I'm Pre-Med."

I raised a warning eyebrow.

"I mean, I was," she said.

I paused to let us both ingest this.  Then I asked, "What happens if she doesn't get medical assistance?"

"If it's bad enough, she could die from blood loss.  Infections or sepsis are possible.  In any event, she's going to be in a lot of pain."  The imploring look on her tiny face warmed me, and I had to subdue a grin.

I gave a brief nod, then set Rosa down on the desk blotter.  I reached into the fishbowl, and Claire moaned pitifully when I rolled her limp form into my open fingers.  I sat down at my desk and laid Claire on the blotter next to Rosa.  "Show me," I said.

Rosa knelt down and gingerly lifted Claire's left arm and pointed at a spot on the side of Claire's abdomen.  I picked up my magnifier and discerned a dark spot about 4mm wide showing through Claire's brown skin.

"Are you sure there's nothing you can do for her?" I asked evenly.

"Not, not like this," she said, briefly raising her open hands.

"Well, I said, "you need to understand that I will never show you to a doctor or anyone else.  You can say goodbye now, if you like."

Rosa paled with the recognition of her role in condemning Claire.  "Wait!" she cried, shooting to her feet.  "Please, Gordon, don't!"

I sat back in mute astonishment.  Despite my encompassing intent never to release Rosa, I had cautiously removed anything from my bag and my desk and anywhere in view that might give away my identity.  I had stalked Rosa for months from what I had thought was a comfortable distance and complete anonymity, and yet here she was, calling me by name.

Had she told anyone else about me, such that I would appear on any list of suspects following her disappearance?  I snatched her up and brought her close, searching for any recognition that she had revealed her hope for rescue, but all I found was the same immediate fear.  Had Heidi or Claire somehow known my name previously, and revealed it to Rosa after I had taken them?  No, Heidi would surely have at least pretended to have left my name with her many friends.

I was left with the dumbfounding conclusion that Rosa had been at least vaguely aware of me before I took her.  And she had chosen this moment—when I had threatened to kill Claire after Rosa had pronounced her beyond aid—to reveal it to me.

She might have tried to recant her prognosis, hoping that I would spare Claire.  I let out a slow breath and looked into Rosa's eyes, and I think we both recognized that her original prognosis was correct.  We both saw that letting Claire linger in pain would not only be pointless but would oblige me to call Rosa out on the pretense.  And neither of us wanted that to happen.

"What did you say?" I asked, almost wearily.

I was pinning Rosa's arms and torso with my fingers, and I could tell she would have squirmed if she could.  She lowered her head, and I resisted the urge to squeeze her for breaking eye contact.  She looked back up at me with her jaw set.  "Please don't hurt her," she said carefully.

I held her gaze another moment, then gave the slightest of nods.  I lowered my arm and set Rosa down next to Claire, who was pretending to be oblivious to our exchange.  I pulled back my arm and held my chin, watching the tiny women.

Rosa looked down at Claire's contorted face, then crossed her arms and backed away from both Claire and from me.  When Rosa raised her eyes back to mine, my lips parted and the muscles in my neck and jaw started to hum.

I pinched Claire's knees together and lowered my chin to the desktop.  Claire started writhing in panic, her screams equal parts pain and terror.  I slipped her feet-first in my mouth up to her thighs, then released my fingers and held her with my lips.

Slowly I puckered and started sucking Claire's tiny thrashing body into my maw.  Her legs, her ass, and her belly gradually slid past my grasping lips.  Her eyes were wide with fear as she cried, "No, omigod, no!" and her face disappeared under my nose as her tits bumped against my lips.

I shifted my gaze to Rosa.  She was searching my eyes, but she found no hope there.  Claire reached back towards her, screaming "Help me, please!"  Rosa looked at Claire, but she didn't move or say anything.  I wanted to smile, but letting my teeth hold Claire would probably have resulted in Rosa getting hit with arterial spray.

With Claire's final abbreviated "No—", I sucked her head and outstretched arms past my lips.  I rolled her around with my tongue to make sure she was good and slick, then I knocked her back and down, my gullet squeezing the last defeated cry out of her.

I sat back and placed my hand on my belly.  I felt Claire slide into my stomach, but nothing after that—no movement, and only the gurgles heralding the start of digestion.  Rosa hadn't moved from her spot on my desk blotter, but she was now standing at a kind of parade rest, her hands clasped in front of her own belly.

I noted that her hair was still unkempt and matted, and I rubbed my fingertips together to brush off the bits of cum that stuck when I had grabbed her.  A contented smile came over my face as I realized how to divert us both from dwelling too deeply on my most recent meal.

I stood up, enjoying the way Rosa tilted her head back to keep eye contact, then stepped into the kitchen.  I knew without looking that Rosa wasn't going anywhere, and soon I returned with a small bowl full of warm soapy water.

Rosa watched me set the bowl down next to her, then lifted her arms so I could gently pluck her about her ribs.  I delicately set her in the middle of the bowl, then folded my hands under my chin as I leaned forward to scrutinize her.

Warmth radiated out from my belly and spread to my extremities as I marveled at the tiny beauty bathing before me.  Over the past four weeks I had decided that Rosa's physical attributes perfectly exemplified my "type," and now here she was, mine to command.  Both Heidi and Claire had had their attractive qualities, and although I had definitely enjoyed subduing their resistance, it was Rosa's subservience that made me melt.

I continued to puzzle over the revelation that she knew of me before I took her.  Had she obsessed over me, as I had over her?  That seemed unlikely.  But perhaps there had been a fascination, a curiosity about my intent, that had now clearly translated into a predator-prey dynamic.  I could live with that, at least as long as she could.

Watching Rosa caress her arms and turn to reach into the water, it was obvious that she was intentionally putting on a display for me.  She must have decided that keeping me entertained was her best strategy for survival.  That she realized this without being told delighted me.  It was as if she knew me, as if she had already been thinking of ways to please me.

Impressed as I was with how quickly Rosa had adapted to her new circumstances, I struggled to resist the urge to push her to her limits.  I wanted to bask in the tribute she was paying to me, yet I also needed to know just how much she had surrendered to me.  Don't be a fool, I thought, you have plenty of time.

When she had at last exhausted all plausibly necessary rites of cleansing, I brought a dish towel from the kitchen, then slowly reached into the bowl and lifter Rosa out and onto it.  She must have discerned my impatience, for she dried herself without ceremony.  Such a good girl.

Removing the bowl but leaving the towel, I retrieved my magnifier once more and brought my head directly above her.  "Now," I said, "I will see you give yourself pleasure."

Through my magnifier I could see the daunted expression pass over Rosa's face.  She looked up at my amplified eyes, not (I imagined) looking for any hope of reprieve, but rather (I suspected) to get used to my enormous regard.  Then she lowered her gaze from my face and took a few slow deep breaths.  The fingers of my free hand rubbed against each other below the desktop, although my moving tendons were in plain view.  Relax, I told myself, wondering if she could hear my thoughts.

She startled me with a sharp nod of her head, then she dropped to the towel and spread herself out on her back, one arm behind her head and the other between her legs.  I don't know what I was expecting—some kind of slinky dance or boob-shimmy like in a porno?  I was nevertheless mesmerized; she got to work and her boobs were free to jiggle and slide with every breath and jostle of her arm.

Over a minute had passed before I realized that she hadn't stopped looking at my face.  Don't most people close their eyes when they masturbate?  I did all the time.  I would have completely understood if Rosa had done the same, and yet she still gazed up at my looming face, finding her passion in my ravenous eyes.

I scanned her face closely, noting the color in her cheeks and the rhythm of her breaths.  Her eyes met mine, then shifted to my twitching lips and tongue, which I had neither amplified nor restrained.  I lowered my focus to her active hand, absurdly trying to memorize the pattern and cadence of her probes, as if I could ever replicate them.

She isn't performing, I thought.  She wanted me to look, she wanted my giant eyes to enclose her.  Had she desired my gaze before I took her?  I'd never know, but she wanted me now, and that was more than enough.

I could see Rosa's tiny Kegel muscles clenching and the tendons in her thighs straining.  Her pelvis bucked, and fragments of her moans drifted up to me.  I added a microphone to my mental list of items to obtain before our next session.  Looking back to her face, I could see she had finally closed her eyes as her breathing accelerated.

I had to have my cock in my hand.

With all the deliberation I could muster, I placed the magnifier gently on the desktop, then rolled my chair back and stood up.  The jar of Vaseline was still within reach, and I scooped a dollop into my fingers and started pumping my shaft, which was now cantilevered about four inches above Rosa.  If she had interrupted or slackened her pace, I couldn't tell.

I took her, I thought, and now she's mine.  I gazed down on her, lying below my jerking cock and balls, her head back and legs spread.  She could have tried to hide under the towel or in a different corner of the desk, but she still lay there, her arm diddling in time with mine.  You want me, I thought, you want to be mine.

Oh, she looked so lovely and so joyous.  I staggered back a step as my giant cock shot a spurt of cum, which landed squarely on her belly and splashed into her face and crotch.  "Ahh!" I cried victoriously.  As the successive waves pulled me forward, my thighs slammed into the desk, rocking Rosa further, and still she didn't flinch.

I leaned forward over my desk, putting out my hands for support.  My balls fell onto the desk in front of Rosa, the head of my draining cock landing on her chest.  I winced when she reached up and caressed my sensitive skin.  I clenched my pelvic muscle so my cockhead surged into her face.  "Uhh!" we both grunted in unison.

Ooh, that was sweet.  I stood back up and looked down at my cock and balls obscuring Rosa, her tiny legs poking out to the sides.  I am a god to you, I thought.  I will take your offerings whenever I please.

I reached down and plucked her from the towel with my sticky fingers and brought her to my face.  Wow, I thought, I really soaked you.  I held her under her armpits and she groaned as I licked my cum off her, twisting and tilting her to get my tongue into every crevice of her tiny tasty body.

Once I had slurped away all the visible deposits, I lowered Rosa slightly so she could see my tongue and throat muscles work at swallowing it all.  Her breathing was still peaked, but her eyes were nonetheless wide with appreciation.

Look at you, I thought, you're not my lover or my slave or my toy or my food.  You're my worshipper, and you know in your bones that I need your worship, just as you know that your life depends upon my accepting your worship.  Such a blessing that we found each other, isn't it?

I sat down in my chair, then held her above the fishbowl.  I brought my face close to the glass and let go of Rosa, who, like a chosen acolyte reciting a verse, let out an alarmed shriek as she plummeted harmlessly into the nest of my boxer shorts.  Was that scary? I wondered.  Gods can be scary sometimes.

I rested my head on the desk and watched my servant find her place in the tiny new world I had made for her.  I decided I would have to visit a pet shop to find a better solution for the food/water/waste issues.  Gods can provide blessings, too.

As Rosa's horizons narrowed to the region defined by my appetites and my appreciation, I wondered how far I would go.  I had already surprised myself more than once, and I hadn't yet found Rosa's limits.  Who would I become when I did?