Now this is a great view, Brandon thought to himself. He was perched on his gaming chair, leaning back, with his binoculars pressed to his eyes. From the seclusion of his dark room, he looked across the gap between two properties at the object of his desire.

Stephanie.

Although Brandon would not admit it to even his closest friend, he was a peeping tom, and what was previously just an obsession had turned into an addiction. He needed to spy on Stephanie every time he had the opportunity. When night fell, Brandon loved to sit in the dark of his room and peer over into the brightly lit bedroom across the street. It was the perfect place to raise her young 7-year-old daughter, who was growing up faster than she could believe.

It was not uncommon for Stephanie to leave a lot of opportunity for people to look into her home, but she was also very trusting of her neighbors and felt she had struck gold being able to move into such a great area on relatively low rent.

Brandon had taken every precaution to ensure he could not be seen peeping on her when it was dark, but that didn’t mean a lot more was to be desired. Brandon was not a good guy, and clearly thought of Stephanie as little more than a sexual object, something to gawk at and drool over. However, he was also extremely cautious and didn’t want to take his perverted behaviour to a point where there might be any legal penalty. His mind was a careful as it was dirty. With much consideration to both his desires and wanting to protect himself, he hatched a deviant plan. He would shrink himself and invade Stephanie’s home, and from there would have a front row seat into her life. If he was especially lucky, he may have even had the chance to see her naked, something which had not happened yet.

After doing some research on the dark web, Brandon had acquired two pills, each several thousand dollars. This investment better be worth it, he thought to himself. Take the yellow pill and shrink to a few inches tall, take smaller pink pill to return to your original size. Simple enough. Brandon had also bought a teddy bear that he had hollowed out and attached a card from a ‘Secret admirer from work’ to it. He’d place the teddy bear at Stephanie’s door, crawl inside, and wait for Stephanie to bring him in like a horny Trojan horse.

Early in the morning, before sunrise and before Stephanie and her daughter woke up, he put his plan into action. Brandon placed the teddy bear and card at their doorstep and swallowed the yellow pill. The shrinking process wasn’t painful, but it made him feel temporarily woozy. He couldn’t believe how big the world looked now. Was this the perspective that insects had? Without wasting time, he crawled inside the small hole he put in the teddy and began to play the waiting game.

A few hours passed before Stephanie came outside to get the mail.

“Whoa! Who put this here?” Stephanie said out loud upon seeing the teddy bear. “He’s so cute.”

Stephanie picked up the teddy and took it inside. Brandon’s scheme was going exactly as planned, and he could barely contain his excitement. He had to pinch himself from giggling in anticipation.

“What’s that, mom?” Stephanie’s daughter asked.

“A teddy bear, sweetie. There’s a card too. Let’s see who sent it.” Stephanie looked at the card. “Doesn’t say, but I bet it was Tim. He’s also trying to be a smoothie with me.”

Out of nowhere, Stephanie gave the teddy bear a violent shake. Brandon immediately started to feel extremely uneasy. He could feel a headache coming on already from Stephanie’s rough handling. Where did this come from he thought? Stephanie continued to shake the teddy bear, causing Brandon’s body to shift around uncomfortably inside. He thought to himself that he had removed too much of the stuffing. It was painful, and within only a few minutes of implementing his evil plot Brandon was already beginning to have regrets.

“What the fuck is wrong with this woman? Why is she shaking a fucking stuffed bear?!” he said to himself.

“Did I just hear it talk?” Stephanie’s daughter said. This made her mother especially inquisitive. Brandon felt his heart jump into his throat. Had he been caught? They had no reason to believe a tiny man was inside. I have to be a talking bear, he thought. It’s the only way to cover this up.

Stephanie gave the teddy bear a tight squeeze, then brought it into her chest to give it a tight hug. It was already becoming too much for Brandon. Although he was seemingly invulnerable as a result of the pill’s effects, nothing had changed about his perception of pain. Stephanie’s hug was the greatest pressure he’d felt in his life. It was like being plunged several yards underwater while his limbs and neck were being tied up with rope. Despite the pain, he had to improvise. He needed to convince that hot woman that he was a talking teddy.

“I love you so much!” Brandon blurted out in a cheery tone that was completely opposite to how he was really feeling. Stephanie released him from the hug, feeling pleasantly surprised.

“He does talk!” she exclaimed.

Brandon had saved himself. His cover wasn’t blown. However, he desperately wanted to get out of this sticky situation ASAP. How could he do so without being seen by Stephanie? The last thing he wanted was to be discovered and subjected to true torture, which he was convinced Stephanie was more than capable to inflict on a peeping tom who went to these lengths to get some eye candy.

Stephanie took her new teddy bear to the couch. “I’m gonna make Tim’s day when I see him again! I love this gift so much!”

She brought the teddy in for another hug. This one was even tighter than the one she subjected Brandon to before. He felt like his eyeballs were going to pop out under the pressure. Blood seemed to the upper and low ends of his body and Stephanie, unaware, was really plunging in on his torso.

“You’re my best friend!” Brandon yelled in as cute a voice as he could muster.

Brandon had to get out now. He had serious questions about his supposed invulnerability. It was a black-market pill after all and didn’t think his life was worth gambling over a hot woman that he knew close to nothing about.

Giggling in joy, Stephanie put the teddy down. This gave Brandon the opportunity to wriggle his way back towards the hole and climb out. How was he going to get out of the house though? Brandon thought it best to play the role of a lifeless doll, hoping that Stephanie would fall for it and take him for a toy that her daughter had left laying around the house. “Please, Stephanie, don’t see me” Brandon whispered to himself, still trying to catch his breath after that last hug. He looked around the house and saw an open window. It was perfect. All he had to do was run over while Stephanie was distracted with the teddy bear, jump out and eat the other pill, and this would all be over. Suddenly, Brandon’s hope faded when he heard Stephanie speak again.

“Is that a doll? Gosh, I keep telling her not to leave these in the living room.”

With no other option, Brandon had to play dead, or in this case play inanimate.

Stephanie reached out and grabbed tiny Brandon. She couldn’t help but notice how much different he felt from any other doll.

Brandon was beyond petrified. He was being held by the object of his desires, the woman that he had developed an unhealthy fixation on, and yet here he was wanting to escape her. He knew that on some level he should have been happy, but the only thing on his mind was getting to that window. He also couldn’t help but notice how tight Stephanie’s grip was. Maybe it was just his size, but this was much more than a firm handshake. He had no choice though. He couldn’t risk being harmed by her, or getting into legal trouble. Suddenly, he felt a very brutal, intense squeeze. Stephanie’s hand clamped around his and compressed him body, pushing all of his internal organs against one another like a garbage mashing machine. It pushed all of the air out of Brandon’s body and caused him to heave violently.

“Hey… this feels… GOOD!” Stephanie exclaimed wide-eyed.

Brandon’s heart sank. Stephanie was enjoying this? How? He wasn’t that soft! Now he was truly frightened. If only he wasn’t such a dirty pervert. This could all have been avoided! shoe was truly on the other foot. Now he was the object of desire. But it was not sexual desire. Brandon couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

Stephanie turned Brandon around. They were now looking at each other face-to-face. She gave tiny Brandon another really hard squeeze. Brandon’s mouth flung wide open as all the oxygen was pushed out of him again. His eyes pulsated and his vision went fuzzy. His entire face was turning red, and then purple as all of the blood rushed right to his head.

“Holy crap, his face! So fucking cute!” Stephanie exclaimed. “You’re gonna ease my stress so much. Thank you, little toy man!”

Brandon couldn’t believe it. Did Stephanie think he was a stress doll? Did she think his suffering was FUNNY?!

Stephanie was thinking exactly what Brandon had feared the most. What the ‘doll’ before he represented was an opportunity to fight her stress in a healthy way. Feeling all of the muscles in her hands tighten up and crush his little body, watching the shrieking look on his face when she did so, it was like a rush. As she kept pumping him over and over again, listening to him squeak like a dog’s toy, she could feel all the stress of her insurance job leave her system. She might even ask for more work and chase a promotion at this rate! She knew as well that this would make her an even better mother. Childrearing was no easy feat, but if she could jump pump the stress doll with her hands and look at the funny faces it makes, she’d have more energy and will to make her daughter happier.

“Little squeezy, that’s what I’ll call you” Stephanie said as she dug her fingers hard into Brandon’s stomach.

Stephanie sat down at her computer and got a head start on her latest assignment. Every few minutes she’d reach over to Brandon and give him a tight squeeze. The little man’s body was never able to adapt to this chronic abuse. Just as the blood in his body had redistributed itself back to a normal flow, Stephanie would reach her enormous hand out and grasp him again, inflicting another abusive violation. Brandon wished he’d never left the teddy bear. He had a much better chance of escaping had he just waited until dark and snuck out then. Now, he was resigned to being by Stephanie’s side (just as he always wanted) but not in the way he desired.

The computer was playing up. Some program Stephanie never used was demanding that she update before letting her get on with her task. In anger, she slammed her fist down on the desk. It sent vibrations right through the wood which rumbled on Brandon’s face. The little man started to cry. He couldn’t afford to let off any sounds, but the tears pooled up into his eyes and streamed down his face. He had learned his lesson. Objectifying people was wrong, and now he was paying the price in a way he could never have anticipated. Before he could even get some healthy tears out, Stephanie reached over again. She squeezed Brandon tightly, making his body convulse in bizarre ways and causing a choking sensation in his throat. Brandon could feel mucus building up in the back of his nose, drool falling over his face, his eyes becoming strained and blurry. Through all of this evident suffering, Stephanie was feeling ecstatic and laughing. She would never have done this to a real person. She wasn’t a monster after all. But this was a toy.

Only a toy.

Stephanie got a phone call. It was her boss. A major incident had happened that required her to start working the insurance case immediately. Although she had previously promised herself not to work so hard, she could see a promotion inches away from her fingers so long as she kept ‘Little Squeezy’ around. She had the plan mapped out. Drop her daughter off at grandpa’s house, give Tim a big hug and a kiss on the cheek for sending that cute teddy bear, show all of her friends ‘Little Squeezy’, then meet with her boss and see what this giant insurance case was all about.

She felt like a woman anew. Independent, powerful, determined, already victorious. She gave Brandon another squeeze, once again relishing in the soft texture of his body and the hilarious expressions he was making. With no idea what toy company made this doll, she was forced to keep Brandon close. At all times.

“You’re gonna help me chase my dreams, little guy! Thank you for coming into my life!” Stephanie said, looking into Brandon’s eyes, while he had little choice but to remain dead still. Brandon was horrified about what the future lay ahead of him. Would he ever get away from Stephanie? Would he get outside of the house and eat the second pill? Would Stephanie one day find out the truth and subject him to something even more monstrous than he could possibly imagine. Whatever it was, he knew that the days, months, years ahead of him were to be filled with agony and humiliation, and Stephanie would love every second of it.