Her Little Experiment Story

“What do you think is going to happen to us now?”

Brad stared out the window to his home, looking upward. Up until three months ago, he would have seen a beautiful sky. Now however, all he can see is a clear glass bowl, holding him, and the rest of his town hostage. Lassic sipped his water before clearing his throat. “I really don’t know man. I still can’t believe we ended up this way.”

It was three months prior that she entered the town. No one really paid attention to her. After all, who would look twice at a five foot, twenty-one-year-old Asian woman who never said a word to anyone? The only person in the town that had spoken to her was Lassic. In fact, he had talked with her a few times. Both had gotten their morning coffee from the same place and made small talk. She seemed friendly, but also rather distant, as though she didn’t want to get attached to anything related to the place. Still, Lassic was the kind of guy that always tried to be friendly, regardless of the situation.

The woman, whose name Lassic learned to be Kenja was born in Japan. While he hadn’t learned much, Lassic did find out that her parents were both geneticists, and successful ones at that. Kenja had come to this town from there in order to pursue a master’s degree. There was no question she was also extremely intelligent. Most people would at best be a junior in college yet Kenja was in the final quarter of her master’s degree! Other than that, he wasn’t able to get much else out of her.

A month later however, Lassic, and the rest of the small town learned what Kenja really wanted. Standing at the very edge of town, Kenja held a small device in her hand. As usual, no one really noticed her standing there and as usual, she was perfectly fine with that. Starting slowly, Kenja eyed a broken-down truck on the side of the road. Adjusting a few dials on the device, she pointed it at the vehicle and pressed the execute button. Before her eyes, the truck began to shrink. She didn’t let go of the button until the truck was no larger than the palm of her hand. Grinning wickedly Kenja looked up, eyeing her next target. Turning down an alleyway, she saw a group of construction workers enjoying a smoke break. Another press of the button and all five of them found their clothing, as well as the rest of them, shrinking down. They saw Kenja walking over as they shrunk down to three inches each. Laughing out loud, she picked one up, holding him in the palm of her hand. “You were the man who whistled at me the other day, weren’t you?”

The man cowered in her hand as Kenja’s mouth formed a crooked half-smile. He nodded sheepishly as she lowered her face to his. “How about you whistle for me again.”

It wasn’t a question at all. Kenja’s tone was cold as her brown eyes stared at the frightened man. Trembling, he did as she asked though the whistle sounded no louder than a passing bird. Kenja giggled hearing the high-pitched sound and pursed her lips. Attempting to whistle, she instead blew hard. The remaining construction workers gasped as the gust of air was enough to push the worker backwards off his feet. When he stumbled backwards, the man ran out of real estate and fell off. At his size, compared to Kenja. The four-foot fall was the equivalent to a four-story tumble. The end result was not pretty. Staring down at the four other construction workers, Kenja moaned softly. “That felt… really good actually. Don’t worry, you will not be the only small ones! Do me a favor though and clean the sidewalk. I’ll take care of the body.”

Leaving the alleyway, Kenja played with the dials on her device and resumed her place at the very edge of town. Extending the range to encompass the entire town, Kenja pushed and held the button while sitting down on the ground just outside the device’s range. It was taking far longer this time as the range was so large. On the positive side, since the entire town was shrinking at the same time, no one really noticed anything. Kenja did have to stop several times as unsuspecting cars tried to leave town and hit them specifically. She piled the cars neatly in a duffel bag so they couldn’t escape and returned to shrinking the town. 

Lassic stepped out of the coffee shop onto the street. Looking down the street, his eyes caught Kenja, and the device. Yelling out, he began running towards her but stopped when he realized that despite running for thirty seconds, he was no closer to her. At the same time, she looked taller than normal. He called out to her, but she didn’t notice, or seem to notice. When Kenja did step forward, Lassic panicked as he craned his neck. She was a giant! Running back into the coffee shop, Lassic hid under a table, staring out the window. Suddenly, the electricity in the shop went out prompting hysteria among the other customers. Crawling to the front door, Lassic opened it and peeked out. A moment later he, and everyone else in town found themselves hitting the floor. A second later, everyone felt weightless, though that was short lived as the gravity returned, sending everyone to the ground again. Now everyone ran outside fearing some kind of earthquake. They were met with Kenja’s smiling face as she brought the town up to her eye level. “If I were you, I’d hang onto something. The ride might be bumpy.”

At this point, the town was no larger than four square feet. Carrying the entire town, Kenja slid the town into the trunk of her car. A young woman screamed out, “what are you going to do to us?!”

It dawned on Lassic what happened. Kenja didn’t grow, she had shrunk the entire town! The trunk door slammed shut leaving the town in complete darkness. An hour later, the town and its inhabitants collectively shielded their eyes as Kenja opened the trunk, allowing the sunlight to stream in. When she lifted the town out, Lassic could see they were in a large city filled with skyscrapers and bustling traffic. It was a far cry from his small town, where the largest building was only five stories high. Once inside Kenja’s apartment, she set the town down on her dining room table. The tiny townsfolk ventured out of their homes and other buildings to see what was happening. “It seems the entire town is out here. Good.”

Several townsfolk covered their ears while others winced, as Kenja’s voice sounded as though it was being funneled through a loudspeaker. Noticing this, Kenja lowered the volume of her voice. “My apologies. I often forget how size affects volume. Now, I do hope you will remain calm. Know that you will be taken care of. With that said, I cannot trust that you won’t try to run away.”

Kenja reached to the floor and picked up a large glass bowl with the bottom hollowed out. Turning it over, she placed it around the town, blocking any possible chance for escape. The top of the bowl, which previously was the bottom, had a large opening. The Asian woman turned on the dining room light and lowered it, warming up the ground the townsfolk were standing on. In addition, she put a row of outhouses in various places around the town. “I know that the majority of your food and drink will go bad within a day. I want you to pull all that stuff out of the buildings and pile them in the park. I’ll take care of the disposal.”

Two months later, the small town had gotten acclimated to their new way of life. True to her word, Kenja cooked for the town three times a day. Each morning she would put a plate of eggs and pancakes in the park area. The townsfolk would congregate there, using their hands to tear pieces off. In addition to the meal, three bottles containing water, milk, and orange juice sat upside down on a stand. A small nipple was attached to each bottle to allow the town to pour themselves a glass. Lunch was similar, though it was usually a large salad. For dinner, Kenja found that two chicken breasts would feed the entire town. On occasion, she would cook something else. Lassic remembered one instance where she baked a lasagna and put the whole casserole dish in the park. He had to help several people out of the casserole dish, as they had fallen in.

The following day however, Lassic and the rest of the town found themselves being moved back to Kenja’s car and transported to a university auditorium. Lassic and the others stood, paralyzed as crowds of people gathered around them. Some laughed at their size while others stared, slack-jawed at the sight. The crowd sat down while Kenja stepped up to the podium, demonstrating how her device worked. The terminology was foreign to Lassic. Looking at his fellow townsfolk, it was obvious everyone was confused. After that, Kenja went on to break down how the town has coped with their environment changes. While the terminology was elevated, Lassic and the others understood enough to know that they were nothing more than a science experiment. She referred to the townspeople as subjects in her project.

The presentation ended, leading to resounding applause. An older man walked up to Kenja, shaking her hand and congratulating her on one of the greatest master thesis presentations he had ever seen. After that, three men in expensive suits congratulated her as well. They told her that it couldn’t be official until after her diploma was attained, but that she was all but guaranteed a position at their company. The crowd dispersed leaving Kenja and the townsfolk alone. Turning to them, the woman had a very sinister grin on her face. “It looks like my little test has more than exceeded my expectations. I can’t very well return you back to normal though. I’m certain you would come after me. What to do, what to do…”

Her voice was loud enough for the entire town to hear and the tone in which she was talking had everyone’s blood pressure raised. Kenja lifted the town up and walked back to her car. When she put the town in the trunk, she wasn’t nearly as careful which sent the town sprawling against walls, or the ground. While driving home, Kenja pondered what to do with the town. 

For the next month, life in the shrunken town was miserable. Kenja would only feed them once a day if they were lucky. The meal usually consisted of a roll of day old French bread thrown into the park area. On one occasion, the massive bread roll struck a woman in the town, causing serious trauma to her body. Kenja had lost complete interest in the town, as she had finished her degree program and was due to start her job in two days. 

Staring out the window, Brad and Lassic finished their water and walked across the street to the local gym. If there was any positive to being four inches tall and cut off from all of humanity, it was that both had passed time by working out. He had to admit, all the working out had put Lassic in the best shape of his life. Brad left a bit early as he was going to meet his girlfriend so Lassic hung around the gym. Kenja had set up a communal shower in the locker room attached to the gym and right now, Lassic was the only one around and turned on the water. With the water flooding his ears, he didn’t hear Kenja call the townsfolk out to the park area.

The town gathered, expecting to receive dinner but Kenja didn’t have any food in her hands. Instead, she picked the town up and carried it toward her bathroom and set it down on the counter by her sink. During the move, Lassic found himself getting thrown around the shower area. Crawling on his hands and knees, he hurriedly put on a shirt and pants, though his sneakers must have flown elsewhere as he couldn’t find them. When the town was set down, Lassic was able to walk normally and made his way to the gym entrance. Kenja’s voice boomed even louder because of the acoustics in the room while Lassic stood in the doorway. “I want to thank each of you for your help in advancing my career. As you know, I start my new job in two days and, after careful consideration, I’ve decided that you are really no longer useful to me in any way. I cannot change you back, nor would I want to. In my time living in that town of yours I learned several things. One, there isn’t a single redeeming quality about any of you. How long was I in your company? Can anyone answer that?”

Lassic screamed out three months but was all the way on the other side of town and at his size, there was no way Kenja would be able to hear him. When the rest of the town collectively shrugged, Kenja continued. “That’s what I thought. Not one of you ever bothered to look up from your cell phones and computers to even notice me. Well I shouldn’t say that. There was that construction worker, but he was taken care of. So, what should I do with a bunch of weak, pathetic, self-absorbed people? Any ideas?”

The townsfolk screamed out for mercy, to be returned back to normal, and to be spared. To Kenja, all she heard was a collective squeal of high pitches that sounded more like nails on a chalkboard than cries for mercy. Lassic remained frozen in place. It would be more than a mile to get to the park from where he was standing and would never be able to make it in time. Kenja’s expression was cold and stoic as she reached out, grabbing a handful of people and threw them into the toilet. Those that survived the throw tried to climb out but found the porcelain impossible to scale. Kenja wasted no time in flushing the toilet sending those inside down the drain. The remaining people in the park started running in all directions, screaming loudly in a panic. “That’s right, run away. Run for your lives! Ha ha ha! The problem is, where are you going to run to?”

Several people found shelter in a building and crouched down on the ground. Using her size, Kenja picked up the town again and turned it sideways, shaking it as though emptying an ant farm. For those still on the run, they found themselves sliding down the street on their backs or bellies and straight into the toilet as well. Kenja had seen the buildings people were able to get into, so after she flushed the toilet again, Kenja gripped the buildings, tearing them from the ground and shook again. Lassic hung on for dear life as the remaining townsfolk fell into the toilet. Leaving the town on its side, Kenja giggled as the people struggled to climb out of the porcelain prison while Lassic was losing his grip on the doorframe. One flush later and Lassic watched as the water swirled beneath his bare feet. Every muscle in his arms ached as his fingers began to loosen on the doorframe. With the last of his town gone, Lassic’s fingers gave out and he began falling towards the currently unfilled toilet. Kenja, unaware that there was anyone left pulled the desolate, tiny town close to level stopping Lassic’s epic fall. The only issue was, his momentum was enough to keep him tumbling down the center of the road. He fell off while Kenja turned her head and stood up.

It really was fortunate that he fell off when the town was only two feet from the toilet. Any higher of an altitude, and the plunge would have likely killed him. Instead, he landed about as softly as possible into the bowl. Treading water, Lassic could see Kenja placing the empty town back on the counter. He had to find a way out of here before she used the bathroom again! While Lassic looked around for a possible escape, Kenja undressed, deciding that a shower would be a good idea. After that, she could probably donate the empty town to the Goodwill.

The time she spent in the shower gave Lassic enough time to look for an answer. He found it wedged at the very bottom of the toilet drain, as a piece of wood did not fully go down the drain. Quickly, Lassic recovered it and used it as a raft of sorts. It was enough to get him out of the water at least. Paddling himself to the front of the bowl, he jumped as high as he could, managing to catch the rim with his fingers. Struggling mightily, he finally was able to hoist himself onto the toilet seat. At the same time, Kenja stepped out of the shower and wrapped towels around her body and hair. It was steamy and humid in the room which made Kenja leave, not wanting her hair to knot and become a pain to brush. With her gone, Lassic sighed happily and looked over the edge of the toilet.

There was no chance he would be able to jump! At his height, the ground looked to be thirty feet away! He could only stand and wait as Kenja walked back in wearing a striped shirt, flip-flops, and a pair of shorts. Gulping, he stood as tall as he could, knowing that he would soon join the rest of his town. Kenja turned towards the toilet and gasped. Bending down, her face twisted into a sneer as she raised her hand up to grab Lassic. “I don’t know how you managed to survive but get ready to join everyone else!”

Her hand came towards Lassic and with very little time, he yelled out as loud as he possibly could, “three months! You lived in town for three months Kenja!”

Kenja’s hand stopped mere inches from Lassic’s body. “You… wait I think… are you Lassic? The guy from the coffee shop? You look different.”

It took every ounce of bravery for him to respond, but there was a look in Kenja’s eyes he’d only seen once before. It was five months prior during a conversation the two had at the coffee shop. Kenja had accidentally let something personal about herself slip in that conversation. It was the only time Lassic remembered seeing an uncertain look on her face. “Yes Kenja, it’s me, Lassic. After I was shrunk down there wasn’t much for me to do so I passed the time by working out. See?”

He pulled off his shirt to show Kenja while simultaneously thinking that this might be the biggest mistake he’d ever made. With Kenja staring, Lassic reached out, putting his hand on one of her fingers. “Please Kenja, I will do anything you ask. Anything at all, just please don’t kill me!”

Kenja seemed deep in thought while Lassic attempted to give her finger a massage with both of his hands. “You were kind to me now that I think about it. Perhaps it was fate that you, out of all the wretched, putrid scum in that town, would be the only one to survive. You are rather adorable I must say.”

His eyes lit up, not only at the compliment, but at her tone as well. For as long as he’d known her, she was very apathetic, never showing much emotion. Now though, there was a softness in her voice. Granted, it wasn’t super sweet, but still, it was better than what he’d heard before. “Thank you Kenja. I swear, I’ll serve you, no matter what you ask.”

The sly smile Lassic had seen right before she started her genocide was back. “Anything huh? So, if I commanded you to use that chiseled chest of yours to put lotion on the bottoms of my feet?”

“I would do it in a heartbeat Kenja.”

Now grinning as wide as a Cheshire cat, Kenja picked Lassic up, grabbing a bottle of lotion and jumped onto her bed. The palm of her hand acted like a springboard when Kenja hit the bed, sending Lassic flying through the air. His landing was soft however as he managed to touch down directly on top of her left breast. Blushing a deep shade of red, Lassic quickly scrambled to his feet, which wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be. The flesh of her chest was soft enough to sink when he tried to move. Expecting Kenja to be angry, Lassic braced for her wrath. He was surprised when instead of a scream, or a yell, she moaned ever so softly. “Kenja? Are you okay?”

“I’m just fine, but from now on, call me mistress or miss, understood slave?”

Lassic nodded and began walking down the center of her chest towards her feet. When he got to her belly button Kenja pushed her stomach out and retracted it quickly making Lassic fall to his knees. With one hand, Kenja lifted her shorts up in the front while the other hand pushed Lassic towards the opening. Apparently, the foot rub was going to have to wait.

The two began to form a routine. Kenja put the town upright on the long kitchen counter but left the glass bowl off. She fixed the gym and shower area while also leaving the coffee shop and his home. Other than those, the rest of the town was demolished. In the morning Kenja would have her morning coffee and breakfast, while Lassic would massage her hand or neck or whatever his mistress commanded of him. When finished, Kenja would leave a small amount of coffee at the bottom of the cup, as well as a few morsels on her plate. It was Lassic’s job to clean the dishes. Once in a while, Kenja would bring home cleaning supplies and shrink them down so that he could handle them more easily but her idea of tools were toothbrushes. Lassic had gotten extremely proficient at his cleaning duties and would generally finish around noon. To keep his strength up, he would then work out and shower in the gym. Once Kenja came home, she would use him however she felt, whether it was cleaning out her fingernails, or using a miniature razor to shave her legs for her. Should she have a bad day, or be in a specific mood, his duties were far more perverse. It seemed Kenja’s favorite game was to push him between her folds and see how far she could shoot him when her release came.

Months later Kenja came home in a great mood. Swooping Lassic up in her hand she ran into her bedroom, kicking her shoes off, and jumped onto the bed. “You’ll never guess what I’ve figured out slave! You know all about my handy shrink ray, but I’ve been working hard on making it multi-functional. It doesn’t just shrink things anymore. It can make things larger too!”

“Congratulations mistress! I’m still amazed at your intelligence even after all these months.”

Pulling out the familiar ray gun, Kenja fiddled with the display on it. For a brief moment, Lassic felt a little bit of hope creep into his mind. Maybe she was going to let him be normal again! Once the display agreed with Kenja’s idea, she looked back at Lassic, who was currently standing on her trim, toned stomach. “I thought I’d give you a special treat slave. After all, you’ve demonstrated how much you love me and my body. Are you ready for your surprise?”

This was it! Lassic was finally going to be returned to his normal size! He did his best to remain humble and bowed gracefully. “I am ready my mistress.”

He looked up, expecting the gun to be pointed at his body. Instead, Kenja had the tip pressed against the center of her chest. Grinning and laughing, her body began to grow at a rapid pace. “Ohhhh my clothes are going to…”

Before she could finish, Lassic could hear fabric tearing both in front, and behind him as she grew to, and surpassed six feet. Reaching seven feet, the only remaining garment on her was a pair of extremely strained panties. Stopping at nine feet, Kenja put the gun on the end table and stared at Lassic, how now felt as though he was no larger than an ant. “Don’t you love your surprise? I have a brief to read which will take an hour or so. Start at the bottom slave and make sure every inch of my body is moisturized. Finish in time and I’ll grow you two inches taller. Fail and you’ll have to do this again tomorrow but I’ll grow to ten feet!”

Standing at her feet, Lassic looked up. At his current height, her feet were more than five times taller than he was! Getting to work, Lassic’s mind drifted off a bit. Sure, an extra two inches of height would be wonderful but at the same time, the thought of a ten-foot mistress was rather enticing as well. Working quickly, Lassic moved up her body at a good pace. With ten minutes left, all he had left to do was her neck. Prying her eyes away from her brief, Kenja stared at Lassic. “What are you waiting for slave? You want to grow taller, don’t you?”

“Honestly mistress? I’d...rather you grow taller. It gives me more to worship.”

An honest smile spread over Kenja’s face. “You, my dear, sweet slave, were worth keeping.”