This story involves a man shrunken to two feet tall and owned by a woman. It contains elements of non-con and domination. Do not read if you do not like these themes! Please comment if you enjoy.
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The social worker hadn't been particularly concerned when Casey had almost sat on me when she entered the room. To be fair, it didn't help that my hospital pajamas were the same color as the padded chair. Seeing my life potentially snuffed out beneath strained black leggings in a shape I always adored wasn't going to change the outcome of this meeting. "Well, I'm not exactly maternal, buttttttt.... I have wanted a new puppy, so I think I can take care of him." Casey giggled, she had an easy laugh, she was all giggles, had been for as long as I had known her. I gave an uneasy chuckle, the social worker didn't even look up from her paperwork. I studied her as she sat there shuffling papers and checking boxes. Her hair was frizzy, she had big bags under her eyes, her desk was a mess, this whole office was a madhouse, it didn't exactly inspire confidence in the whole system... But after googling the horror stories of those shrunken that had gone into the Shrunken Adult Foster System, I had decided it was best to pick a friend who was willing to take custody of me.
I shuddered remembering some of the nightmares of shrunken people in the system that had been taken out of homes following neglect and abuse, and those were just those that were prosecuted, it was believed that many, many more went under the radar. The size of shrunkens and the stipend for taking care of them made the system ripe for corruption. The virus had been hell, leaving me only two feet tall, proportionate to my pre-shrunken, tall, male frame. With no family that I trusted well enough to take care of me, I had called and meekly asked an old friend who I hoped would be willing. We weren't as close as we had once been, but we went way back and had once been near as close as siblings. Shame she lived across the country, meaning I would have to move. Rather than spend the money to rehome me in the system, the foster system was more than happy to fly me to its office local to her for the interview process, a process concerningly shallow.
"Yes, I read the shrunken care pamphlet, how hard can it be?" She giggled again. I glanced nervously over at the girl...my life would depend on her. Casey had um....gotten bigger since she had moved away...and not just bigger like everyone had gotten bigger compared to me. She had put on weight, growing curvier and heavier than the bubbly pear-shaped girl I had always known, her big butt would probably tear through the yoga pants I used to sneak peaks of her wearing in school. Brown hair a little lower than her shoulders, bright hazel eyes, fare skin and freckles. "Yup, food, water, a roof over his head, medicine, I understand his rights." Surprisingly poorly defined rights that had been assured to shrunkens, and in return she would receive the proceeds of my possessions to be auctioned off back home and a small monthly stipend. *Stamp, stamp* "Sign here sir...and now you here miss...all done, you are approved, if you have no further questions, I will see you to your car...you do have a car seat, right?" Apparently Casey had missed that in the pamphlet.
The stern woman sighed as she approached me while putting together a cardboard box, turning towards Casey, "Once you're out of here, I won't have the time to micromanage you, but I can't let you leave without your shrunken either in a car seat or otherwise safely secured..." she sounded bored like this was the tenth time this had happened this week, given what the news was saying about the shrinking virus, that was probably true. She set the box down on the chair beside me on its side and nudged me impatiently, "Sir?" Maybe if I wasn't exhausted from the illness and the whirlwind uprooting my life, I wouldn't have just quietly crawled into the box just large enough for me to curl into. I tumbled and looked up at the woman far above as she closed the box, the cardboard flaps hooking together 'for my safety.' Lifted into the air, I had to stare out the tiny air holes to keep from getting sick as the social worker carried my box on her hip through doors and down the hall, the world went by quickly. "Loop the seat belt through here and here," I heard as the box passed into Casey's hands. "Call the hotline if you have any issues, but just be aware we are absolutely overwhelmed so please try to solve problems yourself. Otherwise, just don't kill him and you'll be fine, drive safe."
Heels hurriedly clicking away, a car door opening, movement, and the sounds and fussing of a seatbelt, cursing under her breath as she figured out the set belt loops, and then the box opened, a huge face looming above as Casey leaned in over the small form curled up in a ball, crammed in this cardboard box. "I'm sure you're tired little buddy, come on, I'll get you to your new home." She didn't wait for a response and I was too overwhelmed to give one, she closed the box and a moment later I could feel the car rock to the side as a heavy frame climbed into the driver's seat. I was hers now.
A nauseating car ride with Taylor Swift blasting, Casey singing along offkey, arrival, hoisted into the air and carried through a door, the lock clicking shut. Shoes clunking to the floor, I was set gently on some surface, able to peak out and watch her large form taking off a jacket and hanging it in the nearby closet before coming back for me and finally placing my box on the floor. I heard a chair compress and a sigh from her as she sat, finally home.
