September 2003

The moon shone brightly over a lonely figure strolling along the desolate city streets. It was a cold December night, and the biting wind did little to diminish the determination etched across Jane’s face. Her eyes darted warily from shadow to shadow as she quickened her pace, the weight of her past pressing heavily on her shoulders.

Jane had always been a bright child, but her world turned upside down when her parents’ volatile marriage erupted into abuse. Their fights were frequent and fierce, with Jane often caught in the crossfire. As the years passed, their toxicity grew, shaping her into a wary and guarded teenager. It was no surprise when she finally ran away at sixteen, leaving behind the trauma of her childhood home.

Life on the streets was harsh. Jane quickly learned to fend for herself, her sharp intellect becoming her most valuable survival tool. She relied on her wit and charm—and sometimes, her beauty—to get by. But the streets were unforgiving, and Jane soon found herself drawn into a seedy underworld of drugs and crime.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she recalled those dark times. It had been a wild ride, filled with danger and excitement—but also loneliness. The high from the drugs never seemed to last, leaving her yearning for more.

Jane had just turned twenty-three when she found herself desperate and at rock bottom. Her latest score had gone sour, leaving her with nothing but a nagging craving that clawed at her stomach. With withdrawal symptoms setting in, she knew she needed a fix—and fast.

She turned the corner towards a grand mansion, its imposing structure seeming to loom over her. The place was alive with the buzz of a party, the laughter and clinking of glasses carried on the chilly breeze. It was the perfect opportunity.

Her eyes narrowed, and she steeled herself for the night’s operation. This score would be the one to set her back on her feet, she thought. A quick in-and-out job and no one would be any wiser.

Unbeknownst to Jane, inside the mansion, Tomas Shrinker was hard at work in his study. The young chemical engineer had spent months developing a revolutionary drug—an antiviral antibiotic with incredible potential. It was the culmination of years of research, and tonight, he intended to test its effects for the first time.

Absorbed in his work, Tomas didn’t hear Jane break into the house through the back door. Her small frame slipped effortlessly through the kitchen and into the hall, her eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced efficiency. She headed straight for the study, her heart pounding with excitement and apprehension.

The door was slightly ajar, and Jane peered inside, spotting Tomas hunched over a desk cluttered with vials and test tubes. With a swift movement, she reached for her knife, the cold metal offering a grim sense of security.

She crept up behind him and swiftly put her knife against his throat.

“I just need a hit. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t have anything for you.”

“Those pills over there. There’s no label on it.”

“Those are experiments under development. We have no idea if they are even safe.”

“How about you try it and we’ll see if it’s safe or not.”. Jane’s addiction was overriding any rationality.

“That’s insane, I’m not doing that.”

Desperate and frustrated, Jane stabbed him in the leg,

“You bitch!!” Tomas screamed.

“Try one now!”

“Fuck you!”

Jane twisted the knife slightly evoking another scream from Tomas. “Ok! Ok!”

Jane withdrew the knife letting him grab a pill. Tomas swallowed it and a calm came over him. A smile of ecstasy came over his face as all feelings of pain subsided.

Jane was convinced enough. She wanted one. She lunged for the pills.

Without a thought, Tomas barked, “NO!” and grabbed her arm.

The room seemed to grow smaller as Tomas loomed over her, his body exuding an aura of authority. Jane’s breath came quicker now, and she felt a strange fluttering in her stomach. Her head pounded, and her stomach churned. The world she felt dizzy. The world seemed to spin and grow around her. She felt like the walls were growing and looming large around her. She thought it was all in her mind, but when the moving stopped and she looked around, she realized everything had gotten large around her. A huge hand, bigger than her whole body was wrapping around her and lifting her off the ground.

“What happened?!”

“I’m not sure,” Tomas admitted. “I think the pill you made me take did something to me.”

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.

“You have to fix me. Put me back,” she snapped.

“Name?”

“Jane. Now fix me”

“Well, Jane, I think you’re going to be my guest for a while.” Tomas swooped her in his hand and carried her screaming down to the basement. He found a large plastic storage box and dumped her in it. “You’re going to be my guest for a while.”

Little did she know that this was the start of a whole new life that resembled nothing of her past.

The following day, Jane lay curled in the bottom of the box, her body a quivering mess. Every inch of her being screamed out for relief from the agonizing withdrawal. Her eyes darted wildly, searching for an escape—any escape—from the torturous confinement.

She heard the creak of the basement door above her and jolted upright. Footsteps echoed on the concrete stairs, growing louder with each step. Jane’s heart pounded in her chest as she anticipated the lid being flung open, exposing her to the gaze of her captor.

Tomas stood before her, his eyes cold and calculating. “Please,” she begged, her voice little more than a croak. “Let me go. I won’t tell anyone—I’ll do anything.”

That sparked some ideas for Tomas. But he had to solve a mystery first. He had to figure out how to control his power to shrink. And how to undo it. He went back to his research and studied all day. At last, he theorized that his powers were activated when he had a peak of adrenaline. It could be fear, it could be excitement, it could be many things. If he was right and he could control it, it would be an amazing superpower. That concept and the possibilities drove new excitement in him. That, by itself, sent adrenaline through his veins. He saw the opportunity and ran downstairs to where Jane was locked up. He concentrated and suddenly he felt himself shrinking. It was working!

“You’ll do anything, huh?” His lips curled into a smirk as he loomed over her shrinking to her size. “You broke into my house, stabbed me with a knife, and forced me to eat an unapproved experimental drug. I have it on my security video. I don’t think the police would be very kind to you. And do you think anyone would believe a story about being shrunken to three inches?”

Jane’s eyes widened in terror, and she scrambled backward, pressing herself against the plastic walls. “Please,” she pleaded again, desperation creeping into her voice. “I’m sorry—truly sorry. Just let me go, and I’ll forget all about this. I won’t say a word.”

Tomas’ smirk widened further, and he leaned down until their faces were only inches apart. “You’re in no position to negotiate, Jane,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “But I’m feeling generous today. If you give me what I want, I might just let you go.”

Hope and fear crept into Jane’s heart. “What do you want?”

“My cock, then,” he growled, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her to her knees. With expert precision, he undid his pants and freed his member. It bobbed before her face, thick and veiny—while the thought may repulse most people, Jane has been on the streets for a few years. She has used her body more than once to get what she wanted. She’s blown a lot worse. And looking at this cock, it was frankly better than most of the cocks she’d been forced to experience.

With a smirk, Tomas reached down, yanking her shirt off roughly and exposing her 34Cs. Jane’s nipples hardened instantly beneath his rough touch, and a shiver wracked her body.

“Suck me off,” he growled, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head close to his groin.

Jane gagged as his thick shaft thrust into her mouth. The head of his cock probed the back of her throat, and she struggled to breathe as he held her in place. Saliva dribbled down her chin, wetting her shirt as she fought to adjust to the intrusion.

Tomas groaned, his hips bucking rhythmically as he face-fucked her. He fisted his hands in her hair, using them as handles to control the pace. With a growl, he thrust deeper, forcing Jane’s head further down until she could feel his pubic bone grinding against the back of her throat.

Tears streamed down Jane’s face as she gagged and choked, her eyes pleading for mercy. But Tomas showed none, instead increasing the pressure on her hair, keeping her in place as he continued to pump his member in and out of her mouth.

Finally, with a final thrust, he held her head still, pressing his hips forward until his tip rested firmly against the back of her throat. Jane’s eyes bulged as she struggled for air, her face turning red.

At last, Tomas released her, allowing her to pull back and gasp desperately for breath. He stroked himself a few more times, milking every drop of pre-cum from his tip before positioning himself back at the opening of Jane’s mouth.

She opened wide, and he rewarded her with a deluge of hot cum that exploded down her throat. Some of it missed its target, dripping onto her chest and stomach. As the last jets sputtered from his shaft, Tomas pulled away, leaving Jane panting and spent. As the last drops dribbled from her lips, Jane felt a strange sensation—a tingling warmth that spread through her veins like a wave of magic. The raw edges of her withdrawal softened, and she sighed contentedly. Her energy returned as the warmth reached her extremities.

“That was ... amazing,” she rasped, looking up at Tomas with newfound hope.

He smirked, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re right; that does feel incredible. Now, you’re going to let me fuck you—every which way I please. And when I’m done, we’ll see about letting you go.” Minutes ago, that would have pissed and panicked Jane. But now she craved more of his cum as much as she had previously craved a snort.

Over the next few weeks, Jane learned to also crave Tomas’ touch—the weight of his body pressing down on hers, the feel of his skin against hers. He visited her daily, and with each encounter, she felt more alive than ever before. He took her roughly and without preamble, his lust insatiable. Time and again, he thrust deep within her, filling every hole with his hardness.

Jane soon found herself begging for his touch, desperate for the release that came with his seminal fluid. There was something about it—an otherworldly sensation that left her sated and yearning for more. It chased away the ghosts of her addiction, soothing her restlessness.

She learned to anticipate his visits, her body growing hot at the sound of his footsteps. She craved the feel of his hands on her body, exploring every inch of her skin. He seemed to take pleasure in pushing her limits, stretching her holes beyond what she thought possible. The day he brought ropes was a transformative day. He bound her hands and legs rendering her helpless as he took her body for his own. Jane was unable to move as he began a relentless assault on her senses.

He started with her pussy, thrusting deeply into her wet heat. The feel of his thick shaft stretching her walls sent shivers down her spine, and she writhed beneath him, moaning incoherently. As Tomas pistoned in and out, the toy Barbie bed he gave her creaked in time with their movements, the rhythmic squelching filling the room.

He pounded her hole while he fingered her clit. He edged her for over an hour. He had always fantasized about tormenting a woman prolonged on the edge of an orgasm. Jane came undone, crying out for release until his fingers tired and he relented. Waves of pleasure crashed over her. But as her orgasm faded, she realized he’d disengaged without coming—and a new sensation began to grow within her. It started as a dull ache and soon morphed into desperate need. She needed his cum.

She’d never felt anything like it—a craving so profound it took her breath away. Her eyes pleaded with him, the silence between them heavy with anticipation.

Tomas smirked, enjoying the power he held over her. He withdrew from her sopping cunt and moved upwards, positioning his cock at her asshole. The tight ring of muscle resisted his entry, but he persisted, stretching her slowly until he was buried to the hilt.

Jane’s eyes rolled back in her head as she took him deep within her backside, moaning and grunting with each hard thrust. He reached forward and pinched her nipples roughly, causing her to buck against him.

When Tomas eventually pulled away from her anus, still fully hard, Jane thought she’d go mad with frustration. She bucked and twisted in her bonds, desperate for his spunk—for the release that only he could provide.

Unsatisfied, Tomas moved upwards, his shaft glistening with her fluids. He positioned himself at her mouth and thrust forward, filling her oral cavity until she gagged.

He held her head in place, forcing her to take him deeply as he pumped his hips. His balls swung against her chin, the sensation almost too much to bear.

Jane’s desperation grew with each passing moment—the need for his cum consumed her. She didn’t care that her mouth was sucking on something that was just in her ass. She begged and pleaded, her words muffled by the thick shaft in her mouth.

But Tomas remained resolute, withdrawing from her mouth and stroking himself instead. He gazed down at Jane, reveling in her helplessness as strands of drool dangled from her lips. With a smug smile, he jerked his cock until it erupted, coating her chest with thick jets of semen.

Jane’s eyes widened as she watched him finish—his cum splattering across her skin like warm paint. The sight sent a shockwave through her body, intensifying her craving tenfold. She writhed against her bonds, desperate to lick up every last drop.

But Tomas had other ideas. He produced a cloth and roughly wiped the sperm from her body, relishing the way she squirmed beneath his touch.