Genre: originals

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This work is my own. The characters are my own. Do not repost this story beyond the limits of the Fair Use standards of Copyright Law (quotes, examples, "you gotta read this" excerpts, the usual). The author is not making any kind of profit from this fanfic. I tend to work with size-themed fiction, which includes overwhelming control issues and outrageous differences in scale. Such disparate sizes between partners are not for everyone, so be warned.

The station manager shook Bob's hand and held the studio door for him. "We really appreciate this," he repeated as Bob walked ahead. The studio had one table/bench in the center, shaped like a 'T'. Two pairs of seats faced each other across the vertical part, the engineer's console crossed the top of the 'T'. The woman seated there nodded as Bob came in, the two male hosts stood up to shake his hand. After the welcomes, they invited him to sit. He made a joke about all the fun buttons being on their side, while privately noting that his seat was the closest to the door. A brief discussion of the show was all they had time for during the public announcement. The manager made sure everyone was ready, then returned to his office to listen to the show.

ANDY: Hi, folks, you're back on KEYE Radio, with Andy and Sandy. And as promised, we have a very unique guest today.

SANDY: Yes, we do, Andy. Our regulars may remember Sex Site week last month, where we considered and discussed a different 'alternative' sex fetish on the air each day, and invited our listeners to interact with such people on the various forums they organize.

ANDY: And boy, did you. We're still getting feedback on the feedback. You can check out links to the boards and forums our people have infiltrated on the KEYE.com website. Just click on the banner that says 'You're into WHAT?' (sound effect of a crowd gasping)

SANDY: Anyway, today a regular of one of those forums is here with us for an on-air interview. He's the only person to respond to our invitation so far, so let's give an EYE welcome to...Bob.

ANDY: Hi, Bob, welcome to the show.

BOB: Hi, Andy. Hi, Sandy.

SANDY: Bob, is 'Bob' your real name?

BOB: No, of course not. You guys encourage your audience to tease those you target as 'different.' I'm not going to give you more ammunition than I have to.

ANDY: Then why come on the show at all, Bob?

BOB: For the chance to get my side across, to answer the teasers, to show that we're not anywhere near as creepy or odd as you make us out to be.

ANDY: Fair enough, Bob. Well, let's get started. We contacted you on the Shrinking Woman Forum, is that right?

BOB: Yes.

ANDY: So, you like, I mean like-like, shrunken women, or at least the idea of a shrunken woman, as a sexual partner?

BOB: Yes.

ANDY: So I have to ask, why?

BOB: Andy, I'm guessing that between legs, ass, and breasts, you're a boob man.

ANDY: Yeah, how'd you know?

BOB: All radio talk hosts are. There're more funny euphemisms to talk about on the air: bodacious tatas, gazongas, fun bags... Anyway, why do you like boobs more than butts?

ANDY: I, uh, I dunno. I just find them more attractive.

BOB: Well, I find SWs attractive.

SANDY: Did you have a dominant mother?

BOB: Not especially.

SANDY: Do you play with Barbie dolls?

BOB: Barbie's a toy, Sandy. When the subject of sexual interest comes up, do you normally think of cold vinyl? Do your dates come with patch kits?

SANDY: WHA'?! Well, I...

ANDY: Whoa! (slide whistle sound effect) We've had our first 'blink' on the EYE this morning. And it wasn't our guest! Ha!

SANDY: Smart (bleep)er.

ANDY: Yeah, so, do you ever imagine shrunken men?

BOB: I know some gay men that have shrunken partner fantasies, but I don't.

SANDY: Do you know if they play with GI Joe?

BOB: Aha! That's your problem.

SANDY: Oh, what's that?

BOB: When you think of sex, you think of 11 inches of hard plastic.

ANDY: MAN! (slide whistle sound effect) Again! Okay, let's go to the phones. First up, we have 'Garvin' on the Southside.

GARVIN: So, Bob, you realize you're a pervert?

BOB: I don't really think so, Garvin. My interests are different than the mainstream, but-

GARVIN: Well, your fantasy isn't normal. It can never come true, can it?

BOB: Garvin, do you read Playboy?

GARVIN: Yeah.

BOB: Do you fantasize about the centerfold?

GARVIN: No!

BOB: Really? No fantasies, no conversations with coworkers about what you'd like to do with those headlights?

GARVIN: No.

BOB: Okay, I'm going to ask my hosts if they believe you.

SANDY: NOPE!

ANDY: Uh-uh. Just admit to being a Real Man, Garvin.

GARVIN: Uh, maybe a little. A daydream, you know.

BOB: Every month, 10 million men and women open Playboy and have fantasies about the centerfold. Would you agree to that?

GARVIN: I'm not sure what the circulation numbers are...

BOB: Well, would you accept 10 million readers as a round figure, for the purpose of discussion?

GARVIN: Okay.

BOB: Okay, so you think your fantasy is any more likely to come true than mine?

GARVIN: Well, it COULD.

BOB: Yeah. She's going to sleep with one fan, and your 1 chance in 10 million is significantly better than my chance of 0 in 10 million of MY fantasy coming true.

SANDY: Woohoo! (whistle) Another Blink! Okay, we're going to go to a Wonder Wanda for Traffic.

(sound of 'It's a Small World After All' playing, fades)

SANDY: AND we're back. You're listening to WEYE's morning madness. We have 'Bob', an admitted size fetishist, on the show. Next caller, you're on the EYE.

SUSAN: Hi, Andy & Sandy. This is Susan.

ANDY: Hi, Susan, how are you this morning?

SUSAN: I'm fine, I just want to ask the visitor a question.

SANDY: He can hear you, Susan, go ahead.

SUSAN: Oh. Well, I want to know, if he's not gay, why he's involved in an all-male fetish?

BOB: I'm not. My fantasies are about male and female relationships, but where one is far smaller than the other, more than humanly possible. It's not all male.

SUSAN: Oh, I'm sure it must be. What woman would subject herself, or even imagine subjecting herself, to being that much in a man's control? What would SHE get out of YOUR fetish?

BOB: Susan, do you know anyone who's had a boob job?

SUSAN: Yes.

BOB: Were they all lesbians?

SUSAN: No!

BOB: So, and I'm not trying to say this is the only reason a woman would be attracted to a shrinking woman fantasy, but your analysis is off. So, these women, who do not actually have an interest in big breasts, do it because of the men, right?

SUSAN: Well...yeah, I guess.

BOB: So, at the very least, they enjoy the attention they get from a man by catering to the man's fantasy?

SUSAN: Yes, but that's normal attention. Not weirdo stuff.

BOB: Susan, have you ever heard of a married couple acting out a rape fantasy?...... Susan?

SANDY: Susan, are you there?

SUSAN: There's nothing wrong with ACTING out the fantasy. It's ACTING.

BOB: Exactly, Susan. And sometimes women enjoy fantasizing about being the victim of rape, right? Purely hypothetically, of course. And if women can get excited about being handcuffed to bed, is it such a stretch that others could enjoy the idea of being kept in a birdcage?

ANDY: I think Susan's gone.

SANDY: I think I know more about Susan's weekend than I wanted to.

ANDY: I think that qualifies as a wink?

SANDY: I think we must indeed (whistle) count that as a wink.

ANDY: I gotta say, Bob, you're making a good case for the idea that y'all aren't so far from normal.

SANDY: No, he isn't. They're weird. Weird is weird.

ANDY: Okay, we'll get back to that later. Let's take a third caller. Hello, John from 'out by the airport, I guess,' you're on the air!

JOHN: Hey, about what that first guy said. You are a pervert. Your interests don't contribute to the survival of the species.

BOB: What's your favorite team, John?

JOHN: The Bears.

BOB: Ever watch their games?

JOHN: I watch EVERY Bears game.

BOB: Ever go to the stadium?

JOHN: I'm a season ticket holder.

BOB: Oh, wow. So, you're a virgin?

JOHN: What? (bleep) you. I'm with women all the (bleep) time.

BOB: Oh. Have sex with any of them?

JOHN: Sure as (BLEEP), I do.

BOB: So, you have an interest that takes up some amount of your time, but doesn't interfere with your ability to meet women? And I hope you use protection, but if it was your choice, you have had the opportunity to procreate? Despite having an interest in something that doesn't really contribute to the survival of the species?

JOHN: Uh, yeah.

BOB: Well, me too. I have a wife and two children. And I bowl. Golf. Take the kids to Scouting. And I spend time online at a Shrinking Woman site.

JOHN: Why you –

ANDY: Oh, I'm sorry. I went to hit the bleep button and I hung up on him. Sorry. Technical difficulties. Can't be helped.

SANDY: Let's go to commercial for a minute or two.

SANDY: Well, it's time to introduce another studio guest. Welcome back, Elsa.

ELSA: Hello.

ANDY: Bob, Elsa's a dominatrix we've had on the show a few times. Could you do us a favor and describe her to the listeners?

BOB: Okay. She's a blonde. Platinum blonde, long straight hair. She stands about 6 foot 5 if I'm any judge, and that's in 7 or 8 inch heels. Her legs are long, and show off well against her short black skirt. Her blouse does a wonderful job highlighting her bountiful womanly endowments, and her... Yes, she's turning around. Oh, my, a behind you could line up two shot glasses on and not spill a drop.

SANDY: What do you think of Elsa, Bob?

BOB: She's beautiful.

ANDY: Are you scared of her?

BOB: Why would I be?

SANDY: Well...you...small women...she's not...Oh, kiss him, Elsa.

BOB: Mmmmmm. Oh, she's a good kisser.

ANDY: Are you feeling okay, Bob?

BOB: I feel fine. Oh, was I supposed to freak? You think a fetish for small women means a phobia about tall women? You guys make a lot of assumptions. I like small women TOO, not ONLY.

SANDY: Okay. But we're going to have Elsa-

BOB: Elsa, are you a professional dominatrix?

ELSA: Yes.

BOB: Do you acknowledge safety words?

ELSA: When I give men permission to use safety words, I do.

BOB: Okay. "Safety Word."

SANDY: What?

BOB: I don't wish to play. 

ANDY: You can't do that.

BOB: I just did. 

SANDY: Are you wimping out?

BOB: No, I just refuse to perform on radio. I just don't want to waste air time on this. I'm not going to have an anxiety attack because a tall woman is standing next to me, which is what you expected, right? So, why waste time? Elsa, you still get charged for the whole hour. (door slams)

ANDY: Dammit.

SANDY: Okay, I've been thinking about it for an hour, and I have to say that this guy, Bob, and all his friends online, are gay.

ANDY: Oh, here we go.

BOB: What do you mean gay? I just kissed Elsa. I got hard.

SANDY: What I mean by 'gay' is that it's a jargon term. It means anyone who can't handle a real relationship with a real woman, so they invent excuses, they come up with these perversions that hide the fact they just can't handle women.

BOB: I can handle a so-called 'normal' woman. I just like tiny women, too.

SANDY: Bull(bleep). Fags can't handle women, so they hang out together and pretend they really like it. You guys can't handle the thought of a woman unless she's small enough you can be sure you'd win a fight with her.

BOB: And what about the women on the board?

SANDY: Get REAL! They're all guys, pretending, just like in the lesbian chat rooms. They're even in more denial than you are.

ANDY: (whistle) Yeah, that's finally a blink for the home team!

BOB: What? You call his being a blind bigot with sex issues a blink against me?

ANDY: I gotta call them as I see them.

SANDY: Oh, what's this?

ANDY: Is that supposed to be a shrink ray?

BOB: What are you talking about?

SANDY: Ladies and gentlemen, our guest has pulled out a ray gun- 

ANDY: A pistol.

SANDY: Yeah, a hand-held ray gun, presumably a shrink ray, and is pointing it at us.

BOB: Guys, if you're going to role-play, you need to tell me beforehand. (BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!)

(Rustling sounds, microphones rubbed against cloth, collisions)

BOB: Now, what?

SANDY (tiny, high-pitched voice): Help!

ANDY (tiny, high-pitched voice): He shrank us!

BOB: You're kidding, right? I'm here to talk about shrinking WOMEN. If I were going to do anything, I'd have done it when Elsa was here. But that's a cool effect on your voices. Tiny.

SANDY (tiny, high-pitched voice): Someone! Call the cops!

BOB: Okay, I'll go along, I guess. Let's see. I guess I'd shrink the engineer, too. Not that I have anything against her, but I can't have her calling security before I get out of here, right? Okay, darling….. hey, you're kind of cute, all naked like that. But you guys… ugh. Ladies and gentlemen, if you're still on the roads, and you see the billboards for the Sandy Andy Morning Madness, please do NOT try to imagine these guys naked. Okay, I'll make a deal with you, darling. Show me how to operate your panel, and I won't take you home as a souvenir when I leave. What do I push?

(Wonder Wanda does Traffic)

tinySANDY: Help! Someone!

tinyANDY: Help! He's put us in a wastebasket! And put a microphone down by us!

BOB: Yeah, that makes sense. I'm committing what could be counted as an assault, and I want to make sure everyone hears you. You never played much D&D, did you? Your role-play has to make sense. Okay, I have three socks I've taken up off the floor. (snipping sounds) and am cutting holes in them for necks and arms. There's one for the engineer, now she's dressed, and one each for the talk hosts. Now I don't have to look at their tally whackers. Okay, if we're going to role-play, let's role-play. What am I going to do with you now?

tinyANDY: Let us go?

tinySANDY: Make us normal, THEN let us go?

BOB: You were never normal, guys. You're on AM radio. No, you've seen the site. What's a good fantasy for shrunken people?

tinyANDY: I….. I don't know.

BOB: Sure you do. But be glad I'm not into vore. Or crush. But I am into irony.

tinySANDY: What does that mean?

BOB: Well, I have a friend in town that's into being a giantess. She's into shrunken men. You never asked if I hung out on giantess forums.

tinyANDY: You're going to give us to a giantess?

BOB: I'm going to give YOU to a giantess. Who knows, you may learn to like it. See a side of yourself that you never knew about because 99.99% of your body mass was in the way.

tinySANDY: What about me?

BOB: Well, I have another friend in town, Sandy.

Remember what I said about men who are into shrunken men fantasies? How's your kung fu grip?

TinySandy: NOOOO!

The sound cut off, followed by the sound of a microphone bumping against something.

Bob: Okay, I'm going to pick up my three victims here, and shoot the room with the shrink ray a few times. It'll permanently reduce any organic matter to a tenth of a tenth of a tenth of its normal size. Good luck to the CSI types looking for DNA evidence. And I've wiped all fingerprints except on Elsa's shoulder. The engineer will grow back to her standard size in about half an hour. I'm going to leave her on the end of the table; by the time she makes it to the microphone, I'll be well out of here.

After a brief interruption for a Dunkin' Donuts commercial, the show resumed.

The manager was quite pleased with the show that morning. He'd never been entirely comfortable with the plans for using Elsa, but the guest had stood up on his own, and all of them had worked well together to ad-lib something when that segment fell through. After the commercial, there was a forbidding silence from the speaker. He smiled as he realized how "into" the role everyone was getting. Then the silence went on too long - far too long. Just as he started to stand up, a tiny, tinny voice came across. It was the engineer, Pearl, who never spoke on the microphone. She was saying, "It's real! It's for real! Help!"

He started to run for the studio, then turned to run to the lobby. The security guard's uniform was sprawled across the floor, and a tiny little man looked up from a sleeve. Outside, a car was just visible, rounding the corner towards the freeway on-ramp.