When I reached my apartment I excitedly went inside and sat down at my kitchen table. I removed the tiny glass bottle from my pocket and set it down, taking off my hoodie and yawning. This had turned out to be a good day!
I stared down at my captive and saw her sitting in the middle of the jar sobbing uncontrollably. I reached down, popped the cork, and watched her stare up in fresh terror. I upended the bottle, dumped out the bug sized woman, and watched as she sat up from unceremoniously being dumped from a jar. She reached a crawling position and broke down to continue sobbing.
I couldn't have cared less. This tiny bug was now my toy to do with as I pleased.
"I wish for you to grow to twelve inches tall." I grinned, excitedly watching as the bug seemed to begin swelling all at once. She fell backward and I heard her gasp and grunt as she grew forward in size, until I was staring down at a doll sized arab girl lying on my kitchen table in front of me.
She panted breathlessly and whimpered. I could see her eyes bloodshot and her cheeks flushed from constant tears. She looked terrible, dishelved, head scarf loose. She simply laid there, helpless, and stared up at me in blushing terror.
"P-Please..." She said hoarsely, voice still tiny but now audible. "Please, demon, don't hurt me."
"Demon?" I laughed. "No, I'm just a guy. Although 'master' might be more appropriate."
She visibly gulped, and slowly nodded, understanding. "Y-Yes, master." I saw her trembling nervously. "What will you do with me?"
"Whatever I want." I grinned wider. "You now exist solely for my entertainment. Understand?"
This visibly chilled the girl and she choked back fresh tears. "Yes, master." She said firmly, nodding quickly. "I understand."
"There's a good toy." I whispered, putting my hands on either side of her. She eyed them nervously and began trembling harder, holding her arms against herself protectively as she stared up at me, waiting.
"Let's see..." I chuckled. "Since I'm sure you realize how helpless you are, and how stupid it would be to resist me at your current very fragile size, why don't you tell me your name?"
She paled further, her soft brown turning almost ashen, and she laid there trembling. "I am Reham." She said obediently.
"Well, Reham." I whispered pointedly. "As I said, you are now my personal property. Your old life is over. Do you understand?"
She closed her eyes in agony, winced, and opened them again. "Y-Yes, master."
"You don't do anything, anything at all, until I tell you. And you serve my every whim." I grinned evilly.
"Yes, master." She whispered softly. "As it pleases you, master. I look forward to serving your desires."
"You've done this before." I laughed. "Haven't you?"
"Yes, master." She said simply. I could almost see her remembering a distant country. Perhaps she had fled. Males overpowering her, she was naturally submissive. She knew this routine well. How interesting!
"Good. Let's start with this. I want you to sit up."
She said nothing, the doll woman getting to her knees and sitting on her calves. She held her arms around herself, trying not to shake, and held her head down, eyes closed, waiting for her next order.
"Good." I commended her. I reached forward and picked her up in my hand. She registered a gasp of shock and then went limp in my powerful grasp, her arms held at her sides. Locked in my fingers, I turned her slowly. I could feel the squish of her breasts under my thumb. Her soft curves. She was shaking, trembling, absolutely terrified. Her jaw fell slack and she stared at me in shock.
"Yeah..." I grinned. "Look how small you are. How helpless. Remember how pathetic and tiny you were just a few minutes ago. Remember at any time I could dwindle you into nothingness. Blackness. Oblivion."
"No!" She blurted, gasping. "Please! I'll be a good toy for you, master! I will be loyal!"
"I'll need you to prove it." I grinned. She gulped but nodded.
I set Reham down on the table gently and she stared up at me, arms folding around her sides and back. "What... is it that you wish me to do, master? Please let me prove my loyalty."
"You know, I'm not sure I believe this act." I snorted and slammed my finger down on her back, making her cry out and squirm as I pinned her to the table.
"No, master!" She said through difficult breathing. "Please! Don't harm me before I am able to please you! Please, give me a chance! Please!"
"You're not just saying that?" I leaned in, staring mavolently.
"No!" She gasped, as I pressed down harder and air escaped her lungs. "Please, master! What choice do I have??" She gasped for air and her eyes widened. "No! I can't breathe!"
I let up my crushing finger and heard her suck in air, gasping desperately. She coughed twice and laid perfectly still on her stomach, stretched out, waiting. She stared up at me, starting to tear up again.