Reham woke with a start and sat up to the sound of keys jingling. She barely had time to remember why she was a shrunken camel and where she was before her master plunked down on the couch beside her grinning.
It all came flooding back and the three foot camel woman nervously pulled the throw blanket up to cover herself and instinctively scuttled away from him.
“Look, camel!” Master laughed, setting a cardboard box down on the coffee table. “You’ve got no reason to be scared, you see, because we’re about to have so much fun, and you’ll be joining in soon enough.”
The camel woman kneeled curiously and followed Master’s finger to the box. She felt the revulsion in her stomach. What had he done all night? What was this?
The master’s hand reached into the box and pulled out a tiny corked bottle which held the shape of a naked human woman within.
Reham’s heart sank as she saw the tiny woman inside moving. Oh my God, she realized, putting her hands over her muzzle in shock.
Master held the bottle close to the camel’s face and within she could see a disheveled and naked blonde woman. She was thin, shapely, and must have been tall and stoic at her normal size. Reham watched the tiny blonde scream and pound the glass bottle helplessly, no taller than one inch in size. The blonde saw the camel face staring back at her, fell to her knees, and began to cry, sobbing in a grimaced expression of agony.
“She knows what I’m going to do to her.” The master explained, setting the bottle down daintily on the coffee table... and removing another.
Reham gulped as master presented another tiny woman for her inspection. This poor soul was a rounded and busty black woman with long raven hair. Reham stared at her sympathetically as the woman sat on the bottom of her prison resigned to whatever fate was in store for her, staring back at the camel. The tiny African raised her hand and put it onto the side of the bottle tenderly, reaching out to the camel and looking away in a sudden rush of emotion.
Master put her with the sobbing blonde and reached in again. This time, he pulled out a bottled man. A tiny, lean, almost feminine man with spiked blonde hair and a soft boyish face. He, line the others, was nude, and very well endowed. He simply stood and stared at Reham in dumbfounded disbelief.
“Oh, little camel girl, we’re going to have so much fun with these three.
“M-Master?” Reham gulped inquisitively, watching as he lined up all three tiny captives on the table.
“You see...” Master laughed. “I decided that since you had been such a success...” He laughed maniacally, “I would have to collect other toys.”
Reham’s face fell and she tried to fight tears. These poor doomed people.
“Yes, they’re going to become helpless little freaks, just like you. Robbed of humanity and turned into a gross parody of what they are.” He leaned in and made Reham shudder. “Just. Like. You.”
“Yes, master. I understand.” She said obediently, careful to remove the tremble from her voice, trying to stay calm.