Polyphylon Girls (Complete)

[Mandrake]

This is my ongoing sequel to "The Magic Body Stocking"

The Polyphylon Girls

Chapter 1 ? Cheerleaders and Skaters

Something didn?t feel right. The college cheerleaders sat at the bench feeling quite tired and didn?t really seem up for a practice. The girls sat on the bleachers gently caressing their black pantyhose and didn?t seem to want to do anything else. Niesa nervously adjusted her clothing and re-tied her sneakers before heading out onto the field. She watched as the other girls dragged themselves off the bleachers and lined up in front of her.

?Okay girls, I know the new uniforms feel a little weird right now, but you?ll get used to them. Besides, these tights are incredible,? the pretty Japanese cheerleader said rubbing her own legs. The other girls nodded in agreement and continued to caress their legs. It was the sheerest material they had ever worn, possibly under 1 denier, yet so incredibly strong. And despite its sheerness, there were no imperfections or creases, just smooth and black.

?Alright girls, enough, time to warm up? Niesa said, forcing herself to stop. She felt the need to tie her shoes again, but resisted the urge. She noticed a few of the other girls were about to retie their own sneakers before she blew her whistle to get them to begin their jog.

Reluctantly, the girls all began jogging around the field. Niesa noticed they were moving quite sluggishly. She also noticed that their shoes seemed a little too big on them, as she noticed the pinkish color of the nylon over their heels show as they slipped slightly out of their sneakers with each step. As Niesa ran with them, she felt her own heels slip slightly out of her sneakers. Lisa, the smallest of the girls, actually stepped completely out of her sneaker at one point and fell over giggling when her tiny stocking foot touched the grass.

Frustrated, Niesa blew the whistle again. ?Alright girls come back. And put your shoe back on Lisa, you?re giving the foot fetishists a free show.? Lisa, whose feet always felt too small for her sneakers, finally had the embarrassing slip up she had been dreading since she joined the squad. She bashfully slipped her sneaker back on without needing to untie it. They seemed tied as tightly as she could tie them, but still felt very loose. She shuffled back into line with the rest of the girls much more cautiously this time.

?Well,? Niesa said, ?it looks like we?ll have to get new sneakers as well. These nylons are very slippery. I underestimated how loose they would make our sneakers. Tomorrow, be sure to wear them with socks, I know it?s not part of our uniform, but it will help keep our shoes secure until we get better fitting sizes.? The girls stared at their shoes and wiggled their toes a bit in disbelief.

?Well, since you girls clearly aren?t in the mood for jogging; let?s practice that cheer I taught you last week. The girls began quite clumsily. Vanessa seemed to struggle to keep her skirt as she made her first jump. Lisa nearly jumped out of her sneakers again. During the synchronized left kick, as if pre-planned, all of their sneakers flew off their slippery stocking feet. Niesa looked in amazement at her own unshod foot hanging in the air, and then at the rest of the girls? feet. All seven sneakers flew high into the air and landed on the other side of the fence into the street. For a moment they kept their stocking feet off the ground and stared at each other in disbelief. Then burst out laughing at the absurdity of what had happened. When they put their ticklish stocking feet on the grass, they giggled even more uncontrollably. Vanessa?s skirt finally gave way and slipped down to her knees, exposing her stocking covered womanhood. But she was too caught up in her laughter care. Soon all of the girls were practically giggling out of their clothes as they fell to the ground in ticklish ecstasy.

*****

Meanwhile, just outside the football field where the cheerleaders were giggling, a few skaters were practicing their skills on the bleachers. Sarah Gelman, the only girl of the group, could have been one of the cheerleaders, but always felt more comfortable hanging out with the boys. She was definitely cute, but was always short for her age, and even now that she was in college, she was only 5 foot even. But she was a talented skateboarder, and her piercings and dark makeup gave her an air of someone one didn?t want to mess with. She always dressed in dark jeans, bulky vans sneakers, a tight heavy metal black t-shirt and her hair in a pony tail.

Today she was feeling a little more vulnerable than usual though and couldn?t put her finger on why. She was about to jump off the bleachers with her skateboard, a move she had pulled off flawlessly several times, when she felt her van sneaker slip off her heel. ?Oh shit!? She tripped and tumbled off the bleachers losing both of her shoes in the process. Her vans always fit loose on her little feet but they never felt this loose, and she had never lost a shoe while skating ? never mind both shoes.

?Woah, that was sick, are you okay Sarah?? asked her boyfriend Eddie who was quite concerned. But when he saw that she had no cuts or bruises his tune changed pretty quick.

?Haha! You?re damn lucky you got out of that unscathed,? laughed Eddie as he helped her up. ?That was pretty sexy. Since when do you where stockings?? he asked as he pointed at her tiny stocking toes sticking out from under her jeans. She had beautiful little feet, her nails were painted dark red and showing through her sheer black nylons.

?Oh, haha, forgot I had them on,? she said blushing, clearly embarrassed and desperately trying to find her shoes as quickly as possible. The grass was also tickling her feet terribly. This was strange because her feet were never really that ticklish before. She needed to get her shoes back on fast. ?I stole them from the cheerleading locker room,? she said evasively as she tried to slip her right foot back into her one of her shoes. Eddie could tell she was hiding something, and she was clearly embarrassed about more than losing her shoes in the fall.

?Wait a minute, not so fast,? Eddie said trying to grab her foot, ?these nylons are too sexy, I have to tickle you in them first.?

?Noooo!? Sarah protested in shock and fear as she tried to run away, but she bumped into Jon, Eddie?s best friend, who grabbed her arms. Jon, being 6?2 and much stronger then tiny Sarah easily restrained her. She kicked and tried to break away; kicking the shoe she had recently recovered back off her foot. To Sarah?s horror, Eddie had grabbed her feet and began tickling her.

?Hahahahahaha! Stop! Please! Eddie! I?m hahahaha gonna kkilll hahaha youuu hahahaha!? Sarah couldn?t believe how ticklish she was. It was like nothing she had felt before.

?I didn?t know you were into wearing such girly clothes. And here I thought you were such a tomboy. And these are such high quality nylons, I?ve never seen anything like it. Are they stockings or pantyhose? Maybe I should take off your pants and find out.?

?No! ahahaha! P-Please don?t st-trip me! Phahhahaha!? The thought of Eddie and John stripping Sarah of her pants and caressing her pantyhose legs horrified her. But it also made her incredibly horny because she knew it would feel amazing.

But as much as Eddie wanted to strip his beautiful little girlfriend down right there, he knew she would never forgive him, nevertheless he decided to interrogate her a bit. ?Okay, ticklish, but you have to tell me the truth then,?

?hahaheheahea! Okay, haeaha! Anything, I?ll tell you anything! Tahaha! Just ssstopppp!? Sarah was actually beginning to get wet from the tickling, she was actually getting turned on by it. This both frightened and stimulated her. It had to stop.

?Okay, what are these? Pantyhose? Stockings?? Eddie eased up on the tickling a bit to let her talk.

?Pppantyhose!? She said still giggling but glad he was letting up a bit. She didn?t know how much more she could take.

?Why are you wearing pantyhose all of a sudden??

?I t-tried out f-f-for the ch-cheerleading squad t-t-today! I d-d-didn?t want an-nyone t-to know! It-t was p-part of the u-uniform!? Sarah was still giggling from the light tickling and stuttering with soft laughter.

?Cheerleading squad!?? Eddie asked surprised. He stopped tickling her but held her ankles. Sarah nearly passed out in their arms exhausted. ?You a cheerleader? I never would have believed it. So what happened? Did you make the team??

?I didn?t even show up. I felt so stupid in that little skirt. It?s just not me. I?m a skater like you,? she said now calmed down a bit, but still trying to catch her breath.

?So what made you want to join in the first place??

?I don?t know. I guess it was something my mother said. If I want to grow up I have to stop being a tomboy and start acting like a lady. I never should have listened to her. Now can you bullies let me go?? Sarah finally began to cool down and was hoping they would let her go so she could get her shoes back on and protect her ticklish body.

?I don?t think I?m done punishing you for lying to me before,? Eddie said with an evil smile. He continued tickling her feet while John tickled under her armpits as he restrained her. Sarah screamed and begged for them stop.

As if in answer to her prayers Dean, another skater in their crew, came running towards them from the football field. ?You guys have GOT to see this!?

?What Dean?? asked Jon.

?The cheerleaders! They?re half naked rolling around in the grass having orgasms. It?s the hottest thing I?ve ever seen.?

As if on queue, Eddie and Jon immediately stopped tickling Sarah, dropped her on the grass and ran towards the football field. Sarah was left stunned. ?Why do I hang out with these guys?? she sighed with relief as she tried to find her shoes.

******

Dean was telling the truth. The cheerleaders were rolling on the grass with their skirts and shoes off moaning in pleasure. The only thing they were wearing were their shirts (and some of the girls had those off as well) and their incredibly sheer black pantyhose.

?How did this happen?? Asked Jon enthralled at the sight before him.

?I?m not really sure, but it looked like they were having trouble keeping their sneakers on at first while they were practicing because of their tights or something. And eventually they all lost their shoes. It was pretty cool watching them all kick their shoes into the street. Next thing you know they?re giggling like schoolgirls ? like they?re being tickled ? maybe it was the grass tickling their feet, or maybe the whole situation was funny ? probably a combination of the two. But before you knew it they are rolling on the grass laughing their asses off. Skirts were falling down, and they were rubbing their clits on the ground getting off on it, you know? Some were taking their shirts off playing with their breasts. They?re horny as fuck for some reason. I?ve never seen anything like it.?

?Damn, and look there?s Christy Ableton, so hot. Maybe she?ll have sex with me now,? said Jon as he walked towards her. ?Jesus guys, these girls aren?t even wearing panties!? He shouted happily to his buddies as he walked towards the cheerleaders.

?Hey Christy,? said Jon as he stood over a moaning and rolling blonde 20 year old knockout who was wearing only her pantyhose. ?Want a massage or something??

Christy kicked him away with her soft stocking foot. ?No leave me alone,? she said dismissively in between moans. But Jon was always a quick one, and caught her foot before she was able to pull it away.

?Damn you?re still a bitch even when you?re horny, always wanted to tickle you though,? Jon said as he started tickling her toes. Christy burst into uncontrollable laugher.

?Hahahaahahahahahaha! You bastard! Pfahahahaeoahahhkahihkahaha!? Christy laughed uncontrollably. She was always ticklish on her feet, but with these pantyhose she was off the charts, and Jon knew just where to tickle her. She nearly fainted with laughter.

?Maybe now you?ll think twice before rejecting me,? Jon laughed as he continued torturing her.

?Let?s join in!? Shouted Dean as he ran towards Niesa, who was desperately trying to compose herself and get the girls rallied up again, but was enjoying the pleasures of her pantyhose against the grass too much. Eddie was about to follow but stopped when he saw Sarah walking slowly up to him from behind. He really liked Sarah, and didn?t want to mess anything up between them. So he decided to stay back and watch his friends have all the fun.

?What are they doing?? Sarah asked.

?Damned if I know,? said Eddie. But it was pretty clear that Jon was tickle torturing Christy and Eddie was unsuccessfully trying to put the moves on Niesa who was also kicking him away. Soon he started tickling her as well.

?Eddie these pantyhose feel sooo good ? especially with these hot girls in them! You?re missing out!? shouted Dean.

Sarah couldn?t help but be aroused by the sight. As she was wearing the same pantyhose, she was aware of the feelings of grass and fingers brushing up against the fabric on her legs and feet. She wiggled her toes a bit, now in the safety of her sneakers ? sneakers that felt quite loose and could slip off easily. She lifted up her foot and felt the sneaker slip down off her heel a bit. The feeling that her shoe was about to drop off made her nervous, excited and horny at the same time. Why didn?t she change out of these pantyhose after she left the team? She must have noticed when she put her sneakers on that they were way too loose. Why didn?t she wear her socks?

Her thoughts were interrupted when her shoe slipped off her heel and dangled off of her toes. Eddie was watching her foot longingly, wondering if she was going to let the shoe drop. Sarah suddenly got very nervous and blushed. She put her foot down and slid her heel back into her shoe. ?I think I better go home and change,? she said blushing shyly. ?This is too weird for me.?

?Ok ticklish, let me walk you to the train,? said Eddie. He knew that underneath her tough exterior she was a very shy and vulnerable girl. Despite being a beautiful 19 year old rebellious girl, she was a late bloomer and still a virgin. She lived off campus unlike most of her friends and commuted to school. Eddie couldn?t help but think that staying with her parents was not the best thing for Sarah, and always felt that she should really move on campus to get the full college experience. Unfortunately she didn?t come from a very wealthy family and she lived rather close so it was not a feasible option for her.

So while Jon and Dean tickled the beautiful pantyhose clad college cheerleaders Eddie walked his girlfriend to her train. The walk was rather quiet, as Sarah had a lot on her mind. It was getting late in the day and the grassy path towards the train station was pretty empty of students by this time. Jon couldn?t help but stare at Sarah?s feet which threatened to abandon her sneakers with each step. Sarah noticed him looking at her feet and became a little uncomfortable, but also aroused. A small part of her wanted nothing more than for him to just grab her and pull her right out of her sneakers and tickle her again. But the other part of her feared that happening more than anything else in the world.

?What?s on your mind, ticklish?? Eddie asked her breaking the uncomfortable silence.

?Stop calling me that Eddie, I?m not that ticklish,? Sarah said frustrated.

?That sounds like a challenge,? Eddie said as he moved in on her.

Sarah screamed and drew away in fear, hopping out of her left her shoe in the process. ?Stop! Eddie! Stop! Okay I am very ticklish! You win! Just please don?t tickle me again,? she cried out and hugged her knees defensively.

Eddie had never seen her this scared before. Tears were actually welling up in her eyes. She looked at her adorable wiggling toes through the irresistible nylons. It would be so easy. But he cared for her too much. He saw her empty sneaker next to him and picked it up. Sarah looked at him with large pleading eyes, clearly not knowing what he was going to do with her shoe. She sighed with relief when he handed her the sneaker. She slipped it back on her foot, tying it as tight as it could be tied. But her bulky vans were not designed to be worn tightly and remained loose and her delicate feet, and for some reason, that small part of her that wanted to be tickled, preferred it that way. After helping her up, Sarah decided to answer Eddie?s question. She could trust him.

?I guess I?ve been thinking about these pantyhose Eddie. Truth is I?ve never been that ticklish before, at least on my feet. You know that Eddie. But these pantyhose really make me ticklish.?

?No kidding,? Eddie laughed, trying to cheer her up a bit. ?They make your sneakers really loose too. I think it?s really sexy. You should always wear them.?

Sarah just rolled her eyes. ?But did you see what the cheerleaders were doing? That could have been me. I don?t know about you but that really weirded me out. I don?t think it?s cool that Jon and Dean are taking advantage of them like that.?

?Taking advantage of them? They?re half naked masturbating in the football field! If anything those girls should be arrested for what they?re doing. Not that I?m complaining. But yeah, Jon and Dean are dumbasses for joining in the orgy. But all they?re doing is tickling them. Maybe that?ll bring them to their senses.?

?You don?t understand. It?s the tights. It intensifies pleasurable sensations. When you were tickling me, it wasn?t just making me feel super ticklish. I was also feeling like I was going to cum. And all you were doing was touching my feet. Even Jon tickling my armpits was turning me on, and I wasn?t even wearing pantyhose there ?I don?t know, it?s weird.?

Eddie looked at her concerned. ?Are you sure you aren?t on anything??

?Of course not Eddie ? it?s just ? well, I?m starting to remember now. When I first put these pantyhose on, they felt so good. I had never felt anything like them. It was like I could feel no pain wearing them, and everything I touched felt good. Not just against my legs and feet, but everywhere. Then, when I went to take them off, I couldn?t find an opening. It was weird, I knew there had to be an opening somewhere around my waste to take them off, but there wasn?t. I could see where the pantyhose ended and my skin began, but I couldn?t actually feel it. I just found myself caressing my waste line and crotch area through my pantyhose. I was actually turning myself on. Eventually I masturbated and just put my jeans and shoes on over my pantyhose. I didn?t even put my socks on. It was as if I didn?t even think about wearing socks with these pantyhose. I don?t know why. I don?t even know where my socks are. It?s weird because I had forgotten all of this until now. Not sure why.?

?So what are you trying to tell me, that your pantyhose erased your memory??

?I don?t know. I know it sounds crazy, but something weird is going on, and it has something to do with these tights. Remember that fall I took? You said yourself it?s pretty strange that I came out of that fall without any injuries, not even minor ones. Come to think of it, I haven?t felt any physical pain since I?ve put this thing on. It?s as if it?s almost a protective armor of some sort ? a very thin and sheer protective armor that intensifies pleasurable sensations and eliminates pain. Too bad it doesn?t also eliminate fear and embarrassment and doesn?t keep my shoes on.?

?So then it must protect your upper body too. But how is that possible??

?I don?t know,? Sarah said fingering the top of her pantyhose under her shirt. She tried her best to find the opening. ?But look,? Sarah lifted her shirt and allowed Eddie to inspect the top of her pantyhose. He could see an edge. ?Now try and find an opening, it?s okay, you can touch, just try not to tickle me.? Eddie slowly felt along Sarah?s flat stomach. It quivered under his hand as she held back her laugher. He caressed downward moving towards where the opening should be. Sarah?s face scrunched up as if eating a lemon. It was clear that his light touch was too much and he was tickling her terribly. As soon as he touched the top of her pantyhose she burst into laughter.

?hahhahahahaha! I told hahhahahah you not to haha Tickle hahahaha me!? Sarah tried to say between bursts of laughter.

?I?m trying not to, you?re too ticklish,? Eddie said defensively. He continued caressing her tummy trying to find an opening in her pantyhose. It was a fruitless effort. He could feel the difference of her soft young flesh on her stomach, and the soft sheer texture of the nylon on her pantyhose, but it was as if the transition between the two was gradual and subjective. There was no definitive line between her skin and the pantyhose. It was almost as if they were merged.

All the while Sarah was laughing uncontrollably. She finally fell backwards on her butt, losing her right shoe this time. Sarah pulled Eddie down with him and demanded that he continue caressing her under her shirt. He started tickling her breasts. Soon Sarah?s giggles turned to moans and the two young lovers started kissing each other. Although they had made out before it had never been as exciting as this.

[Mandrake]

Chapter 2 – The Past Comes Back to Haunt

“School’s going well,” Beth Turam said trying to sound interested in the line of questioning. It was only her second weekend at college, and already her parents were visiting her. It’s not like she was a freshman anymore. She twirled her wavy red hair with her finger trying to look interested. Dressed in a t-shirt jeans, and sneakers, she looked like a typical college girl. She was smart, pretty, and confident. But boys usually found her somewhat intimidating. Standing at 6 foot even, she was a rather strong presence.

“That’s good hun,” her stepmother, Catharina, said. Beth hated it when she called her hun. She never really warmed up to her stepmother, and secretly resented her father for remarrying. Her real mother and sister disappeared mysteriously seven years earlier. Their bodies were never found. Beth still believed that they were still alive, and always felt her father remarrying was his way of giving up on finding out what happened to them.

“So how are you doing Kev?” Beth asked her step brother Kevin who was sitting in the corner of the dorm room. Kevin was 13, and was a hopeless nerd of the worst kind. Beth tried to be nice to him, but he barely spoke to anyone about anything but video games and anime. He just grunted back at her and continued fiddling with some strange gadget. Beth always wondered if he had Asperger’s syndrome or something. His mother must have had him when she was in high school as she is currently only 30.

“Ever since he found that thing he’s done nothing but fiddle with it,” Cat said. “It’s so much fun visiting you up here. I missed out on college life. It’s nice to get the chance to enjoy it.”

Beth rolled her eyes. Cat, as her father liked to call her, was so immature. She was young, yes, but she was also a mom. It was embarrassing having a stepmom that dressed and acted like a teenager. Today she was wearing her typical tight fitting tang top shirt with low cut tight jeans that showed off her ass. On her feet were her brown expensive Uggs boots of which she had several pairs. Beth always felt her father pampered his high maintenance wife a little too much. One thing Beth noticed as Cat removed her fur coat was that underneath her tang top Beth was wearing a somewhat familiar looking ultra sheer hot pink body stocking that covered her flat stomach and arms. She was about to ask her about it when Beth’s roommate, Niesa, entered.

“Hi Niesa,” Her father, Patrick Turam, said as she entered. “How’s it go—,” his thought process was interrupted when they saw she was crying softly. The Japanese beauty looked severely unkempt. She was still wearing her cheerleader outfit but her shirt looked a little baggy and loose. Her skirt was hanging off her body and she was holding onto it with both hands. One of her sneakers looked like it was falling apart and was barely staying on her stocking foot. The other one also looked quite loose and was slipping off her heel with each step despite how tightly it was tied. And on her legs were a pair of ultra sheer black nylons that looked strangely familiar to Beth, just like the ones her stepmom were wearing.

“What happened?” they all asked her at once. Niesa just looked at them, burst into tears, and ran out of the room slamming the door behind her. It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it. Beth noticed that she had left her damaged sneaker behind. She picked it up.

“Wow,” Beth says. “It looks like a car ran over it. Something terrible must have happened at practice today. I better talk to her in private.”

“Why don’t we go pick up a pizza,” Patrick said getting up, “come on Kev, let’s give these girls some privacy.” Kevin, still engrossed in figuring out the workings of his gadget, got up and followed Cat and Patrick out of the room.




Lisa was very careful not to step out of her sneakers as she stepped onto the train. She had managed to change out of her shirt and skirt, but could not change out of her pantyhose. She almost spent thirty minutes in the locker room pleasuring herself trying to find an opening in her pantyhose to get them off. But she eventually gave up and decided to just wear her jeans and sneakers over them. For some reason she decided not to put socks on, but she regretted that now, because her sneakers were so very loose with just the pantyhose, even when tied tightly.

As she entered the train she saw her friend Sarah sitting in the corner of the train tapping her feet nervously. “Hi Sarah, didn’t expect to see you taking a train home this late,” Sarah said as she carefully walked over to the seat next to her.

“Yeah, I stayed after with Eddie and the boys,” Sarah said smiling nervously, and tugging uncomfortably at her piercings.

Lisa also gulped nervously after hearing this. “Do you mean Jon and Dean?” Lisa said staring at Sarah’s feet which were shaking loosely in her shoes. They were barely touching the floor.

“Yeah, I saw what happened. Guess it’s a good thing I quit when I did. Damn, these piercings hurt,” Sarah said as she took out her nose ring and lip ring.

Lisa took out her own earrings as she too noticed they were bothering her a bit. They sat there for several minutes quietly. A very pretty brunette woman in her thirties seemed to be sneaking peaks at them from behind her newspaper. Lisa didn’t pay her any mind, but she could tell Sarah was eyeing her nervously. She was dressed conservatively in a black business suit and leather boots. Her hair was done up in a bun. Lisa could tell that she was sneaking glances at Sarah’s nervous feet, and also was shifting attention to Lisa’s.

Lisa nervously looked down at her feet. Like Sarah’s they were also barely touching the floor. Sarah and Lisa were always short, but she never felt this short on the train before, her feet always touched the floor. She felt her sneakers slide off her heals a bit. She hated this vulnerable feeling, especially with the woman watching her so she started tapping her feet like Sarah. It helped a little bit.

“I hate these pantyhose. I can’t keep my shoes on, even more than normal,” Lisa finally said quietly hoping the woman couldn’t hear over the sounds of the train. “And you know I couldn’t even take it off after practice. They feel way too smooth. Some pervert probably invented them. I can’t believe we made such fools of ourselves on the football field. We’ll probably get expelled,” Lisa said angrily.

“So what happened at the end? I didn’t see it all. Did Jon and Dean go too far? Did you get caught?”

“Jon and Dean were just being idiots. They tickled Christy and Niesa until they passed out. They made so much noise laughing though that the coaches heard and came out. I guess it was inevitable though. I don’t think we were ever going to compose ourselves. They had security escort us off the field and gather up our clothes. It was so embarrassing. We all got written up. Niesa got the worst of it, since she was in charge. She’s probably in big trouble. I think Jon and Dean ran off before security got there. Bastards probably got away scot free.”

Sarah’s heavy shoe eventually succumbed to gravity and slipped off her heel. Lisa caught a glimpse of the sheer material on Sarah’s foot before she leaned forward and slid her foot back into her shoe in a frustrated manner. “You’re still wearing the pantyhose too,” Lisa said. “Why?”

“I couldn’t get it off either,” Sarah said seriously. “There’s seriously something weird about these tights … something supernatural. I feel so vulnerable wearing them, yet so indestructible at the same time. I think we should get a scientist to look at them or something. I’m being serious about that.”

“Normally I would think you’re crazy,” Lisa said, “but I’m going to have to agree with you. I don’t think any of us would have done what we did on that football field if we weren’t wearing these tights. I haven’t felt right since I put it on. Maybe we should see a doctor.”

“Agreed.”

And with those last words, the two girls arrived at their stop and carefully stepped towards the exit. But they never made it off the train. The last thing they remembered was a strange smelling rag smothering their noses and then fading to black.




“So what’s going to happen to you now?” Beth asked Niesa who had calmed quite a bit after retelling the day’s events.

“I don’t know,” she said sadly. “They’re probably going to call me into the Dean’s office on Monday to expel me. Hopefully they won’t get the police involved for public indecency. I’ll have to get a lawyer I guess. But it wasn’t my fault. I don’t know what came over us. It must have had something to do with the pantyhose they had ordered for us.”

“Who ordered those pantyhose, Niesa?” Beth asked very seriously, it was clear she knew something about them.

“Who knows, someone in the phys ed. Department. All I know is that there were two boxes with our uniforms and a separate box with the pantyhose. There were instructions not to wear socks with the uniform, or any other undergarments besides the pantyhose. I thought it was rather strange and kind of perverse. But after I put the pantyhose on and noticed how good they felt I didn’t even want to wear them with panties or socks. There was a shipping label on the box with a name and address. I wish I could remember it. They’ll never let me back into the locker room now though.”

“It’s very important that we find out where they came from, those aren’t ordinary pantyhose. In fact, I think my stepmom is wearing a similar pair. But she’s wearing a body stocking, which is what my sister and mother were wearing before they disappeared.”

“What?!” Niesa was clearly very surprised and nervous by what Beth was getting at.

“Seven years ago, my mother was working with some mysterious scientists on a new type of material called polyphylon. It’s like nylon but much stronger and smoother. I remember her coming home one day wearing it. It was so soft and smooth, really beautiful. It made her more ticklish and sensitive, just like you. It was the same color and texture as the pantyhose you’re wearing now actually, except it covered her upper body too, like a body stocking.”

“She invented it?”

“I guess she was one of the inventors, but I never met or knew anything about the other scientists she was working. My mother was never a scientist, she was a model turned fashion designer. But to invent a new material? That just never seemed like something she was capable of. But, you see, the polyphylon did change her, for the worse I think. She never took it off which I found very strange. Her personality changed too. It must have been the stress. She used to be very nice and patient with us, but after she started working with the polyphylon she became very short with us, and often yelled at us. I would often see her crying, and screaming at no one begging them to take it off. It was like she was going crazy.”

“Damn, that’s scary, because I tried taking it off today and I couldn’t do it either. I couldn’t find an opening. I just wound up playing with myself.”

“I’m telling you, we have to find out where it came from, that’s your only chance of getting it off.”

“But how are we going to find out?” Niesa asked as she nervously wiggled her toes in her loose gold flats. She had changed into her flats since her sneaker was torn apart by the car that had run over it.

“I don’t know yet. We’ll have to figure out something. We’ll start by interrogating my stepmom. You see, once my real mother started mass producing the body stockings she brought a box of it home to run some tests. She told us never to wear it or to touch it. Unfortunately my older sister lost her pantyhose for cheerleader practice and stole one from the box. It was probably the biggest mistake of her life. Later that day, she came home from school several inches shorter. She was shrinking! The body stocking was actually making her shrink!”

“Oh my God!”

“And it turns out, she wasn’t the only one shrinking, there were several other women who had bought the body stocking from Frederick’s, the department store my mom worked for, and they were also shrinking. So my sister decided to meet them because one of them knew of a way to get the body stocking off. But I guess it was a trap because I never saw my sister or my mother again.”

“Jesus Christ! What happened to them?”

“I don’t know. To this day I don’t know what happened to them. I told the police my story. Of course they didn’t believe me. A body stocking that shrinks people? And I was only 12 at the time so of course they thought I was crazy. The only way I could prove it to them was to find a body stocking and show it to them. But the box with all the body stockings was gone. I searched all over the house and couldn’t find it. Eventually the police gave up the search. Everyone assumed they were dead. I still think they’re alive, but I think I’m the only one.”

“That’s terrible,” Niesa gulped nervously. “Do you think I’m shrinking?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. Your shoes are really loose. That’s usually the first sign. Then your skirt starts to hang, check. And look your shirt is really baggy too.”

“Oh god!” Niesa said in despair.

“Well it could just be that your clothes are too big. My mom wore the body stocking for weeks and didn’t seem to shrink. But there’s one way to know for sure. Stand up against the wall and step out of your shoes,” Beth ordered as she grabbed a pencil and tape measure from her closet. As an engineering major she always had tools like this handy. Niesa did as she was told, but Beth looked down and noticed she was still wearing her shoes. “Niesa, we need this to be accurate, take off your shoes.”

“My feet are too ticklish,” Niesa said blushing. “It’s the nylons!”

“Polyphylon,” Beth said correcting her. “And you’re going to have to get used it,” she said bending down to take off Niesa’s shoes.

“No please don’t take off my shoes!” Niesa begged as Beth made a grab for the heel of her left shoe. Niesa put all her weight on that shoe to prevent Beth from pulling it off. This prompted Beth to go for the more vulnerable right shoe, which Niesa promptly put all her weight on. Niesa couldn’t help but giggle at the anticipation of having her extremely tickling stocking feet touched and exposed.

Niesa’s shoes were clearly too large for her, and there were gaps on all sides around the heel and arch. Beth decided to very lightly tickle around the edge of her left foot to give herself the advantage. “pfhahahahahahah! Not fair! Okay, you win, I’ll take them off myself!” Niesa said.

“Too late,” teased Beth as she continued to tease around both arches. “You’re going to have to get used to getting tickled and having your shoes removed by force. It’s going to happen to you a lot in the days to come.”

“Oh god, hahahaa, this is the worst day of my life ahahahahah!”

“Consider this training,” Niesa’s feet shifted from side to side sliding in and out of her shoes. Beth finally flicked them off her feet and left her friend stocking footed on the carpeted floor. Niesa continued to giggle uncontrollably as the carpet tickled the soles of her feet horribly. “Come on Niesa, hold still. You have to get used to the feeling, or you’ll never be strong enough to solve this mystery and get this thing off.”

But it was just too difficult. Niesa’s laughter was so weakening that her knees began to buckle and she started to descend to the floor in a fetal position. “I can’t do it. It’s just too much … Too ticklish … Oh God, I’m getting wet!” Her hand started to move towards her crotch, just like it did when she was out on the football field.

“Stop it Niesa! Compose yourself!” Beth tried to lift her up from under her armpits. This only served to tickle her more.

“Hahahah! Armpits! Ticklish! Hahahaha!

“Damn, maybe these pantyhose are more potent than the body stockings that my mom and sister wore. I don’t remember them being THIS sensitive.”

“Just Hahahahaha! Put my shoes back on! Hahahahaha!”

“Okay, okay,” Beth said, lifting up her foot and slipping her shoe underneath and then doing the same with the other shoe. After a few minutes Beth calmed down. “That was ridiculous. It’s just a carpeted floor. It’s like it’s made of feathers.”

“I know,” Niesa said catching her breath. “It’s worse than the grass though. It’s softer.”

“Alright stand up. I’ll measure you with your shoes on.”

“Thank you,” Niesa said standing up straight against the wall.

“But just remember what I said is true. You are going to have to get used to going shoeless, because if you are shrinking you’re going to be losing your shoes quite a bit.”

Niesa just gulped nervously at the thought, unfortunately Beth was right. Even if she got new, smaller shoes, she would continue to shrink until those were too loose as well. Same could be said for the rest of her clothes. This was indeed the worst day of her life.

“Five foot and one inch,” Beth said as she measured at the line on the wall she had drawn at Niesa’s head, “definitely shorter, what are you normally?”

“Are you sure?” Niesa asked shocked. She gazed at the tape measure in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“I’m normally Five foot six.

“That’s five inches you lost. How long ago did you put on your tights?”

“A little over four hours ago.”

“That’s more than one inch an hour. And I want to show you something,” Beth pointed to a crack in the wall above the line she drew. “Before I took your shoes off, I noticed your head made it to this crack in the wall. But after you giggled like a schoolgirl and nearly wet yourself, you dropped about a centimeter below the crack.”

“So what does that mean?”

“Maybe that the more you lose yourself in ticklish ecstasy, the more inches you lose. I don’t have proof of course, but be very careful. Try to control your urges as best you can.”

“Well don’t take my shoes off then,” Niesa said angrily.

“Deal.”

[Mandrake]

Chapter 3 – The Laboratory

“Thank you for taking over responsibilities, sis,” Tamara said to her sister Kenya as she collapsed on the couch with a beer in hand, “After what happened today at cheerleading practice I don’t think Christy and I and I could have handled running the party.”

“No problem, Tam, Just relax and enjoy the party.” Christy and Tamara’s Friday night parties were becoming a monthly ritual that had started when they moved off campus with Tamara’s sister. Although Tamara and Christy were both twenty one now, they were serving alcohol at their parties long before then, when they first got their fake ids. This made them particularly popular with the rest of the student body, but not with Niesa, who had often threatened to kick them off the cheerleading team. Niesa never made good on her threats though, and Tamara and Christy knew it, so they continued throwing their parties.

“Was I the only not able to get my pantyhose off?” Luvia asked as he nervously rubbed her thighs clad in jeans. She, Amanda and Vanessa were invited to the party after the incident at cheerleading practice. All of the cheerleaders sitting in the living room were wearing long pants to cover their pantyhose.

“Not me,” Amanda said pointing to her feet. Beneath her black trousers she was wearing black mary janes that looked too large for her feet. Her ultra sheer black pantyhose feet were partially visible in her loose shoes. Whenever she moved her feet her heels slipped out a bit, so she kept her feet firmly on the floor. “I should have worn sneakers like you guys, my shoes just won’t stay on my feet with these pantyhose even with them strapped on.”

“My sneakers don’t feel tight at all. In fact they feel even looser than they did before,” Vanessa said looking down at her shoes. “I really don’t like these pantyhose.”

“I don’t know I’m starting to really like them,” Christy said entering the room from her bedroom. She had just changed into a sexy black dress that showed off her large beautiful breasts and her long sexy legs. Her sexy black high heels were quite loose and large for her slippery stocking feet. “They’re really quite slimming. I was never able to fit into this dress comfortably before.”

Christy’s appearance was immediately drawing looks from all of the guys in the room. She immediately approached a few good looking football players that had just entered from the backyard and began flirting.

“So I heard about the moves you guys were ‘practicing’ today, Christy, I hope you do that at one of our games,” Fred, one of the football players joked.

“Who told you?” Christy said a little irritated to be talking about the incident. She had a feeling this was going to be coming up a lot for a long time.

“Jon was just filling me in,” Fred said.

“That creep is here? I didn’t invite him. Where is he?”

“In the backyard, I think. Why, what did he do? Did he do more than tickle you today?” Fred said making a fist angrily.

“No, but I just don’t like his hands on me. Can you help me get rid of him? I really don’t like him and I don’t want him around here anymore.”

“Alright, but you have to do something for me,” Fred said winking.

“Anything for you Fred,” Christy said smiling.

Christy patted Tamara on the shoulder and signaled her to follow out back. All five cheerleaders followed Fred to the backyard where they saw Eddie, Dean and Jon laughing and joking about the events that took place earlier in the day.

“I didn’t realize how ticklish Niesa’s toes were,” Dean said laughing. “What a hottie. I hope she doesn’t get expelled.” The group Dean was talking with all were laughing when Jon suddenly noticed Fred, Christy and the girls walking towards them angrily. He nudged Dean alerting him and the rest of the group to their approach. The group immediately quieted down guiltily.

“Jon and Dean,” Christy said accusingly, “I don’t remember inviting the two biggest pervs in school to this party.”

“Come on Christy,” Jon said defensively. “Most of the people here weren’t invited. We always come.”

“Well consider this the last time then,” Fred said grabbing their skate boards and throwing them onto the other side of the fence in the front yard.

“You’re a dick, Fred,” Jon said pointing a finger in his face. “You were all buddy-buddy with us a few minutes ago, now you’re suddenly a white knight. More like a white douche bag.”

Fred grabbed Jon’s finger and snapped it back. Jon screamed in pain and got down on his knees. “You can point that finger up your ass,” Fred said, “Now get the fuck out of here and don’t come back.” Eddie and Dean were ready to back him up in a fight when several of Fred’s football friends came to his aid. The skater’s were clearly outmatched and outnumbered.

Eddie knew they were in the wrong since they were not invited, and Jon and Dean’s behavior was inexcusable. “Let him go,” he said to Fred. “We’ll leave.” Fred complied and allowed the three skaters to walk out while Jon cradled his hand angrily.

“They won’t be back,” Fred said smiling at Christy. Christy hugged him and kissed him on the cheeks. “Now about that favor you owe me …,” Fred said.




Sarah woke up to the feeling of metallic hands caressing her legs. “Where am I,” she mumbled. She was frightened but was too groggy to panic. Thankfully she still had all of her clothes on. As her eyes cleared she saw a … robot?

Sarah suddenly drew away in fear and huddled in the corner of the bed she was lying on. “Okay what the FUCK is going on!?” She shouted. She looked nervously around the room and saw that she was in a large laboratory of some sort. The room was metallic and shiny and had all sorts of strange computers and monitors. She was in some sort of glass enclosure with a bed and monitor. She could see Lisa on the other end of the room still asleep in her own glass enclosure, still fully clothed as well.

The robot spoke “Welcome to our lab, female. We mean you no harm. We have brought you here for your own protection.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you,” Sarah said nervously as the robot’s many hands approached her. She drew away from it as far as she could like a cornered bunny. The robot was quite large and imposing. It had a head shaped like a hammerhead shark that spun around like a radar dish. Its body was narrow and cylindrical and rolled around on wheels. It had six arms that were long and tentacle like and had thousands of joints that could bend in many ways. The hands were four fingered and strong, but could be soft and gentle as well. It eventually touched her legs and started to caress again. The sensation was not unpleasant but she was very creeped out by it. “Stop it!” She demanded.

“I am sorry but I cannot. I must complete my task.” The hand moved slowly to her shoes, which were now looser and more vulnerable than ever. Sarah new they would slip off if he caressed them with the same pressure he was putting on her legs and then she would become a ticklish mess once he started on her feet. The thought of being tickle tortured by this robot horrified her.

“No! Please don’t take off my shoes!” She begged as the hands slowly moved down to the backs of her shoes. She could feel her stocking heels slipping out. “Oh god! Please stop. Don’t take my shoes off. You can touch my legs.”

“I am sorry but I cannot stop. I must complete my task,” the robot replied again. With the shoes off of her heels the robots hands gripped the tops of her shoes and lifted them away from her cute panicking toes encased in the sheer black polyphylon. She giggled and wiggled her toes as she felt her shoes slide against her soles as they were pulled away. She watched in disbelief as a receptacle in the robots base opened up and her shoes were dropped into it.

Sarah looked on in appalled amazement as the robot’s fingers changed to feather-like tendrils. “You’re not going to tickle me with those are you?” Sarah asked nervously already knowing the answer.

“I’m afraid I am. It’s necessary to prepare you for the next stage.”

“What next stage?” Sarah asked nervously as the tendrils drew in, she drew her feet back and sat on them trying to protect them.

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to tell you that yet. You will find out soon enough.” Two strong arms came out of the robots back and lifted Sarah’s tiny body off the bed. Another two arms grabbed her legs and positioned her feet in the most vulnerable position possible. Sarah screamed as this sudden change in position against her will happened so fast. Her scream immediately changed to laughter when the tendrils started tickling her pantyhose foot bottoms.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEHEHEHAHAHAHHAAAHTEH AHAHA!SSSSTOOOPPPPPPPPP!HAHAHETHEHAHAHAHAH!” It was the worst tickling she had ever received. She was completely helpless and her feet were more ticklish than ever. The tendrils were so thorough that they got between her toes, they got her soles, and the bottom of her heels. She eventually screamed and laughed so much that she lost her voice and passed out.




“So what make’s you think that interrogating your stepmom will get us anywhere?” Niesa asked, still a little confused by the plan.

“Because she’s wearing one of the original body stockings. It has to be one of the one’s from the box that my mom brought home … the one that I couldn’t find when I needed proof to show to the police seven years ago. Somehow, she found it. Who knows maybe she started selling them and is behind the whole thing.”

“Hmm, kind of hard to believe,” replied Niesa sensibly.

“Well, we have to start somewhere.

“Do you think we should just ask her?”

“I was thinking of that, it’s kind of risky. What if she is behind it all, if we ask her about it she might put a hit out on us or something.”

“Your own stepmom?” Niesa was beginning to doubt Beth’s intentions.

“I don’t trust her. I never did. She’s a gold digger. No we have to interrogate her.”

“How, tickle her feet?” Joked Niesa.

“Of course. Wouldn’t you admit to anything if your feet were tickled?”

“Yeah, I would,” Niesa had to admit that as stupid as it sounded, it was the best idea. And since tickling isn’t a crime or anything, it’s not like they would get in too much trouble. Lord knows Niesa was in enough trouble already. “So what’s the plan?”

“Well, she’s wearing those stupid uggs, should be easy to get off. The hard part is getting her away from dad and Kevin. Hmmm. I’ll tell her I’m taking her to a college party. She’s such a bimbo, she’d love to go to one of those. But instead I’ll just take her to the basement of the dorm and tickle her.”

“But what are your brother and father going to do?”

“You can take them around campus or something. Just show them the night life.”

“I’d rather not. I feel so vulnerable with these tights on.”

“Come on, Niesa, I’m doing this for you after all,” Beth said forcefully.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Niesa said, “But you have a point, I need to get this thing off, and your stepmom is the only lead we have.”

“Right, so just show them the fountain, and the activity center, and the library, oh and Kevin would love the science fiction club.”




Cat was loving the looks she was getting from the boys as she walked back to the dorm room. “I’ve still got it,” she thought to herself. The truth was she probably was in better shape now than she was in her whole life. Marrying Patrick had given her enough money to buy the clothes she wanted, afford a personal trainer, and get herself into peak physical condition. She was truly a knockout with her cute face, perfect skin, braded black hair and killer petite body. She still got carded every time she tries to order a drink, an inconvenience she no longer minds.

The walk to the dorm was starting to annoy her though, as her boots were sliding around quite a bit on her feet. “Pat, you need to buy me new uggs, these are starting to get a little too loose.”

“But I just bought you that pair two weeks ago,” Pat said.

“I know, but their starting to get worn out. They feel like they’re about to fall off.”

“Alright sweetie,” he said bending down a little lower than normal to kiss her on the forehead.

Beth and Niesa was waiting for them outside when they arrived. “Glad to see you’re okay now Niesa,” Pat said, “Would you like a slice of pizza?” he said offering the box to them.

“Sure,” said Niesa, “If you don’t mind eating on the way, I’d like to show you around campus before it gets completely dark.”

“That sounds like a great idea, Niesa,” said Cat. “Where are you taking us?”

“Well, I thought I’d take you to a campus party, Mom,” said Beth as nicely as possible.

“Mom? I think that’s the first time you called me Mom. Not sure if I’m used to that, but I like the respect. I’d love that. But I don’t know if Kevin should go to –,”

“I don’t mean Kevin or Dad, just you. Niesa will show them the fountain, the Science fiction club, the activity center; I’ll show you the party. I know that’s what you’re into.”

“What a splendid idea,” Pat said. “That should satisfy everyone. Lead the way, Niesa.”

Right away Niesa wished she was wearing something more appropriate. She was still wearing her cheerleader uniform, which was now hanging off of her. Her flats were very loose now, and she knew she would step out of them accidently during the tour. The only thing that fitted her right was her sheer black pantyhose, and that only served to make everything else more slippery and her body more ticklish. This wasn’t going to be easy.




Sarah woke up again this time to the screams of Lisa. “Please don’t strip me!” she heard her scream. Sarah was still missing her shoes, but thankfully still had the rest of her clothes. Unfortunately Lisa was in a worse state.

The robot that had previously stripped Sarah of her shoes and tickled her until she passed out was now stripping Lisa of her shoes and her shirt. “I’m sorry, but I cannot stop. I must complete my task,” was all it said in response to Lisa’s pleas. Lisa was lifted by two of its arms and her shoes were tugged at by the heels. “Don’t pull my shoes off, please!” but the shoes slipped off easily and her ticklish stocking toes wiggled as they slid passed her sheer soles. Suddenly, the two arms on top started tugging on her shirt. “No, please don’t take off my clothes! Don’t strip me naked!”

“I’m sorry, but I cannot stop. I must complete my task,” was all it said as the shirt tore off her body exposing her small perky breasts. “Nooooo!” she shouted. Her shirt and shoes were dropped into the same receptacle that Sarah’s shoes were dropped into. Sarah wondered if she would ever see her shoes again, or if poor Lisa would get her shoes and shirt back again.

Then the horrible happened. Lisa was stretched spread eagle and the fingers changed into feather like tendrils. Slowly one tendril approached each armpit, one for each breast, two for each foot (one for the sole, and one for the toes) and three tendrils for her flat little stomach. Pretty little Lisa was tickled horribly and her shrieks of laughter were deafening.

“DAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOO!SSHASHAHAHTTOOOOPP!PPPPPLLEAAASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAATEEEEEEEHAHEHELKILILIKAHHAHAHAHAH A!”

Poor Lisa couldn’t take it. Sarah could actually see her shrinking before her eyes. It was as if the intense tickling was making the already tiny Lisa smaller. Lisa’s long straight auburn hair shook violently as she tried to break free. Soon her pants began to slide down her sheer pantyhose covered legs, revealing her young womanhood through the ultra sheer fabric as she was not wearing panties underneath. Lisa soon lost her voice and laughed in a gasp, and after only a few minutes, passed out. The robot gently set her down and started to role back towards Sarah.

Sara quivered in fear looking around helplessly for an escape. She refused to let the robot strip her of another article of clothing and tickle her to unconscious again. There was only one entrance into her little her little glass bubble and the robot was rolling towards it. She tried desperately to find a way of opening in the glass, but all her hands felt was the smooth glass all around her. It was as if there was no door to this prison. She couldn’t understand how the robot got in or out.

Time eventually ran out for Sarah and the robot reached the glass. Sarah jumped onto her bed and scurried off into the far corner like a cornered rabbit. Her tiny body stood helplessly as the robot phased effortlessly through the glass and approached her.

“Get a way from me!” she screamed wishing she too could phase through glass, or anything for that matter. “Don’t you dare strip me!”

“I’m sorry but I cannot stop. I must complete my task,” was all the robot seemed to say. Sarah was surprised when it continued to speak “must confirm whether or not subject is wearing additional undergarments.” His terrible arms reached out to her belt. Sarah’s jeans were already sagging quite a bit off of her tiny waste line, and her belt was tightened as far as it could go to keep it on.

“No! Not my pants! Don’t strip me of my pants!” she begged as she covered up her belt with her little hands, “oh god, when will this nightmare end.” The robot used its spare arms to pull her hands away from her belt and lift her off of the bed. Sarah’s belt was quickly undone and pulled off. Her jeans soon slipped down exposing her pantyhose clad pussy. Sarah immediately bent her knees to prevent her pants from slipping off completely.

“Absence of additional undergarments confirmed,” the robot stated. Sarah, herself couldn’t believe that she wasn’t wearing panties underneath. She soon remembered that she enjoyed the feeling of her pantyhose so much when she changed, that she decided not to wear any. She regretted it greatly now.

The robot’s strong arms effortlessly straightened out her legs and pulled her pants off the rest of the way. Sarah kicked and screamed helplessly as her pants were dropped into the receptacle. But the worst was yet to come. The robots fingers changed back into tendrils, this time tickling her pussy and the back of her knees in addition to her toes and soles. Sarah convulsed and squeaked, unable to laugh because the tickling sensation was too strong and her voice was already too strained.

As the tickling became more intense, Sarah could feel herself getting smaller. Her right shoulder soon found its way out of its shirt as the neckline was now way too big for her. Another pair of hands lifted the shirt off of her and dropped that too into the receptacle. Now completely naked except for her pantyhose, she was now positioned spread eagle in mid air by four of the robot’s arms. It seemed as if this robot had an endless amount of arms, because eight more tendrils sprouted from its body and started tickling her toes, soles, legs, breasts, stomach, armpits and neck all at the same time. Sarah only lasted a few seconds before fainting.

[Mandrake]

Chapter 4 – Science Fiction and Gadgets

Vanessa wasn’t sure how she got talked into this. “So where are we going again?” she asked Fred as he drove them down unfamiliar roads.

“We’re going to my uncle’s furniture store.”

“I know but where is it?” Vanessa asked as she nervously untied some of the braids in her golden hair.

“Just down the road. Don’t worry, it will be quick. You guys will make a lot of money modeling the new furniture.”

“We don’t have to change our clothes or anything, right?” Amanda asked nervously.

“Nah, just come as you are. You all look great.”

Fred continued driving down a winding back road until he came to a warehouse. A sign on top said “Sam’s discount furniture”. The place looked abandoned and somewhat rundown. She did not like the look of it at all.

As Fred got out of the car he said, “I know the place looks rundown, but when it opens up it’s going to be really nice. Come on in and I’ll show you the furniture. The camera’s are inside.”

As Vanessa stepped out of the car she couldn’t help but notice that Fred was eyeing her feet. Her sneakers were sliding off her heels a bit and her sheer black nylons were clearly noticeable to him as if for the first time. His look was lustful, like he wanted to pull her sneakers off and play with her sensitive feet, and it made her very uneasy. She quickly distanced herself from him and tried to keep both feet firmly in her sneakers as best she could.

As the other girls climbed out of the car their slippery stocking feet also slid partially out of their shoes. Amanda’s Mary Janes were especially loose, and she almost lost one of them stepping out of the car. Fred continued to watch their feet lustfully, and Vanessa continued to grow uneasy. Christy was the last to get out of the car, her heels dangled off her stocking toes, but she skillfully flipped them back onto her feet before stepping onto the pavement. Fred offered his hand to help her up which she gratefully took.

“Such a nice gentleman,” she said smiling. But Vanessa was still suspicious as he was still eyeing her pantyhose clad legs and feet now swimming her black pumps. He made no mention of their loose shoes, though he clearly enjoyed the sight. It seemed that Vanessa was the only one that noticed Fred’s lustful eyes, as Tamara, Amanda, Joyce and Christy seemed to pay no heed to it.

“Come on Vanessa,” Joyce said as they walked towards the warehouse.

“On second thought, I have somewhere to be …,” Vanessa said nervously not wanting to follow them in. She didn’t trust Fred, and had a feeling he was going to try and take her shoes off and tickle her during the photo shoot.

“What?” Christy exclaimed.

“I, uh, have a family dinner to go to tonight, I forgot all about it. I’ll call a cab or something.”

“Can’t it wait?” Christy asked annoyed. “You’re going to waste a lot of money for nothing.”

“I’m afraid it can’t,” Vanessa said clearly struggling. She eyed a bus stop sign on the corner street. “Look there’s a bus stop! I’m sure it’ll go back to campus.” Vanessa jogged over to the bus stop sign, her sneakers popping off her heals with each step. After briefly studying the sign she shouted back. “Yes, it looks like it goes back to the north parking lot on campus. My car is parked there. Next bus arrives in ten minutes. It will all work out ok. You guys have fun!”

Christy looked up at Fred apologetically.

“It’s alright, let her go. I have enough pretty girls for the shoot.

“Alright goodbye Vanessa,” they all said before entering the warehouse.





“The party is in this basement,” Beth said with an evil smile on her face. Beth opened the door to a dark room and motioned to let Cat in. Cat entered a bit nervously, as it was completely dark.

“Is there a light switch? I don’t hear any music?” Cat asked confused.

Beth closed and locked the door behind her. She flipped a light switch and revealed an empty room with a pool table.

“This is it? Where is everyone?” Cat asked beginning to doubt Beth’s intentions.

“They’re coming. Just have a seat,” Beth said as she overpowered the petite brunette and forced her into a comfy recliner.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Cat asked surprised as she fell into the chair.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable?” Beth said as she grabbed Cat’s boots by the heels.

“Don’t you dare take my boots off!” Cat demanded forcefully, but with a hint of fear.

Beth held Cat’s boots in her hands for awhile enjoying the situation. She could just pull them off. But she wanted to see Cat beg for them for awhile. Cat really couldn’t do anything, the boots were held too tightly for her to pull her feet back without slipping out of her boots. She couldn’t fight back because her arms were too short and she was sitting down in a deep comfy chair. She was pretty much at Beth’s mercy. “You don’t want to be more comfortable?” Beth asked jokingly.

“No, now let go!” Cat said angrily giving Beth a stern look.

Beth just laughed and started to pull very slowly at the boots. She could feel Cat’s little foot squirm trying to stay inside the boot. Cat’s facial expression also changed from anger to nervousness.

“Ok, this isn’t funny, stop pulling my boots off.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to be in my stocking feet down here,” Cat said frustrated as more precious inches were lost and her toes wiggled desperately inside the boots.

“Stocking feet? What kind of stockings?”

“I just don’t like being shoeless ok. It makes me uncomfortable,” The boots were halfway off now.

“Oh, but I’m interested in these stocking feet, I have to see them.”

“How would you like it if someone just pushed you down and stole your shoes right off your feet?” Now her heels were exposed.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Guess it depends on the kind of stockings I was wearing.”

Cat giggled as the tops of her boots slid along her stocking soles. It tickled immensely. Her adorable toes, painted blue and shining nicely through the sheer pink fabric, wiggled involuntarily once exposed to the air.

“Wow, those are pretty stocking feet, I’m gonna tickle them.”

“Don’t you dare!” But it was too late. Beth had already tossed Cat’s uggs aside and was tickling Cat’s toes and soles to death. Cat kicked and thrashed as she laughed, but Beth managed to grab her feet and trap them under her arm. Cat could not escape as Beth tickle tortured her soles and toes.

“Bwahahahahahaaeeqweaa, Stop it Beth! Whwwhwyy! Whya aahhahahre yyyoyuu Doingng thhhehlis!”

“Well, you kind of deserve it. You’re always spending Dad’s money on frivolous things like boots and personal trainers. I thought I’d strip you of your boots and train you withstand tickle torture.”

“tahahaeahaeeehahea! Okokokok hahahahah! I’ve learned my lesson! Hahhaealah! Oh god I’m getting horny! Hahahaehahhahaelaah! Please sstoppp!”

“You may have learned your lesson, but I also need information,” Beth said as she dug her fingers in between her toes.

“Annnnything! Heehehehehe! Ooohhhh,” Cat started moving her hand towards her crotch.

“Where did you get this wonderful body stocking?” Beth asked, she let up on the tickling a bit so she could answer.

“I dddidn’t wwwaste yyyour dad’s mmmoney, hehehe! Kkkevin ffound it,” Cat answered giggling.

“Kevin? Where did he find it?”

“Innn a bbbox, in the aaattic. Tttthat’s wwwhere he ffffound the gadget hhhhe;s bbbbben ffffiddling wwwith,” Cat said moaning with pleasure now in between stutters of laughter.

“The attic? I thought I looked up there,” Beth said briefly stopping her tickling. “Now this is very important, who else knows about these body stockings? Did you give them to anyone else?”

“No one knowsss, I didn’t give them a-anyone,” Cat said catching her breath. “Kevin just found it today.”

“Are you telling me the truth?” Beth asked suddenly tickling her feet again.

“Dahahahaaha! YES! YES! I am now stop!” Cat begged.

“Okay, but on one condition. You will not tell anyone about what happened down here. If you do, your feet are mine to play with.”

“Okay, Okay! Just let me go and give me back my boots!”

Not fully satisfied, but knowing that she wasn’t going to get any more information out of Cat, she let go of her feet. Cat caught her breath for a moment and slipped her boots back on. Cat frowned. They fit a bit looser than they did before. “How dare she do this to me,” thought Cat “I’ll make sure Pat knows what she did so she gets properly punished.”

“Just to let you know Cat,” Beth said as she left the room, “that body stocking is making you shrink, especially the more you get tickled and get aroused. And it’s impossible to take off. So if you’re thinking of going back on your promise and telling Dad, don’t. Because it will only get easier to pull your boots off and tickle you. And yes I’m telling the truth, and you’ll realize it soon enough.”

“Ha, crazy bitch,” Cat laughed to herself after she left. But as she failed to find an opening on the sleeve of her body stocking the words haunted for the rest of the day, and she didn’t tell Pat a word.




“I think you need new shoes, Niesa, those are barely hanging on,” Pat joked as they walked to the Science Fiction Club.

Niesa only laughed nervously. She had managed to keep her clothes on so far, but knew that the steps down to the club were going to claim her shoes at some point. She just hoped that the stairs wouldn’t tickle her. Suddenly, her cell phone rang. It was Beth.

“Hey Beth,” Niesa answered. “Well, we’re on our way to the SF club. Come meet us there.” Niesa hung up. “Turns out the party was a bust, so Beth and Cat are going to meet us at the club.”

Niesa did manage to keep both shoes on walking down the stares to the club. She was starting to gain confidence in her loose shoe walking abilities. Unfortunately, she was focused so much on her shoes that her skirt slipped down too far when she reached the bottom giving Pat and Kevin a nice view of her pantyhose covered ass. Her face turned bright red as she immediately pulled her skirt up and apologized profusely. “These are new uniforms and I didn’t get one that fit well, so sorry.”

“It’s ok,” Pat said, “An old man like me needs moments like this every once in awhile to make life worth living.”

Niesa was definitely a fish out of water in the SF club. Most of the people there were boys sitting around watching Mystery Science Theater reruns. Seeing a hot cheerleader was like seeing a solar eclipse, beautiful and blinding. All the heads turned when she walked in. “So, this is the Science Fiction Club,” Niesa said slightly embarrassed to be there, “Kevin why don’t you have a look at the books and movies, I think there’s some board games and video games too.”

“Hey you,” a particularly obese boy said trying to get Niesa’s attention. “Aren’t you one of the cheerleaders who got in trouble today?”

“Yes,” Niesa sighed, “That’s me.”

“I heard Dean tickled you. You were like super ticklish. Must’ve been so hot. I wish I was there.”

Niesa blushed. “I’d rather not talk about it. It was a stupid mistake.”

“I hope you don’t get expelled or anything, that was the coolest thing that ever happened around here.”

“I hope so too,” she blushed.

SF club nerd looked down at Niesa’s feet. “Wow your shoes are loose. Can I see your feet? I want to see what Dean got to tickle. He came down here bragging today.”

“I’d rather not take my shoes off,” Niesa was getting very uncomfortable, the last thing she wanted was to take her shoes off in front of a bunch of science fiction nerds. She was getting a bad reputation.

“Why do you wear them so loose then? It’s like your asking to be tickled. Those stockings are hot too.”

“There are kids here,” Niesa said eyeing Kevin trying to change the subject.

“I actually really want to see her feet too,” Kevin said. “She’s been driving me nuts all day with those loose shoes, I kept expecting them to fall off and get a glimpse of her toes. But she’s such a tease with them. Let’s take her shoes off.”

Niesa was shocked. Kevin hadn’t said a word all day, and now the first thing he says is that he’s going to take her shoes off. She drew away from him as he reached for her shoes. “Kevin, stop it! Don’t take my shoes off!” As she stepped back Kevin had managed to grab her ankle. Her shoe automatically slipped off her heel and dangled on her toes. Kevin knocked her shoe away and looked at her gorgeous toes painted and showing through the fabric. “Kevin! That’s so rude! Put my shoe back on!” Niesa said trying hard not to panic. Kevin was about to tickle her when Beth and Cat walked in. Niesa held her breath, fearing the worst.

“Dad! Tell Kevin to stop!” Beth ordered as she took stock of the situation.

Pat was just as hypnotized by Niesa’s pretty foot as the rest of the boys in the room. But Beth shook him out of his lethargy by slapping him in the face. “Kevin! Put her shoe back on now!” he said forcefully. “You don’t do that to a lady.”

Kevin reluctantly complied and replaced her shoe. Niesa sighed with relief, knowing she dodged another tickling/shrinking bullet. Beth noticed that Cat looked at Niesa’s pantyhose with concern, as she was just realizing she was wearing the same kind of material.

“Kevin, what made you do that?” Beth asked.

“I don’t know, I just wanted to see her toes,” Kevin said blushing. “She’s so pretty. I like her feet and stockings.”

“A good honest answer,” Pat said, “But a man doesn’t behave in such a way. A man controls his urges.”

“You can look, but don’t touch,” Cat said eyeing Beth. Clearly the statement was aimed more at her than at Kevin.

“Unless there’s mutual consent,” said one of club member’s without looking up from his computer

Kevin just walked out of the room clearly embarrassed.

“We’ll talk to him,” Beth said, signaling Niesa to come with her. Niesa wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk to him, but felt kind of obligated to, since it was her pantyhose that put him in the situation. Her pantyhose seemed to be getting a lot of people into trouble today.

“Just leave me alone I know it was a stupid thing to do,” Kevin said when he saw Beth and Niesa approaching him.

“This isn’t about that,” Beth said, “This is about that gadget you’ve been fiddling with.”

“What this?” Kevin asked as he took out a small gray remote control device. It had a dial and antenna on it. It also had an LCD screen of some sort, but it was clearly not working, because there was nothing on the screen. Niesa was clearly confused.

“Yes, that. What is it and where did you find it?” Beth asked.

“I don’t know what it is. It’s cool though, never seen anything like it. I’ve been trying to get it turn on but haven’t had any luck yet. I found it in the attic in a box with a bunch of doll sized body suits or something. It’s weird though because they grew to full size overnight. Mom is actually wearing one. It’s actually a lot like your stockings, Niesa, but it covers the whole body.”

“My god, Kevin, I can’t believe it, you’re a genius,” Beth said smiling.

“Genius?”

“You found the control device.”

“Control device for what.”

“For the polyphylon.”

“Polywhat?”

“Alright, I’ll explain it. Remember how I told you how my mother and sister disappeared …”




Fiddling with a similar control device, a very pretty brunette entered the lab. Of course, to Sarah, the control device was not familiar looking at all since she hadn’t seen it before. The brunette, however, was very familiar looking to Sarah.

“You’re the woman from the train!” Sarah said as she entered. “You perverted bitch! You’re the one who captured us!”

Over the past few hours, the robot had repeatedly entered their little bubbles, and tickled them mercilessly until they passed out. Each time she woke up, she was a little smaller, and took up a little less space on the bed. It was clear to her, by observing the same thing happening to Lisa across the room, that the tickling was making them shrink. Sarah was past the point of being horrified. Now she was just angry.

“They are very cute aren’t they Yvonne,” was all the brunette said, clearly talking to someone on one of the monitors. “Maybe a little too young though.”

“I disagree, my daughter was only sixteen when she was brought here, and she fit in better than anyone,” a voice said from one of the screens. “Of course, you may have a point though, their youth may be the reason they pass out so quickly. Their young bodies are just too sensitive to tickling. Hopefully the device will work now so we can speed the shrinking process up a bit.” Sarah looked over at Lisa, who had also just woken up and was quite nervous, but curious. She had also been stripped down to her pantyhose and tickled down to size.

“Hey, let us out of here!” Sarah shouted. “Give us back our clothes!”

The brunette addressed Sarah for the first time. “Your clothes won’t even fit you anymore, my dear. You’re just a little over three feet high now,” the brunette said addressing her for the first time.

Sarah’s eyes started to well up with tears. “Why are you doing this to us?”

“If you’re referring to the tickle torture, I am sorry about that, but it was necessary. It was the only way to shrink you,” the Brunette said walking towards Sarah. “Until now that is.” The Brunette pointed the control device at Sarah. Sarah hugged her knees in fear wondering what the woman had in store for her next. The woman turned a dial on the device but nothing seemed to happen. “Damn it!” she said. “Yvonne, it still doesn’t work. We’re going to have to run some more tests on them, we probably have it calibrated wrong.”

“Well, we can’t do anything while they’re that big,” the voice said from the monitors. “Keep sending the robot in to shrink them down to size.”

“No!” screamed Sarah. “Let us out of here!” Sarah’s voice was starting to fail her, and her screams came out as more of a squeak. The brunette just looked at her with a bit of a sympathetic expression before turning away to walk out.

“Excuse me,” Lisa said a little more calmly, “Who are you?” The woman stopped in her tracks and turned back to face Lisa.

“Should I tell them, Yvonne?” she asked the monitor.

“Of course not, wait until they’re shrunken. Do you think we would have gone along with it if we were told before we were shrunken?”

“No, I guess not. But I feel kind of bad for them. We’re kind of torturing them, don’t you think?”

“Tickle torture is nothing compared to what the Doll Collector would do to them. They’re lucky we found them first.”

“I guess you’re right,” the brunette said as she looked down at her feet and shuddered. Sarah began to wonder if she too was wearing the pantyhose of doom. She couldn’t tell though because the woman was wearing long pants and boots. The woman finally looked up and smiled at both of them. “I’m sorry for the way you’ve been treated,” she said addressing them directly. “I know it’s hard to believe, but all I can tell you is that we mean you no harm and actually want to help you. All will be explained soon enough. You will just have to endure a little more tickling,” and with that, the woman turned around to walk out of the lab.

“What’s your name?” Lisa asked before she left.

The woman turned her head towards Lisa and smiled. “Lucy,” she answered before leaving the room. The robot turned on and rolled towards Sarah, and the tickling resumed.



Chapter 5 – Aliens in Wonderland


Niesa was beginning to hate walking. Every movement tickled her. Her shirt still hung on loosely but lightly tickled her breasts as she took each step. Her skirt was so loose that she had to hold it up with her hands. It glided past her pantyhose clad legs so gently and tickled terribly. Her shoes also slid halfway off with each step, and each time she felt the leather slide past her slippery feet she giggled. She could feel herself shrinking out of her clothes and hated it.

Beth and Kevin were busy talking about the gadget as the group headed back to the dorm room. “I discovered this compartment on the way over here,” Kevin said opening up a small latch in the back and taking out a cylinder. “It looks like a battery of some sort, probably lithium ion, 12 cells at least, but smaller than any I’ve ever seen.”

Beth took the battery from his hand and examined it. “Yes definitely a powerful battery, you can tell by the weight. It looks so advanced though, and these markings, they don’t look Chinese or anything. Niesa, can you recognize this?” she handed the cell to Niesa.

The writing was like nothing she had seen before, definitely not Japanese. “That’s not Japanese. That doesn’t look like anything.”

“Do you think I found some alien remote control?” Kevin asked getting excited.

“Don’t be stupid, it’s probably some secret government code,” Beth said taking the battery back from Niesa.

“I thought maybe we could hook it up to your laptop battery and get it working,” Kevin said pointing to two electrodes in the compartment to which he could connect the battery.

“That sounds like a great idea. We’ll try it when we get back to the dorm room.”

Pat who was walking in front, suddenly chimed in, “I think it should wait for tomorrow Kev, it’s getting late and we should head to the hotel and let these girls get some rest.”

Beth didn’t even know he was listening in. “Can he stay over Dad?” Beth asked, “This gadget would be perfect for an engineering project I’m working on for class, and I need to poke Kevin’s brain tonight. We probably won’t have time to do it tomorrow since you’re leaving pretty early.”

Kevin looked up eagerly, hoping his step-father and mother would approve.

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea, Beth,” Pat said, “A teenage boy spending the night in a girl’s dorm room? You’re just asking for trouble.”

“I’ll drive him to the hotel when we’re done,” Beth said. “You didn’t get me that car for nothing after all.”

“Well it certainly didn’t cost nothing,” Pat laughed. “Just make sure he’s at the hotel before 1:00, I know how late you kids can stay up.” Beth and Kevin smiled at each other knowing they were victorious and continued fiddling with the gadget.

As the group was about to cross the street Niesa’s phone rang. “Hello?” she answered.

“Where is Lisa?” a woman on the other end demanded.

“Excuse me who is this?”

“Lisa’s mother! Did you get my daughter into more trouble?”

“Wait what? Lisa didn’t make it home?”

“No! I swear, when I got that call from the coaches today informing me of the sort of ‘cheerleading’ your having the girls participate in, I was livid. I can’t believe they put you in charge! Now where is my daughter?”

“Calm down ma’am, I don’t know. She left with the other girls after we were escorted off the fields. Last I heard she was in the locker room getting changed to go home.”

Suddenly, the woman started crying hysterically, “Well she’s not home, and I’ve been calling all of her friends to find out where she is, and no one knows. Please you have to call me if you find out where she is!” Niesa stood in the street stunned. Lisa was missing? She was the sweetest girl, only 18, just starting her first semester in college. She felt terrible.

“Niesa look out!” Beth shouted. Niesa looked to her right and saw an oncoming car careening out of the bend. She screamed in fright and tried to jump out of the way. She was too late. The car hit her head on. Her small frame flew back as if punched by a giant … her skirt and shoes flying off behind her. Niesa flew like a ragdoll as her body arched and bounced a few times on the hard pavement.

It was devastating hit. All parties looked on in horror. She was surely dead. Beth was the first to run up to her friend. Niesa looked up at her in shock. She was alive. Beth cried in relief, but worried that she was seriously injured. “Can you speak?” Beth said crying.

“Yes,” Niesa said softly as she lifted her head.

“Don’t move, you might have a spinal injury,” Beth said. Pat, Cat and Kevin came up to join her. Pat was already dialing 911. From the car the door opened. Vanessa came running out of the car to the aid of her friend.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! What have I done?” Vanessa said repeatedly.

“I’m alive,” Niesa said wiggling her toes in relief. “I’m not hurt or paralyzed. See my toes?” Niesa sat up, still a bit stunned. The family was shocked to see that she had no broken bones, not even a cut or a bruise. All she had lost were some clothes.

“Jesus Christ it’s a miracle,” Cat said as she watched Niesa stand up. Suddenly, everyone noticed how short she was. Niesa was definitely well under five feet now, and losing her shoes wasn’t enough to explain that change in height.

“Niesa, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I had a lot on my mind because …,” Vanessa looked down at her feet. Her white painted toes were poking out from under her jeans. She was shoeless and still wearing the pantyhose. “I guess my shoes fell off when I ran over to you,” Vanessa said. “I think I’m shrinking and I think you are too.”

Niesa nodded her head in acknowledgement. She suddenly realized that her privates were exposed. She quickly covered her vagina with her shirt which now hung pretty low but still barely covered her pussy.

“Oh, let me get your clothes,” Vanessa said, “It’s the least I could do.” Vanessa picked up Niesa’s shoes and skirt, and slipped back into her own loose sneakers, which she had indeed abandoned while running to Niesa’s aid. Niesa gratefully stepped back into her skirt and shoes and sat on the curb next to Beth and Kevin.

“Well it looks like they’re sending an ambulance,” Patrick said after getting off the phone. He had missed the whole shrinking conversation and was still clueless. “Even though you seem to be alright, Niesa, it’s probably a good idea if you get checked out anyway. You never know what might have gotten knocked loose. That was a bad hit. I’ve heard stories of people walking away from accidents and then dying months later from internal injuries … a very painful and slow death too.”

“Well, that ought to make her feel better Dad,” Beth scolded.

“The truth doesn’t always make you feel better, but it can save your life,” he said.

Beth sighed. “Dad why don’t you and Cat get her something to drink while we wait for the ambulance,” she said hoping to have some privacy. Her father was happy to comply, although Cat wanted to stay behind to hear what they were talking about. Nevertheless, Pat managed to drag her along.

“You’re fucking invincible, can you believe this?” Beth said excited.

“Not really,” Niesa said. “Let me guess, the pantyhose protects me from all harm,” she said getting quite immune to the surprises of the day.

“It has to be. I remember my sister telling me how vulnerable, yet PROTECTED she felt wearing the body stocking. My mother also said something about feeling no pain.”

“I haven’t felt any pain since I put it on. Just intense pleasure, almost to the point of torture,” Vanessa responded.

“Exactly, it enhances pleasure and eliminates pain at the cost of mass and volume. I bet you could survive in the vacuum of space wearing that thing. It’s a freaking space suit. Maybe Kevin was right.”

“Right about what?” Kevin asked interested.

“About it being alien technology. That device you have, and these pantyhose, they’re connected somehow. I bet if we figure out how to use it, we could change your size at will. You could be super heroines. Imagine being impervious to everything, and being able to change your size?”

Kevin suddenly got very interested in the conversation. “Not only that, but if you could change size, you could also shape shift. You could turn into anything. You’d be the ultimate transformer.”

“Now don’t go that far, but we’re on the right track. Right now it’s just shrinking you, but I bet, if we learn to control it, we could do a lot more with this polyphylon than meets the eye.”

“All I want to do is get it off,” sighed Niesa. “It’s brought me nothing but trouble.”

“It just saved your life, Niesa! But I’m sure we’ll figure out how to do that too. Since you’re probably going to the hospital now, we’ll need a new test subject,” both Kevin and Beth looked at Vanessa as if volunteering her.

“Test subject?” She asked nervously.

“Yes, if we’re going to get this gadget to work, we have to test it on someone wearing the polyphylon,” Kevin said continuing where Beth left off. “How are we going to know if we can change your size if we can’t see what happens when we use it?”

“Oh no, find someone else. I’m sensitive enough as it is.”

“Come on, Vanessa, How else are we going to figure out how to get you girls out of the pantyhose,” Beth said, “besides you owe it to Niesa, you just hit her with a car.” Beth always knew the right strings to pull.

“I’m going to regret this,” Vanessa said, “but I’ll do it, for Niesa, and to get out of this cursed thing.”

Just then, Eddie appeared from the path behind them. “Hey girls,” he said, “and boy,” he said realizing Kevin was there. “I’m looking for Sarah Gelman, apparently she never made it home and I’m a little worried. Have you guys seen her?”

“Sarah Gelman?” Vanessa asked. “Isn’t she that punk girl that was going to try out today but quit right before practice?”

“Oh my god!” Niesa said suddenly remembering the phone call she had before she got hit. “Where’s my phone?”

Pieces of the phone were scattered about the street. They did the best they could to gather up the pieces but it was clear the phone was destroyed for good. “What happened here anyway?” Eddie asked.

“Niesa got hit by Vanessa’s car,” Beth answered.

“Damn! You’re one tough girl,” Eddie commented to Niesa lightheartedly.

“Sarah and Lisa are both missing,” Niesa said seriously. “Aren’t they both commuters?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “They take the train to school together. They’ve been friends since high school.”

“Do you think something happened to them on the train?” asked Vanessa.

“I don’t know. Who was the last to see them?” Niesa asked.

“Last I saw Sarah was when I walked her to the train,” Eddie said. “I didn’t see her get on though, that’s why I thought she might have stayed on campus.”

“I saw Lisa in the locker room,” Vanessa said. “She was one of the last to leave. We were all struggling to get our pantyhose off, but she spent more time than most of us. I left before her. That was the last time I saw her.”

“So we can assume that they disappeared somewhere on their way home, probably together since they both take the same train,” Niesa concluded.

“It’s like my sister and mother all over again,” Beth said seriously. “Shrinking fabrics, people disappearing, this is scary.”

The ambulance arrived at the same time as Cat and Patrick. The paramedics were surprised to see the girl they came to rescue up and about. They had to talk her into lying down on the stretcher. “It’s just protocol, take it easy ma’am,” they said.

“Call me from the hospital and I’ll pick you up,” Beth said as they wheeled her friend into the ambulance. Patrick handed Niesa a bottled water he had bought for her before they closed the doors to the ambulance. The ambulance drove off, and Niesa was still. She was exhausted from the day’s events. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.




Sarah woke up for probably the seventh time since her capture. She was now about five inches tall. It was bewildering. She was buried in her pillow. She knew that every time she regained consciousness the robot would come back to tickle her so she tried not to move so much. Eventually, she got tired of lying still and decided to have a look around.

The room looked so much bigger than it did before. She could see Lisa’s bubble across the room for what seemed like miles, but couldn’t see Lisa, probably because she was tiny now as well. Sarah looked at her immediate surroundings. Although there were no openings in the glass she noticed a small panel at the base of the bed. Climbing off of the pillow she realized for the first time just how naked she was. Her pantyhose were so sheer they revealed everything, and her nipples were erect from the cold air.

“If Eddie saw me now he’d go nuts,” she said to herself, trying to ease her spirits. The bed tickled her as she moved across it. But compared to the robot’s tickling, it was a cakewalk. She finally summoned the courage to climb down off the bed.

Her slippery pantyhose didn’t make the climb easy. She slipped and eventually slid off the bed onto the floor with a thud. She didn’t feel any pain, but was annoyed nonetheless.

Approaching the panel at the base of the bed, she noticed that there was a small button next to it. “Very strange,” she said to herself, “I feel like I’m Alice in Wonderland.” She pushed the button and the panel electronically slid open to the side. It was a door! And it was just her size. It was as if it was designed to allow her a way out when she was the right size.

The doorway led to a brightly lit hallway. It was completely empty except for some small flashing panels on the sides. Sarah walked through it hesitantly fearing that she was being herded into a new trap. The hallway was long, and seemed to wind around the corner of the larger laboratory that she came from, but it she didn’t feel small in it, as it was matched to her new size. Finally, she reached a room that looked very much like a mini movie theater for 5-6 inch people. She saw Lisa inside.

“What the hell is this place?” Sarah asked as she entered. The door closed behind her as soon as she did, and Sarah jumped fearfully to the side. Suddenly the movie screen turned on.

“Welcome to Tranzomonar, Taaj’s most advanced spaceship,” a booming voice said as it panned over a picture of a spaceship. “You have been selected to help propagate our --,” suddenly the transmission was interrupted and a beautiful blonde woman’s face appeared on the screen.

“Just disregard that,” she said. Sarah recognized the voice as the woman, Yvonne, from the monitor that Lucy was talking to. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions, just sit down and I’ll answer them.”

Both girls were so baffled that they didn’t know where to start. Lisa seemed to take the bait first, “Where are we?”

“You are on a spaceship. You were brought here several hours ago by Lucy, the woman you saw earlier. She’s the one who captured you.”

Sarah and Lisa looked at each other like they had just gone insane.

“Why have you done this?” Sarah finally asked.

“Because you’re wearing polyphylon.”

“Polyphylon? You mean the pantyhose?”

“Yes, it was invented by the Taajians. It’s a protective suit that protects the wearer from all harm. I’m wearing it now,” the woman allowed the camera zoom out. She was truly a stunning woman, probably in her forties but it was hard to tell because she took very good care of her face and body. She was sitting in a chair with her legs crossed rather elegantly. She was wearing a pink leotard and fancy red boots that matched her gloves. She looked like a space super heroine right out of a pulp comic book. She caressed her sheer black pantyhose which were just like what the girls were wearing, except it covered her arms as well. “It took a long time to convince to Taajians to allow us to wear clothes over the body suits. They don’t seem to have any hang ups about nakedness, although I think they’re starting to.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” Sarah demanded.

“Well, we want to help you,” Yvonne said defensively.

“Everyone keeps saying that, yet all we get is stripped and tortured.”

“Hmm, yeah, I should bring you some clothes. I hope you don’t mind leotards and boots.” With that the woman turned off the view screen and turned on the lights in the theater. It was only a few seconds before a door behind the screen opened and the woman they were just talking to walked out, surprisingly not much taller than the two girls. She handed each of the girls their outfits and allowed them to get dressed.

“As you can see,” she said as they dressed, “I’ve also been shrunken. The only difference is I can change back to normal size.”

“Really? How?” Lisa asked.

“The details are rather complicated and not that important. Suffice it to say it involves alien technology that we don’t fully understand.”

“But will you return us to normal? Can you get us out of these pantyhose?” Lisa asked hoping she will finally find a way out of the nightmare.

“Unfortunately we don’t have control of your polyphylons. We’ve been trying to configure our devices to control it, but it doesn’t seem to work. You see, your polyphylons were not created by us, or by the Taajians. I believe they were created by a human who goes by the alias ‘Doll Collector’.”

“Doll Collector?” Sarah asked, the way she said it sent a shiver down her spine.

“Yes, a particularly twisted individual who enjoys shrinking and torturing young ladies in polyphylon. How she was able to create some polyphylon pantyhose of her own, I don’t know. I do know that you girls are in serious trouble, because if she sent you a box of her polyphylon, she plans on capturing and torturing you. And trust me, the tickle torture you went through here is nothing compared to what the doll collector will put you through.”

“She sent a box of pantyhose to the whole cheerleading squad!” Lisa exclaimed. Sarah looked at Lisa angrily, afraid that she revealed too much information.

“Oh dear, then I guess your friends are in serious trouble,” Yvonne warned, “You’re lucky that we found you first, she’ll never get to you here.”

“But we have to help them, or warn them or something!” Lisa exclaimed.

“What are you going to do on Earth at five inches tall?” Yvonne laughed.

“I don’t know, but we have to do something,” Lisa said in despair.

“Well, I could send you down with one of my agents. You could tell her where the rest of your cheerleading squad is and we could pick them up,” Yvonne said smiling.

“Wait a minute,” said Sarah, “How can we trust YOU? You kidnap us, tickle torture us, and shrink us five inches. Now you hand us some clothes and give us some cockamamie story about spaceships and aliens and a ‘doll collector’ and expect us to just give you the rest of our friends?”

Yvonne just laughed. “Well, like I said, I think you’re better off staying here where you’re safe.”

“I don’t like this woman. Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine,” Sarah sad lunging at Yvonne. Yvonne drew back surprised, but Sarah was faster than she anticipated and had grabbed both of her arms. Yvonne was taller and stronger than Sarah, and was about to wrestle her off when Lisa joined in the fray. She had grabbed both of Yvonne’s legs and pulled her off of her feet.

“Security!” Yvonne shouted when she realized she was outnumbered and in a vulnerable position.

“Pull her boots off, see how she likes it,” Sarah said as she held Yvonne down.

“You vicious little girls,” Yvonne said. “Don’t you dare take my boots off. Security, help!” Yvonne shouted to no one in particular. Yvonne’s boots came off easily, as her slippery stockings offered no resistance to Lisa’s tugging. “Arrgghh!” Yvonne grunted when she felt the cool air hit her panicking stocking feet. It had been a long time since she felt the sensation of having her shoes forcefully removed, and she hated it. Especially because she knew what was coming next.

“Tickle her, Lisa! Maybe we’ll get some truth out of her!” Lisa trapped both of Yvonnes feet under her arm and tickled Yvonnes soles. Meanwhile Sarah sat Yvonne’s arms and tickled her midsection and right armpit.

“Dahahaahahahah! You ungrateful little! Hehahahahehaheah!” was all Yvonne could say between hysterical laughter. Yvonne began to weaken and go into orgasm when several strange looking men rushed in wearing helmets and carrying bats.

“The queen is under attack!” The captain of the squad shouted as they rushed to Yvonne’s aid. They pulled both Lisa and Sarah off of Yvonne who lay there giggling a moment longer while the officers restrained them.

“It took you long enough,” Yvonne said angrily. “Couldn’t you come before they took my boots off?”

“Sorry my queen,” the captain said. Sarah was amazed by the look of the guards. They wore polyphylon armor it seemed, but a much thicker version, not sheer like the kind the girls were wearing. They also had hair that seemed to go down there backs. Their eyes were entirely black. Sarah began to wonder if the woman was telling the truth and this was actually an alien ship.

“I should strip them all over again. To think I provided them protection, gave them some of my clothes, offered them some of my resources to help their friends, and this is how they thank me. They need to be punished,” Yvonne said angrily as she slipped her boots back on.

Yvonne started tugging on Lisa’s boot. Lisa closed her eyes tightly. Sarah could tell she was dreading what was to come. The boot slipped off and Lisa’s stocking foot was exposed again.

“Wait, mom!” a young woman’s voice said from behind the screen. A very pretty young lady entered. She looked a lot like Yvonne, with the same long blonde hair and pretty face, but not quite as tall and regal looking. She must have been Yvonne’s daughter. She was also dressed in a leotard, this one blue, with matching blue boots. Her body stocking was tan.

“Cindy, this doesn’t concern you,” Yvonne said as she reached for Lisa’s other boot.

“But if you want to earn their trust, you have to stop,” Cindy said. “They’ll never trust you if you keep tickle torturing them.”

“They don’t have to trust me, they have to obey me. I am the queen.”

“But they are not your subjects,” Cindy said. “And they will never be if you’re not a merciful queen.”

Yvonne sighed. “You didn’t see what they did to me. I can’t let people get away with pulling my boots off and tickling me. It sets a bad precedent.”

“No one will have to know,” Cindy said, “Isn’t that right guards?”

“Yes princess,” the guards obeyed.

Yvonne struggled with Lisa’s boot a bit not sure what to do. Lisa opened one eye to see if she will be given mercy. Her large cute eyes were enough to convince Yvonne. Yvonne released the boot and slipped the other one back onto Lisa’s foot. Lisa sighed in relief. “Put them in a holding cell until I figure out what to do with them,” Yvonne said, “and guards, I want you by my side at all times next time I make contact with humans. This better not happen again.”

[Mandrake]

Chapter 6 – The Dollhouse


“And we have power!” Kevin said as the screen came on the gadget they had been working on for the past hour. Beth’s laptop battery had worked after all. It just took some minor tweaking to get the connections right.

“This is exciting!” Beth said looking at the complex readout. “What do all the symbols mean?”

“I don’t know, but it looks like some kind of radar. When I move the device, the symbols move relative to my position.”

“Damn, you’re smart. Quick, let’s point it at Vanessa and try the dial, maybe we can change her size …” Vanessa looked at Beth worriedly, “… back to normal,” Beth finished.

“Don’t you think we should take some precautions or something? What if it blows her up?” Kevin asked. Vanessa just buried her face in her hands. Beth slapped him in the back of the head. “Oh of course it won’t, the tachyon readings prove that this is completely safe,” Kevin said pulling techno babble out of his ass.

Vanessa wasn’t an idiot, but she knew that they had to test it on someone if she was ever going to get her pantyhose off. So she let them try the dial on her. With great trepidation Kevin pointed the remote sensor at Vanessa. Vanessa shut her eyes tightly fearing the worst. Slowly he put his hand on the dial. Thinking that turning it right would make her larger, since that usually raises volume levels, he decided to turn it to the right. Very slowly he did ….

Nothing seemed to happen. He turned it faster … Still nothing. He turned it all the way to the right. No dice. He turned to the left. No change. All the way to the left, still no change.

“I don’t get it, the dial doesn’t do anything to her,” Kevin said disappointed.

“There must be more to it,” Beth sighed. “What about that other dial on the side?”

Kevin had noticed it earlier, it looked like a much less important dial; it was like the kind of volume knob you see on the side of walkman radios. “I’ll try it, but I doubt it does anything,” Kevin said. He raised the dial up, and suddenly heard an electronic “wake up Kevin wake up Kevin wake up Kevin” repeatedly. “What the hell?” he said.

“Isn’t that your alarm clock noise?” Beth asked.

“Yeah, but why do I hear it through this?”

“What’s that flashing symbol on the screen? It looks like it’s flashing in sync to the noise.”

“I don’t know, maybe we should follow it,” Kevin said. The three of them followed the radar blip out of the basement of the dorm. The alarm sound was beginning to get annoying so Kevin turned it down again.

Outside the dorm the three of them continued walking towards the blip, it was leading them further and further way, towards the end of the campus. Kevin was keeping track of the symbols next to the blip and was beginning to decipher them as numbers. “Oh crap,” he finally said, “This blip is far.”

“What makes you say that?” Beth asked.

“Well, the way these symbols are counting down as you walk towards it. It’s like a numerical system. It’s counting down very slowly. It could be about a hundred miles away. In fact, come to think of it, it’s probably home. I think I forgot to turn my alarm off before we left, and it’s probably picking up audio from one of the body stockings at home.”

“So this thing is like a communications device too?” Beth asked, although she didn’t really mean it as a question. “That’s really amazing. We should go there. It’s probably designed to control one of the body stockings at home. That’s probably why it didn’t work on Vanessa.”

“But that’s a two hour drive. It’s almost midnight now, mom and dad will be pissed,” Kevin said.

“Don’t worry about it Kevin, they’ll understand, this is for science. You want to help Vanessa and Niesa don’t you?” Beth said using her powers of persuasion.

“Of course, but --,”

“Then let’s go, if we leave now, we’ll be back before dawn and they won’t be the wiser, come on Vanessa, we have to hurry because I want to pick Niesa up first,” Beth said dragging the two of them to her car.




Niesa woke up in a very large bed. But it wasn’t because she felt tiny. It was just a very large king sized bed with curtains, bed posts and an extravagant head post. In fact the room was also very extravagant. It looked very Victorian. This was not a hospital bed. She suddenly sat up surprised.

“Where am I?” she asked to no one in particular. She got out of bed and noticed she was naked except for her black pantyhose. Who had stripped her? Who had put her in this bed? There were no clothes to be found but she saw a closet in the corner. She opened it and found a beautiful traditional Japanese red dress with matching red dress flats. They were a bit large, but seemed to fit ok. Since this was her only choice she put them on and headed out the door.

As she walked downstairs she couldn’t help but shake the feeling that she was being watched. She entered a dining room. On the table there was a bowl of fruit. She was very hungry and grabbed an apple. She quickly noticed that it was plastic. All the fruit was plastic. She entered the kitchen, the refrigerator was empty, and didn’t seem to have any power. There were empty cereal boxes in the cupboards. It was as if everything in this house was fake. The flowers were plastic, the food was plastic, the stove didn’t seem to work either.

A woman walked in from a room across the hall, she was a blonde beauty dressed in a Victorian dress. She looked at Niesa, surprised at first, but soon not so surprised. She sighed. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Niesa,” Niesa answered. “Where am I?”

“The Doll’s House,” the woman answered nonchalantly. “Don’t bother with the kitchen, the real food is outside, when the mistress ‘dines’ with us.

“The Mistress?” Niesa asked surprised and frightened.

“Yeah, you’ll know her real soon. She likes the new girls the best.” Suddenly Niesa heard a deep rumbling. “I wouldn’t stand there if I were you,” the woman warned. Niesa looked down, beneath her feet a long straight crack started to open up. Niesa’s right foot slipped into the crack and she nearly lost her shoe as she fell backwards. The house seemed to open up like a doll’s house revealing each half to a much larger room. Niesa’s eyes bulged in amazement as she realized she was under six inches tall inside a doll’s house. She saw a woman’s face looking in at her. She was too awestruck to scream, too frightened to run away.

“Be careful, little doll,” the woman said as she reached for Niesa. Niesa couldn’t say or do anything. She was too dumbfounded to speak. As she was lifted up to the woman’s face she noticed that the woman was also dressed extravagantly in Victorian clothing. She clearly was very wealthy and old fashioned. “You’re probably very hungry,” she said. The woman carried her to a large dining room table.

“I have prepared some Miso soup,” she said carrying her over to a dining room table. Upon the table there was a smaller table with a chair that was sized just for her. The woman seated her at the chair and served her small portion of Miso soup. Niesa found a spoon near the bowl.

Niesa was so hungry that she didn’t care where the soup came from and started eating immediately. The woman smiled. Niesa looked up at her with trepidation, she was pretty, probably in her thirties. She had long black hair done up in a bun and she wore a lot of makeup. There was something very disconcerting about her face though. She almost looked like a porcelain doll.

“Very good, eat up. You need your strength,” the woman said. “You’re a very pretty doll.” The woman took out a camera and took a snapshot of Niesa. The flash was blinding and Niesa covered her eyes in reaction. “You can call me Mistress, I am a Doll Collector, I collect the most realistic dolls in the world.”

Niesa shuddered. “Are you going to keep me as a doll?” she asked frightened.

“No, sweetie,” the woman smiled. “I just want to use you as a model, that’s all. I don’t hold people against their will. You are free to leave whenever you want.”

Niesa sighed with relief, but something about the woman’s smile was still very unsettling. “Why was I brought here?”

“The hospital could not do anything about the pantyhose you are wearing. That is what has caused you to shrink, I’m afraid. So they called on me to help. I know the secret to restoring you to your original size. I can also remove your pantyhose.”

“You can?” Niesa asked hopefully.

“Yes, as you might have guessed, you are not the first to be trapped in those strange shrinking nylons. I first discovered them several years ago while doing research for my dolls. A street vendor wanted to sell me the most realistic doll he had ever found. Obviously, I was intrigued. Little did I know that he was selling a real woman … a tiny woman clad in a body stocking that had made her shrink to five and a half inches,” the woman reached over to the doll house and retrieved the woman Niesa was talking to earlier.

“This is Penelope, my first little guest,” the Mistress said as she placed Penelope on the table next to her. Penelope curtseyed politely to Niesa.

“But if you could turn us back to regular height, why is Penelope still small?” Niesa asked suspiciously.

“Tell her Penelope.” The Mistress said smiling.

Penelope sighed. “I like living with my mistress. I make a good living as a doll model, I’ve never been happier in my whole life.” Penelope smiled and sat at the table next to Niesa. The Mistress gave her a small bowl of Miso soup.

“You two look so cute together,” The Mistress said snapping another picture.

Niesa flinched uncomfortably. “Okay, Mistress,” she said, “Thank you for feeding me. I’d like to be returned to my original size now, and if you could, please remove the pantyhose and I’ll be on my way.”

“All in good time,” the Mistress said still smiling. “But first, you must do some modeling for me. After all, I’m paying your hospital bills and doing you a great service, it’s the least you could do to pay you back.”

Niesa wiggled her toes in her shoes nervously. “What would I have to do?”

“Just pose for some pictures is all. It shouldn’t take long.”

“I won’t have to take my clothes off or anything, right?”

“Of course not.”

Niesa looked around nervously. She didn’t have much of a choice. She was under six inches tall, and even though the woman said she was free to leave at any time, something told her that was easier said than done. She had no phone or way to contact her loved ones. “Alright,” Niesa said reluctantly, “I’ll pose for some photos.”

“Great!” the Mistress said. “This will be the first Japanese girl in traditional garb I’ll have for my collection,” something about the way the woman said that left Niesa very uneasy. The Mistress held out her hand signalling Niesa to step onto it. Niesa warily complied, she quickly fell to her knees as the woman lifted her up and felt her heels pop out of her shoes. Not wanting to lose her shoes, Niesa hugged her knees and kept her feet firmly on the Mistress’s palms. “Careful now,” the Mistress said smiling.

The Mistress carried her into a dark room. It looked like there was a lit desk with some sort of tiny stool, presumably where she was to model. Niesa was placed here.

“Okay, start out sitting on the stool, I’ll take a picture of you posing there,” The Mistress said. Nervously, Niesa sat on the stool with both legs together. She looked very cute and vulnerable. The Mistress snapped a picture. “Okay cross your legs,” Niesa complied and The Mistress snapped another picture. “Stand up now,” Niesa complied and the woman snapped another picture, the snapshots continued for several more minutes. Niesa was starting to get tired of modeling but was grateful that she wasn’t being asked to do anything demeaning. Still she couldn’t wait for it to be over. Eventually, the woman’s camera ran out of film and Niesa was finally ready to ask to leave again.

“Okay, I need to get some more film,” the mistress said dashing Niesa’s hopes, “I’ll be right back, don’t move,” the Mistress said before leaving Niesa alone in the room.

Niesa got her first look around her surroundings as her eyes got used to the darkness, there seemed to be shelves all lover the place. She heard a noise from one of the shelves above her. It was a knocking sound. Niesa looked up, but it was too dark to see. She suddenly heard a very quiet squeaky voice. “Niesa!” it shouted. Niesa was astonished, the voice sounded familiar. She walked towards the lamp that had lit the desk. It was arched in such a way that it allowed access to the shelf above; if she could only climb it.

Using all of her strength Niesa started to crawl up the lamp. Her dress was tight and not designed to allow for such maneuvering, but fortunately the slit went up high so it allowed her straddle the sides of the lamps with her pantyhose clad legs. Her shoes were loose, but she knew that if she lost them she would slip down the lamp again. Fortunately she had a lot of practice keeping loose shoes on, so she managed make it to the top without incident. She was proud of her accomplishment and was really beginning to think of herself as a real hero after all. But what she saw on the shelf horrified her.

There were several packages lined up along the shelf, doll packages, all labeled to be manufactured and sold to underground markets. Inside these doll packages were real women, all 5 to 6 inches tall and dressed in various uniforms and fetish outfits. Some were even dressed up as popular characters. Some of the women looked dead, most looked barely conscious. These packages filled the shelves of the room. Niesa wondered how many women this sick Mistress had captured and packaged, and how many she sold to customers. She wondered if they were ever even fed or kept alive, or if she just kept them in the package to die of thirst or hunger.

Niesa heard the knocking again, it was coming from one of the packages to her right. Inside she saw Christy, one of her cheerleaders. Christy was dressed up like a German barmaid in a red dress, white apron, her black pantyhose and wooden clogs. “Niesa, let me out!” she begged. Niesa looked around and panicked. She didn’t know what to do. The package was sealed up tight. She was too small to open it by hand. She tried tearing at the box where the cardboard met the plastic and she tried kicking at the plastic with her foot, but it was no use, the package was too strong. She needed something sharp.

“Christy, can you poke at it from the inside?” Niesa asked. Christy shook her head. Plastic ties wrapped around her body preventing her from moving. Niesa thought for a moment then came up with an idea, “if I can undo those ties from the back, I might be able to free you,” she said.

Niesa walked around behind the package and found the lower two ends of the twisted plastic tie wraps. With painstaking effort she began unwrapping the tie wraps. It took all of her strength, but she soon had the first one unwrapped. Christy’s feet were loose and she stepped out of the platic tie wraps at her feet. Meanwhile Christy was freeing her arms from the upper tie wraps.

With her arms free, Christy now had freedom of movement within the box. She kicked at the plastic with her wooden clogs and found them to break apart at the cardboard more easily from her end. She finally kicked a hole between the clear plastic and the cardboard. In pulling her foot back through the hole, her shoe slipped off, so she started kicking with the other foot. The hole got bigger, and finally she could fit her whole leg through. Niesa helped pull the hole open wider as Christy climbed out.

“Thank you so much, I thought I was a goner,” Christy said slipping her foot back into her errant clog. “We’ve got to save Joyce, Luvia, Tamara and Amanda, they were captured with me.”

“Are all these women dead?” Niesa asked horrified.

“I don’t know,” Christy said. “She gives them shots every once in awhile, to keep them alive, I guess. But I don’t know how long you can keep someone alive like that. Being stuck in there was horrible torture, and I was only there for a couple hours.”

Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming down the steps. “We better get out of here,” Niesa said. She was about to dive off the shelf onto the floor.

“What are you doing? You’ll kill yourself!”

“No it’s ok, watch,” Niesa said as she hopped off the shelf. She landed hard on her feet, but felt no pain. “Come on, jump Christy, you won’t get hurt, trust me.”

Christy hesitated at first, not sure if she was going to make it, but she heard the Mistress’s footsteps getting closer and decided to take a chance. She jumped, right into the Mistress’s hand.

“You naughty girl,” she said looking down at Niesa. “I told you to stand still,” Niesa tried to run away but the mistress scooped her up in her other hand. “Two naughty girls who need to be punished,” she put Niesa in her left hand with Christy and squeezed them tightly. Though neither could feel any pain, it was very uncomfortable being in such close proximity.

“I’ll teach you to stand still,” she said grabbing some glue and a petrie dish from a drawer with her free hand. She dumped some of the glue into the dish. “You will have to stand in here from now on,” she said as she forced the girl’s shoed feet into the glue. Niesa and Christy tried to move their feet, the glue was not yet dry but it had a firm enough hold on their shoes to make it impossible not to slip out of them while trying to move. The Mistress laughed. “Aww, are your shoes not tight enough on your feet? The glue has a tighter grip on your shoes then your shoes do on your slippery little sensitive little feet. Oh well, guess you’ll just have to stand there if you want to keep them on. I don’t recommend walking in that glue in your stockings either, or you’ll really be stuck.”

The longer they stood there the harder it was to move their feet without leaving their shoes behind. Niesa looked at the edge of the dish. If she could reach her hands to the edge, she may be able to do a cartwheel out of her shoes and escape the dish without getting stuck. Of course, she’d still be at the Mistress’s mercy, only this time minus her shoes, so it didn’t seem like a risk worth taking. The Mistress could tell the girls were getting frustrated and was enjoying every second. She took a few more pictures of them in this predicament, and tickled them a bit with a feather.

“Cootchie cootchie coo!” she said as she tickled Christy under the neck with a tiny pigeon feather. She lifted up Christie’s arm and tickled her under the arm. “Cootchie Cootchie coo.”

“Hahahahah! Stop!” Christy laughed uncontrollably and tried her best not to fall onto the glue.

“How about your breasts,” the Mistress said as she undid Christies barmaid uniform exposing her large D sized breasts.

“No please don’t!” Christy protested. But the Mistress tickled her erect nipples with a feather. “Cootchie Cootchie coo,” she continued to say as the feather moved down to her belly.

Christy lost it and burst into uncontrollable laughter. “DAHAHAHA! Oh my god! Stop! Hahahahahaha!”

The Mistress couldn’t wait any longer and lifted little Christy up out of her shoes. “Oops, looks like you lost your shoes,” the Mistress teased. “Guess I’ll have to tickle your feet then.

“Noooooo! Ahahahahahahahah!” Christy laughed as the feather stroked her tiny soles.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have packaged you, you’re too much fun. I’ll keep you around my doll house for awhile,” the Mistress said as he continued tickle torturing Christy.

With the Mistress’s full attention on Christy, Niesa decided to make her move. She braced herself for a cartwheel, something she was an expert at. This one was going to be difficult though because she had to completely avoid touching the glue, and her feet were in a weird starting position. To top it off, her shoes were glued to the ground. But her shoes were loose enough to pull it off. For the first time today she was happy that her shoes felt too loose. She took a deep breath and fell forwards letting her heels slip out of her shoes. Her hands grabbed the end of the petrie dish. She then lifted her toes out of her shoes and brought her feet over her head with sweeping momentum. And with the grace of a ballerina she brought her stocking feet down on the other side onto the dry desk and stood up.

She had succeeded and was out of the dish, and had not yet been noticed. She ran off the desk now in her stocking feet and landed hard on the floor. She hated to leave Christy in the clutches of that sick and twisted woman, but she had to find a way to get help. She heard Christy laughing in the distance as she ran towards the nearest exit.



The drive back to the Turam family home was uneventful. Beth was still a little worried about Niesa. They went to the hospital to pick her up only to find that she had been signed out by her mother. “I still think she should have called me,” Beth said. But they all decided that it was best to wait until morning.

At the house Kevin’s alarm clock was still going. The first thing he did was shut it off. The box of body stockings was lying on the floor next to his alarm clock. Beth opened the box. It looked as though most of them had shrunken back down to their 5 inch size, but one body stocking, a green one, was larger than the rest.

“Kevin, turn the dial on the gadget,” Beth said holding up the green body stocking. Kevin complied. To every one’s amazement, the green body stocking grew to full size. Beth dropped it on the bed stunned. Kevin continued to turn the dial this time to the left. It shrunk back down to five inches. When he turned it all the way to the right it grew to full size.

“It seems as though the gadget is programmed to control that one particular body stocking,” Kevin said astonished. Beth looked troubled. “What’s wrong Beth?”

Beth just smiled a little sadly. “Nothing, I, I just have to get some air,” she said as she walked out of the house.

Vanessa and Kevin just looked at each other puzzled. Eventually Vanessa followed her outside.

Beth was sitting on the porch swing in deep thought. “You’re thinking about putting that thing on aren’t you?” Vanessa said as she approached her.

“Pretty much,” Beth said.

“Well, I think you’re crazy for even considering it. Once you put it on you’re stuck in it. Who knows if we’ll ever figure out how to get it off? And yeah, maybe you can change size for awhile, but without that thingamajig, you’re pretty much as vulnerable as the rest of us.”

“But there’s more to it than that,” Beth said. “I feel like I’m getting close.”

“Close to what?”

“Close to finding out what happened to my mother and sister. Remember how I told you how they disappeared on the way over here?”

“Yeah, how could I forget.”

“Well, I’ve been searching ever since for some clue to the mystery, and today I’ve gotten loads of clues. I feel like putting that thing on is the next step I need to take to finding them. I’m just scared to take it.”

“Then don’t take it. You can figure this mystery out without putting that damn thing on.”

“Niesa told me that the box with the pantyhose is in the girls locker room in the phys ed building. If I could shrink myself down, I could sneak in and read the shipping label of the box, then sneak out. We could find out where these pantyhose came from and that would lead us to the source. The ability to change size would come in handy when investigating the source. Maybe I’ll find out what happened to my Mother and sister. Maybe I’ll find them alive. I have to take that chance.”

“You’re crazy, you know that? You’re taking an awful risk, there are other ways to investigate, you don’t need special size changing powers.”

“What if they’re armed? These people who shipped us the pantyhose are dangerous, I’m sure of it. I need all the protection I can get. Putting on that body stocking may be a huge mistake, but, it just seems like something I have to do now. All the clues led us here. It must be the next step.”

“Well, I guess I can’t stop you. I hope you like the color green.”

“It was always my favorite color. I am Irish you know.”

Vanessa just laughed, “Whatever Beth. I hope you find your Mother and sister.”

And with that Beth got up off of the swing and back into Kevin’s room. She picked up the green body stocking and looked it over for a few minutes. “Not a bad color,” she said taking a deep breath. She carried the undergarment to her old bedroom and shut the door behind her.

“Umm, is she doing what I think she’s doing?” Kevin asked.

“Yep.”

“I have the coolest step sister in the world,” Kevin said smiling.

Suddenly the door opened and Beth stepped back out. “I think I’ll take a shower first.”




Sarah and Lisa had been sleeping in the cell beds for a few hours when a guard came to open the door. They were exhausted and had fallen asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow. They didn’t even bother to take their boots off.

“You are free to go, fair ladies,” the guard said bowing low and waking them up.

“Free?” Sarah asked groggily. “To go where?”

“Duchess Lucy will take you home, I will take you to her,” Sarah and Lisa looked at each other puzzled. It was strange to be treated so respectfully all of a sudden. They followed the strange looking guard out of the cell and through the winding hallways.

“So what’s your name?” Lisa asked.

“I am Yer, first security officer, fair lady.”

“So your from Taaj, right?” Sarah asked somewhat sarcastically.

“Yes,” he said sadly. He stopped in his tracks, put his hand on his chest and looked up for a moment, then continued walking.

“Why did you do that?” Sarah asked.

“Every time we’re reminded of Taaj, it’s customary to stand and reflect in respect.”

“Seems a bit of a pain in the ass if you ask me,” Sarah laughed.

Yer stopped for a moment and gave her a dirty look. “Since you’re a lady, and you’re not familiar with our history I will try to forget that you said that.”

“Sorry,” Sarah said defensively.

“It’s okay, I thought the queen had told you,” Yer said turning away though still clearly hurt. “You see Taaj was destroyed many years ago in a war with the Trafulites. There are less than a hundred of us alive. All of our fertile females were killed. Our species was doomed until we discovered you humans.”

“Wait, what?!”

The door in front of Sarah suddenly opened and the lab in which she and Lisa had been tickle tortured was revealed to them again. The guard motioned them to enter. “All will be explained soon enough,” he said. “I’m just a guard. I don’t deal in these sorts of interspecies politics. Speak with Duchess Lucy. She was a human like you, but now she’s one of us. You’ll find that women are treated like royalty here,” he said as he led them into the lab. “Now I must go. It was a pleasure serving such beautiful ladies,” he said as he left.

Sarah and Lisa had never been in the main part of the lab. It was huge. They could see the two glass enclosures on the side. They shuddered at the memory of what had occurred in there. At the far end near a large door designed for a full sized human stood Lucy, still full sized. Sarah couldn’t understand how she could live as a Taajian when she was nearly six foot tall. Lucy saw them enter and motioned them to come closer, she was holding some sort of pouch. The girls looked at each other nervously. Suddenly a rumbling was heard all around them. Sarah was beginning to wonder if they were actually in a spaceship that was moving.

“Girls don’t be afraid. This pouch is designed specifically for Taajians. It’s very comfortable,” Lucy said at last.

“We don’t trust you!” Sarah yelled, though her tiny voice was probably not much more than a squeak in the large room.

Lucy sighed and sat down at one of the computers. She turned to face the girls. “Come here,” she said, “let’s just talk for a few minutes.”

With some trepidation, Sarah and Lisa approached Lucy. She was an imposing sight, still towering over them while seated. But she had a kind hearted look on her face, one that was strangely trustworthy considering what she had done to them. Lucy crossed her legs. Sarah tried to pear up her pant leg to see if she was wearing the stocking, but her boot went up too high.

“You have every reason not to trust me,” Lucy said. “I wouldn’t trust me if I was in your position. And believe me; seven years ago I was in a position very similar to yours. It changed my life forever. But I don’t regret a thing that has happened to me. Had it not been for those events I wouldn’t have the family I have now. I wouldn’t be helping to save a noble species from going extinct. I realize that some of the tactics that were used were a little unsound, but those were desperate used by a desperate people barely clinging life and begging for our help. It was justified. And in the end, they have helped me much more than they hurt me, just like we’re trying to do for you, if you’d only see it.”

Sarah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This woman actually believed she was helping to save an alien race from extinction by making babies for them. “Is that what this is all about?” Sarah said in disbelief. “You want us to join your kinky alien orgy and give birth to alien babies?”

“You don’t believe it because you haven’t seen the worlds that I have seen, or done the
work that I have done. You don’t know how rewarding it has been to help rebuild a civilization. I don’t expect you to understand yet. But yes, I would like you to join us eventually.”

“Hmm, let me think about it,” Sarah said, “How ‘bout, no!”

“Lisa?” Lucy asked.

“I’m going to have to agree with Sarah, I just want to go home now,” she said, almost crying.

“I see,” Lucy said sadly. “It wasn’t our intention to ask you to join us so soon anyway. But since you figured it out …,”

“Was it your intention to give us a choice?” Sarah accused.

“Of course,” Lucy said defensively. “I didn’t have a choice. But now that there are Taajian children we can afford to give choices to our newer recruits. But to be honest, I’m glad they didn’t give me a choice. I most certainly would have chosen not to be a part of this great project. It would have been the biggest mistake of my life. I probably would have wound up in the hands of the Doll Collector and lived a life of torture and misery.”

“Spare me the Doll Collector story,” Sarah said, “I don’t buy it. I don’t buy any of this. I just want to go home.”

“That was the Queen’s order,” Lucy said. Suddenly the rumbling stopped and there was a bump. Lisa and Sarah nearly fell over. The door behind Lucy opened. There were trees outside and the sun was just beginning to rise. They were definitely on Earth.

“No transporter beam? No space shuttle?” Sarah asked suspiciously.

“This lab is actually also a shuttle that takes you from planet to ship,” Lucy explained.

“A likely story,” Sarah said nudging Lisa. “We never left Earth. Whoever’s behind this sure went through a lot of trouble to get their jollies.”

Lucy just ignored her comment. “Time to get into the pouch,” she said, “Unless you want to walk home.” Lisa and Sarah reluctantly climbed into the black pouch that Lucy held out for them. It was surprisingly comfortable. It had a little section for each of them, but had enough room for them to move. It was like a sleeping bag with a built in pillow back, except meant to be stood up vertically. Lucy put the pouch in her suit pocket. This gave the girls an excellent view of where they were going. Even Sarah had to admit that it was a nice way to travel.

With the passengers stowed away, Lucy exited the lab and got into a nearby car. A very attractive young Asian woman dressed in a black business suit that was similar to Lucy’s was sitting in the driver’s seat. “Hi Faye,” Lucy said upon entering, “We’re all set.”

“Hi girls,” Faye said smiling at Lisa and Sarah. The girls just looked at her quizzically. “Okay, don’t say hi,” Faye said sarcastically as they drove off.

[Mandrake]

Chapter 7 – Strapped to the Devil


“You can’t hide forever little girl, I’ll find you soon enough and you’ll be punished accordingly,” the Mistress said as she scanned the floor for Niesa. She was still holding Christy tightly in her right hand.

Niesa had been hiding in a small hole underneath the steps when she felt someone poke the back of her neck. Startled she turned around. It was a young woman, but it was so dark she couldn’t make out her face. There was someone else with her. Suddenly the lights were turned on and the room was lit up almost blindingly. After Niesa’s eyes adjusted she saw that she was standing next to Luvia and Amanda. They were dressed like schoolgirls with jackets, ties, plaid skirt, their black pantyhose and loafers.

“Follow us, Niesa,” Luvia whispered as they retreated deeper into the hole. As darkness engulfed them Amanda lit a small toy light that lit their way forward. It seemed that they were under the steps. Cobwebs were seen everywhere and Niesa struggled to wipe them off as she walked through them. “Watch out for spiders,” Luvia warned. Niesa shivered, she had a great fear of spiders, and now that she was only five and a half feet high she had greater reason to fear them. She suddenly felt her soft sensitive stocking foot step on something furry that tickled her. She giggled and fell over as it moved then screamed in fear.

“Oh God what did I step on!” Niesa shrieked as she curled up into a fetal position.

“A spider,” Luvia said calmly as Amanda revealed the scurrying spider with her light. “Don’t worry. You’re still bigger than them. Just try to watch where you step.”

“I can’t take this!” Niesa said. “I have to get out of here, I can’t stand spiders. I can’t walk down here without shoes.”

Amanda shined her light on Niesa’s twitching stocking feet. “Oh you poor thing, where are your shoes?” Amanda asked sympathetically.

“Well one of my sneakers got destroyed by a car, who knows what happened to my gold flats, but they’re probably way to big for me now anyway. I did have a nice pair of red flats that more or less fit me at my new size, but that fucking psycho glued them to a petrie dish and I had to abandon them. I’ve had no luck with shoes it seems.”

“We have extra shoes in our doll house,” Luvia said reassuringly. “Now get up so we can get there,” Luvia said helping Niesa up.

Amanda led the way through some more cobwebs until they saw a light up ahead. Passing through another hole Niesa found herself in another dollhouse, this one not as nice or well kept as the first one she was in. Dust was all over the place, and it seemed as if there were a lot of cracks in the walls on the floor. Joyce and Tamara were sitting on a table munching on some pieces of bread when they entered. Tamara was dressed like a barmaid like Christy was, and Joyce was dressed like a librarian with a conservative dress, glasses and high heels.

“Niesa!” they said surprised to see her. “How’d you get here?”

“I wish I knew,” she said gratefully dropping into a chair next to them. “I fell asleep in an ambulance and woke up in a dollhouse with a crazy lady who packages miniaturized women as dolls. How’d you guys get here?”

“It’s a long story,” Amanda said. “Why don’t you fill her in while I try to find her some shoes?”

“Well, it’s really Christy’s fault,” Joyce said as Amanda walked upstairs to the bedrooms.

“That’s not fair, Christy couldn’t have known what Fred was going to do,” Tamara said.

“True, but if she hadn’t promised Fred a favor and dragged us along we wouldn’t be here,” Joyce explained, “You see, Fred helped Christy get rid of a few undesirables at her party today, or was it yesterday?”

“Who knows what day it is anymore, so much has happened I lost track of time,” Luvia said.

“So anyway, in return for the favor, Fred took us to his uncle’s furniture store. He wanted us to do some modeling for the store. Little did we know the sort of furniture we were going to be modeling,” Joyce said.

“Vanessa came with us, but she had enough sense to bail before setting foot in that place. Saved her little foot a lot of torture,” Luvia commented.

Amanda came down the steps with a pair of white high heels. “I’m afraid this is all I could find. No strap I’m afraid, but I find that any shoe is comfortable with these nylons.”

“That’s okay,” said Niesa as she slipped into the pumps. “It’s better than getting tickle tortured any time you step on something soft.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Joyce continued. “The ‘furniture’ Fred had us sit in was something he called the devil.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Joyce,” said Luvia. “At first he had us sit in regular couches and stuff. It seemed normal enough. He snapped some pictures of us as we posed on beds. But then he led us into the basement.”

“Yeah, I thought it was just going to be more couches and stuff that we just sit on and look pretty,” Amanda continued, “But it turned out to be some sort of bondage chairs that he called devils. The back was shaped like an x, where you would strap your arms up leaving your armpits exposed. But the worst part was the bench section. It was adjustable so that your feet could hang off the ends and could be placed in shackles at the ankles leaving them extremely vulnerable.”

“As soon as he turned on the lights and I saw the ‘devils’ lined up along the walls I wanted out,” Joyce said. “There was no way I was sitting on that thing, strapped in or not. Fred told us to calm down, he said that we didn’t have to model it if we didn’t want to but if we did we would get paid something like a thousand dollars or some ridiculous amount.”

“I didn’t buy it,” Amanda said. “It just seemed too creepy. He was looking at our feet the whole time we were there. Our shoes were very loose because of the pantyhose, mine and Christy’s especially, and I think he liked our stocking heels slipping in and out of our shoes as we walked. I knew as soon as I saw the bondage chairs that he wanted to tie us down, strip us of our shoes and probably the rest of our clothes and tickle us. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, especially after what happened at practice. So I tried to leave. The door was locked! Christy demanded that he let us out but instead he tickled her sides and she nearly collapsed in his arms.”

“I didn’t know what to do,” Luvia said, “we outnumbered him but he was so much bigger than all of us and we felt so ticklish and vulnerable, especially with our shoes so loose. But I knew that we had to get the key from him. So while he strapped a struggling Christy to the first Devil I lunged on top of him and shouted at the other girls to get him. He kind of just swatted me away. I fell on my ass but didn’t get hurt, thankfully, so I tried to kick at him in defense. I had forgotten how loose my sneakers were though. He just knocked them right off of my feet. I knew I was in trouble then, because as soon as his fingers brushed my stocking soles I lost it. I pulled my feet away but it was too late, I was at his mercy. He grabbed me and before I knew it I too was being strapped to a devil.”




“Bet you regret pulling that stunt,” Fred said mockingly as he strapped Luvia down. Luvia squirmed angrily, her freshly exposed toes wiggling through her sheer pantyhose. Fred couldn’t resist tickling them.

“Hahahaha!” Luvia laughed uncontrollably. But with her feet strapped down she couldn’t pull her feet back this time. She was quite angry the other girls didn’t come to her aid when she called to them to back her up.

“Wow, those stockings are soft, really sheer too. Never felt anything so smooth. This is going to be more fun that I thought. You girls are really in for it he said looking up at Amanda.

Amanda who was still on the steps felt cornered. She backed away to the door which was still locked. She didn’t know what to do, she had wanted to help Luvia when she lunged at Fred but was too afraid. She knew she would lose her shoes and be overpowered and tickled. But now she was certain that was going to happen anyway. “Please,” Amanda said holding out her hands defensively, “Don’t touch me.”

“Well, whether I do or not is up to you. Would you like to voluntarily sit in one of the devils, or shall I carry you to one?”

Amanda thought for a moment. Either way she was going to end up strapped to a devil. So she figured she may as well sit down on her own terms. So she approached the devil adjacent to Luvia’s. It was an intimidating chair. Seeing Luvia’s and Christy’s armpits exposed for tickling was overwhelmingly tempting. Their bellies were also easy prey and unprotected tickle targets. Poor Christy’s loose pumps hung off the end of the chair and were ripe for the taking. Luvia’s delicious stocking feet were already exposed for horrible tickle torture. And soon Amanda would wind up in that chair. Both girls looked at her sympathetically.

“It’s not going to eat you, sit down,” Fred said smiling. And so, reluctantly, Amanda sat. And carefully placed her feet still in very loose mary janes up on the edge of the chair. She wondered how long he would let her keep them on her smooth stocking feet.

As Fred strapped Amanda into the Devil, Joyce stood back wondering if she should attack. It would be her last chance. She, too, was too timid when Luvia had made her move earlier and was too afraid of being overpowered, stripped and tickled. She knew that kicks would certainly result in the loss of her sneakers and then she would be at the mercy of his tickles which would result in her being strapped to the Devil with her stocking feet exposed just like Luvia. She would need to come at him with something else.

Fortunately, she had noticed a wooden block by one of the devils while Fred was strapping Luvia down. During his confrontation with Amanda, she managed to grab it and sneak it behind her back. With enough strength she may be able to sneak up behind him and knock him out while strapping down Amanda’s feet.

Summoning up all of her courage, she waited for his back to be turned to her and slowly snuck up behind him. The other girls couldn’t help but look at her with hope in their eyes. But their looks betrayed her as if Fred saw her behind him in their eyes. He suddenly turned around just before she was about to deal the deadly blow and caught the block in his hand. He lifted Joyce up by her wrists and brought her face up to his. Her sneakers dangled off her heels as she was lifted off the ground. He shook the block out of her hands and her sneakers slipped off of her feet. Joyce’s eyes lit up with fear as he bit the glasses off of her face and flung them the ground where they shattered.

“I’m going to have to keep an eye on you, but at least now I won’t have to worry so much about your sneaky eyes,” he said as he carried her to the last devil and strapped her in. He resisted the urge to tickle her beautiful wiggly freshly exposed stocking clad toes as he did not want to make the mistake of getting distracted before taking care of unfinished business.

Last but not least was Tamara who stood petrified in her loose sneakers the whole time watching the horrific events unfold. But as soon as Fred approached her defenses kicked in and she went on the attack. She was like a whirlwind of punches and scratches, but was careful not to kick off her precious sneakers that were protecting her ticklish stocking feet. She actually caught Fred off guard and knocked him on his ass. He didn’t realize who he was dealing with. “Don’t you dare try to get me into one of those chairs! I’ll turn your ass inside out!” She threatened.

Fred started to laugh as he slowly and purposely started to get up. “Get back down!” she said kicking him down with her right foot. Fred grabbed her ankle and laughed even harder. Tamara’s confident expression suddenly changed to shock.

“Oops,” Fred said smiling as he slipped the sneaker off her foot. He purposefully allowed the top of the shoe to glide across her sole so that it tickled her as it came off. She fell over laughing. Using her sneaker he gently tickled her sole until she became a tickled mess on the floor. Then he carried her to the last devil and strapped her down. She kicked and thrashed as she tried to strap her feet, “That will cost you your other shoe,” Fred said as he knocked it off her foot and gave her a vicious toe and sole tickling to weaken her before completing her bindings. He now had every girl strapped down and at his ticklish mercy.

He looked at his handiwork with pride and kicked at the empty sneakers on the floor. He lightly tickled Joyce’s stocking feet. She giggled and wiggled her toes uncontrollably and tried to pull her feet away to no avail. Fred just laughed. “Look at these feet. I’ve never seen such pretty little feet. And so soft,” he said as he stroked Luvia’s left foot, she shrieked and curled her toes. “What smooth and slippery stockings. You girls must be dreadfully ticklish. It’s kind of ironic that you sneaker wearing girls all lost your shoes already,” he said as he moved towards Amanda. “I thought for sure that Amanda here would be the first. Surely her shoes are by far the loosest.”

Amanda began to panic as his hands began to move towards her feet. Her mary janes were still on but there was really nothing she could do to keep them on. Her feet were swimming in them and her slippery pantyhose provided no resistance to their removal. Fred did not take them off. He threatened to at first by holding on to the heels of her shoes. She closed her eyes tightly waiting for the moment when she would feel the cold air on her feet. But she didn’t feel it. The anticipation was killing her. He let her shoes go and left them precariously on her feet prolonging her anticipation. Amanda was both relieved and uneasy.

Fred noticed the wide open gaps in her shoes and decided to slip his fingers inside to tickle her with her shoes still on. Amanda’s feet were so warm and soft still in her shoes. Amanda burst out laughing and nearly cried. Fred stopped almost as soon as he started, though he wanted to continue. “I shouldn’t punish Amanda,” he said, “though it is hard to resist tickling her. But she did comply. She didn’t resist when I asked her to sit in the devil. You naughty sneaker wearing girls did. That’s why you all lost your shoes. That’s why you all deserve to get tickled on your stocking feet.”

Fred suddenly turned his attention to Christy who was trying to hold back her tears. “Christy, on the other hand, did try to resist getting put in the devil. She did manage to keep her high heels on though,” Fred said as he walked towards Christy’s feet.

“Fred, please don’t,” Christy pleaded. “You’re really scaring me. If you let us go now I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.”

Fred just ignored her and gripped the heels of her shoes. “Haha, look, your shoes have handles. They were designed for easy tickle access.”

“Fred, please don’t pull my shoes off. I’ll pay you. You know my father’s rich. Just let us go and name your price.”

“I don’t think he can match my price.” The response didn’t come from Fred. It came from a woman who had just entered, a very over dressed woman in her thirties. She looked very wealthy and was dressed in a Victorian dress. She almost looked like a porcelain doll. “Very good work Mr. Geldling,” she continued. “I’m surprised you got them all in bondage by yourself. I’ll have more work for you in the future if you want it, although with the money you’ll be getting from this job, I doubt you’ll need work for awhile.”

The girls all looked at the woman in fear and awe as she gracefully walked down the stairs towards them. “Can I stay Mistress?” Fred asked still gripping the heels of Christy’s shoes, “I was starting to really enjoy this.”

“Of course, Mr. Geldling,” the Mistress said. “I’ll need some help shrinking them down to size. And these bindings won’t hold them as they get smaller so I may need your help containing them.”

“Shrink us down?” Amanda asked worriedly as the Mistress approached her vulnerable mary janes.

“Yes my dear,” the woman smiled. “Don’t worry, the process is quite pleasurable. Oh what cute shoes you’re wearing. Mind if I have a look?” The Mistress said cupping her hands around the heels of poor Amanda’s loose shoes.

“I suppose there’s no use in me saying you can see them fine without taking them off my feet,” Amanda said nervously as her feet panicked to stay in her shoes.

“You’re funny and cute. I’m going to enjoy your company.” The Mistress slid Amanda’s shoes effortlessly off of her dainty wiggling stocking feet.

“Noooo!” was all Amanda said as she felt the cold air on her sensitive ticklish feet.

The Mistress looked at her cute little feet and smiled. “I never get tired of doing that,” the Mistress said. Dropping Amanda’s shoes on the floor she instantly began her assault on Amanda’s soles with her long fingernails. Amanda screamed with laughter.

Fred watched and smiled. He soon turned his attention back to Christy’s pumps which he was already sliding off of her heels without even realizing it. “Please,” Christy pleaded, “Don’t take them off.”

Fred slowly pulled on the high heel of her shoe exposing more of her soft pink heels through the nylon. He left her shoes dangling for a moment off her toes. Christy curled her toes to try and slip her heels back into the shoes. The shoes were pretty big on her feet and she managed to slip her heels back in. “Thank you, Fred,” she said sighing in relief. Fred looked at her shoes again for a bit. They were so loose and slipped off and on so easily. He had to see her do that again. He grabbed the heels of her shoes again and slipped them off her heels.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he laughed and let go of her shoes. Christy sighed and curled her toes again, wiggling her feet back into her shoes. Fred laughed at the sight and decided to give Christy a bigger challenge. This time Fred decided to pull her shoes way off her feet and left them dangling off the tip of her big toes. He exposed most of her arches and all of her toes except for the tip of her big toe from which her shoes hung precariously. Christy shrieked at the predicament.

“Fred, leave my shoes on my feet please!” Christy cried as she tried her best to wiggle her big toes to maneuver the shoes back on. She seemed to be making progress as the shoes were inching their way back down her toes and covering more of her feet. Fred was getting excited but decided to make it really difficult for her. He stroked her instep with his index finger. “Aaaaaaak!” Christy shrieked. Her foot jerked nearly kicking the shoe off. “Stop it Fred!” Fred took her protest as his queue to go all out and tickled her soles furiously.

Christy’s feet jerked wildly and her toes wiggled. All hope of maneuvering her shoes back onto her feet were dashed when she saw them fly off and heard them hit the floor. She cried out in laughter and terror as he tickled in between her toes through her very thin and very smooth pantyhose. This was a thousand times worse than when Jon tickled her because she couldn’t fight back. She was bound, worst of all she was scared as hell of Fred and the woman she was with, there was no telling what they were going to do to them. All she could do was hope it would end.

Meanwhile the Mistress had moved on from Amanda’s feet and was now tickling her armpits through her thin blouse. With her arms bound over her head there was nothing Amanda could do but laugh and laugh hard. “I thought I’d give your feet a break, you looked like you were about to pass out, love,” she said. “But it looks like you’re just as ticklish up here. Cootchie cootchie coo.”

“Oh God, ahahahahahahah!” Amanda laughed through her tears.

“How about your tummy?” The Mistress asked as she glided her fingers gently around Amanda’s narrow neck and down her perky breasts to her flat belly. Lifting Amanda’s blouse she tickled Amanda’s Belly with a feather she produced from her purse. “ticklee ticklee ticklee, this should shrink you down,” she said as she tickled Amanda mercilessly. Amanda laughed uncontrollably. Some of her stomach was covered by the pantyhose and the Mistress made sure to get both her sheer pantyhose covered belly her bare bellybutton exposed tummy. Both areas were ticklish, but the edge where both met was especially ticklish, and Amanda could hardly take it.

“Hahahhahahahahahahahahahaha,” laughed Christy as Fred continued to tickle her toes and soles. Christy’s feet were so ticklish that her laughter became so exhausting that she didn’t have the energy to continue to remain conscious. She started to become very dizzy and soon her head started to drop.

“You may want to stop tickling her feet and move onto something else,” the Mistress warned Fred. “She’s starting to pass out. These pantyhose make the feet very sensitive to tickling, these young girls can’t take it for long.” But it was too late. Christy was out cold. Fred continued to stroke her soft feet but got no reaction. “No use tickling her when she’s out like that. She won’t shrink unless she feels it.”

“Who invented these stockings?” Fred asked as he started tickling Joyce’s feet much to her protests. Joyce burst out laughing through her curses, all were ignored.

“I did,” the Mistress answered proudly. “With a little help from a few scientist friends I know of course. But it was my idea and my funding.”

“You’re a lunatic,” Tamara said. “How can you expect to get away with this you crazy bitch?”

The Mistress just laughed. “I’ve been getting away with it for years now love,” she said as she approached Tamara’s feet much to Amanda’s relief. “No one knows who I am, where I live, and everyone who works for me gets paid enough to keep their mouth shut which you would do well to do,” the Mistress said as she viciously tickled Tamara’s soles. Tamara burst out laughing and pleaded for mercy. “You should have thought about that before you opened your mouth. Think of this as your punishment, not that it matters much. I guess you would have been tickled anyway. But you pretty much drew attention to yourself with that little comment there.”

Luvia thought about what the Mistress had said. The woman wasn’t wearing a mask. Yet the way she was made up made her hard to recognize. She wore heavy makeup that made her face very pale, almost perfect looking and doll-like. She looked almost unreal. It was kind of creepy actually, but beautiful at the same time. But in a way, it was sort of like a disguise. She just looked like a very heavily made up woman. Any young attractive woman made up that way would look the same as her and would be hard to tell apart from one another. She started to become very curious about her and wanted to learn more. “Mistress, who are you?” she finally asked.

The Mistress suddenly turned to Luvia and stopped tickling Tamara. She looked at her quizzically. “Do you want to be tickled now?” she asked Luvia.

Luvia just shook her head. The Mistress walked towards Luvia’s feet and stroked them gently. Luvia giggled but tried her best to control her laughter. “Why do you dress like that?” Luvia asked showing no fear.

“Inquisitive one, very well I’ll answer your question. I won’t reveal my name. But I’ll tell you this. I am a doll collector. I love dolls. And I dress like this because of just that, I love looking like dolls.”

“Do you want us to become your dolls?”

“You are not dolls,” The Mistress said tickling Luvia’s feet more furiously this time. “You have not earned that title yet.”

“Ahahahahare yoyouuuhuu, wwwwweeaarrrrringgg, ttttheeeessee, pppppannntyyhosssee?” Luvia asked through bouts of laughter.

The Mistress suddenly stopped tickling her. “You ask too many questions. Do you have any ball gags down here?” As Fred tickled Joyce’s breasts he pointed to a ball gag hanging on a wall in the corner. “Good,” the Mistress said as she grabbed the ball gag and gagged Luvia.

Suddenly Joyce slapped Fred across the face. She had managed to get her hand free. “Oww!” he said covering his face. She tried for another slap but he managed to catch it. “She slapped me!”

“Good,” The Mistress said. “You probably deserved it. Plus it probably means the tickling is working. They’re shrinking and the bindings are too large for them. Her hand probably slipped out of the shackles. Make sure you tighten them more securely.”

“Eventually they’re going to be too small for the devils. We won’t be able to strap them down to them.”

“By that time they’ll be so small we won’t need them. Use their shoelaces or something.”




“It seemed to go on for hours like that. That wicked woman and Fred tickling us as we gradually shrunk,” Luvia said.

“It was horrible,” Amanda said. “The worst torture I ever endured, I passed out twice. Each time smaller than before and with less clothes. Before I knew it I was less than a foot tall and tied down with a pair of shoelaces.”

“They stripped us down to our pantyhose and tickled us everywhere, that woman deserves to be locked up, and so does Fred,” said Joyce.

“We woke up in a doll’s house dressed like this,” Tamara said, “and Christy was with us.”

“She took us to a dining room table and gave us some soup. Christy mouthed off to her pretty bad,” Amanda said, “probably why she wound up getting boxed, we all got scared and ran into the hole you just went through and found this old abandoned doll house.”

Niesa thought for a moment before finally speaking. “I woke up in a doll’s house too. And she also gave me soup. She said I was free to leave and that she would return me to my normal size. Must have been all BS, but there’s one thing I don’t understand. How come you all had to be tickled down to size and I just sort of woke up shrunken? I mean, I was semi shrunken when I was in the ambulance, but I was no where’s near 5 inches tall. I don’t remember going through any sort of tickle shrinking torture.”

“Maybe you’re just lucky,” Tamara said.

“The Mistress told me she knew a way to restore me to my original size. Maybe it’s a machine of some sort that we can use,” Niesa said.

“The Mistress is a liar. Didn’t she also tell you that we’re free to leave at any time, and that she was going to return you to your normal size? Don’t believe her lies, you just said it must’ve been all bullshit,” Luvia said.

“I know,” said Niesa. “But that still doesn’t explain why I came here shrunken without having to endure tickle torture. She must have shrunken me some other way. There has to be some sort of machine. Maybe we can use it.”




Beth took a deep breath as she slid the polyphylon body-stocking over her toes. It was the smoothest and softest fabric she ever felt on her feet in her life. She couldn’t help but moan as it softly glided up her leg. She quickly slipped the other foot on glided it up her leg. When she felt it touch her womanhood she was in heaven. She had never put on anything so sensual. As it glided up her mid section she almost lost it the moment it made contact with her breasts. Her arms quickly made their way into the sleeves. It fit better than a glove. Nothing compared to the feeling. It truly was a second skin. Looking in the mirror she never looked better. She looked like a super heroine. The Irish Avenger all decked out in her beautiful sheer green body-stocking.

The rug at her feet tickled immensely, and she knew immediately that this was going to be her greatest weakness from here on out. She tried to put her socks on but found that they just slipped off her feet and did nothing but tickle her more. She quickly pulled her jeans over her body stocking and slipped her feet back into her sneakers sans socks. Her sneakers felt quite roomy and loose now, but tied tightly they did their job. She completed her outfit with her sweater. On the outside, she looked just as she did before. No one would suspect that she was the Irish Avenger underneath.

Opening the door to her bedroom, she headed out. Vanessa and Kevin were standing there waiting.

“Well?” They both said. “Did you do it?”

“Of course, let’s go back to school,” was all Beth said.

“Don’t you want to test it?” Kevin asked about to turn the dial on the gadget. Beth snatched it way from his hand.

“No!” Beth shouted at him. “Kevin don’t ever touch this thing without my permission. In fact I don’t want you to use this anymore. I’ll take control of it from now on.”

“But how are you going to control it when you’re shrunken?”

“I’ll figure out a way.”

“But I was the one who found it and figured out how to use it, how come you get to keep it --,”

“Kevin, shut up, it’s mine now,” Beth said, “Now come on we have a mystery to solve.”

“Whatever,” Kevin said under his breath as he followed her to the car.




That was three hours ago. It was now daylight and Beth was standing in front of the Girls’ locker room holding the same gadget wishing she could take those harsh words back. “Kevin, wherever you are, I’m sorry, and I really need your help,” she thought to herself.

[Mandrake]

Chapter 8 – Shrinking in the Locker Room

Vanessa sat nervously in the locker room. Had her sneakers been tighter she would have been pacing. She finally heard the knock on the door that she was waiting for, but, despite expecting it, it startled her so much that she kicked off her sneakers involuntarily.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed looking at her spread stocking toes stretched out in front of her. One of her sneakers had flown over the lockers and landed on the other side.

"Ow!" she heard a girl say from the other side. Vanessa froze in fear, with her legs frozen and out-stretched in front of her. She didn't know there were other girls in the locker room this early in the morning. Suddenly she saw a girl step out from the other side of the locker row. She was a stunningly beautiful Japanese woman, probably in her twenties, dressed very professionally in a business pants-suit and boots.

"Is this your shoe?" the woman asked holding the sneaker in front of her.

"Yes …," Vanessa said blushing and still frozen. The woman picked up Vanessa's other shoe and walked towards her outstretched stocking feet. She examined them curiously and gently stroked Vanessa's left nylon clad foot with her finger. Vanessa shrieked and pulled her feet away, hugging her knees.

"Ticklish?" The woman asked with a slight smirk.

Vanessa only nodded shyly fearfully looking at her sneakers in the woman's hands. Was she going to keep them? She looked at the woman's face and there was a suspicious look in her eyes as she examined Vanessa's pretty nylon clad toes.

"Those are beautiful stockings you have on," the woman said holding Vanessa's shoes out of reach and reaching for Vanessa's vulnerable toes with her other hand. There was another knock on the door, and like lighting Vanessa quickly got up just before the woman was about to touch her toes.

"That knock was for me," Vanessa said scurrying away from the woman in her slippery stockings. She slipped on the smooth locker room floor and crashed into the door. The woman chuckled.

"You're a clumsy one, aren't you?" she laughed. "You hit my head pretty hard with your shoe."

"Sorry, it was an accident," she said still clumsily fumbling with the lock.

"Well do you want your shoes back?" the woman laughed.

"Yeah," Vanessa said relieved that the woman wasn't going to keep her sneakers. "Just let me unlock this door first."

She finally got the door unlocked and it immediately opened in front of her startling Vanessa so much that she jumped and slid backwards in her stockings. She almost fell over, but Beth rushed in from the other side of the door and caught her.

"Relax!" Beth exclaimed in a very un-relaxing tone as she helped Vanessa up.

Vanessa looked at her angrily "It's about time you got here!" she said accusingly. "Where's Kevin?"

"I've been trying for the last hour to find him. He disappeared after you went to your dorm room to get the locker room key. It turns out he went home with mom and dad," Beth said sighing. "You'll have to be the one to use the shrink …"

"Shhh," Vanessa interrupted and signaled with her eyes to warn Beth that they weren't alone.

"What?" Beth asked confused. Vanessa turned around. The woman was gone. And so were her shoes! "Where are your shoes?" Beth asked looking at Vanessa's feet.

"Dammit!" Vanessa said trying to run, but mostly slipping and sliding on her slick stockings trying to find the woman.

"What are you looking for?"

"She took my shoes! That bitch took my shoes!" she cried out angrily as she slipped and slid clumsily all over the locker room looking for the woman. She finally slipped too clumsily and fell on her butt.

"Who took your shoes?" Beth said almost laughing.

"That Japanese bitch! She was going to tickle me too! What a perv!"

"I thought you said we'd be alone in this locker room at this time of day. Isn't it supposed to be closed?"

Vanessa sighed dejectedly. "Yes. We were. I don't know how she got in here. She didn't look like a student."

Beth looked all around the locker room but couldn't find any sign of anyone else. "There's no one here," Beth said. Giving up her search she walked towards Vanessa who was still sitting on the floor staring at her shoeless feet despairingly. "Come on, stand up Vanessa. I need your help with this," she said helping Vanessa up. She reluctantly stood up still looking defeated at the floor. Vanessa suddenly noticed something she didn't before. It was the woman's clothes lying on the floor near one of the lockers.

"Look!" she said pointing at the clothes.

"What? It's just a pile of clothes, they're all over this messy locker room," Beth said.

"No, it's a business suit," Vanessa said sifting through the pile. "And boots!" she smiled "These are her clothes!"

"What?" Beth said thinking Vanessa had gone crazy.

"And look my sneakers are here!" Vanessa shouted happily. She was about to put them back on when she suddenly looked at the woman's expensive looking leather boots. "Screw these old loose sneakers," she said happily throwing the shoes aside and grabbing the nice boots. The boots were very large and roomy for Vanessa's now tiny feet. But zipped up, they fit a little more securely than her sneakers, but not by much. Still, they looked much more fashionable.

"Happy now that you have shoes?" Beth asked. Vanessa nodded happily. "Good, now we have a mission. You're going to have to operate the shrinker here so that I can crawl under the door to the supply room." Beth handed her the control device which was attached by rubber band to the large laptop battery.

"I don't know if I can use this thing," Vanessa replied as she stared baffled at the device.

"It's easy, all you have to do is turn the knob to the left to shrink me, and turn it to the right to make me grow …"

Suddenly Vanessa felt a tickle on her right toe. "Teeeheheheheeeeheheeee," She started giggling uncontrollably interrupting Beth's lesson.

"What now?" Beth asked irritated.

The tickling increased in intensity, as if tiny fingers were sliding between her nylon encased toes. "Hahahahahah! Something's in my shooohohhooheeeehehekili! Vanessa's laugh became uncontrollable as she started stomping her right foot. She was losing her grip on the control device.

"God damn it Vanessa, give me the shrinker before you drop it!" She said trying to grab the device from Vanessa.

The tickling became more intense as the tiny fingers moved to her arch. "Bahah! The boohoot, dohahaoha!" Vanessa threw up her arms in an uncontrolled frenzy, and the device flew out of her hands. Vanessa fell to the ground twitching, slamming her right boot against the lockers trying to crush whatever was tickling her.

"Vanessa! You idiot!" Beth cried out in anguish as the shrinker crashed to the floor.

The tickling became unbearable as she felt one tiny finger tickling her arch, while the other tickled under her toes. Her nylons only made the sensation infinitely worse. "GAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!" Vanessa laughed loudly for the whole world to hear.

"Vanessa, shut up!" Beth said panicking, trying to get her to stop laughing. She noticed Vanessa kept slamming her right boot into the locker. Assuming that was the cause of Vanessa's outbreak, she grabbed the boot and pulled it off Vanessa's slick nylon foot. Something fell out of the boot when it came off and scurried away. Beth saw it and immediately chased after it.

Vanessa gasped when she felt the cold air on her wiggling toes. Too her relief, the tickling had stopped. She was about to thank Beth when she ran off with her boot. Vanessa looked at her once again exposed sensitive stocking foot. "Dammit." She sighed. "Beth give me back my boot!" she called back looking around to see where she threw her sneakers.

Beth came back, but not with her boot. "Did you see her?" Beth asked trying to catch her breath.

"Beth, where's my boot?" Vanessa asked irritated.

"Forget about your boot and answer me! Did you see that tiny little naked woman running around the floor?"

"No Beth, I didn't," Vanessa said, now being the irritated one. "I appreciate what you did, but I want my shoe back. I hate walking around in these stockings."

"You didn't see her? I didn't get a good look at her, but she was wearing a black outfit, with some white spirals."

"I thought you said she was naked," Beth said standing up.

"She was! Well sort of. The outfit she was wearing was really sheer. You could see all of her naughty bits through it. Like a body stocking! She must have been wearing a body stocking like me!"

"Hmm," Vanessa said thinking about it. "Maybe she was the Japanese woman who disappeared."

"Yes! You said she was wearing those clothes. She probably shrunk so fast that she fell into her boot. So you put her boot on with her in it!" Beth thought for a second realizing what she had just said. "Ughh … the poor woman."

Vanessa rolled her eyes. "How could she have survived my stomping?"

"You know how invulnerable these pantyhose are, it must have protected her. We have to find her! She knows how to change size at will! She can help us!" Beth said excited.

"How do you know she's on our side? She seemed pretty creepy when I was speaking to her," Vanessa said cautiously.

"Either way, she probably knows something we don't. She disappeared through a hole in a locker near the supply room door. Can you unlock it?"

"No, my locker's right here," Vanessa said pointing to a nearby locker. "Just because I have the key to the locker room doesn't mean I have the key to all of the lockers."

"Maybe you can shrink me and I can fit through the hole," Beth said walking towards the shrinker. "I hope you didn't break it."

"It was your fault for handing it to me in the first place. I have no clue when it comes to electronics."

Beth sighed when she picked up the control device. The shrinker itself was fine, but the battery had cracked in two. Beth tried to turn it on but had no luck. "God dammit," she said. "Now what are we going to do?"

"Go to the police, like I've been saying this whole time."

"You think they're going to believe a word of it? They'll keep us detained for hours, and we'll never be able to find out what happened to my mother and sister … and Niesa too … she still hasn't called me."

"Well I think the police are better equipped to find them than we are. What am I four and a half foot tall now? It's getting ridiculous."

"But we're invulnerable. We're super heroines, don't you see? We can't be harmed, and we can change size once we get a battery."

"You can change size. I'm just going to continue shrinking until I'm nothing for all I know."

Beth sighed. "Alright we'll call the police, but only after we get another laptop battery. This way I can at least escape if they try to lock me up."

"What, do you think you're going to be able to sneak that thing passed the police? Who's going to operate the shrinker?"

"I will," said a familiar voice from outside the locker room.

"Kevin!" Beth exclaimed with joy as she ran to hug him.

"It took forever to find this place," he said smiling. "Some of the gym teachers gave me suspicious looks when I went down here."

"The teachers are here already? What time is it?"

"It's almost seven. We better hurry before they open the locker room."

"So what made you change your mind, Kevin?" Beth asked kissing him on the cheek.

"I never did. Do you think I'd give up potentially discovering aliens and becoming a superhero? I was a little mad at you so I didn't want to talk to you, but I had always planned to help you. Still, I had to tell mom and dad a phony story so that they'd stay another night."

"What did you tell them?"

"That you were arrested for drunk driving."

"What? Why that excuse?" Beth asked angrily.

"I gave them the address of a police station in the next town. They'll be gone all day. We'll have enough time to solve this mystery."

"Kevin, couldn't you have come up with an excuse that isn't going to fuck up my life?"

"Relax, it's not like you really got arrested. And mom hates you already anyway."

"Yeah, but now she has a reason to turn dad against me too. And by the time we get a new laptop battery half the day will be gone."

Kevin smiled again as he pulled a lithium ion battery out of his pocket. "I had a feeling that battery was going to die soon, so I got another one from Dad's laptop."

Beth's face lit up again as she hugged Kevin tightly. "Now, can you fix the shrinker?" she said handing the control device to him.

"The shrinker. Not a bad name for this thing," he said as he re-assembled it with the new battery.

"Beth, I hate to interrupt this happy reunion but I still want my boot," Vanessa sighed.

Beth grunted annoyed. "It's not even your boot," she said as he led her to the locker with the hole in it. The boot was lying on the floor near it. "I threw it at the little woman thinking it would stop her. She's a tough little gal."

Vanessa put her boot back on as Beth kneeled and peered through the hole. "I wonder if she's still in there." Beth suddenly felt her heels pop out of sneakers as a wave of pleasure consumed her. She moaned and slumped forward as it took over her. "Kevin! I'm not ready yet! I need privacy for this!" she shouted as she felt herself shrinking into her clothes. The pleasurable sensations were so intense that she found herself writhing in orgasmic ecstasy on the floor. "Don't watch me shrink!" she cried between moans as she saw the two of them staring at her as she writhed.

But Vanessa and Kevin were incapable averting their gaze as Beth squirmed and moaned as she shrunk out of her clothes. Her sneakers were the first to slip off revealing her pretty wiggling toes in her sheer green stockings. Beth had managed to keep her polyphylon hidden under her regular cloths, and this was the first glimpse either of them had of Beth's polyphylon bodystocking on her skin. They could help but be aroused by the beauty of her cute stocking feet.

Kevin went stiff when she slid out of her shirt and started playing with her boobs through the ultra sheer material. His hand was slowly turning the shrinker dial to the left as if controlled involuntarily to prolong his view of his beautiful stepsister squirming out of her clothes.

Finally, her pants abandoned her shapely luscious legs and she was left naked in her super sheer green body stocking. Beth had always dressed so casually. Kevin never saw her in stockings, or a dress for that matter. She was a jeans, t-shirt and sneakers kind of girl all the time. It was so sexy seeing her slide out of those casual clothes to reveal such a beautiful feminine body dressed in a very feminine body stocking.

Beth's moans grew louder and more intense even as she grew smaller. By the time she was a foot tall it was clear she was nearing the final stage of her orgasm. Finally she climaxed when she went just below six inches. The dial had turned all the way to the left and she had shrunken as small as she could get. Beth lay there asleep with a huge smile on her face.

"Wow!" was all Vanessa and Kevin could say. "I think I'm in love with my sister now," Kevin said with a blank expression and the biggest boner he'd ever achieved.

Vanessa slapped him to snap him out of it. "Put your adolescent hormones on hold for a bit and let's wake her up."

"I can tickle her," he said approaching her with a maniacal expression.

"No Kevin!" Vanessa stopped him. "Let me do it," with her long hair she started sweeping Beth's doll sized body softly. Her soft hair very gently stroked Beth's sensitive breasts, belly and legs through her smooth body stocking. Beth immediately started laughing and rolling around trying to get away.

"Stop! Hahahah! Stop!" she screamed. Beth raised her head and allowed Beth to catch her breath. She looked at herself, completely exposed now in her sheer polyphylon and suddenly became very self conscious when she saw Kevin and Vanessa staring at her. "Don't look at me, I'm naked!" she shouted trying to cover her breasts and pussy.

Kevin laughed. "You're not naked, you're wearing your green costume," he said as he went to pick her up.

"Don't you dare pick me up, Kevin!" she protested as his fingers wrapped around her body and she was lifted off the ground. She bit and scratched his finger as she was lifted, but Kevin only laughed.

"That tickles, Beth. Maybe I should tickle you back," he said smiling.

"No! Please Kevin!" she begged. His finger brushed against her stocking feet. Though his finger tip was larger than her tiny feet, the ridges of his finger prints tickled her immensely. She laughed uncontrollably again.

"Stop! Hahahahahaaha! Stohahahahahop!" she laughed.

"Okay, that's enough fun, Kevin," Vanessa said taking her out of his hand. "No time for games. She's got a mission to complete." Beth nearly passed out in her hand from exhaustion. "Now don't fall asleep again, Beth. You have to find that Japanese woman."

Vanessa placed Beth in front of the hole in the locker. For the first time Beth felt completely afraid. She peered into the dark hole like it was a hole to hell. She looked up at Kevin and Vanessa with fearful eyes.

"Go on Beth," Kevin encouraged. "This was your idea. You came this far."

Beth took a deep breath and bravely entered the hole. It was completely dark. She felt like she was in total emptiness. "Is there anyone here? Can anyone hear me?" she asked fearfully.

"Yes," Kevin's voice answered. But the voice didn't come from Kevin, it came from the polyphylon she wore. "We can hear you through the shrinker. Just let me know when you need to grow."

It seemed like Beth wandered aimlessly in darkness. "How big is this Locker?" she thought to herself. Beneath her sensitive feet she felt the floor change from concrete to wood. On both sides of her she felt sheetrock. She had somehow left the Locker and was now inside a wall. "Oh god," she said as she felt every little line and imperfection in the wood on her feet, and it tickled her immensely, but she was too scared to laugh.

Finally, she saw a light up ahead, and scurried toward it. It was a hole to the next room! Beth remembered that the Supply room was right next to the locker she had entered. Could this be the way in? She felt her way to the exit and found herself in a large room. There were boxes and equipment everywhere. "I'm in the supply room!" she said excitedly.

"Great!" she heard Kevin say. "Do you see the box?" Beth looked around, the room was huge. There were boxes everywhere. She didn't really know what to look for.

"Who knows? There are boxes everywhere." she answered bewildered.

"Do you want me to grow you?" Kevin asked.

Beth was about to answer yes when she heard some girls talking to each other nearby. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but she did hear the word "polyphylon". "Wait, not yet, there are others here," she whispered to Kevin, "I want to eavesdrop."




"I don't remember what the box looked like, Sarah, you were there when it was opened too," Lisa said as she climbed down from one of the shelves.

"Well it's going to take forever looking for it at this size, if Lucy and Faye can change size, why don't they help us look for it?" Sarah said irritated as she climbed onto a new box on the floor.

"Because they don't like being naked, that's why," Lisa said as she examined the label on the box on the lower shelf. "I overheard Lucy ordering Faye to help us look for the box of polyphylon, but Faye said that she forgot her smaller clothes so there was no way she was going to be running around in just her body stocking."

"They're a bunch of hypocrites," Sarah said dropping down to the ground and almost landing on Beth. Both girls shrieked in fear and jumped away from each other. "Who are you?" Sarah said nervously eyeing Beth's practically naked body in confusion.

Beth suddenly became self conscious of her nudity and she tried to cover her breasts and pussy. She started to run off in her stocking feet, but found this floor to be slicker than the other rooms. She soon slipped and fell over.

"What's going on?" Lisa said dropping down from her box to join Sarah.

"There's another shrunken girl here. Only she's naked … kinda. She looks familiar."

Beth examined Sarah. She was wearing a leotard and boots that fit her small size. She was also wearing the sheer black pantyhose that looked all too familiar. Her face looked familiar too. "Wait," Beth said cautiously, "Aren't you that skater girl I always see hanging around with Eddie and those two douchebags?"

Sarah laughed. "Apparently she recognizes me," she said to Lisa as she approached.

"That's Niesa's roommate," Lisa said examining Beth. "I forgot her name though."

"Well you could ask me," Beth said feeling like they couldn't hear her.

Lisa laughed, "Okay, what's your name."

"Beth," she answered getting off the floor. She was about to cover her privates with her hands again but decided not to. She was going to have to get used to being exposed like this.

"Hi Beth," Sarah said suspiciously. "Now answer my question, what are you doing here?"

"She's looking for the same thing we are," a fourth voice said. It was the Japanese woman. Beth looked at her beautiful body stunned. Her body stocking was mostly sheer black, but had a very sheer white spiral that wrapped around her arms, torso, legs and feet. It was a beautiful pattern, and she was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen.

"Faye!" Lisa and Sarah both said at the same time, they were also stunned by her naked beauty. "How long were you spying on us?" Sarah said quickly shaking off her amazement and going back to her cynical self.

"I wasn't spying," Faye said blushing, "I was hiding. I don't like to be seen when I'm … well … naked. But this girl Beth here, she seemed pretty confident with her nudity. So I figured what the hell."

"A likely story," Sarah said. "But now that you're here maybe you can grow and find this stupid box we're looking for."

"Are you looking for the box of polyphylon pantyhose that was sent to the cheerleading squad?" Beth asked.

"Yes," said Lisa smiling.

Sarah gave her a smack in the back of the head. "Must you trust everyone?"

"Why are you looking for it?" Beth asked.

"We could ask the same of you," Sarah responded.

Beth thought for a moment. She decided to tell the truth, it was the brave thing to do after all, and she was the Irish Avenger. "I'm doing it to save my friends," she said, "And to catch the villain behind this polyphylon plot."

Faye was clearly impressed. "Have you met the doll collector?" she asked intrigued. "Did you escape from her layer?"

"What?" Beth asked confused.

"You must have heard of her," Faye prodded. "No one trapped in the body stocking was ever able to hide from her for long. Well … except us."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Beth said completely confused, "I just want to find out who sent that box of pantyhose to the cheerleaders."

"The Doll Collector sent that box," Faye said, "She's the one behind all of this. We're here to find the same box you are so that we could find out her true identity."

"It was my idea too," Lisa said smiling.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Well now that we know that we're here for the same reason, why don't we find this box. Faye, grow, so you can find it faster."

"Good idea," Faye said, "Okay Lucy, grow me." There was a pause, and nothing happened.

"Dammit," Lucy's voice said from Faye's polyphylon, "I think the battery's dead, I'll have to recharge it."

"Didn't you bring an extra?" Faye asked annoyed.

"You have the extra batteries, they're in your suit jacket, remember?" Lucy said.

"Fuck," Faye said.

"You don't have to fear," Beth said heroically. "Kevin, grow me."

"Aye aye," Kevin said from Beth's polyphylon.

At first, Beth felt an itchy sensation all over her body as she felt herself getting larger. Then it started to feel more like a burning sensation. "Wow this hurts," she said. The more she grew the more painful it became. "Aaah!" she squealed in pain as she tried to rub her skin. As she approached her full height she found it to be the most painful thing she ever experienced. She cried out "Make it stop, Kevin!" she screamed. When she finally reached her full size, she collapsed from the pain and passed out. Sarah and Lisa looked at her stunned.

"Great … an amateur." said Faye dejectedly. "Lucy, get down here and get the batteries out of my suit pocket."

"Okay, but I'm not sure if they're going to just let me into the girl's Locker room," Lucy said, "There are a bunch of teachers in the gym now."

"I can get you in," Vanessa said from Beth's collapsed body. "There's a side entrance no teachers ever use. I'll show you."

"Sounds good," said Faye. "Might as well look for the box while we wait," Faye said.

"Wait," Sarah said suspiciously. "There's too much weird shit going on. I want to know exactly what's going on before I start climbing on boxes following weird orders. Why are you small of a sudden wearing that crazy outfit? What's green girl's angle and how can she grow? Why can't me and Lisa change size and talk to our stockings like you guys."

Faye sighed. "Okay, I'll try to explain it. My body stocking has a control device that can change my size. Lucy is controlling it from outside and she communicates to me through it, but the battery is dying so it won't change my size right now. She shrunk me because I told her to. I did it to get away from 'green girl' here, who at the time, I thought was one of the Doll Collector's minions. It turns out she's not bad; she's on our side and wants to stop the Doll Collector too. You can't change size or talk to your stockings because you don't have a control device that works with your polyphylon, and even if you did, you have no one to control it and talk to. Understand?"

Sarah just stood their baffled. "I guess," she said unsure of herself.

"Good, now find that box."

"I found it!" Lisa shouted. Sarah and Faye ran towards her. Faye slipped on her stocking feet and nearly crashed into the box. "It says it came from Nylon Gabrielle Warehouse at 46 Junction Avenue," Lisa said as she read the return address.

"Is that all it says?" Faye asked.

"Yeah, well then it lists the school's address, but that doesn't help us."

"And you're sure it's the right box?"

"Definitely, I remember it said 'pantyhose: sheer black' on the label like it says here," Sarah said trying her best to peel open the box, suddenly she lost her footing and fell into the box. "And look, there are still some pantyhose left. They've all shrunken to doll size."

"We should take the box with us," Beth said surprising everyone. She was awake and sitting on the floor where she collapsed. "I know where Junction Avenue is, I can take us there." She stood up and opened the box the rest of the way. She grabbed Faye and a protesting Sarah and dropped them into the box as well. Then she unlocked and opened the door back out into the Locker room where Kevin, Lucy and Vanessa were waiting for them.

"We should get going," Beth said. "Lucy, right?"

"Yes," Lucy said smiling, "Nice to meet you Beth, it's good to have someone else on our side."

"Right," Beth said taking charge. "Get Faye back to her normal size so that she can get dressed and get out of here. If you don't mind I'd like to put my clothes back on too. They'll be opening up the Locker room any minute now so we better be quick."

"Sounds great," said Lucy surprised at the girl's confidence.

[Mandrake]

Chapter 9 – Nylondon

They were definitely in some sort of storage closet, that much was certain. But it was huge and well lit. Niesa led the way, navigating a maze of empty doll boxes and dusty doll houses.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to be wandering around out here? We'll be discovered for sure!" Amanda said nervously.

"There's no room for a normal sized person to step through here. Besides, do you want to hide in that doll house forever? Plastic food won't sustain you for long," Niesa responded.

"Don't talk about food," Tamara said, "I'm starving. In fact, I'm starting to smell cookie dough. I must be hallucinating."

"No, I smell it too," Joyce said, "It's coming from that doll house," she pointed to a rather well maintained dollhouse nearby. Compared to the other dollhouses, this one was significantly less dusty. "Let's check it out."

From inside the dollhouse, voices could be heard, although they couldn't make out what was being said. The girls looked at each other quizzically. Luvia knocked on the door nervously. The voices from the inside were quieted at the sound. Finally a female voice was heard "who is it?"

"Umm …" Luvia stammered, "We're cheerleaders for Oregon State University?" she answered uncertain if it was a wise response.

Tamara punched in her the arm indicating her dissatisfaction at the response. "Why don't you give them our home addresses while you're at it!" she said.

"Hey!" Luvia said rubbing her arm, "I didn't hear you recommend any …"

The door swung open, interrupting their quarrel revealing a beautiful woman clad in Victorian clothing. Niesa recognized her immediately. "Penelope?" she asked nervously.

"Oh shit, she's one of her pets!" Tamara said. "I knew we shouldn't have poked around here."

"Relax girls, I'm on your side," Penelope said. "I won't tell her you're hiding down here. You're not the only ones. Why don't you come in and have something to eat, we have water too."

The girls were all feeling very thirsty, but were still suspicious. "How do we know we can trust you?" Niesa asked.

"Well, I guess there's no way I can prove it to you. But what else are you going to do, run away and hope I don't rat you out?" Penelope said reassuringly. A Chinese girl came up from behind her, this one dressed astonishingly like a video game character Niesa recognized.

"We have cookies, and some miso soup," the girl said.

"Haha, you're dressed like Chun Li," Tamara laughed as she examined the blue dress, brown pantyhose and white boots.

"From Street Fighter, I know," the girl blushed. "It was the Doll Collector's idea, not mine."

"So, are you going to come in? Or stand out there until she finds you?" Penelope asked as the girls looked to each other for approval. With no clear alternative they decided to follow her inside the well maintained dollhouse. She led them to a dining room and gestured for them to sit. There was another girl, dressed like another popular character Niesa could not put her finger on. She had green hair and wore a black leotard with purple bat patterned pantyhose and purple boots. She also had bat shaped wings on her back and on her tiara. She proceeded to serve them doll sized cookies, miso soup and water in plastic doll sized cups.

"So where did you get this food?" Niesa asked suspiciously.

"I sneak it down here when I get the chance," Penelope replied as she bit into a cookie, indicating that it was safe for them to eat.

"Where are we anyway?" Tamara asked gratefully sipping from her soup.

"This is one of her storage closets. She keeps most of her junk in here. She never seems to come here, so it's an ideal place for escapees like you."

"Is it always this well lit?" Niesa asked.

"Yes, Dr. Jasmine keeps the light on for us," the Chun Li girl said.

"Dr. Jasmine?"

"She's my sister," Penelope said as the girl who had served them sat down to join them, "She helps us out when she can."

Niesa looked at the girl curiously. "I'm sorry, but it's driving me crazy. Who are you supposed to be?"

The girl sighed, "Morrigan, from Dark Stalkers. The Doll Collector found a buyer who was into buying dolls designed after video games so we were kind of a 'custom design'. Thank god we escaped before she boxed us."

"That woman's a monster," Luvia said shaking her head. "So what are your real names anyway?"

Chun Li and Morrigan looked to each other for approval. "We'd prefer not to give our real names. We've grown a little paranoid, if you understand, just call me Morrigan," Morrigan said a little embarrassed.

"And me Chun Li," Chun Li said with a hint of a giggle. The rest of the girls couldn't help but laugh.

"Tell us more about this Dr. Jasmine," Niesa said eager to get back on topic.

"She's the brains behind this whole operation," Penelope said. "She's the one who invented the polyphylon pantyhose. But don't worry, she's on our side. Ever since she found out what the Mistress's true intentions were, she's been secretly helping us to escape."

"So she knows how to turn us back to normal size?" Niesa said excitedly.

"Yes, of course," Morrigan said.

"So what are we waiting for, let's find her and get back to our normal sizes!"

"It's not that easy," Penelope said calming her down, "The Mistress has her under surveillance at all times. And if we blow our cover by returning to our normal size and escaping, there's no telling what she'll do to the girls still in captivity. On top of that, she has minions all over this mansion. All of whom are clad in polyphylon and are pretty much unstoppable. You never know who to trust here. For all I know, one of you could be her minions."

"So why did you trust us?" Tamara asked suspiciously.

"Well, I know that you just got here, and you were all brought against your will. You haven't been programmed yet."

"What do you mean by 'programmed'?" Niesa asked with a shiver.

"Dr. Sedgewick figured out a way to use polyphylon to control the wearer's mind, at least to a limited degree. It doesn't work on everyone, but it's worked on enough girls to make them soulless minions of The Doll Collector."

"Dr. Sedgewick?"

Penelope shook her head. "Don't get me started on him. He was a colleague of my sister, and helped her come up with the designs for polyphylon pantyhose. Unfortunately, he also is the one responsible for twisting my sister's invention to suit the Doll Collector's sick needs. He's just as bad her, if you ask me."

"I don't know about you guys, but I think it's dumb for us to trust any of these mad scientists, your sister included. Why would she invent such a cursed thing?"

"She didn't actually invent it," Penelope said defensively. "Well yes, she invented the pantyhose, but not the polyphylon itself. She's trapped here just like the rest of us."

"What are you talking about?" Niesa asked.

Penelope sighed. "Let me show you something, I'll explain on the way." The girls nervously followed her out of the dollhouse, not quite sure where she was going to lead them. But the tale she spun kept them interested so they followed.




It all started seven years ago. I was in graduate school at the time, at NYU. Jasmine was my roommate. It was Saturday, and Jasmine and I were walking through central park. There was a man there selling polyphylon body stockings. We couldn't believe how indestructible the things were. Intrigued by the chemical composition of the garment, we each bought one and decided to find out what it was, exactly.

Soon after trying it on, I found that it could not be removed. That's when we decided to go to Dr. Sedgewick, my chemistry to professor, to see if he could figure out what was happening. This might have been a bigger mistake than putting the cursed thing on.

I was dressed casually: jeans, a sweater, sneakers, but with the white body stocking underneath. My prof seemed like a nice enough guy … very smart, always helpful to his students, so it started off well, but things got very creepy later on.

"Hello girls," he said as we walked in, "What can I help you with today?"

"We found a material that I think you'll find very interesting," Jasmine said. She was in her final year and was definitely on more equal terms with Dr. Sedgewick than me. She presented him with the body stocking she had bought.

"Lingerie? I didn't know you girls were into that sort of thing," he joked as he carefully handled the very sheer thin body stocking. "My god, I've never seen nylon so sheer. It looks like it's only one denier, maybe less. I don't even think Sophisticate has a line of hosiery this sheer. Was this imported from Nylondon City?"

"Maybe, some small time dealer was selling it for 20 bucks in central park. But I don't think it's nylon," Jasmine said. "Look at the mesh carefully, and test how strong it is. It can't be ripped. The guy at the shop couldn't even cut it with a knife."

"Amazing!" he said trying his best to tear it. "It must come from Nylondon. I've heard Sophisticate moved their headquarters there, and are producing all sorts of new designs. In fact, hosiery has come back in style over there. I kind of miss the old days when it was in style here in New York. I always liked the look. I'd love to take a trip there one of these days

"Is that why they call it Nylondon? I always thought it was a weird name for a city," I asked. I hadn't heard much about Nylondon at the time, only that it was a city state established on a recently discovered archipelago in the Atlantic, and that more and more businesses were moving their headquarters there due to lenient taxation.

"No, the name is derived from New York and London, since it was first settled by businessmen from both cities. Although with what I hear about nylon being all the rage there, it is a somewhat strange coincidence." Dr. Sedgewick continued to stretch and pull at the body stocking but it always found its way back to its original shape. "This is an incredible material. Have you tried wearing it?"

"Not me," Jasmine said, "But Penelope here has, which brings us to the other reason why we came to see you. We can't get it off!"

I blushed when he looked at me fascinated. I felt quite small and somewhat intimidated, although I didn't know I was shrinking yet. He handed the body stocking back to Jasmine as he approached me. "Why don't you bring that body stocking to the lab and run some initial tests on it," he said to Jasmine as he looked at my sneakers. I started to feel uneasy, but Jasmine didn't seem to notice and she left me alone with him. I was about to follow her out when he shut the door behind her.

"Do you mind if I have a look?" he said smiling, but clearly trying to peer through my clothes. "I'd love to see how it looks while worn."

"Umm…" I stammered, not knowing what to say. "I'd rather not. I don't think it would be appropriate."

"Nonsense," he said, "I'm not asking you to take any clothes off. This is purely for science. I just want to see the effect it has on your skin." He dropped to his knees and grabbed by ankle. I shrieked, partly in surprise, and partly because it tickled. Especially when he started lifting my pant leg to expose my nylon clad ankle. "Fascinating!" he said as his finger gently glided across the top of my shoe. I couldn't help but giggle, it really did tickle quite a bit.

"Ticklish are you? I bet these nylons really enhance the effect." He said as his finger lightly entered my shoe. I let out a surprised squeak and backed away, but not before feeling my shoe slide off my heel a bit as his finger came out. My sneakers had been feeling quite loose all day. The last thing I wanted to happen was to lose my shoes in front of him.

"Are your sneakers always so loose?" he asked clearly noticing my heel slip back into the safety of my shoe as I backed away.

"Um … no," I answered nervously.

"It must be the nylon then … so slippery and sheer. I bet you feel like your sneakers are going to fly off at any moment."

He clearly was enjoying this a little too much and probably had a fetish of some sort, so I decided to change the subject as quickly as possible. "Maybe we should see how Jasmine is doing …"

"She just left, it will be some time before she gets the lab set up," he said. "Why don't you sit down for a bit? There's another thing I want to check."

I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to get the hell out of there, but he was my professor and had enough power in the school that I was afraid to do anything to offend him. So I sat down as I was told. I watched with trepidation as he got a ruler and approached my foot. I tried to move my feet away but
he caught my shoe and effortlessly slipped it off my foot. I shrieked in surprise, not expecting to lose my shoe so easily. The cold air on my foot made me feel quite helpless.

"Hmm, size 8.5 in women's size. What is that, about 10 inches?" he said peering into my sneaker. I looked at him stunned. I tried to hide my foot behind my remaining shoe, but he simply grabbed that shoe and pulled it off as well.

"Why are you taking my shoes off?" I squealed as I felt the cold air hit this foot as well. My toes spread and wiggled reflexively.

"I want to measure your feet. I have a bit of a hunch and I want to test something," he said grabbing my ankle and pressing it up against the ruler. "9.6 inches," he said as he held my foot to the ruler. As he did so he caressed the top of my foot gently. I couldn't help but squeal and giggle. "You really are ticklish aren't you?" he said laughing.

"You got your measurements, hehehe, give me back my shoohooes!" I said between laughter.

"Wait a minute, I want to try something else!" he said smiling. He held my foot up in front of his face, and proceeded to tickle my arch mercilessly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" I laughed hard. I had never felt this ticklish before, and he had clearly found my weak point. "STOHAHAHAHAAHOP!" I screamed as I tried kicking him with my other foot. He quickly caught it and secured both my ankles under his arm. He tickled both foot now with his fingers.

"No! Plehehehehehease! Stop!" I cried, tears welling up in my eyes. He was only tickling me for about a minute, but it felt like hours, I had never felt so helpless in my life. I started to become weak from exhaustion, and he could see that I was about to pass out.

"Alright, alright!" he said laughing. He put the ruler up against my foot again and measured. "9.5 inches! Will you look at that? My tickling is shrinking you."

I pulled my feet away and slipped them back into my sneakers, which felt roomier than before. After that moment I lost a lot of my trust in him, especially since he continued to tickle me "accidentally" several times afterwards. But he did help my sister figure out what the body stocking was made of. Unfortunately, by the time they isolated the compound I had shrunken down to 6 inches.

Because I was so small, they recommended I hide in Sedgewick's private lab until they figured out a way to get me back to normal size. Jasmine was afraid to go public with the findings because she didn't want other scientists to poke and prod me and run all sorts of tests on me. Unfortunately, that's exactly what Sedgewick wound up doing in the end.

You see, Jasmine had given me some Barbie doll clothing to wear in the lab so I wouldn't be running around in just my body stocking. One day Sedgewick spied me changing. He didn't know that I knew he was watching, but I could tell he was getting off on it. That night, he came while Jasmine was away and cornered me.

"Hey Penelope," he said. "I notice you're not shrinking any more. I wanted to run one more test on you."

"Go home Sedgewick," I commanded fearfully, "before you do something you'll regret."

"I'm a little hurt by that," he said. "After the straight A's I've been giving you this semester … even though you weren't able to attend any classes?" He grabbed me so fast I couldn't react. I screamed as loud as I could but my tiny vocal chords couldn't really project anything beyond the lab. Sedgewick laughed as he flicked the little plastic shoes off of my feet. I squealed in terror knowing what was coming. He put his free hand into a glove that had tiny, feather like tendrils sticking out of the fingertips. "Let's see if tickling makes you any smaller," he said as his feathered fingers swirled around the soles of my feet.

"Hahahahaha! You Bahahahahastard!" I screamed as I kicked wildly. It still tickled just as terribly as it did the other times, only now it was worse because he was holding my tiny body in his handand I was completely at his mercy.

"Bastard? I think you need a little discipline!" he said as he tore the dress off of my tiny nylon clad body.

"Noo!" I screamed trying my best to squirm out of his, grip, but it was too tight. He then proceeded to tickle my stomach and breasts, and even went so far as to tickle my pussy through the sheer nylon. I was so helpless and mortified I screamed, but the tickling made me powerless. I could do nothing but laugh, squirm and moan helplessly. It seemed to go on for hours, although, I have to admit it was probably only a few minutes. It's amazing how time seems endless when you're being mercilessly tickled.

"You're not shrinking," he said sounding disappointed. "I guess this is the smallest this body stocking can shrink someone. It's as if it's made for an alien race of 6 inch people."

As he contemplated the situation I took the opportunity to bite his hand as hard I could.

"Aaaah! You little wench!" he shouted as he dropped me on the floor. Thanks to the body stocking, I was not hurt. I stood up and ran as fast as I could out of the lab. I could hear him running after me, and it wouldn't be long before he caught up with me, fast as my tiny legs were. I also had hard time with the floor, as my stocking feet seemed to slide and trip me up. I tried using it to my advantage, and slid down a floor banister near a stairway to the lobby.

A cleaning lady had a cart of garbage at the bottom of the stairs. I managed to hide in it before Sedgewick could find me. But things took a turn for the worst when the cleaning lady put the lid on the cart, trapping me inside. For hours, I tried pushing the lid off of the cart, but it was simply too heavy. Exhausted, I finally gave up and fell asleep.

I woke up to the feeling of a hand gripping my body. I was being pulled out of a dumpster by a hobo. I screamed and squealed while the hobo poked me and prodded me playfully. I was frightened beyond all hope, as I knew this would certainly be the end of me. Fortunately, the hobo was not as sadistic as I had feared. I begged him to help me and he told me he would. He gave me some rags from which I could make some sort of clothing, and carried me around with him for awhile. I wasn't sure what to do, I was afraid to go back home. Sedgewick would probably do everything in his power to keep my story under wraps. Still, I didn't know how long I could last as a hobo's pet.

Eventually, he realized the same thing, and sold me to The Doll Collector for a pretty penny. I felt betrayed, but I couldn't blame him, really. I probably would have done the same thing if I was in his position. And we both hoped I would become the pet of some rich lady who would spoil and pamper me. If I only knew what sort of twisted ideas The Doll Collector had I would have fought tooth and nail to stay living on the streets.

I was the first of the Mistress's "dolls". And she would pamper and spoil me. But I learned, very early on, how twisted she was. She would often punish me in the cruelest of fashions when I didn't wear the clothes she set aside for me properly, or if didn't address her properly. I would be stripped, spanked and tickled constantly. She became very interested in my story, and was obsessed with getting more dolls. She got in contact with Jasmine and Sedgewick and agreed to fund their research into polyphylon. For the first time since escaping, I had some hope. I was so happy to see Jasmine again. She assured me that with the money the Mistress provided they would be able to return me back to my normal size.

But, things did not go as we had hoped. The Mistress insisted that the research focus on finding a way to find more shrunken girls, and soon they had developed a machine that detected polyphylon which helped bring her several knew "dolls". In the following years, Jasmine did eventually find out how to control the size changing mechanism, and even remove the polyphylon using a special device she invented, but it only worked the polyphylon material she managed to synthesize, not the ones that we were already wearing. But The Mistress was not interested in getting me back to normal. All she wanted was to get more "dolls" for her to collect, and sell to the underground market.

When Jasmine found out that The Doll Collector wanted the pantyhose mass produced so she could collect more "dolls", she refused to cooperate any further. The Mistress turned to Sedgewick for help. He agreed to develop the pantyhose, but he needed Jasmine's help, since she isolated the compound and was the only one with enough knowledge to synthesize more. Sedgewick tricked Jasmine into wearing one of her own pairs of polyphylon pantyhose to test to see if it could be removed.

But with her trapped in the pantyhose, she was now completely at Sedgewick's mercy. He had the device that controlled her pantyhose and could shrink and grow her at will. She also could not remove it without the device. She became a prisoner like the rest of us, although one that was allowed to remain full size provided she cooperated. She decided to cooperate, not only for her own well being, but also because she knew that The Doll Collector's seemingly limitless funding was the only way to find a means to turn the other girls back to normal. Together they mass produced the polyphylon pantyhose that you girls are now wearing.

But you are only one of hundreds of girls who have been trapped by The Doll Collector. Many are now her mind controlled minions, a small number of them have escaped and are hiding in the storage closet, but the rest are trapped in those boxes, ready to be sold to the sickos in the underground market.




As the girls listened to her story, they had traveled quite a distance. They journeyed through a hole in the wall and seemed to wander in darkness for some time, led only by Penelope's voice. Finally, a bright light could be seen ahead of them. It looked like daylight.


"Are we going outside?" Amanda said excited.

"Yes, this is what I wanted to show you," Penelope said at last. The sun was almost blinding as they stepped outside. The wind was strong, and the girls found themselves crawling to avoid being blown away. They were crouched on the edge of a cliff. Beneath them stretched an ocean as far as the eye could see. "Now you see why it's not so easy to get out of here. Even if we could return to normal where would we go?" The girls looked around and noticed that the Mansion was seated atop a high cliff on an island in the middle of the ocean. More inland a city could be seen in the distance.

"Where the hell are we?" Tamara asked confounded.

"We're on a small island in the middle of the Atlantic," Penelope said. "That city, you may have heard of it, it's called Nylondon."

"What?! How did we get here in one night?"

"The Doll Collector is wealthier than you think. She owns several Concorde Jets and private airfields in the US."

"Who in the world is this woman?" Niesa asked to no one in particular.

The girls just sat stunned, staring out into the vastness of the ocean. They couldn't help but be in awe of the beauty and wonder of the view they were taking in. Even at this small size, they felt just as insignificant in the vastness of the world as they always had.

[Mandrake]

Chapter 10 – Behind Enemy Lines

"Hey! Little cheerleader girl!" Faye shouted trying to get the attention of Vanessa, who was dozing off on the locker bench. "Give me back my boots!" She ordered as she buttoned up her business suit.

Vanessa became alert immediately, but hugged the leather boots defensively. "Please can I wear them?" she begged, "They fit so much better than my sneakers. You can wear those," she said pointing to her abandoned sneakers in the corner.

"I don't want to wear your smelly sneakers, I want my boots!" Faye said in frustration as she made a grab for the leather boots Vanessa was wearing. Vanessa held onto the boots tightly, doing her best to keep them on her feet.

"Faye! We don't have time for this!" Lucy said trying to get the girls to start. "Just wear the sneakers and we'll sort this out later."

"No!" Faye said angrily as she wrestled with Vanessa. "She's wearing my boots and I want them back! She even put them on while I was still in them. The bitch tried to kill me."

"It was an accident! I didn't know you were in the boot. How could I have known?" Vanessa struggled as felt her left boot start to come away despite her efforts.

"Faye, she can't kill you, you're wearing the body stocking," Lucy reassured trying to calm them down.

"I'm not so sure about that. You don't know what it's like being crushed and stomped inside your own boot," Faye said giving the boot one last tug and managing to pull it off of Vanessa's foot.

"Oh, you bitch!" Vanessa shouted upon feeling the cold air on her stocking foot. Faye smiled triumphantly, but her celebration was brief. In pulling her boot off she lost her footing, and her stocking feet slipped on the floor. She fell backwards with her feet in the air. Vanessa took this opportunity to get up from the bench and grab Faye's feet.

"This is what you get for being so rude!" Vanessa said as she tickled Faye's stocking feet.

"DAHAHAHAHAHA!" Faye laughed loudly and hysterically. It had been awhile since she had been tickled like this, but it was no less torturous than it had always been. Faye countered by grabbing Vanessa's stocking foot and tickling it as well. Vanessa fell forwards on top of her, also laughing hysterically. The two squirmed on the floor, tickling each other mercilessly.

"SHHHH! Someone's coming!" Beth whispered upon hearing footsteps from outside the locker room. The two girls stopped instantly and separated, but not before Vanessa managed to grab the boot back. The rest of the girls froze as the footsteps passed. It was one of the coaches, and he was unlocking the boys Locker Room.

"We have to get out of here now!" Lucy ordered. "Either wear those sneakers or you can leave in your stocking feet, Faye, but we have to go!"

"Okay, okay!" Faye said reluctantly, giving Vanessa a dirty look as she slipped back into the leather boot. Faye also donned Vanessa's sneakers, frowning when she realized they were a couple sizes too big.

"Coast is clear," Beth said peering out the locker room door. She signaled the others to follow her. Beth motioned the rest of them to move out of the locker room while Lucy made sure Lisa and Sarah were hidden from view in her pocket. Before locking the door behind her, Beth grabbed a few baseball bats that were leaning against the wall nearby. As they made their way out of the building, a few passing faculty members looked at them suspiciously, but, for the most part, paid them no mind. Outside, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"We got out of there just in time," Vanessa said looking at the clock on her cell phone. "It's 8:00, they'll be opening the girl's Locker Room now."

"And just in time for you to keep my boots a little longer," Faye said bitterly.

"Faye, just shut up and let's get back to the car. Are you two coming?" Lucy asked.

"Well I'm not leaving this little brat here until she gives me back my boots!"

"Are you going to the warehouse?" Beth asked ignoring Faye.

"Of course," Lucy answered.

"Then we're coming."

"Okay …," Lucy said gesturing towards the bats in confusion, "what's with the bats?"

"Well, if this doll collector has minions like you seem to think, than we should probably come prepared."

"I don't think that will be necessary, but bring them along if they make you feel better," Lucy said as she led the way to the parking lot.

"Beth, we haven't slept all night. We can't keep going like this forever," Vanessa complained as she lagged behind.

"Vanessa, you slept plenty in the drive to and from my house," Kevin countered.

"I know, but it's not the same thing as sleeping in a bed," Vanessa complained.

Beth turned to face her suddenly. "Vanessa, do you want to keep shrinking?" Beth demanded.

"No," Vanessa answered sheepishly.

"Than toughen up and let's go! You can sleep in the car." she ordered. But as they approached Lucy's car, Beth couldn't help but yawn. Unlike Kevin and Vanessa, she hadn't gotten any sleep.

"You drive, Lucy," Faye said, "I'm still feeling a bit light headed from the rapid growth." Faye and Lucy sat in the front, while Beth, Vanessa and Kevin sat in the back seat.

"Alright ... Beth, right?" Lucy asked. Beth nodded. "Should I plug the address into the GPS or can you tell us how to get there?"

"I should be able to guide you," she said fighting to keep her eyes open as she guided Lucy onto the main road.

Kevin, meanwhile, was playing with his iPhone. "I looked up the address on the internet," he said, "I can't find any information on it, or who owns it. Satellite pictures make it look huge though. It looks like it has its own runway."

"The Doll Collector's richer than I thought. I wonder who she really is?" Lucy asked letting the question hang as they continued to drive.

"So, Vanessa, can I have my boots now?" Faye asked after several minutes of driving on the main road. There was no answer. Faye looked back and saw all three passengers asleep. "Figures," she said shaking her head.

"Guess we better use the GPS after all," Lucy laughed, "Can you punch it in for me, Faye?" There was no answer. Faye was too busy pulling the boots off of Vanessa. It wasn't a difficult task. Vanessa was so short now that her feet dangled off the ground, and the boots were loose enough to just slide off. Vanessa moaned in her sleep when her toes were exposed, and she wiggled and spread them in surprise.

"Faye!" Lucy demanded. "Can you forget about your boots for a minute and help out?"

"Sorry!" Faye said reluctantly dropping the boots and grabbing the GPS.

"Put in 46 Junction Avenue."

"Got it," Faye said entering in the data. After finishing her task she immediately put down the GPS and what back to taking back her boots. But Vanessa had slipped them back on and was now sitting on her feet. "You little bitch!" Faye said, "I know you're awake so don't bother pretending your asleep. Give my back my fucking boots before I take them away by force and throw you out of the car shoeless."

"Faye, can't you just let it go?" Lucy said annoyed. "I don't want another fight over shoes breaking out in the car like last time with your sister."

"Let it go? How would you like it if some little cheerleader stole your boots?"

"You're going to get them back, let's just forget about it for now and finish our mission. Look, we're here already," Lucy said as they turned onto Junction Avenue. They were surprised to see how large the property was. The warehouse itself wasn't that big, but it looked very well maintained and modern. It looked more like a small office building than a warehouse. Behind it was a long runway that stretched for nearly a mile.

"I knew the doll collector was rich, but I didn't know she owned an airport!" Faye said surprised.

"Check to see if any of her minions are nearby," Lucy said as she parked some distance from the warehouse so as not to raise suspicions.

Faye pulled out her shrinker and began scanning the area. "There's definitely one on the premises, but there may be more wearing the doll collector's new pantyhose that we can't detect with our scanners."

"Then I guess it's time to send our little micronians on a reconnaissance mission," Lucy said poking at her pocket. Sarah and Lisa moaned, they had fallen asleep in their little pocket bags. "Wake up, little ones," she said, "We haven't had much sleep either and you don't see us dozing off."

"What do you want?" Sarah asked as she was lifted gently out of Lucy's pocket.

"We need you two to sneak into that warehouse and tell us if there's anyone inside."

"Why don't you shrink yourselves and find out for yourself?" Sarah complained as she was placed on the ground.

"Because you'll need us to be full sized to save you if you get caught," Lucy answered as she lifted a snoring Lisa out of her pocket. She tried putting her on the ground, but Lisa's legs were like jello and she refused to stand. "Come on wake up, Lisa," she said shaking her a bit. Lisa groggily opened her eyes as she stood reluctantly in front of the two giant women.

"If you see anyone, try to find out if they're wearing a polyphylon body stocking or pantyhose," Faye ordered.

"And how are we going to do that?" Sarah asked annoyed that she was being ordered around like a slave.

"Just do your best, we don't want you to get caught," Lucy reassured.

"And what if we do?" Lisa asked afraid.

"If you're not back in fifteen minutes, we'll assume you got caught and come and rescue you. We'll keep an eye on things as best we can from here," Lucy said.

"That doesn't sound too reassuring," Sarah said annoyed.

"Listen, do you want to stay a 6 inch doll forever?" Faye asked frustrated.

"No," they both said looking down.

"Then help us out! If we don't find out more about the Doll Collector we'll never get you back to your normal size."

And so, once again, the two tiny young women were sent on a secret mission, this time into what they thought was the Doll Collector's warehouse. Sarah bravely, but reluctantly, led the way while Lisa followed behind fearfully. They were entering enemy territory. It took them quite awhile to reach the glass door as their tiny legs couldn't get them that far too quickly.

"How are we going to open the door?" Lisa asked timidly as they tried to peer through the shaded glass.

"It looks like a sliding door, there's probably a motion sensor nearby," Sarah answered looking around, "there it is!" she said pointing to a small red light on the side wall just above their heads. "Stand in front of it and wave your arms," she said as she did the same. The door slid open suddenly, allowing them entrance.

They cautiously stepped into a large and luxurious lobby. Their tiny foot steps clicked as their little boots hit the shiny marble floor despite their small size. The girls tried to keep as quiet as possible as they tip toed passed a waiting room.

"Is anyone there?" a woman said from a nearby desk after seeing the door open and close. Lisa and Sarah froze nervously as the woman looked up from her desk. Fortunately, a potted plant had hid them from view.

"That's strange," she said with a distinct upper class English accent. She stood up and stepped out from behind her desk to investigate the cause of the door opening and closing by itself. From behind the plant Sarah studied the woman. She was very beautiful, probably in her mid twenties. She was short, probably about 5'2''. And she wore a black blazer over a white blouse and tie. Her hair was long and blonde. As she approached from behind her desk, Sarah saw that she was wearing very sheer white pantyhose under a black dress. Pretty black ballerina flats adorned her feet. Her shoes looked quite loose and slipped a bit as she walked. She was definitely wearing polyphylon. Whether it was a body stocking or pantyhose, Sarah couldn't tell.

"Should we look up her skirt?" Lisa whispered as she approached.

"That won't help, we need,to see under jacket … see if she has polyphylon on her arms," Sarah whispered back. But it looked as though they had no choice but to look up her skirt, because as she approached, her dress hung over the pot, and in order to avoid being seen the girls scurried between the pretty giantess's legs.

"What was that?" the young woman said stepping back surprised. It was all Lisa and Sarah could do to stay underneath her dress to avoid being seen. The girl scanned the floor carefully. She could have sworn she saw something move at her feet. She took a cautious step back again, and once again, Sarah and Lisa tried their best to stay under her dress. Lisa almost didn't make it, and would have been seen had Sarah not pulled her underneath at the last second.

"What are we going to do?" Lisa whispered fearfully, "We'll be found for sure."

"Just shut up and move with her feet!" Sarah whispered back.

"But how can we anticipate when and where she is going to move her feet to?"

It was a good question. Eventually, this giantess will take an unanticipated step that will expose them, and they will most likely be seen. Sarah looked around for anything that could help them out of this quandary. There was nowhere else they could hide if they ran out from under her dress. No matter which direction they ran they would be seen. It was clear they were going to have to stay under the dress until she stopped looking for them. Then she examined the young woman's left foot, in its pretty black flat dress shoe. There was a small gap between back of her foot and the heel cup of her shoe. Suddenly, Sarah had an idea.

"Grab her shoe, when she moves her foot, move with it in the same direction. But whatever you do, don't touch her foot! She's wearing polyphylon. If she feels the slightest tickle she'll find us for sure!" Sarah said grabbing the edge of her left shoe where the gap was furthest from her foot.

"Okay," Lisa said carefully grabbing the edge of the woman's right shoe. "I hope I don't get trampled." And after taking another step back, Lisa nearly was trampled, but thankfully managed to anticipate the movement and avoid it. The woman stood still for a long while examining the floor. Sarah and Lisa grew anxious, they peered above them and saw her pretty polyphylon clad legs extending upwards. It was not clear if they went further up into a body stocking or simply ended at her waste as pantyhose, but it was clear that she was not wearing panties underneath. This came as no surprise, of course.

Finally the woman started to turn around to go back to her desk. She was giving up! This was their chance to escape, but they had to wait until she turned her back on the door before they escaped from under her dress.

But as she turned around, a most dreadful thing happened. She had taken a step forward when she lifted her right foot a bit too high for Lisa. Lisa, not thinking quickly enough, neglected to let go of the back of the shoe, and when the young woman lifted her foot, Lisa's weight managed pull it down off her heel. With the shoe dislodged, gravity soon gave way and the woman's frictionless stocking put up no resistance as the shoe slipped off her toes and onto the floor.

"eeeeh, my shoe!" she squeaked in surprised when she felt her sensitive stocking foot hit the carpet shoeless. She turned around to retrieve her errant shoe and saw with astonishment, the tiny girl clutching the black flat. Lisa was frozen with fear. "Well … what you do you know …," she said smiling as she approached, "So you're the one who took my shoe off. And you must have been the one I saw scurrying under my dress earlier. I never thought I'd see another one of you sneak in here."

The young woman reached out and grabbed Lisa with one hand, and her shoe with the other. Lisa was so afraid that she put up no resistance as the young woman held her close to her pretty face. "I should punish you for trying to steal my shoe, you know, it's not a very nice thing to do," she said as she slipped the shoe back onto her stocking foot. Fortunately, she did not see Sarah, who was still hiding timidly under the dress. "Now, will you be so kind as to tell me who you are and why you are here?" She asked as she carried the petrified Lisa back to her desk.

Sarah had to think of something, and quick. She could have run off right then and there, but she knew that Lisa was in trouble, and she didn't want to abandon her. Grabbing hold of the woman's shoe again, she decided to exploit the only weakness she could think of. Once again, the woman was forced to step out of her shoe, the left one this time. But before her shoeless foot could hit the floor, Sarah threw herself underneath and the woman's descending sole and tickled her sheer arch with all the tickle energy she had.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT THAHAHAHA HEHEHELLLL!?" the girl exclaimed as she nearly fell over laughing. Sarah had hoped that the young woman would drop Lisa and they could make their escape, but the woman's resolve was stronger than she thought. She stomped her foot hard, trying to crush her tiny tickler, but Sarah was quick. She rolled out of the way, but not before getting her foot caught underneath the woman's big toe. Sarah tried desperately to pull her foot free, but the woman's toe curled into a fist gripping her tiny boot firmly. Sarah looked up in fear and saw the woman smile. "You're not going anywhere," she said.

Thinking quickly, Sarah regretfully slipped her foot free of her boot and ran towards the door. As she ran, she passed the woman's empty black shoe. Angry that the woman had forced her to leave her boot behind, and also hoping that maybe she would drop Lisa as a result, she decided to grab the woman's shoe on the way out. "Hey! Get back here with my shoe, you little thief!" the woman shouted as she chased Sarah. But she did not let go of Lisa as Sarah had hoped. Sarah held the shoe over her head as she ran passed the door sensor so that it opened for her. Now outside, Sarah ran as fast as she could behind a nearby dumpster. The woman was close behind her, but surprisingly, she didn't step outside to follow her.

"Ooooh!" the young woman grunted in frustration as she poked her head out. "Please come back little girl! I won't hurt you. I just want my shoe back. I'll let your friend go too. I just wanted to know who you are. Don't leave me without my shoe, please. I'll give you back your boot if you give me back my shoe," the girl begged.


"Pathetic," Sarah laughed to herself. It was obvious she didn't want to set foot outside with her shoe gone. "She's probably a princessy 'wouldn't dare walk outside without shoes' type." Still, she had Lisa captive so she wasn't someone to be underestimated. She decided that it was best to get some reinforcements before returning to the breach.


"Hey, here they come," Lucy said nudging Faye who had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Lucy got out of the car to debrief their reconnaissance team while Faye begrudgingly lowered her window to listen in.

"I see you brought a … shoe?" Lucy asked confused as she noticed the black dress flat being dragged behind the single shod Sarah.

"Call it compensation for the one I lost," Sarah said point at her stocking foot and standing the shoe up triumphantly like a trophy

"I see," Lucy said laughing. "And where's Lisa?"

"Well … she kind of got caught."

"Caught?! By who?"

"The woman who used to wear this shoe … how am I supposed to know who she is?" Sarah answered with her usual sass.

Lucy and Faye looked at each other and smiled, it was clear to Sarah they knew something she didn't. "Was she wearing polyphylon?" Lucy finally asked

"Yes, but we couldn't' tell if it was a body stocking or not. She was wearing a dress and a blazer, long sleeves covered it. She looked like a secretary of some sort. But she didn't seem all that surprised to see girls our size."

"So what made you think it was a good idea to steal her shoe?" Faye teased.

"She stepped on me! I had to take off my boot to escape and that kind of pissed me off. Plus, I was hoping she'd drop Lisa if she saw I was stealing her shoe. I don't know, I guess it was dumb. But it's your fault for sending us on these dumb missions in the first place!" Lisa said defensively.

"And I see that our judgment was better than I could have guessed," Lucy said taking the shoe from Sarah, "You have performed exemplary. Lisa's capture is unfortunate, but I'm confident we'll be able to rescue her. And by capturing this shoe you've not only given us the means to determine the type of body stocking she's wearing, but also everything we need to know about her identity, assuming she is wearing one of our body stockings. Faye, wake up Kevin, we'll need his help for this."

Kevin grumbled at first, but quickly became alert and inquisitive as he observed Lucy scanning the shoe with her shrinker. "What are you doing?" he inquired as he attentively watched and learned as the new functions she was performing on the device he had become so familiar with.

"I'm trying to learn all I can about the woman inside that building," Lucy answered smiling. "Besides telling me that she has expensive taste in shoes, this shoe can also provide me with a lot more detailed information about our enemy. By scanning it with my control device also I see she's wearing a white body stocking that she first donned five years ago. I've even isolated her DNA and her identity. Her name is Gwen Stacey."

"Gwen Stacey? Like in Spider-man?" Kevin asked perplexed.

"What do you mean?"

"Spider-man's first girlfriend was named Gwen Stacey."

"Umm, well, that's her name, not sure if it has anything to do with Spider-man. Here, Kevin, this gives you her GPS locations for the past five years. See if you can find out where she lives and get as much background info on her as you can," she said handing the device to Kevin who was eager to try out the new functions.

"Scanners still show she's the only polyphylon wearer in there," Faye said using her own shrinker.

"She's the only one wearing a taajian body stocking. There still could be more with the undetectable pantyhose that were designed by the doll collector. Did you see anyone else in there?" Lucy asked turning to Sarah.

"No, but we didn't really see much. Just the lobby area," Sarah answered.

"Well, that should be good enough. We can take her by surprise. Faye, set your control device for the polyphylon code I have sent to you. We'll shrink her at the first sign of trouble."

"Oh, awesome, you're gonna shrink someone?" Kevin said waking his sister and Vanessa up.

"Only if necessary," Lucy assured as she placed Sarah back into her pocket pouch. "You stay here and finish your background check. We'll need all the info we can get if we do wind up taking her prisoner."


Gwen Stacey gasped when the lobby door opened a second time. But this time she did not get up from behind her desk. She seemed to shuffle something into a drawer before sitting calmly before the new visitors. "How can I help you?" she asked at last as she eyed a security camera nervously. Lucy noticed that a red light had turned on near the camera as soon as Gwen greeted them. She was going to have to be careful not to reveal too much.

"Hello, Ms. Stacey," Lucy said upon entering. Lucy was somewhat taken aback that Gwen didn't seem to react in surprise to Lucy's knowing her name. But then Lucy chuckled when she noticed the plaque on the desk that clearly stated "Gwen Stacey" for all to see.

"Hello Ms. …"

"… Davis," Lucy said, thinking that it was only fair that she give her real name as well since she knew Gwen's.

"Ms. Davis, what can I do for you?"

"You have something of mine, I think you know what it is," Lucy said seriously.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. If you've come here to threaten me, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Gwen said.

"Well, it turns out, I have something that used to belong to you," Lucy said, taking the shoe out of her pocket.

Gwen's eyes widened. She clearly wanted the shoe back, but she quickly regained her composure. "That doesn't belong to me and I don't know what you're talking about," she said as she started writing something down, as if acting uninterested.

Lucy just laughed. "Oh no? Well then do you mind getting up from behind your desk and showing me to the door?"

"I think you can find your own way out."

"I'm not leaving until I get what I want."

Gwen sighed and eyed the security again. Begrudgingly she stood up from behind her desk and approached. It was clear to everyone in the room that one of her black shoes was missing as her pretty red painted toenails showed clearly through the sheer white stocking she was wearing on her unshod foot.

"Not your shoe, eh? I think those toes say otherwise.

"Please," Gwen pleaded quietly as she approached, "just give me my shoe now and you can leave quietly."

"Is that a threat?" Faye said holding up her shrinker ready to turn the dial at any second. "Don't come any closer!"

"No! Wait!" Gwen pleaded before grabbing Lucy's hand.

Lucy felt Gwen's hand shrink instantly in her own and looked in astonishment as she held onto a tiny unconscious blonde beauty clad in only a sheer white body stocking. She had shrunk so fast that her clothes stood suspended in midair for a split second before collapsing empty in front of Lucy. Lucy held the tiny unconscious woman for a moment pityingly. "You shrunk her way too fast, Faye."

"I'm sorry, I got nervous. It looked like she was attacking you."

"She wasn't …" Lucy said noticing for the first time the piece of paper in her hand, "… she was trying to give me a message. It says 'I want to help you. I have your friend, but I can't tell you about her out loud. They've been listening and watching since you arrived. Give me back my shoe so that they don't get suspicious and ask questions. I'm not allowed to leave during my shift. I will return your friend to you at 5 pm and will tell you all I know.'"

"Do you think you should have read that out loud?" Faye asked.

"Probably not, but we have to find Lisa and get out of here. She's probably in that desk. I saw her hiding something in there," Lucy said rummaging through the desk.

Suddenly a crash could be heard outside. Faye and Lucy ran to the window to see the cause. A small group of women in masks were breaking into their car with bats. Inside, Vanessa, Kevin and Beth could be seen drawing back in fear. Before Faye and Lucy could react, a devastating blow was felt on the back of their heads and the slumped forwards, unconscious.

Chapter 11 - The BATtle

"So what do you think of them?" Beth asked from the back seat of Lucy's car.

"Who?" Vanessa asked as she tried to tighten her boots.

"Who do you think, dummy?" Beth said pointing at Lucy and Faye as they walked towards the ominous building.

"Oh, them, the tall one seems cool, but the Asian girls's a bitch," Vanessa answered.

"I mean, do you trust them? They seem to know an awful lot about polyphylon. Do you think they're leading us into a trap?"

"I don't trust anyone, especially after what we've been through. But I also know that I don't want to shrink anymore, and if these women really can help us, then I'm willing to take the chance."

"I know, I feel the same way … but, just in case, take one of these baseball bats. You too Kevin."

"Huh?" was all Kevin could say, he was too engrossed in using the shrinker's new features to pay attention as Beth distributed the bats she had taken from the locker room.

"Kevin, pay attention. Take a bat, just in case it gets ugly we'll need to defend ourselves. I know we can't be hurt while wearing polyphylon, but that doesn't mean we can't be knocked unconscious. The good news is, so can they."

"How do you know that?" Vanessa asked.

"My mother once … I'd rather not talk about it. Just trust me. Baseball bats will work against polyphylon wearing goons."

As if in reply to that comment, a baseball bat suddenly came swinging through the windshield of the car.

"EEEEEh!" Vanessa shrieked as several more bats came slamming down on the car windows.

"Oh my god!" Beth cried out clutching her bat. She turned to Kevin who was still playing with the shrinker. "Kevin take your fucking bat now, we're being attacked!"

The three passengers huddled together in the back seat of the car, careful not to get to close to the windows, which were collapsing in and spraying small bits of glass with each swing. Beth could make out at least four attackers, probably all women dressed in black ninja masks. "Fucking ninjas? You have to be kidding!"

"It figures they'd be using bats," Kevin joked, attempting to ease the tension.

"Aaaaah!" was all Vanessa could say as each swing of the bats sprayed more bits of broken glass upon her.

"Shut up and let's think of a plan," Beth ordered. "Those windows aren't going to last long; we'll have to be ready for them. I'm guessing they'll go for the locks as soon as they make a large enough hole. Be ready to whack their hands with your bat. I'll take this side, Kevin, you take the other. Vanessa, just try not to scream."

""GAAAH!" Vanessa screamed when the window next her shattered. Vanessa did her best to bat away the prying hands that tried to unlock the door.

"Ah you little bitch!" one of the ninja's said after getting wacked in the hand. She grabbed Vanessa's bat and pulled hard. Vanessa didn't let go and was pulled halfway out the window.

"Grab her, Kevin!" Beth ordered just as her window shattered. Kevin grabbed Vanessa's legs before the woman could pull the tiny girl of the car, but his grip slipped and soon he was only hanging onto her by her boots.

"Not my boots!" Vanessa shouted as she felt her feet slip out of them one again. "Kevin, you idiot!" she screamed. Kevin sat astonished as he watched little Vanessa, now under four feet tall, helplessly get pulled out of the car and out of her boots. Her toes panicked and wiggled in her thin pantyhose as she was lifted away and Kevin couldn't help but stare as she squirmed to get away from the woman's grasp as he held her empty boots.

"Kevin!" Beth shouted as she tried her best to swat away the ninja on her side, "wake up and help us." Just then Beth's bat was grabbed, and she too found herself in a tug of war. Beth grabbed the ninja's mask and tore it away, revealing a pretty dark haired Hispanic looking girl who could not have been older than 20. Realizing that her mask, was gone, the girl's face grew angry and, she pulled more aggressively at the bat. Kevin looked at the boots he was holding and instantly got an idea. With all his strength he threw the boot at the ninja's hands, forcing her to let go and retreat. "Nice one, Kevin. But watch your side!" Beth ordered just as one of the ninja's managed to open the door Vanessa had just been pulled through.

Kevin turned to see a bat swing right as his face, knocking him out cold. One of the ninja's had entered the car. "God dammit, I can't fight them from in here," Beth grunted in frustration as she swung awkwardly at the intruder. There wasn't enough space for her to maneuver, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before they came at her from both sides. Thinking quickly, she unlatched her door, and kicked it open just in time to knock one of the ninja's to the ground with the swinging door. Speedily, she leapt out of the car just before the one inside could grab her, and slammed the door right in the ninja's face. The door hit the ninja's head, and she too collapsed unconscious on top of Kevin.

"Two down," Beth said confidently as she faced off against her next opponent, bat in hand. It was the girl whose mask had been torn off. Beth sized her up. She was rather short, Beth was a full head taller than her, and she probably would have been shorter still had it not been for her large and expensive looking platform sneakers. Her young face also made her look rather cute and almost innocent. Nevertheless there was a toughness to her expression that let Beth know that this girl was far from innocent, and probably had been in a lot more scraps than Beth had. Beth knew that this girl was not to be underestimated. After sizing each other up, the girl swung her bat at Beth, but Beth was quick to dodge and counter with her own bat, knocking the ninja girl right out of her sneakers and flat on her back.

Surprised by the ease of her victory, Beth taunted her. "Did you kick your shoes off in a fit a joy?" Beth laughed as she saw the ninja's toes wiggle and spread in her sheer pink pantyhose. "Pink stockings? What kind of ninja are you?" But Beth didn't have long to gloat. The first ninja she had knocked out with the car door wasn't exactly out, and had snuck up and grabbed her from behind. This woman was quite strong. Beth tried her best to twist free, and she managed to tear off this ninja's mask revealing her long blond hair and pretty Nordic looking face. But Beth soon found it impossible put up any resistance once the woman's fingers made their way under her shirt and danced across her ticklish body-stocking clad ribs.

"EEAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Beth burst out laughing not expecting it to tickle as much as it did. The intense tickling, magnified by the sheerness of her body-stocking, seemed to suck the strength right out of her.

The ninja who had lost her shoes rose to her feet and approached her angrily. Beth knew she was in deep trouble. "You'll pay for knocking me out of my Adidas," the shoeless ninja said slipping back into her errant shoes. She eyed Beth's own Adidas sneakers. "Hmm, you have good taste in sneakers. I might as well add them to my collection." Beth noticed she had a thick high pitched New York accent.

As the ninja approached, the tickler allowed Beth to catch her breath for her moment while she restrained her in a headlock. Beth felt so weak and exhausted; she could do nothing to break free. She could hear Vanessa laughing hysterically in the distance and looked to see the other ninja carrying her towards the building while tickling her stocking feet mercilessly. "She'll have it easy compared to you," the New York ninja said as she grabbed Beth's ankle.

"No!" Beth begged as she helplessly watched her foot lift off the ground, "please, don't take my shoe."

"You made me lose my shoes, it's only fair that I return the favor," the girl sneered as she slowly removed the sneaker from Beth's quivering foot. She laughed as she exposed more of Beth's foot. "Green pantyhose? And you were making fun of my cute pink ones. Who wears green pantyhose, really?"

"Actually, this one's wearing a body-stocking," the other one said with a sexy Norwegian accent, "I love tickling her tummy through it.

"Body-stocking, eh? I thought the Mistress had caught all of the body-stocking girls already," the New York ninja said as she slipped Beth's sneaker off her spreading toes. The two ninjas smiled, "Wow, what a ticklish looking foot," the New York one said immediately before getting kicked in the face by said foot. She soon found herself on her back again, looking up at her pink stocking feet. She had been knocked out of her shoes again!

With her strength returned, Beth used the distraction to her advantage and flipped the ninja who had grabbed her over her back. Beth had tried to throw the ninja on top of the one she had kicked, but the woman behind her was more flexible than she had anticipated, and managed to counter the flip by curling around wrapping her legs around Beth's waste. Beth fell to the ground and found herself in a full nelson.

"Hold her tight, Evie, she's tougher than I thought," the shoeless one said as she once again retrieved her shoes. "Let's just knock her out and get this over with."

"I got her, Mindy," Evie said gripping Beth tightly. "Hurry up and finish her off, she's strong."

"Just a sec," Mindy said slipping back into her sneakers.

"You and your sneakers … you're always getting knocked out of them and then we have to wait for you to put them back on." Evie complained as she tried her best to keep Beth from struggling. "When are you going to learn how to tie your shoes!"

"Shut up, Evie, I do so know how to tie them. Watch."

"FORGET YOUR SHOES AND HURRY UP, I CAN'T HOLD HER FOREVER!" Evie ordered.

As Mindy approached with her bat in hand, Beth looked around frantically for anything to get her out of the situation. Looking down, she saw Evie's legs still wrapped around her waist. Evie was still wearing her black sneakers. Unlike the New York ninja, she kept them tied tightly. It was going to be tough to remove them, but she had to try, it was the only chance she had.

"Hey, stop that!" Evie protested as the sneakers were pried off her feet. Fortunately Evie's slick teal pantyhose made removing them easy. "My shoes! Hit her, Mindy!"

But Mindy had once again been knocked out of her sneakers, this time by Evie's shoe, which had been thrown right at Mindy's face. Mindy was now on her back again, with her pink stocking feet sticking up in the air.

Now it was Beth's turn to do the tickling as she mercilessly attacked Evie's delicate stocking feet. "Dahahahaha!" Evie laughed as she fell backwards and released her grip. Beth was now sitting on top of her, tickling her toes mercilessly. "Plehehease Stohahahahop!" Evie begged. She tried tickling Beth's armpits, but found that her hands were still under Beth's arms, but now trapped in a tight arm lock. Beth clearly had the upper hand now. "Hehehehelllpppp! Mihehehehehindy!"

"This is so embarrassing," Mindy said as she stared for a moment at her stocking feet. "You're really asking for it you know … first ripping off my mask, and then making me lose my shoes THREE times!" Finally Mindy got off her back and walked back towards her errant shoes, which were still standing where she had once stood before getting kicked out of them. "That's it, I'm tying them this time," she said as she fumbled with the laces.

It was taking her much longer to tie them than Evie liked. "Hahaha! Huhoohurry! Mihihihindeeheheee!" She laughed as Beth moved to her stocking clad arch.

"You're going to have to wait for that retard to finish tying her shoes," Beth teased as she tortured Evie more aggressively, "Looks like you'll be stuck here for a long time."

"Retard?!" Mindy exclaimed angrily dropping her untied shoelaces. "How dare you insult me, you green tighted twat!" And before Beth knew it, Mindy had grabbed her bat and was already winding up for the hit.

Beth gasped when she looked up and saw the bat descending onto her face. In that split second she knew she was done. It was too late to dodge or duck, too late to block. The bat was coming down and was coming down fast. And it was the last thing she saw before losing consciousness.


The first thing Mindy noticed was that her bat had missed, and missed horribly. Then she felt her sneakers start to come off … again. Then she felt herself falling, as if the momentum of the swing had sent her flying instead of sending her intended target flying. Then she felt her toes lose contact with her shoes. And finally she was on her back again, staring back up at her shoeless stocking feet. What had gone wrong?

"She shrunk!" She heard Evie shout, "Quck, Mindy, help me find her!" But Mindy was too dumbfounded to move. She just stared at her pink stockinged feet in confusion. How did this happen?

And then she heard Evie scream. And then she saw a bat coming at her face. And then blackness.


"Hey, Beth, wake up!" Beth heard Kevin say as he poked and prodded her through her sheer bodystocking.

"Heheee," Beth giggled, "Stop!" When she opened her eyes, she found herself in Kevin's hand. She was a little over 5 inches tall, and was completely naked, save for her body stocking. "Kevin! what have you done?" she asked shocked.

"I shrunk you. It was the only way to save you from that girl with the bat."

Beth shook her head as the events leading up to her losing consciousness came back to her. "Save me? I had everything under control," she said pompously.

"Oh please, she would have knocked your head off if I hadn't shrunk you in time."

"But I'm invulnerable in this thing. All she could have done was knock me out, which seems to have happened anyway."

"Did you really want to test that theory of yours first hand?"

"Oh, shut up Kevin, and get me back to my normal size. I don't feel comfortable with you holding me like this when I'm naked. Where are my clothes anyway?" Beth asked looking around confusedly. It was then that she noticed she was nowhere near the car. Indeed, she was inside a lobby of some sort. In fact, she was inside the building they were parked outside of. The enemy's building ... "Kevin?" Beth asked astonished, "Why did you bring me in here?"

"I wanted to find out where they took Vanessa. One of those ninjas carried her off in here. But now that I'm here I'm not sure where to go. That's why I woke you."

Beth looked at Kevin angrily. "So you thought it was a good idea to just waltz inside our enemies headquarters to find her?"

"Well, it's not like the car was a safer place to stay. Besides, who knows when those two girls will wake up. I didn't hit them that hard. Only enough to knock them out."

Beth thought for a moment. It was only then that she realised exactly what Kevin had done to save her. She sighed, "I guess you're right. Thank you Kevin ... for saving me. Who knows what they would have done with me once they knocked me out."

Kevin smiled, "You're welcome. I didn't think I had it in me," Kevin gently placed Beth on the floor and pulled the shrinker out from his coat pocket. "So you ready to grow back to normal?"

Beth looked around realising that Kevin hadn't brought her clothes. "Wait. You forgot my clothes didnt' you?"

Kevin's face turned red. "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to catch up with Vanessa's captor."

Beth sighed again. "It's okay, I would have done the same thing. Besides, if you grow me back I'll only be knocked out for awhile again. And it's probably not a good idea to be unconscious in here. Maybe it's better if I stay small and try and find her. It'll be easier for me to sneak around."

"Good idea, and we can communicate through the shrinker," Kevin added, "but you might need help operating the elevator."

Beth considered this quandary for a moment before being inturrupted by a tiny voice "They didn't go through the elevator," the voice said from behind the reception desk. It was a female voice, with some sort of English accent. Kevin and Beth looked astonished when they saw a miniature five inch blonde woman clad only in a sheer white body stocking step out from behind the desk.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Gwen," she said politely as they approached her. She was very pretty, and seemed to have a kind face. "But we can introduce ourselves later. There are camera's all over this room, and I'm sure they've heard everything you said. It's only a matter of time before they send more goons after you. Your friend was carried off through that back hallway," she said pointing off to a small door near the elevator. "I think I know where they're taking her. I can lead you there."

"But how do we know we can trust you?" Beth said eyeing Gwen suspiciously.

"Open up the top left drawer on my desk," was all Gwen said in response. With curious trepidation, Kevin opened the drawer. His eyes widened when he saw a tiny Lisa, sitting Indian style inside. She looked up at him fearfully at first, but then gave a relieved smile when she saw who it was. "I kept her in there to keep her safe, before your friends shrunk me."

"Who's in there, Kevin?" Beth asked not able to see.

"It's one of the shrunken girls Lucy was carrying," Kevin said lifting her gently out of the drawer and placing on the floor in front of Beth.

"Lisa?" Beth asked, surprised.

"Yes it's me," Lisa said shyly upon seeing Beth naked again. "I think you can trust Gwen. I've overheard pretty much everything that's gone on in here since she caught me and she doesn't seem like one of the bad guys."

"She caught you ... and trapped you in a drawer, and you say we can trust her?" Beth turned to Gwen accusingly, "And just where are 'our friends' anyway? What happened to them after they shrunk you?

"They were captured too! But I overheard one of the captors say that they were taking them to Nylondon. There's an airplane out back. They're probably loading your friends on that plane as we speak. If we hurry we can catch them. Or at least get the hell out of here before someone catches us."

Beth and Kevin looked at each other quizically, still not sure whether or not it was a good idea to trust Gwen. Beth soon realised that they had little, if any choice. "Okay, we'll follow you, but I'm not sure what we're going to do when we get there. Kevin, carry us gently please."

Kevin grabbed a glass ashtray from the desk that looked as if it had never been used. He ushered the shrunken young women onto it and carried them to the door. On the other side of the door was a narrow hallway leading outside to the airfield. In the distance, they could see three people prepping a small plane for launch.

"Good, we still have time," Gwen said excitedly.

"Time for what?" Beth asked. "Kevin's the only normal sized one here. How are we going to rescue our friends?"

"Maybe we should just call the police," Lisa said somewhat fearfully. "We'll be caught for sure as soon as Kevin sets foot out there."

"If Kevin sets foot out there, yes," Beth said leaping off of the ashtray and onto the floor. "But if we go out without him, we could probably sneak on board."

"But why would we want to sneak on board?" Lisa gasped as she watched Gwen leap down after her.

"Well, you can stay if you want. But I'm not waiting for police, who will most certainly arrive too late, while Vanessa's being carried off to God knows where. Besides, this is our best chance of rescuing Niesa and the rest of them," she said as she ran towards the plane.

Lisa looked around fearfully as she watched them run off. She then looked up at Kevin unable to decide whether to stay or follow them. Reluctantly, she came to a decision. "Ohhh, I'm going to regret this!" Lisa said before finally leaping off after them. "Wait up!"

Beth and Gwen stopped and turned to wait for Lisa. "Kevin, don't communicate with me across the shrinker unless you hear from me first!" Gwen shouted back remembering there method of communication. "I don't want your voice to be blairing out while I'm trying to sneak passed some baddies."

"Got it, sis," Kevin responded giving her the thumbs up. "I'll gather as much intel as I can for you."

Beth nodded in acknowledgement before running down the corridor with Lisa and Gwen. The three tiny women ran as fast as they could out through the corridor and onto the airfield. It looked as if they had finished prepping the plane. The engines rumbled loudly as it prepared for take off.

"We have to hurry!" Gwen shouted as she led them towards the plane. Beth followed close behind with Lisa doing her best to keep up. The three girls managed to reach one of the plane's rear wheels before it started to pull forward.

"Quick, Lisa! It's starting to move!" Beth shouted as she and Gwen climbed up the landing gear.

"This is crazy! This is crazy!" Lisa said to herself as she ran as fast as she could toward the wheel. Beth reached out her hand and pulled her up. As the plane started to pick up speed on the runway, the three girls scurried up the landing gear and into the small compartment above.

"Are you sure there's enough room for us here? What if the landing gear crushes us when it's raised?" Lisa asked trying to catch her breath.

"Don't worry, we can't be crushed while we're wearing polyphylon," Beth reassured.

"Yeah, but don't expect this to be a comfortable trip," Gwen replied as the plane lifted off the ground. The landing gear retracted slowly, and soon all light was eliminated as the compartment closed. Kevin watched from below as the plane flew off into the distance with the tiny rescuers.

[Mandrake]

Chapter 12 - Drink Me

"DRINK ME," Alice read clearly from the small bottle of strange liquid. It was all very well to say 'Drink Me', but the wise little Alice wasn't going to do that in a hurry. "No, I'll look first, and see whether it's marked 'Poison', or not." Satisfied that it was not poison, Alice downed a small sip. She stood a moment patiently. "What a curious feeling!" she said, "I must be shutting up like a telescope."

"Cut!" Angelica, the director, interrupted, "Why isn't she shrinking? Gwen, why aren't you shrinking."

"Well, I cannot really shrink," Gwen said breaking character, "Would you like if I stood on my knees?"

"Did you wear the costume we set out for you?"

"Of course."

"The pantyhose too?"

"Umm ... no. I was already wearing white tights when I arrived."

Angelica sighed. "Go back to your changing room and put on the damn pantyhose we got for you."

"Okay ma'am," Gwen said trying to mask her frustration as she walked off stage, "although I don't see what the big deal is, tights are tights."

Angelica just shook her head impatiently and waved her off stage. As Alice walked off she overheard the writer ask something of the director. "Umm, don't you think we should tell her about the shrinking scene?"

"I want her reaction to be genuine," Angelica said, "she's a novice, after all."

Gwen was tempted to find out what they meant, but she didn't want to push her luck. She was lucky to have this job. It was her first paid acting gig … a musical adaptation of Alice in Wonderland. It was a dream come true, for not only was she the star of the play, Alice in Wonderland had been her favorite book since she was a child. She didn't quite understand why they didn't get someone younger to play Alice. Gwen was already twenty-two, still she looked young for her age, and had a great singing voice. She wasn't complaining. It was the first original play to open in the Nylondon theater and was sure to be a big hit.

Inside the dressing room, Gwen kicked off her shoes, changed out of her tights and grabbed the new tights they had laid out for her. "I don't see what the big deal is with these tights, I--" Gwen's thoughts were interrupted when she noticed it was not a pair of tights at all, but was instead a body stocking. She felt the material of the sheer hosiery for the first time. It was the softest, sheerest, and most delicate tights she had ever felt. It felt amazing. "Goodness!" Gwen said caressing the material, "What brand are these?" Gwen eagerly slipped them onto her feet moaning with pleasure as the incredible material slid against her sensitive skin. "Oh dear, these tights are downright naughty! Now I see why they didn't get a younger actress. They would have been arrested," she said giggling as she slowly glided them up her slender legs, relishing each moment and savoring every sensation.

It took nearly a half hour for Gwen to finish getting dressed. It seemed that the donning of her tights was so pleasurable that it caused her to climax, and she spent some time recovering before the director's assistant knocked on her door.

"Hurry up Gwen, we want to get this scene finished before we have to pay the union overtime!"

Gwen moaned, still exhausted. She got up from her chair and giggled loudly as the rug tickled her feet through the thin nylon more intensely than she had ever been tickled before. "Ahahaaha-I'll be right there!" She answered trying not to laugh. She slipped back into her shoes quickly so as to avoid getting tickled further, smiling at how easily they slipped on with her new extra slippery stockings. "Oh dear, I feel I could lose my shoes at any second with these tights," she laughed as she exited the dressing careful not to step out of her shoes.

"You look great in those tights, Gwen," Angelica smiled when Gwen stepped onto the stage, "Aren't they comfortable?"

"Yes …," Gwen said her face reddening, "very comfortable. Although I wish I could have worn Mary Janes, or shoes with straps. My shoes feel really loose."

"That's okay," Angelica said, "You won't be wearing them long."

Gwen found this remark a bit unusual. It didn't say anything about removing her shoes in the script. She was about to ask about this, but the director shouted, "Action!" interrupting her. Gwen sprung to attention and nearly hopped out of her shoes.

"DRINK ME," she read again from the small bottle. She acted as though she was about to drink the liquid but then shook her head, changing her mind. "No, I'll look first and see whether it's marked 'Poison', or not." Gwen acted as though she was examining the potion carefully, then shrugged and downed a small sip. She stood for a moment and, as rehearsed said, "What a curious feeling!" only this time she actually was experiencing something very curious. A wave a pleasure passed over from her beginning at her toes and spreading to her head and fingers. Her tights, in particular, felt even more pleasurable than when she was putting them on. "I must be … mmmm...," she trailed off moaning as she felt herself become overcome with arousal. Her hand became involuntary drawn to her privates and she suddenly felt very self conscious of the fact that she was on stage in front of several actors and crewmen.

"Not too quickly, Evie," the director shouted to seemingly no one, "Gwen try to control yourself. You're moaning too suggestively. Focus on your lines."

"I-I can't, mmmmm!" Gwen said unable to stop herself from caressing her breasts. "I have to go … just give me a minute." she said embarrassed stepping towards the stage exit, and a look of surprise when she felt her stocking feet touch the stage floor. She had just stepped out of her shoes. "Oooh no my shoes," she said slipping her feet back into them. Her arousal was now overwhelming and she found it impossible to keep her shoes on as she tried to make her escape. They felt waaaay too big for her. "Oh goodness," she moaned again after losing her shoes. "I'm soooo, mmmm," she moaned again as she felt her shirt fall away exposing her pussy clearly visible through the ultra sheer white pantyhose. "Eeee!" she squealed embarrassed, covering her privates with her hands "My skirt!"

"It's okay, Gwen, just go with it. This is going to be an adult play after all."

"No one said that!" Gwen shouted embarrassed to see everyone staring at her. "I didn't agree to … mmmmm!" Her arousal had now increased tenfold and she found herself rubbing her clit through her pantyhose. "Ohhh noooo!" She moaned, unable to control herself. Her shirt slipped off her shoulder as she crumpled to the floor. It looked way too big on her now, almost like a nightgown. "Am I really shrinking? Ohhhhhh!" She moaned helplessly as she curled into a fetal position caressing herself in a mound of her clothing.

"Okay, that's enough, Evie," the director said, again to an unknown person, "We don't want her to pass out."

"She's still taller than five inches," a tiny voice with a strong Norther European accent answered from near the director. Gwen would have been curious about this new voice had she not been so caught up in completing her orgasm.

"That's okay, it's her first time, with practice we'll be able to shrink her smaller without her losing consciousness," the director said as Gwen screamed with pleasure. She had climaxed and now as huffing exhausted. "That was very good Gwen, it looked amazing. See if you can recapture those reactions with a bit more control next time, we'll need you to say your 'telescope' line.

"What did you do to me?" Gwen gasped fearfully.

"We shrunk you. Sorry we didn't warn you about it earlier, but we weren't sure any real actor would accept the job if we advertised this little twist, or if anyone would even believe it."

"Oh dear! I'm tiny! Why? Why'd you do this to me?" Gwen panicked.

"Don't worry, we can change you back," Angelica said. "We did this because we needed to test it on you. Amazing tights, aren't they?"

"Tights? You mean those tights you made me wear made me shrink?" Gwen asked astonished.

"Yes. An amazing bit of fabric invented by the very same woman who funded this production. People will be astonished when they see a live person shrink before their eyes. We'll make millions. Don't worry, you'll get your share."

"I did not consent to this!" Gwen protested as she tried her best to cover herself with her large clothing. "Turn me back to my normal size this instant!"

Angelica nodded and smiled to a tiny person Gwen noticed for the first time. She was only about 6 inches tall and was sitting under the director's chair near a strange device. Gwen didn't have time to process this new turn of events when she suddenly felt a terrible pain rip through her body. Before she knew it she was unconscious.


"So you just decided to work for them? After they tricked you and forced you to become a shrinking freak for audiences to gawk at?" Beth asked Gwen critically.

"I resisted at first," Gwen answered defensively. "When I woke up I was in my bed, back to my normal size, but, of course, I couldn't take the damn thing off. I demanded they remove it and let me go and I threatened to expose them, but they had complete power over me. They could shrink me or grow me when ever they wanted. Any time I showed any sort of defiance I was usually forced unconscious by a fast shrink or growth. They even tried to hypnotize me while I was asleep into serving them. I found out because I saw them doing it on one of the other girls. They would hook up some strange machine to their tights and a doctor of some sort sat at their bedside speaking to them. I didn't hear what he said because I was quickly ushered out of the room before I could witness anything more, but I recall strange dreams of voices urging me to 'obey the mistress'. I don't think the hypnosis worked on me though, because I was still as defiant as ever. I refused to act in the play and it was eventually abandoned. But they broke my spirit and I agreed to serve them in other capacities, mainly as an errand girl for them and eventually as a secretary for one of their warehouses."

"Do you think the hypnosis worked on the other girls?" Lisa asked.

"I have no clue, but I will say this, I know that there were others like me who admitted that the hypnosis did not work, but they, like me pretended that it did, if only to avoid punishment. Anything was better than being suddenly shrunken and grown as punishment for disobeying. It was better to make them believe that their methods worked."

"So you pretended to be hypnotized?" Beth asked suspiciously.

"I had too. It was the only way they'd let me out of their dungeon."

"Dungeon?" Lisa gulped.

"Yes," Gwen said serious, "there were other girls who resisted were sent there and never seen again. I heard rumors that it was located in the basement of the Mistress's mansion. Who knows what she did to them there."

The girls sat silently for a moment. Beth finally broke the silence, "We have to save them. All of them. We have to find this mansion and save them all."

Lisa broke in, "Beth you're crazy! This Mistress sounds extremely wealthy and powerful. Her resources are ridiculous. How are we going to pull something like that off."

"You don't have to help if you don't want, Lisa. But I'm going to try!"

"No, I'll help you, Beth. Who knows how many of our friends are trapped there? The entire cheerleading squad for all I know. But we're going to need help. The three of us won't be enough against a whole army of her minions, hypnotized or not."

The two of them turned to Gwen. "Do you know of anyone who can help us?" Beth asked.

"I know there are a few girls who will join us, they also secretly hate the Mistress, and will help us if we can find them. But I don't think it will be enough. Still ..." Gwen thought for a moment, "Yes there is someone who can help us. But it won't be easy ..."


Back in the Doll Collector's mansion, within a spacious and expensive looking laboratory, a young scientist was working diligently with a dropper and some chemicals. Dr. Jasmine Cole, a chemist in her mid twenties was quite pretty, with blonde hair and black framed glasses that made her look intelligent and capable. Her small frame and large eyes made her look much younger than she actually was. But her face almost always wore an expression of stress and weariness, which made it clear to others that she had faced more difficulties than most women her age.

Jasmine nervously played with her shoes under her desk as she ran chemical tests on a polyphylon body stocking. She giggled softly as her leather dress shoes slipped and slid off her heels and toes. It was becoming increasingly more distracting. "I can't focus," she said to herself as she kicked them off her feet. Her blue pantyhose made her feet so sensitive that not wearing her shoes was actually more distracting than playing with them. Frustrated, she pushed her sensitive stocking feet back into her shoes and forced herself to avoid shoe playing. After a few minutes, she crossed her legs and felt gravity tug at her loose shoe. Feeling the tickle, she giggled again as it slipped off her foot, and for the eleventh time had accidentally messed up a measurement of a chemical she was trying to test with the fabric due to her laughter. "That's it!" she shouted in frustration, and slammed the dropper on the table. Clumsily slipping her pretty foot back into her shoe, she stood up and marched out of her lab, ignoring the slight tickle as her heels slipped out of her shoes with each step.

"I'm shrinking again, Sedgewick!" she accused an older, somewhat sinister looking scientist.

"Don't blame me," he responded disinterested as he read through code on his computer, "You were probably playing with your shoes again. You know that any small tickling sensation will cost you millimeters of volume and mass."

"I never used to play with my shoes, but thanks to the pantyhose you forced me to wear, I can barely keep my shoes on. At least let me change out of this uniform and wear some boots or something."

"You know as well as I that our sponsor will not approve of that. She provided us with these uniforms and expects us to wear them at all times. You don't want her to punish you for a dress code violation. And furthermore, I didn't force you do anything. It was our sponsor who required you to wear it."

"She may of ordered you to do it. But I know you're the one who drugged me and put it on me as I slept. You belong in jail with that horrible woman you call a sponsor."

"Now now, Jasmine," Sedgewick said finally looking away from his computer screen. "We can't have you spreading lies and insulting our sponsor. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you again," Dr. Sedgewick said pulling a shrinking device from his belt."

"No Sedgewick, please!" Jasmine begged as she watched his hand move towards the dial on the shrinker. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm just frustrated because I can't focus on my work."

"I accept your apology, Jasmine, but you know that I'll still have to punish you. Part of accepting responsibility for your transgressions is to accept the punishment," he said coldly has he slowly turned the dial of the shrinker.

Jasmine started to moan as pleasurable sensations filled her body. Her clothes started to billow around her as she shrunk into them.

"Part of me wonders if you act this way on purpose. I have a feeling you really enjoy these punishments," he said amused as he continually turned the dial slowly so as not to overwhelm her. He had become very good at finding the limits of his victims, so that they would shrink just enough to feel the intense effects of the shrinking, without overwhelming them to the point of losing consciousness or climaxing.

Jasmine moaned as if having an orgasm. She couldn't resist playing with herself as she fell to the floor in a fetal position, losing her shoes in the process.

"Nevertheless, it's important you appreciate all the Mistress has done for us. Had it not been for her funding, we'd have never isolated the compound, and found a way to replicate polyphylon. Now that we can control our own invention, the task remains to crack the code to the original fabric so that we can gain full control over that as well. I know you want that as much as I do. After all, it's the only way we'll be able to remove the body stockings from the original subjects … including your sister."

"You don't care about her!" Jasmine gasped in between moans, she had shrunken to under three feet now and was swimming in her clothes. "You just care about controlling them all!"

"I care very much for your sister's well being," he said has he continued to turn the dial. "How is she anyway? Still on good behavior I'm hoping. She has always been the Mistress's favorite."

Jasmine couldn't respond, the effects of the shrinking was so great that her moans had become a scream. She wouldn't have wanted to answer him if she could. She hated when he talked about her sister, Penelope. She was the first person he betrayed. She hated herself for not seeing what he had done to her sooner. As usual she was too caught up in her research to realize what was going on. She even believed Sedgewick when he told her that Penelope had left of her own volition, in order to find others like her. Had she known what really happened when Penelope disappeared from NYU all those years ago, she never would have continued working with him. In a way, she felt she deserved the punishments she was enduring. But the fact that it was Sedgewick administering it enraged her.

When Jasmine had shrunk to five inches tall, the effects stopped. One of the worst things about the way Sedgewick shrunk her is that it always brought her so close to completion, but she was never able to actually feel the satisfaction of reaching it. Jasmine shivered uneasily in her mountains of clothes. She was too weak to move, but still used her last remaining strength to squirm away. It was a futile effort, Sedgewick had grabbed her and she was now helplessly held in his hand. He was already wearing the wicked glove that had tortured her so many times before. His fingers, now coated with thousands of tiny feather-like tendrils, glided across her ultra sensitive stocking clad body.

Had she had the energy to laugh, she would have. Instead she felt herself being pushed beyond the limits as he tickled her to pure exhaustion for what seemed like hours. His evil smile was all she could see as he gazed down at her squirming body maniacally. She tried to beg for mercy, but no words came out. She was being pushed to the brink of tickle insanity. Tears of despair came to her eyes. Why was she not passing out? How could he push it so far without making her lose consciousness. This was the worst tickling she had ever endured at his hand. He seemed to get better at his preferred method of torture each time he engaged in it. Though Jasmine was an atheist, she prayed to whatever higher being may have the possibility of existing to make it stop, at whatever the cost.

As if in answer to her prayers, a tall, statuesque woman entered the room. Her dark hair in a bun, her business suit looking like a military uniform, and her authoritative expression making her look quite imposing. As soon as he he saw her, Sedgewick stop instantly. "Hello Angelica," he said clutching a quivering Jasmine in his fist so as not to make it known he was holding her.

Angelica knew better, the lab uniform and shoes that was in a pile at the far side of the room was a dead giveaway. "Are you tickling Dr. Cole again?" she asked accusingly.

"Yes," Sedgewick said sheepishly, "I'm afraid she was acting up again. She said some awful things about the Mistress. I had to put her in her place, you understand."

"I understand you're a sick fuck, Sedgewick," Angelica said, "And if the Mistress didn't like you as much as she does I'd have had you behind bars years ago."

"Without me you'd still be 6 inches tall, and at the mercy of the pantyhose you're wearing," he said eyeing the sheer tan pantyhose that were barely visible on her legs.

"Without you I wouldn't be wearing them at all. You invented the evil thing!" She answered harshly.

"Dr. Cole invented the compound. I helped her here and there. But it was me who actually cracked the code and allowed the building of the control device you women like to call the shrink ray that allows you to stay full sized, and even remove the thing, if the Mistress decides to allow you the privilege. I still hate that name … shrink ray. It's so much more than that." He muttered in disgust.

"I don't have time to argue with you Sedgewick. I have orders from the Mistress. There are some people coming who may have some pertinent information about the original fabric you and Dr. Cole have been trying to crack. She needs both of you to be in your labs working, and at full size."

"Very well," he muttered in disappointment dropping the much weakened Jasmine to the ground. His mood quickly changed when he actually processed what she had said. "What sort of information is she talking about?" he asked with a hint of excitement.

"I don't know, but it seems important. It could be the answers you two have been searching for," Angelica said betraying no hint of shared excitement at the prospect. She looked down at Jasmine with disgust. Jasmine was lying on the floor gasping. "What did you do to her? She looks terrible."

"Just a bit of tickle punishment. She'll be fine," he said turning the dial on his shrink ray. "She's more resilient than she looks."

Angelica looked on with bemused disgust as Jasmine screamed. She was growing quite rapidly, but not quite fast enough for the pain to be so unbearable that it would make her pass out. As he was at shrinking and tickling, Sedgewick was a master of finding the perfect growth speed at which to just about keep his victim conscious. "We need her able to work within an hour, you sadistic bastard. How do you expect her to recover from this?"

"Will you relax, Angelica? All the effects are temporary, you should know that she can't be harmed while wearing polyphylon. In a way, I envy you women for being as indestructible as you are."

"You seem like the cross dressing type, Sedgewick, why don't you put a pair on and you can be just like the girls."

Sedgewick only laughed in response as he watched Jasmine grow to full size. Angelica may be a polyphylon slave, but she was also the Mistress's second in command and he dared not cross her. Unlike Jasmine, he did not have authority to shrink her, and his shrink ray was purposely designed to not work on the higher ranking minions of the Mistress's little army. Only the Mistress herself had the shrink ray capable of doing that.

"Why isn't she moving?" Angelica asked impatiently as she examined the collapsed, now full sized naked body of Dr. Jasmine Cole lying before her. "Did she pass out?"

"I don't know," he said curiously, "Usually I'm quite good at preventing such loss of consciousness," he said with a frown. Sedgewick knelt down and gave Jasmine a slight tickle on the sole of her foot. Jasmine kicked it away and tried to squirm. "You little faker," Sedgewick laughed, "Get dressed and get back to work," he ordered, "unless you want me to put your clothes on for you." Jasmine crawled to her clothes weakly, feeling completely defeated. "Stop behaving like an invalid and hurry up, I know it wasn't that bad," he said impatiently. "She's a very good actor," he said turning to Angelica, "You should cast her in one of your little productions."

"Funny," Angelica said sarcastically and giving him a dirty look, "You know I don't do that anymore." And with that she turned and walked out of the room in disgust.

"You shouldn't give up on your dreams so easily, Angelica," he laughed and called out to her as she left.



Niesa felt like they had been climbing for hours. Her arms were exhausted as she followed Penelope up the little plastic ladders that were glued to the studs within the walls of the mansion. It was dark, cold and quite scary in these walls. Cobwebs were everywhere, and at her small size she found it quite difficult breaking through some of them. Fortunately they had not run into a spider.

"How did you manage to build all this?" Tamara asked, her energy not yet completely sapped unlike the rest of the newcomers.

"I told you, Jasmine helped smuggle in some tools and toy ladders. The hardest part was drilling large enough holes through the studs. Fortunately, my sister's quite resourceful and was able to put together a small drill that we could fit through here. It took us a little less than a year to get it all done."

Amanda squeaked and giggled below Niesa. "You could have cleaned out the cobwebs," Amanda complained as she found herself shoeless once again. Her little penny loafers had stuck to some cobwebs and she couldn't pull them free. Luvia had to help her dislodge them. "I feel like my shoes always come off more easily than anyone else's. It's not fair."

"Stop whining, Amanda, we're almost there," Niesa said trying her best to lift their spirits. "These slippery pantyhose make all of our shoes really loose. I'm wearing high heels and I'm managing okay," she said as she nearly stepped out of her own shoe. "We are almost there, aren't we?" Niesa asked trying hard not to sound like she was complaining as well.

"Yes," Chun Li said, "See that light up ahead?"

Before anyone answered Penelope said, "That's my sister's lab. She cut a little mouse hole for me to sneak in when I want to, this way I don't always have to wait for her to find me when we wanted to talk."

"Thank god," Amanda said, finally pulling her shoes free of the web and slipping them back on her slippery stocking feet.

As they climbed into a more spacious section of the inner wall, Niesa could hear a scratching noise from the darkness. "Umm, there are no mice in this mouse hole, are there?"

"Mice? In this mansion?" Morrigan laughed, "The Mistress would evacuate this place.

"Then what was that noise?" Niesa asked nervously.

"What noise?" Penelope asked curiously. "I don't hear anything." Surely enough, the scratching had stopped. Niesa still felt uneasy as they walked toward the hole up ahead.

When they emerged, the brightness of the white laboratory was nearly blinding. Niesa squinted to allow her eyes time to adjust. When they did she was amazed at the hugeness of the room. They appeared to be under a desk, but even from here, Niesa could see how far back the lab went and how wide it was. "This place must have cost a fortune!" she said with wonder.

"The Mistress spares no expense," Penelope said, "Look there's my sister," she said pointing a pair of feet clad in leather dress shoes over sheer blue polyphylon, "She's probably working diligently as usual." Penelope poked the exposed top of Jasmine's foot where the low cut shoe curved near her toes "Hey sis, I'm here, I brought some friends. We were wondering if you could help us out."

There was no answer. "That's funny," Penelope said baffled, "A poke like that on her exposed hose clad foot usually gets her attention instantly." She tickled the top of her foot more vigorously.

"It looks like she's asleep," Morrigan said after she moved out from under the table and peered up at the chair.

"Asleep? She never sleeps on the job," Penelope said a little worried. "We're going to have to wake her up. See if you can tickle her arch, that will surely do the trick."

"Easier said than done," Luvia said trying to reach into the instep of her shoe. The shoes were like low cut loafers, but with rather large bulky heels that made it quite difficult to reach into her shoe. "Niesa, come over here, we'll boost you up like we do in cheer leading practice."

"Good idea," Niesa said as she approached.

Luvia and Tamara were about to boost Niesa on top of Jasmine's shoe when they noticed her white high heels. "No way we're boosting you while wearing those," Tamara said.

Niesa sighed and reluctantly kicked them off. "No tickling!" she warned them. But quickly found that it was no use. As soon as her ultra sensitive stocking feet touched their hands, she found herself giggling helplessly. She had no strength to pull herself up. "Thihehehehis isn't going to work, hahahah!" she laughed as she jumped out of their hands and quickly slipped back into her shoes. "I'm too ticklish."

"Joyce is wearing heels too, we'll have to boost Amanda, she's the next lightest," Tamara said.

"No way," Amanda said, "I hate being tickled."

"You don't have to take off you're shoes, you're wearing penny loafers."

"They'll come off again, I just know it."

"Amanda, we're not going to let your shoes fall off. Just help us out for once," Luvia said impatiently.

"You can do it, Amanda," Niesa reassured.

Amanda hesitated, and Chun Li was about to volunteer to go in her place, but Niesa shook her head at her as if to say, "let her do it." Amanda approached Luvia and Tamara nervously as they held out their gripped hands a place for Amanda to step and boost herself up. With trepidation, she lifted her delicate foot and stepped into their hands. The two girls grabbed her by her loose penny loafters and pushed her up on top of Jasmine's shoe. She slid both of her thin arms into the instep of Jasmine's soft stocking foot and reached as far as she could to the bottom of the arch of Jasmine's warm and silky arch.

"Good job," Niesa said with her back to the hole they had come out of. "Now tickle her. We have to wake her up."

"I'm trying," Amanda groaned. "It's hard, and it kind of hurts. Don't let go of me and don't let my shoes come off."

Suddenly a loud squeak was heard behind Niesa. She turned around in time to see a large rat charging out of the hole and jumping on top of her, knocking her right out her shoes and clawing at her body. Niesa screamed as the rat bit and scratched her arms as she tried to protect her face.

Chun Li and Morrigan jumped to her aid, kicking and punching the rat, just managing to get it off of Niesa. But now the rat's attention was on them. He whipped his tale at Morrigan, Knocking her to the ground and wrapping it around her boot. Morrigan screamed as she was lifted off the ground upside down. The rat bit at Chun Li and knocked her into Tamara, clawing at her fiercely.

"What the fuck!" Tamara said as she and Luvia drew away.

"My shoes!" Amanda screamed as she hung helplessly from the shoe in her stocking feet. "You took off my shoes!"

Tamara and Luvia suddenly realized they each had one of Amanda's shoes in their hands. As if both of them shared the same thoughts, they both threw each of Amanda's shoes at the rat that was drawing in on them. The rat caught the first shoe in his mouth and shook his head as if to tear it to pieces. But the second shoe hit the him square in the eye. The rat dropped the shoe from his mouth and drew back, giving Tamara and Luvia time to help Chun Li to her feet.

Meanwhile Morrigan had been tossed helplessly out of her boot and had landed on Penelope who had been screaming to Jasmine to wake up. Morrigan looked down and saw Penelope's outstretched legs clad in her sheer white pantyhose and dress flats. Thinking quickly, Morrigan easily stripped Penelope of her shoes and threw them at the rat. "Hey!" Penelope protested upon feeling her shoes come off. But she quickly learned the wisdom of this action when she noticed the rat was being driven away back into its hole.

"Throw your shoes at it!" Morrigan shouted. "It's working."

Niesa had found her errant high heels and were now throwing them at the rat. Joyce had also removed her own high heels and were throwing them as well. One of the sharp heels stuck in the rat's body and the rat squealed in pain. The rat was almost all the way back in the hole, when it was suddenly pushed out again. Another rat had joined the fray!

"Fuck!" Tamara said as she kicked her clogs at the new threat. Luvia was still wearing her penny loafers and had refused to throw them. "Give me those!" Tamara said angrily as she pulled Luvia's feet out from under her and stripped her shoes off her. Each shoe was thrown at each rat followed by Morrigan's remaining spiked heeled boot. This held them back, but neither retreated.

Chun Li was the only one still wearing her footwear as she charged at the new rat kicking wildly. "I'm not taking off my boots if I can still kick!" she shouted. But the rat soon caught her boot in it's mouth and ripped it right off of her during one of her lightning kicks. "Oh shit," she said as her silky shoeless foot brushed against the rat's fur. She laughed loudly and fell over helplessly.

"I'm out of shoes," Tamara said as she drew back from the angry rats fearfully.

"What are we going to do?" Luvia asked panicking as she ran slipping and falling over on her slippery stocking feet. "The floor is too smooth! We can barely even run without our shoes!"

"Our stockings are too slippery! We're fucked!" Joyce said as she too slipped and fell as she tried to run as well.

Things were not looking good as one of the rats was now on top of Chun Li biting and clawing at her. Niesa, who had slipped and fell on her knees while running away in her stocking feet was also about to be pounced on from behind. She looked up and cried out helplessly when she saw something large and black flying towards her. She felt herself being knocked hard against the wall, crushed by something large and leathery. She heard a crack as she slammed into the rat behind her. It was the sound of bones breaking. The rat squealed in agony and limped away from her back into its hole. She looked around amazed. The other rat had also been struck by the same leathery missile and was retreating as well. It was Jasmine's shoe!

Niesa couldn't believe it. As she crawled out from under the shoe she saw that Jasmine's foot was now shoeless. Her toes were wiggling in her thin blue stockings looking somewhat surprised to be exposed. Amanda was nowhere to be seen.

"What the fuck happened?" Tamara asked as she took stock of the situation. "Where'd Amanda go?"

"I'm up here," Amanda said. To everyone's amazement, she was sitting on Jasmine's knee.

"How the hell did you get up there?" Morrigan asked as if echoing everyone's unvoiced question.

Amanda answered somewhat baffled by the whole idea of the situation as well. "Well, you said throw your shoes at the rat. Of course I had lost mine thanks to Tamara and Luvia. But then I noticed that Jasmine's shoe seemed kind of loose. So I thought, 'hey why don't I throw Jasmine's shoe'. Of course it was too heavy for me to throw, or even remove. But then I remembered how I lost my shoe one time at the doctor's office when he hit me in my knee. So I climbed the hem of Jasmine's skirt up to her knee, and hit her patellar reflex point as hard as I could. She kicked her shoe right off and I guess it hit the rats."

"You're one crazy little bitch!" Tamara shouted amazed. "I can hardly believe you managed that. How the hell did you climb the hem of her skirt? How did you hit her patellar reflex point hard enough to get her to kick her shoe off! How did you ..."

But Tamara's thoughts were interrupted by a loud booming voice. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY SHOE?" Amanda was knocked off Jasmine's knee as her leg moved back. Jasmine peered under the desk just in time to see Tamara catch Amanda as she fell. The two girls tumbled to the ground and laughed despite themselves. "UMMM WHAT'S GOING ON?" Jasmine asked as she gazed at the tiny shoeless women with a dumbfounded expression.


Chapter 13 – Infiltrating the Mansion

Lucy's eyes came into focus as her blindfold was removed. A somewhat familiar looking woman smiled back at her. She was wearing a Victorian dress and hat, and wore so much makeup that it was as if she looked like a porcelain doll. It didn't take long for her to realize she was face to face with the infamous doll collector. "It's you!" she tried to say, but soon realized she had been gagged and all that came out was a muffled shriek.

The Doll Collector's smile broadened maniacally as she grabbed a chair and sat facing Lucy, "Recognize me Lucy Davis? Or should I call you Lucy Loose Shoes?"

Lucy shrieked again and examined the woman's face more closely. She looked strangely familiar. The Doll Collector seemed to relish Lucy's shocked wide eyes as she attempted to piece together where she had seen her before. It was a face she recognized from deep in her memory, one going way back to her childhood. But who was she?

"Oh yes, it's me, Lucy. You remember me, I'm sure," The Doll Collector said as she slowly reached down and grabbed Lucy's booted left foot.

Lucy tried to hold her foot down, but found herself too weak to resist. She moaned submissively as her foot was lifted off the floor and placed on the Doll Collector's lap. Lucy heard a muffled gasp to her right. She glanced fearfully and saw that Faye was also tied to a chair, her blindfold also being removed by the woman who had just removed Lucy's. But her attention was quickly drawn back to her foot as she felt The Doll Collector slowly unlace her boot. Lucy started to panic. She was going to be debooted and there was nothing she could do about it. Lucy hadn't been de-shoed in years, but remembered the feeling all to well, including her hyper-ticklishness through the very sheer body stocking she was wearing. She knew she would lose control if she let herself get debooted, but she felt so weak. Why was it so hard to move?

"It's unlike you to wear such tight fitting boots," The Doll Collector teased, "I always remembered your shoes were always too big for you. Well, I might as well loosen them up to match your epithet."

Lucy still gazed at The Doll Collector in astonishment. It suddenly dawned on her who she was. It was Sally Grundle. Lucy remembered her from grade school. She was the most unpopular girl in school. She was an orphan. She was the smallest girl in school and always dressed in old dirty clothes and wore large glasses that were taped together. Lucy remembered how she seemed to hate everyone in school because she was constantly bullied. Lucy didn't recall taking part in the bullying herself, but she was definitely complicit in it, and never stood up to her friends when they bullied her. It was something she had always regretted, since Lucy herself was one of the poorer girls in school, and was often bullied herself. Lucy's mother would always buy her shoes that were a few sizes too big for her so that she wouldn't grow out of them too quickly. This resulted in her nickname, "Lucy Loose Shoes". Her shoes were often stolen and she was often teased and tickled as a result.

Sally also endured much the same treatment, but for her it was even worse. Not only would they steal her shoes, and call her names, but they would often pick her up and toss her into the mud. They called her "Gritty Grundle" because she would always wear ancient clothes that looked like they were made in the nineteenth century. She was almost always dirty, usually as a result of their treatment of her. They usually didn't tickle her because they considered her too filthy to touch, but they were not averse to beating her up on occasion. One thing that Lucy remembered was that Sally would always wear sheer tights to school under her old dresses. Unlike the rest of her clothes, her tights always looked new and quite immaculate, despite the fact that they usually had holes in them after a hard day of being bullied. Lucy always found this strange, since she never understood why a poor orphan like Sally would always have a new supply of new hosiery each day.

Lucy's eyes remained fixed on Sally's face as Sally undid Lucy's boot. Sally gazed back and smiled again. "I think she finally recognizes me, Angelica. Why don't you take out her gag, I want to have a chat with my old friend."

"Yes Mistress," Angelica said as she undid Lucy's gag. "If you scream, this goes right back on," she threatened.

"It won't make a difference. She's in my mansion and there's no one to help her for miles."

Lucy gratefully relieved her jaw after the gag was removed. She didn't say anything at first, but still sat for a moment staring at Sally in astonishment. Sally just smiled back at her. Finally she spoke, "Sally Grundle … you're the Doll Collector? But how? Why?"

Sally sighed and went back to work unlacing Lucy's boot. "The only thing I hate more than being called 'The Doll Collector' is 'Sally Grundle'," she said in disgust, "Sally Grundle was a weak and pathetic nobody. "You can call me Mistress."

Lucy's shock at the realization of The Doll Collector's identity quickly faded as she felt her boot loosen. She tried to pull her foot away, but soon found that there was no way she could do it without slipping her foot out of it, something she wanted to avoid. "Stop undoing my boot!" she demanded.

"Hahah, you haven't changed. Lucy Loose Shoes never liked to lose her shoes," The Doll Collector teased. "I didn't either, because then my new tights would always get ruined and I'd have to spend all night making myself new ones. No one cared of course. Not even you, Lucy, despite the fact that I sympathized with you. You weren't treated too well by them either. But, of course, you never sympathized with me."

"What are you talking about," Lucy cried out, "I always sympathized with you, but what did you expect? Me to stand up to them and become the target myself? And what's this about making a new pair of tights?"

"You never bothered to learn what I did after school either. You never wanted to be my friend, no matter how nice I was to you. You were just as spineless as the rest of them. 'Keep your distance from the poor girl, she has a disease or something'. Well now look at me, I'm the wealthiest woman in the world! And I built this empire myself! I slaved away in that nylon factory my entire childhood. How else was I to earn money. Enough to start my own business. And now Sophisticate brand hosiery is the best in the world. No one can compete with it. Especially now!" The Doll Collector raved with Zeal as she tore the laces out of Lucy's boot. It was as if she had wanted to say this for a long time, but had been hiding it.

Lucy's eyes, which seemingly couldn't get wider, widened even more and her jaw fell open in shock, "You own Sophisticate?!"

"Own it? I founded it! I'm the major shareholder and CEO. I am the Rockefeller of the hosiery industry."

"I thought it was owned by Lady Jane's family."

"Ha! Those rich old twits can't run a business! All their money's been passed down for generations. None of the living members of that family have done a lick of work to earn their fortune. Yes, Lady Jane is the president. But she's really just the public face of the company. I prefer to stay out of the limelight so I can focus on running the whole operation. It's my passion after all."

"I thought your passion was kidnapping girls and keeping them as living dolls," Lucy accused.

The Doll Collector looked up at her angrily. "My passion is hosiery. It always has been, even before my mother died in that awful factory accident. They have been for as long as I can remember. I loved them so much that I worked my entire life trying to create the best hosiery in the world. And I did!"

"So you took over for your dead mother at her factory job when you were a kid? What, were you born in the 1800's or something? We didn't grow up in the Gilded Age, you know. They have laws against child labor," Lucy said in disbelief.

"They made exceptions in my case. They knew I was poor and that I had a passion for hosiery, so they let me work there. I was paid off the books so the government never found out. I made that factory better than it ever was. There were never any accidents after I became manager at the tender age of 15. Little did they know that I had invested my money in a new factory, one that I earned outright. It was the first of many Sophisticate factories," She said proudly, as if this was something she had been yearning to admit to someone for some time. "You don't know how hard it has been to keep my accomplishments secret from the world."

"But those accomplishments weren't enough, were they? No, you had to enslave young women and keep them as dolls. You're just a sick and twisted woman!" Lucy accused.

"Oh please. My doll collection is small change. The vast majority of my dolls are sold on the black market. It's more of a hobby, more than anything. But one that has proven to be quite profitable. All the rich girls had dolls growing up, dolls I couldn't afford until I was too old to play with them. Now I have the best dolls in the world! Soon, you'll be part of my collection. I probably won't sell you though. You have sentimental value to me, since I've known you for so long." Euphorically, the Doll Collector finished tearing the laces out of Lucy's boot.

The Boot opened slightly revealing Lucy's very sheer purple body stocking underneath. Lucy looked at her foot fearfully and then back at The Doll Collector who seemed entranced by the exposed nylon. Lucy wanted to beg. She remembered how helplessly ticklish she felt the last time she was de-booted. But she knew it would be no use so she sat stoically with her boot at The Doll Collector's mercy.

"Exquisite!" The Doll Collector whispered as she took off her glove and ran her finger along the exposed nylon down her ankle.

Lucy squeaked submissively at the feeling. It was a feeling she hadn't felt for a very long time, but one that was all too familiar. She was horribly sensitive to nylon tickling. "Please don't," she pleaded softly unable to help herself. She was tempted to pull her foot away, even if it meant leaving her boot in The Doll Collector's hands. But something kept her from moving. She was paralyzed.

"This is natural polyphylon," The Doll Collector whispered to herself hardly able to contain her arousal as she ran her finger up and down the exposed ankle. "I love the way it feels. The polyphylon we've managed to synthesize is sheerer, smoother and superior in nearly every way. But there's something so natural feeling about the real material that we've been unable to replicate. It's kind of like the difference between natural silk stockings and nylon stockings. I must know all of its secrets. I must crack the code." The Doll Collector looked up threateningly at Lucy, "Tell me everything you know about this body stocking you're wearing."

A wave a adrenaline rushed through Lucy as she felt The Doll Collector's hands move to the heel and toe of the boot ready to remove it. She knew this interrogation was coming but was still unable to mentally prepare for it. Her only hope was to reason with her. "You have to stop this," Lucy pleaded, "You know what you're doing is wrong. You'll be put away for the rest of your life. Eventually they'll find out and you'll be finished. You can kiss your empire goodbye."

"Well then you can kiss your boot goodbye," The Doll Collector said as she slowly slid the boot off of Lucy's foot.

Lucy moaned submissively as she felt the cold air on her ankle and foot as the boot came off. She failed to hold back a giggle as she felt the leather of her boot brush against her sole as her sensitive foot was exposed. She closed her eyes tightly and heard a startled creak from Faye as she watched. She heard Angelica laugh and opened her eyes to see the blonde interrogator pull up a chair in front of Faye, likely to interrogate her as well. Faye gave muffled cries of protest through her gag.

The Doll Collector held her index finger threateningly against Lucy's warm sole as she continued, "The best thing about having polyphylon wearing subordinates is that I can keep them loyal because they are so susceptible to interrogation. Few have been able to hold back information under the mere threat of tickle torture. None have been able after tickling has begun. It's more affective than water-boarding, don't you think, Angelica?"

"Yes Mistress," Angelica answered as she lifted Faye's foot onto her lap amid her helpless protests. "Oh, my, I think this one is more deserving of the 'loose shoes' epithet. Look at these sneakers. They slip right off quite effortlessly," Angelica teased as she deprived Faye of her shoe. Faye squealed as her petite stocking foot was revealed.

"Exquisite," The Doll Collector said admiring the sheer black nylon with the thin spiral design on Faye's foot. She reached over and traced the thin spiral line down Faye's foot. Faye moaned timidly. "Natural polyphylon too. I don't think I've seen a pattern this pretty before. Whoever designed this was a true master." The Doll Collector looked back at Lucy, "I'm glad they're not being made anymore. Sophisticate would have a hard time competing. You must tell me who made it, now!" The Doll Collector asked more forcefully as she dragged her finger across Lucy's arch.

"Aaaahhaahahaa! No! Please!" Lucy begged through tears and laughter.

The Doll Collector stopped and waited for a response. But Lucy just tried to catch her breath, she couldn't move, but could feel the adrenaline rush through her system and exhaust her. That slight brush had tickled her more than she could have imagined. In fact, she had never felt a tickling so intense before in her life, even after she had first worn her body stocking. The Doll Collector smiled, "It looks like you're starting to realize how difficult holding back this information will be for you. You and your friend have been injected with a paralytic serum that not only prevents you from moving, but also greatly intensifies your sensitivity to touch. I'm afraid it will only be worse for you if you continue to hold out. Lucy looked up at her pleadingly but said nothing.

"May I?" Angelica asked positioning her fingers on Faye's sole. Faye's eyes darted fearfully between her vulnerable foot, Angelica, The Doll Collector, and Lucy. Lucy could only look back sympathetically.

"You may," The Doll Collector answered politely. The tickling began at once and Faye screamed and cried helplessly as Angelica's fingers lightly brushed against the ultra sheer material tightly enveloping her toes. Lucy looked on with horror as Faye's toes wiggled slightly, but like Lucy, she was unable to pull her foot away and had to endure every bit of the tickling. Faye began crying with laughter through her gag as tears ran down her face. And then, Lucy felt the dreadful tickling sensation again on her own foot, as The Doll Collector resumed her torture. Lucy screamed with laughter and only hoped that she would pass out soon. It took every ounce of her will not to reveal the secrets of the polyphylon.


The screaming sounds of Lucy's and Faye's laughter was heard in the garage of the mansion where Sarah was hidden underneath one of the town cars. "This is awful. I don't know what to do," she thought to herself. She was lucky to have escaped from Lucy's pocket on the plane before being noticed. She had seen the goons carry Faye and Lucy into the building and followed at a distance, but due to her small size was unable to keep up with them. Now she wasn't sure what to do. After hearing the screams she was even less sure. She was going to need help, or at least wait until Faye and Lucy were left alone before doing anything. Suddenly she heard tiny recognize-able voices in the distance.

"Oh god, they're tickle torturing someone," Lisa said as she timidly followed Beth, "are you sure you want to go in there?"

"About time you came, I never thought you the type to keep company with naked girls," Sarah joked as stepped out from under the car and approached her friend.

"Sarah, you're safe!" Lisa said relieved as she ran towards her.

"Yeah, yeah," Sarah smiled, "I missed you to, Lisa," she said as the group hugged each other after reuniting. "Wait, why's miss vanilla here?" Sarah asked looking at Gwen suspiciously. "She nearly crushed me under her foot, and she stole my boot!" Gwen's cheeks reddened and she looked at Lisa pleadingly. She tried covering her naked body clad only in the sheer white body stocking as best she could, clearly still very self-conscious about her nudity.

"That's Gwen. Don't worry, she's here to help," Lisa answered.

"And now's her chance to," Beth said looking at Gwen, "How do we get in to find this doctor of yours?"

"I'm …. not sure, I've never been in the garage before. If we can get around to the back of the mansion I might be able to find a way in."

"Might?" Beth sighed, "I thought you knew this place."

"I didn't exactly have much time to explore the grounds of the mansion when I was prisoner here. But I remember one of the girls telling me about a small tunnel in the back of the mansion that connects to the inner walls. I think there's a way to the doctor's lab from there."

"You think?" Beth shook her head, "I need more to go on than that." She turned to Sarah hopefully, "have you seen anything?"

"I saw them taking Lucy and Faye through that security door up there," she said pointing up ahead towards an electronically locked door near a security guard booth. There were two guards present, and nowhere nearby to hide. It looked as if there was no sneaking passed, even at their size, even if they could open the door somehow.

"What about Vanessa?"

"I didn't see her," Sarah answered.

"Oh no," Lisa cried out concerned, "Is it possible she wasn't on the plane? They might be holding her in that warehouse!"

The three of them stood silently for a moment, the gravity of their situation sinking in. After a moment, Beth finally spoke, "I guess we're just going to have to find a way to the back of the mansion. There's no way we're getting through that door without getting caught ourselves. Fortunately the garage exit is open, but we'll have to be very sneaky. There are guards there as well. But we can do this, girls. We'll use our small size to our advantage." Beth looked down at her own naked body clad only in the very sheer green body stocking. "I never though I'd be making motivational speeches naked."



The four of them made it passed the guards outside the garage uneventfully, except for a moment where Sarah, still in one boot, tripped while trying to run forcover after a guard had turned toward them. Fortunately, they were not seen and managed to hide behind a large dumpster as they made their way to the lawn on the side of the mansion.

The journey to the back of the building of the building was long and arduous. The grass was up to their waste and tickled their hosiery clad legs horribly. Beth and Gwen, who's polyphylon bodies were completely exposed, found themselves particularly vulnerable. They laughed helplessly as the grass tickled their feet, legs, tummy and the longer bits even sometimes reached their breasts. It got so bad that they collapsed, weakened by the tickling. And were forced to crawl through the grass, exposing them even more.

"Hahahahahaha! I cahahahahan't Taahahahake it! I hahaave to get out of this grahahahahasss!" Gwen begged as she found herself unable to move another inch.
Beth was also exhausted with laugher. "Wehehehe'll stop here for a bit," she said trying to catch her breath. "What I wouldn't do for some clothes right now. Or even just a pair of pants and shoes. This is unbearable. But we have to stay in the grass. We can't afford to be seen. We'll just have to take it slow and endure the tickling."

"Good," Sarah said defiantly, "Vanilla here deserves the torture, after stepping on me and stealing my boot. If I had both boots on I could probably bear this a little better."

Lisa, the only one fully clothed was also relieved to rest for a bit as her exposed legs were still quite ticklish. But since she still had both of her boots, she was considerably less bothered by the grass than the other girls. Still, she didn't like wading through the jungle of grass. "I would really rather avoid the grass," she said fearfully, "what about bugs?"

"Are you kidding?" Sarah said, "This place reeks of bug spray. I don't think any animal can survive in this grass for long."

"Including us," Gwen said as she recovered her breath and sat up. "Eeek!" she shouted jerking her hand away. To everyone's horror, an ant was clinging to her little finger by its pincers. The ant was almost as big as her arm. She shook her hand violently and finally got it off only to find another attached to her foot. "Oh my god!"

"They're everywhere!" Sarah screamed as she shook one off her boot. Sure enough, they were surrounded by aunts.

"Let's get out of here!" Beth shouted as she darted to her feet and ran towards the mansion. But it was easier said then done. There was a lot of ground to cover before they got out of the grass, and the tickling sensation of the grass didn't let up. Fortunately, the adrenaline rush had numbed them to the sensation for a moment. But after it wore off they soon found it impossible to resist succumbing to the tickling. Gwen was the first to fall, followed closely by Beth, who were the most vulnerable since they had no clothes to shield them from the grass.

"Come on guys!" Lisa turned to say after realizing they had fallen behind.

Sarah, who had stopped to help Beth, turned to look ahead at Sarah. Her eyes widened with alarm. "Lisa! Move!"

"What?" Lisa looked down and screamed as soon as the realization came that she was standing at the base of an ant hill. Ants were swarming around her boots, nibbling and tearing at the leather. "Ah! No!" She screamed trying to kick them way. But they were much too large and strong for her. Climbing on top of each other they soon knocked her down. She let out a blood curdling scream as they swarmed her, biting and tearing with their pincers. But, strangely enough, her scream changed to laughter, as the nibbling wasn't doing her any harm, but was only tickling her. The polyphylon was obviously doing it's job. Sarah dashed towards her and grabbed her hand, trying to pull her from their grasp. But the ants were much too strong for her. "Ohohoha nohoho, my boots! Hahah!" Lisa squealed as the ants tore the boots away from her feet.

"Ahhh! Get away! Shoo!" Gwen shouted as ants began swarming her and Beth as well. Sarah looked down to see the ants starting to target her, knocking her to the ground and tearing at her clothes and boot.
"Shit! AAAAHahahahaha!" she screamed and laughed as she felt her self being lifted off the ground by several ants. She felt the cold air on her foot as her boot came away. The tickling was unbearable as the ants clawed and nibbled tearing away her leotard and leaving her naked like Beth and Gwen. Even more so since she was only wearing her pantyhose up to her waste, and not covering her whole body. Helplessly squirming, she found herself being carried toward the ant hill. The ants had all merged into one huge swarm of at least a hundred, completely overwhelming any resistance she could offer. Behind her she could see the swarm carrying Beth and Gwen. In front she saw Lisa being carried as well, stripped to her pantyhose just as Sarah had been. There was nothing she could do to escape.

"Hahaha! Oh God! Kevin! Are you there!" Beth shouted in between cries of laughter. "Kevin! Come in! Hehahahehhaha!"

"What is it Beth?" Kevin's voice could be heard from Beth's body.

"Thank Gohahahad! Hehehe! Enlarge me now! Ohhahhaoh! Not too fast though, I need to be cahahahonscious. Hahahahhurry!"

"You want me to hurry, but not too fast?" Kevin asked confused.

"Kevin! Ahahhaahaha! I have no time to argue, just dhahahoohoo it Now!"

Beth slowly started to grow in size. "Aaaaaah!" she screamed in pain. "Slow down Kevin! Aaaack!"

"Okay, okay! You said you wanted it now," Kevin said defensively.

"I do, just --- Ohhhhh!" She moaned as she continued to grow, a little more slowly now. Soon she was too big for the ants to carry her and they were crushed under her weight. After reaching about three feet in height she screamed "Stop it! Ecckk! Stop growing me!"

"Okay, okay," Kevin said, his voice much louder now that she was bigger.

"Shut up Kevin!" Beth whispered trying to catch her breath. "The guards will here us."

"I can't do anything right," he whispered back.

"SHUT UP!" Beth said getting to her feet. She grabbed Gwen and Sarah and shook the ants off of them. Lisa was further ahead as the ants tried to squeeze her into a hole in the ant hill that was far too small for her. "Goddamn bugs!" she groaned as she started stomping on the ants in her stocking feet. None of them managed to stick to her stockings for long, as the polyphylon was much too frictionless to allow any debris to soil their appearance. She made her way towards Lisa and flicked the bugs away from her before grabbing her as well.

"Hey who's there!" a guard was heard shouting from the front of the building.

"Fuck!" Beth said scurrying as quickly as she could towards the back of the mansion. She ignored the grass tickling her feet as she quickly made it to the walkway by the mansion wall.

"You there! Stop!" The guard ordered. Beth ignored it and ran as quickly as she could towards the back.

"Okay Kevin, make me small again! Do it slowly!" Gwen said as she ran as fast as her short legs could take her.

"Can you make up your mind?" Kevin asked.

"Just shut up and do it!" All the girls shouted as Beth made her way towards the rear of the building. She had to cover nearly half an acre of ground before she could get there, and it only got more difficult as she started to shrink. "Oh god, so good!" Beth moaned, but she did her best to resist the urge to succumb the pleasurable sensations shrinking made her feel. Soon it became impossible for her to hold onto Gwen, Sarah and Lisa, so she dropped them and they ran along side her as she continued to slowly shrink back to their size.

When they finally made it behind the mansion she was back to her previous shrunken size of five and a half inches. The girls stopped to catch their breath. Their respite was immediately interrupted when they heard the guards coming up from behind. "Shit, we have to hide. Should we go back in the grass?" Sarah asked.

"No! Over there!" Gwen pointed to a small crack in the back wall surrounding the mansion. "I'm sure that's where we have to go." Gwen grabbed Beth's hand as she ran towards it.

"But that leads away from the mansion," Beth protested as she was dragged.

"Trust me, this is the way," Gwen said as she led the girls across a concrete path to the back wall.

"We'll never make it in time, they're right behind us! Let's just run into the grass!" Lisa cried as she tried to keep up.

"No thank you," Gwen said, "I've had enough grass and bugs for one day. Trust me, this way is better."

As they approached, Sarah noticed that all that could be seen on the other side was the ocean far below them. It looked as though Gwen was leading them to a cliff edge. "Are you sure this is the right way?"

"I'm certain!" Gwen assured them. It wasn't too far to run, fortunately, since there wasn't much of a back yard to this mansion, the main grounds being at the front and sides. They made it to the crack just in time and stopped to catch their breaths as they heard the guards approach.

"I don't see anyone," they heard one of them say, "What did you see?"

"I heard a voice, and when I came to check it out I saw a little green person in the grass running towards to the back?"

"Little green person, eh? What are you looking for, a pot of gold?"

"It wasn't a leprechaun. It looked like a little girl, but she had male voice. She looked … naked, but she was green. Actually, maybe it was a leprechaun, she had red hair."

"I think maybe you need some time off, Ed."


On the other side of the wall, the girls stood on the edge of an enormous cliff. The ocean stretched beneath them. They noticed that the mansion was seated atop a small plateau in the corner of the island. Further inland, they could see the city of Nylondon. "This is amazing!" Lisa said.

"Yeah, but it's a dead end," said Sarah realizing there was nowhere to go but into the water far below.

"No, look," Gwen said pointing towards a ledge beneath them. There appeared to be a small hole in the side. "That leads to the storage closet of the mansion," she said climbing down towards it, "A group of girls managed to carve out some tunnels using a miniaturized drill that Dr. Cole had built for them. This is the only one that leads outside. Unfortunately, the mansion is too high up to escape. Still, this tunnel comes in handy from time to time … like now."

Gwen led the girls through a very dark tunnel as she told them all about what she had heard about Dr. Jasmine Cole. "I never met her, but I had heard that she's been secretly working on a way to free us. You see, she has a sister who's also a slave to one of the original body stockings. Her name is Penelope. I think she might have been the Doll Collector's first slave."

"I just hope we can trust her, she's the only hope we have," Beth said, "Do you know how to find her?"

"I'm just going by what I've heard," Gwen said, "I know that this leads to the storage closet and that there are tunnels up through the walls. I've seen the closet and some of the tunnels, but I've never seen Dr. Cole. All I've heard is that her lab is somewhere in the upper floors, so we'll have to crawl through the walls."

As they came out from inside the tunnel they found themselves in a well lit room that looked like much more than a closet. Dusty boxes and old dollhouses were littered across the floor and small lights flickered within a few of them. "Don't worry, the Doll Collector never comes in here," Gwen said, "every once in awhile she sends her minions to clean the place up, but no one's discovered that it is a hiding place for escaped dolls. Let's get some clothes in one of the dollhouses before we continue.

"Thank God," Beth said, "I'm tired of being naked." The girls entered the closetst dollhouse and found themselves facing a rather hospitable looking living room built just for their size. All of them breathed a sigh of relief and their spirits lifted as they finally found themselves in a comfortable surrounding.

"Maybe we can rest for a bit, these past two days have been exhausting," Lisa said hopefully as she collapsed on a nearby couch.

"That sounds good," Beth said finally realizing how tired she was as well. She sat down on a comfy chair next to Sarah who also collapsed on the couch. "But only a few minutes. I don't want to waste too much time. Who knows what's happened to Niesa or Vanessa."

"I'll grab some outfits from upstairs for us," Gwen said as she walked upstairs, "You guys rest, I doubt you've gotten much sleep. What kind of clothes would you like to try on?"

But the only responses Gwen had gotten back were snores. All three of them had fallen asleep.

[Red Parrot]

Thank you for putting in so much time and effort. I didn't ever think of that last story as one that would have a sequel, so this surprised me a lot! I really, really enjoyed the last one so it was a welcome surprise. Thanks again, this is very much appreciated. The good long stories are few and far in between!

[Mandrake]

Chapter 14 – Crawl Spaces and Ventilation Shafts

"We've got it!" Dr. Sedgewick said with excitement as he burst into Jasmine's lab. He was holding Lucy's shrinker with a broad smile. "Quickly, scan it and make copies of it with our 3D printer. We need to find a way to hack into it so we can break the code for the natural polyphylon body stockings."

"Are you serious?" Jasmine said with excitement as she stood to take the shrinker from Sedgewick.

"Yes I am. Did I not promise you that we'd solve this puzzle eventually? According to our new prisoners, this shrink ray can be programmed to control the original body stockings! Including the one your sister is trapped in. We've found the key! We can finally free her!"

Jasmine studied the mysterious device awe-struck finding it hard to believe that the answers she'd been looking for for all these years were now in her hands. "Do you really think the 3D printer will be able to duplicate it? I know it's state of the art and all, but we usually use it to duplicate miniature versions of clothing, accessories and basic tools. This looks downright … alien."

"I know, doesn't it? The language is like nothing I've ever seen. I wouldn't be surprised if it actually IS alien. Haven't I always said that polyphylon must have come from another world?" Jasmine ignored him as she put the device in the scanner. He continued, "It's worth trying to duplicate in the 3D printer though, even if the duplicate doesn't work. We need to be able to experiment with it and take it apart, and I don't want to risk breaking it. It's the only one we have. They're interrogating the prisoners right now to find out if there are any more out there."

A smile came to Jasmine's face as an idea suddenly came into her head. "Don't you think that one of us should be present then?" Jasmine asked, "The mistress may know a lot about manufacturing hosiery, but she's no scientist. Why don't you go down there and assist with the interrogation."

"Good idea!" Sedgewick said excited to have a reason to be in on the tickle torture. "Angelica wouldn't let me near them, but I'm sure the Mistress will understand why it's essential that a scientific mind be present. Make sure to thoroughly scan and duplicate it as best you can while I'm away."

Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief after Sedgewick rushed out of the room. As soon as the door closed she said, "Okay, you can come out now."

Niesa and her minitiarized companions peaked out from under Jasmine's desk. "What was that all about?" Niesa asked.

"It looks like Dr. Sedgewick has just unknowingly delivered us our victory over the Doll Collector," she said smiling as she studied the scan results on her screen.

"Oh? That's good news! But what does that mean?" Tamara asked.

"It means that there's a change in plans," Penelope said sharing her sister's smile. "There's no need for us to sneak into Sedgewick's lab and steal his shrink ray. Once my sister figures out how to use that thing, she can return us to normal size. All of us. Not just you girls wearing the new sophisticate brand pantyhose, but even those of us who are trapped in the original body stockings."

"Yes! Finally! Me first!" Amanda shouted excited.
"Not so fast," Penelope said, "first my sister has to study that thing. It will take an hour at least."

"Half hour," Jasmine said confidently as she retrieved the device from the scanner, "I already have a pretty good idea on how to work it. As alien as it looks, it's actually not too different from the ones Sedgewick and I built. The symbols are different though, so coding will take some time, but I think I can find the correct patterns. I'm going to need to scan each of you with it for proper calibration."

Jasmine picked up Amanda, "Hey! My shoe!" she shouted as she was lifted out of one of her shoes.

"Easy there," Jasmine said as she pointed the shrinker at Amanda, who was nearly falling out of her dress as she was held awkwardly between Jasmine's fingers. "All done, that wasn't too hard, was it?" Jasmine said as she gently placed her on the floor.

"You could have warned me," Amanda said slipping back into her shoe.

As Jasmine scanned each of the shrunken girls in turn Niesa turned to Penelope. "Don't you think we should rescue the others in the basement before we return to our normal sizes? How are we going to sneak down there?"

"I was thinking the same thing," Penelope said, "We should go down there and free as many as we can while Jasmine works on cracking the code."

"But how are we going to open the packages they are trapped in? They're sealed up tight. Even with all of us, it will take a long time to open up just one package at our size."

"OUR SIZE," Niesa's voice could be heard loudly through the device. Jasmine smiled again. "Well, it looks like I can communicate with you through this thing, Penelope. Brilliant feature! By the time you get down there, I should be able to return you to your normal size remotely. Then it should be easy to open all the packages.


Lucy could barely see when she saw the man enter the room. Her eyes were blurry with tears of laughter. She was now half her former size. The Doll Collector had been tickling only her right foot and she had barely been able to stand it. She was ready to confess everything. But Faye had broken before her.

"I'll tell you everything! Just please stop!" Faye begged. She too was just under 3 feet tall now and swimming in her clothes. The tickling had shrunken her even more than it had Lucy. Angelica stopped tickling, but held her fingers over Faye's sole. Faye gasped for air.

"Well?" Angelica said impatiently moving her fingers closer.

"No! Just! Where do you want me to start?"

"The polyphylon body hose! What is it? Where did it come from?" The Doll Collector demanded.

"It's ..." Faye looked at Lucy puzzled, Lucy looked back sympathetically, grateful that the tickling had stopped. "It's not from this world," Faye finally said. A hushed silence filled the room. Sedgewick, who had just walked into the room, was the first to break it.

"I knew it!" he shouted happily. "I knew it was alien!"

"Shut up Sedgewick!" Angelica scolded before turning to Faye cruelly. "You still haven't answered the Mistress's question."

"It's from a planet called Taaj," Faye answered fearfully as Angelica's fingers moved closer. "A woman named Yvonne Palsrek was the first to come upon it. She was captured by aliens, umm, the Taajians, I mean, and forced to wear the body stocking. She was completely at their mercy. They could shrink her at will, and she couldn't remove it. She didn't have the means. They gave her a mission, you see."

Angelica stared at her in disbelief, "This is bullshit," Angelica finally said to the Doll Collector, "Captured by aliens? She's making it up, obviously."

But the Doll Collector ignored Angelica, "What was her mission?" she asked seriously.

Lucy looked down at her still booted left foot. She wiggled her toes. The paralysis was fading!

Faye continued "To get as many women as she could. At least fifty, to wear the body stocking and shrink them. She was to bring them back to the ship so that the Taajians could take them as wives. You see, the planet Taaj was destroyed long ago in an intergalactic war. All that's left are refuges, mostly military males and a few infertile females. They had found a new home planet, but had no way of repopulating it."

"You don't actually believe this, do you?" Angelica asked staring at the Doll Collector.

"I do," Sedgewick said excited. "It makes perfect sense!"

"Shut up Sedgewick!" Both the Doll Collector and Angelica said.

"It's true," Lucy finally said looking up. "It's all true. Unbelievable, but true. She didn't quite succeed though. She got a few of us. Not enough of us to save their species. But we've been living with them for the passed seven years. We've already had children with them. But they sent us back here, after we found out about your little … experiments with the polyphylon that was left behind."

"So you're working with them … these Taajians … I thought you were their prisoners." The Doll Collector said with suspicion.

"At first we were," Faye said, "But you don't understand what we've been through these passed seven years. They are a desperate people, but they are good. They mean us no harm. In fact, they treat us like queens. And they need our help. They … that is, we ... need the Earth's help."

Lucy continued, her eyes fixed angrily on The Doll Collector, "And we won't sit idly by as twisted perverts like you enslave and torture young women and sell them as toys!" With great effort, Lucy kicked the Doll Collector away from her with her still booted left foot. Faye, taking her cue, did the same against Angelica. The two of them pushed passed Sedgewick and bolted for the door behind him.

"Sedgewick! Get them!" The Doll Collector ordered. But Sedgewick lost his balance and fell on his face. "You clumsy fool!"

Lucy and Faye stumbled down the corridor, each single shod but still wearing their oversized clothes. "What do we do now, Lucy?" Faye asked fearfully as she stumbled after her.

"Just run!" Lucy said fearfully. She really had no clue what to do next. All she knew was that they had to escape somehow and get help. Guards were heard running towards them up ahead. "Quick! In here!" Lucy said pulling Faye into a nearby door.

They found themselves in one of the mansion's many closets. It was pitch black, and neither Lucy nor Faye could see a thing. They could hear the guards come upon the hall. "Search the closet!" barked Angelica from the other side. Faye began to panic as she held the door shut. But Lucy's eyes began to adjust and she noticed that the closet was much bigger than she first thought. There was a large metal filing cabinet near the door.

"Help me push this!" Lucy ordered Faye. Using all their strength, the two of them managed to knock over the filing cabinet. It fell at an angle just as the guards tried to open the door. Lucy found the light switch and turned on the lights. Fortunately the top of the cabinet had become lodged between the closet shelf and the large wooden studs holding them up. They would have to open door with enough force to tear the stud free from the wall in order to get inside. But Lucy knew it wouldn't take them long break in. To make matters worse, the closet had no other exit. They were trapped.

"Look here!" Faye said climbing a series of boxes towards the ceiling. The ceiling tiles looked easy to remove. "Give me a boost!" she said. Lucy climbed underneath her and pushed her up. Their smaller size proved advantageous as she nimbly opened the ceiling tile and climbed through a small crawl place in between floors. She pulled Lucy up before carefully covering the tile behind them.

Though they were quite small and light, they knew that they had to be very careful to stick to the metal scaffolding, lest they put too much wait on the tiles and fall through. Lucy and Faye found their loose fitting clothing to be quite bulky as they crawled through the narrow space. Faye found it impossible to keep her remaining sneaker on as she pulled herself forward through the tight space, and it wasn't long before Lucy lost her boot as well. Soon, they found their pants and shirts tearing off as they got snagged on nails and the rough surfaces. "Where should we exit? We're going to be naked before we get out of here!"

Lucy opened a tile and peered below. She saw another corridor with guards patrolling up ahead. She quickly closed the tile to avoid being seen. "Keep going. We need to find an unguarded place to exit, and stay quiet!" she whispered. It wasn't long before both girls were stripped of their clothes completely, and had to crawl in just their sheer body stockings. On the bright side they found it much easier to crawl through the narrow passage without their bulky ill-fitting clothes, despite the loss of their dignity.


As Penelope led Niesa and their group down through the hidden spaces inside the walls of the mansion, they soon found themselves in a wider crawl space. Niesa shrieked as a great force knocked her right out of her shoes and onto her back. She looked up in fear as she shined her small flashlight on a large hand that was descending upon her. "Help!" she screamed as the hand came down on top of her. But as soon as she felt the hand press on her, it was quickly moved, and the giant woman made a startled shriek.

"Eeek! who's that?" She cried moving her hand in front of the flashlight to get a better look.

Niesa got to her feet and noticed that her shoes were gone, but she kept the flashlight shined on the giant woman in front of her. She was definitely much larger than Niesa, but still looked considerably smaller than a normal sized woman. She noticed she was naked except for a sheer purple body stocking. Obviously she was partially shrunken. "Who are you?" she asked fearfully.

Penelope's flashlight shined on Niesa and the woman finally got a good look at her. Her expression changed to one of relief. "I'm Lucy Davis, we've come to rescue you."

"Lucy Davis?" Niesa asked recalling something Beth told her, "Why does that name sound familiar."

"How do you plan on rescuing us?" Penelope asked suspiciously, "It doesn't look like your plan is going well."

"It certainly isn't," the woman behind Lucy said, "we were captured as well and are really just trying to escape right now."

"Well, I haven't abandoned our mission yet, Faye," Lucy said. "We just need to find a secret way out of here."

"You're not going to find one in these crawl spaces," Penelope said, "but if you truly want to help us, you should come to the basement. That's where we're headed. We're going to need your help to open all the packages."

"Packages?" Lucy asked surprised.

"Just follow us, I think you just might be able to fit through the ventilation duct. We'll have to go through storage though."


Thump!

Beth awoke and noticed she was lying on the wall of the house, the floor and ceiling were now serving as walls and the furniture had fallen next to her. The house had also become very dark, as it appeared the light outside had been turned off. But there was a dim light coming from a nearby room that enabled her to see her surroundings. "What happened?" she asked groggily.

"Someone knocked the house over," Sarah said fearfully, having also fallen over.

Voices could be heard from outside the doll's house. "Easy Faye, watch where you're going!"

"I can't see anything down here!" Faye complained, "Those tiny flashlights don't exactly cover a lot of ground."

"It's Lucy and Faye!" Lisa said excited, "We should tell them where we are!"

"Shhh!" Beth whispered, "I don't trust those women. Why would they be walking freely around here? Weren't they captured?"

"Maybe they escaped," Lisa said fearfully.

"Beth is right," Sarah said, "they captured and tortured us once before, I never really warmed up to them either. And I still don't buy that whole alien story they fed us."

The girls listened as Lucy and Faye made there way to the other end of the storage closet. "Still, we should follow them," Beth said, "Where's Gwen anyway?"

"I'm here," Gwen said crawling out of one of the sideways doors that led to the upstairs bedroom, she was carrying a doll sized flashlight that had been the source of the dim light. As Beth's eyes came into focus she soon learned that Gwen was dressed as Alice from Alice and Wonderland. The three girls laughed as she tried to get to her feet. "Well it's better than being naked!" Gwen laughed as she pointed her flashlight at the three girls clad only in their hosiery.

Beth sighed, "let's get dressed first. Did you find us clothes?"

"I put them on the couch next to you, should be somewhere on the floor … er wall now. Flashlights should be there too," Gwen said.

Gwen picked up the outfit nearest to her, noticing that it was the outfit and boots of a super villain she had recognized from cartoons she grew up watching. "Poison Ivy?" Beth sighed, eyeing Gwen with one eyebrow raised.

"It goes well with your green tights," Gwen answered defensively.

"Cat woman?" Sarah asked frowning as she picked up her leather costume and high heeled boots.

"Oh cool, I get to be Batgirl!" Lisa exclaimed as she started donning her costume.


Penelope's voice could be heard through the shrinker, "We've made it through the storage room and we're going to go through the ventilation duct that leads to the basement. We have some help now so we might not need you to grow us right away. Still let me know if you crack the ---"

Jasmine quickly turned down the volume on Lucy's shrinker as soon as she heard the door open. It was Sedgewick. "The prisoners escaped," he said rubbing the bruise on his forehead, "they're still in the mansion though. I don't see how they'll be able to get far though, even if they do manage to get outside. Has the scan finished?"

"Yes," Jasmine answered, "it's printing the copy now."

"Good, I'm going to need to use the shrinker. We think they're trying to sneak through the crawl spaces in the ceiling so Angelica wants me to try and grow them back to their original size with their shrinker."

"You won't be able to," Jasmine said doing her best to stall him, "I still haven't cracked the code for their polyphylon. If you give me some more time with it I should have it ready for you."

"I'd rather you experiment with the copy," Sedgewick said taking the shrinker from her, "I'm sure I can crack the code. You're not the only genius here."

"But I'm so close, just let me finish my work with it," Jasmine said trying her best not to sound desperate. She stood up and tried to grab the shrinker back. Sedgewick pulled it away from her and pushed her back into her chair.

"What are you up to?" he said smiling suspiciously, "You really don't want me to take this shrinker. You're hiding something from me, I've seen you like this before."

"No, I'm not, I'm just …" but her voice trailed off as Sedgewick lifted up her foot. She looked on helplessly as Sedgewick slipped off her shoe. "No! Please don't!" she begged.

"Just a little tickle interrogation to find out what you're hiding from me," Sedgewick laughed maniacally as he dragged his finger across her sole.

"Eeeeeheeeheee!" she squeaked. "Stop!"

"Why should I? I didn't get the chance to take part in the interrogation of the prisoners, but at least I get to interrogate my favorite subject."

"Get away from me, you creep!" Jasmine said kicking him in the face with her still shod foot. Sedgewick fell backwards, but not before pulling her remaining shoe off. Jasmine could tell she had kicked him in the same place he had fallen and injured earlier. He looked up at her enraged.

"How dare you!" he said rubbing the now bleeding bruise. "I'm confiscating your shoes for that kick," he said as he got to his feet. "You'll have to work in your stocking feet from now on. I know how much you hate that. Your tootsies are too sensitive."

"Fine, take my shoes, you foot pervert," she said angrily. She had had enough of Sedgewick and knew that pretending to be nice to him was no longer going to work towards her advantage.

"I think it's time you were shrunken down to size and punished again. A good long one this time," Sedgewick threatened.

"Go and get your shrink ray then and do it!" she yelled angrily, "You're too dumb to figure out how to use that one on me!"

"I will!" he said taken aback. He was not used to being spoken to by her like that. He looked at the shrinker perplexed for a moment, but then looked at Jasmine with an evil smile. "I know what you're doing. You think by saying I can't shrink you with this alien device, that my bruised ego will motivate to try that very thing. I'll waste time trying to figure out how to shrink you with it and you'll get out of your punishment. Well it won't work, clever girl. I'll be right back with MY shrink ray, and you will endure a good long punishment. Taking her shoes and the shrinker, Sedgewick backed out of her lab, careful not to turn his back on her.

After the door shut, Jasmine looked down at her delicate stocking feet and sighed in frustration. She buried her face in her hands knowing she was in for it when he returned, and there really was nothing she could do about it. She doubted very much that she would be granted the same freedoms she had been afforded so far. Just then the 3D printer beeped and the hum from the printing process stopped. The duplicate was finished. Jasmine stood up suddenly and picked it up. "I hope this is a perfect duplicate," she said as she attempted to work the device. She had a very limited time to act.


"What are they doing?" Sarah asked Beth as she peaked out from behind a box. They had finally gotten dressed and had followed Lucy and Faye to the other end of the storage room, a large vent in the wall was being pried open with a stick they had found.

"Shhh!" Beth answered as she listened to the conversation.

"How did you get this open at your size?" Faye asked as she tried in vain to open the vent.

"I never had to," the tiny voice of Penelope could be heard, "I can fit through the cracks."

"Yeah, but we can't," Lucy sighed, "damn, I guess we should have endured more tickling, Faye, we would have been smaller."

"No way, no more of that! I'm done with tickle torture. Never again!" Lucy gave Faye a quick tickle across her exposed belly.

"Ehehahahehaha!" Faye laughed knocking Lucy's hand away angrily. "I'll stick this piece of wood up your ass if you try that again! And don't think your body stocking will protect you, it's stretchy enough to allow this thing to go up pretty far!"

"Okay, okay," Lucy laughed defensively, "I couldn't resist. It's hard not to tickle someone who's wearing only a sheer polyphylon body suit."

"Well, you're just as naked as me!" Faye said returning to her task, "You don't see me trying to tickle you."

Beth had heard enough. Quietly she made her way back to Gwen, Lisa and Sarah. "They're trying to open that vent over there. It looks as though they were shrunken somewhat by tickle torture and lost their clothes. I have a feeling they're trying to escape. The strange thing is that there are other shrunken girls with them, but our size. I couldn't make out who they were though, they were too small to see from here. Maybe you might know them, Gwen.

"Maybe," Gwen said nervously as she peaked out from behind the box to get a better look. "They've got the vent open!" she said, "It looks like they're crawling through, the fully shrunken ones too."

"Do you recognize any of them?" Beth asked.

"I can't see them well enough," Gwen answered, "They're gone now, probably to the other side of the vent."

"Where does it lead?"

"I … I don't know. I've never been there. But … I've heard things about where it goes," Gwen said gravely.

"What things?"

"Screams. Horrific screams ... like girls getting tortured, and not in a tickling way," Gwen gulped nervously and the other girls shuddered at the word. "Back when I was hiding out down here I remember some of the girls talking about a basement where many of the shrunken girls would be taken. None of us knew what they would do to them. They were never seen again. We would sometimes hear screams through that vent over there. Tiny screams, very faint, and occasional the Doll Collector's wicked laugh. It creeped us out."

Beth looked at the open vent horrified for a moment before speaking, "Well … I'm going in there. This is what I came here for after all."

"You're crazy!" Gwen said, "Didn't you hear what I said? No one's returned from there. I thought we were going to find Dr. Jasmine? I told you she could help us!"

"If she truly can help us, then why hasn't she helped them?"

"She's been trying. She's already figured out how to reverse the effects of our pantyhose, maybe not your body stocking. But you have the control device for it. She might be able to figure out how to use it to remove it."

"My brother has the shrinker, and he's on another continent. Besides, what good is removing our polyphylon if we can't rescue the others? We'll be normal sized so it will be a lot harder to sneak around. Plus we'll be vulnerable to all sorts of dangers, not the least of which is bullets."

"Yes, but what good do you think it'll be going in there? Do you truly think you'll find anyone alive that you can rescue."

"Maybe. Maybe not. But I have to try. You don't have to come. I don't want to put anyone else at risk anyway. I dragged you guys far enough as it is. But I came here to save Niesa and her friends, and that's what I'm going to do. If there's a chance that she's been taken to this dungeon, I have to look while I still can. I don't see how it will be any easier to do that after we speak to this Doctor of yours, so I might as well check it out now."

And with that, Beth turned her back on her three companions and walked bravely towards the dark open vent.

Lisa looked at Sarah pleadingly. "We can't let her go alone! We have to help her!" she said finally as she ran after Beth. "Beth, wait!"

"Lisa, go back. I dragged you far enough as it is," Beth said without looking back.

"You didn't drag me. I came here for the same reason you did, to rescue my friends. If that's where they wound up, then that's where we have to go!"

"Yeah, Beth," Sarah said coming up from behind, "I never thought I'd admit it, but Lisa's a lot braver than I am. I really don't want to go in there, but she's right. We came to save our friends just like you did. We're going too."

"I really hate the situation you put me in," Gwen said catching up to the rest of them, "But I guess this is my mission now too. I'd feel awful if I just stayed behind in that dollhouse."

As the four tiny rescuers made their way towards the dark opening of the vent, not a word was said. Fear gripped all of them as they drew closer. They stopped for a moment at the entrance, peering into the blackness that seemed to extend indefinitely. A faint shuffling could be heard from within, most likely Faye and Lucy. Beth drew a deep breath and climbed inside, followed closely by her three companions. As the light behind them dimmed, all that could be seen in front of them was blackness. But they pressed on until the light behind them disappeared entirely, and they walked in total darkness. They still followed the noise of the shuffling they heard ahead of them. But suddenly that sound ceased.

The metal around them quaked as a dull thump was heard up ahead. Then there was total silence. This, combined with the total blackness made it almost too much for Beth to bear. She had no sound to follow, and no light to guide her. She felt disoriented and dizzy. But she only hesitated for a moment, and then continued forward. The footsteps of her companions could be heard behind her. They hadn't abandoned her, and they still had the courage to follow as long as she had the courage to lead. She had just grown accustomed to walking blindly forward when she suddenly took a bad step on an unstable part of the metal floor. It opened up beneath her and she found herself helplessly free falling nearly 15 feet. She hit the ground hard, but felt no pain. Her body stocking had saved her life yet again.

Looking up she examined her surroundings. She was definitely in the basement. And what a vast basement it was. Though it was dimly lit she could see shelf upon shelf of toy packages. At first she couldn't tell what they contained. But after letting her eyes come into focus it became clear. There were people in those packages. Miniature girls shrunken to doll size and dressed in various outfits. As he approached she could see they were staring blankly ahead, barely moving, but still breathing.

"Oh my god," was all Beth could say in response to the horrific site before her.