[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.