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#Post#: 15--------------------------------------------------
Lois Lane
By: Cya Date: October 10, 2018, 2:52 am
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A horde of preschoolers poured into the building, some greeting
the crazy woman who had shrunken Lois, while the others were too
hyped up to begin their day of play to say anything. Our heroine
hid under her expensive pantsuit, waiting for the ground to stop
shaking as a few toddlers ran past the pile of clothing.
Finally, after a few moments, the floor ceased to quake anxiety
the doll sized reporter poked her head out, scanning the area
around her.
"Okay, good." Lois said, sighing. "No one has noticed me yet."
Her relief was ended when she heard a pair of foot steps
approach. A high pitched voice called out, announcing their
discovery to the inhabitants of the daycare.
"Hey girls! Mrs. Anderson got us a new dolly!"
Before Lois could even turn around to see who was talking, the
small girl had her scooped up. Poor Lois was pinned between a
blond girl's hand. Her Barbie doll sized body thrashed and
struggled, trying valiantly to wriggle free, but the naked woman
ceased her struggles when she caught a glimpse of how high off
the ground she was. Had she broken the grip of her kindergarten
aged captor, she would've surely fallen and, with how tiny she
was, she'd most likely have scattered her legs. Thinking
quickly, the reporter knew she had to get out of this using her
skills in diplomacy.
"Hey! Let me go! I'm a grown woman!" The naked, Daily Planet
news woman declared.
"So!?" The blond girl questioned in that annoying tone that all
young girls possess. "Mrs. Anderson says that all the women she
gives us were naughty and must be punished. Why else would you
be tiny like the other ones? You must've done something bad!"
"Other ones?" Lois asks almost in a whispered voice. It suddenly
hits her like a ton of bricks. 'The missing women must've been
here!'
"Enough talk, Kayla!" A pouty girl interupted, stepping forward
from a group of girls which had assembled around the blond
holding Lois. "I want to play with our new dolly!"
A chorus of unanimous shouts roared around Kayla, eager to get
down to the business of playing. Each girl wanted their turn
with the reporter and they were growing impatient.
"Calm down girls, everyone will get a chance to play with your
new toy." A familiar voice assured them all, causing Kayla to
spin around and, from within the petite hands of the
kindergarten captor, Lois Lane spotted the owner and proprietor
of the daycare; Mrs. Anderson. The woman towered over the group
of five year olds and quickly reminded the investigative
journalist that, even though her new "playmates" were tall, the
criminal master mind, who shrank her, was practically the size
of a skyscraper when compared to the girls and herself. Aside
from how tall the woman was, Lois also noticed that she held
small, color cans of paint, perfect for finger painting.
"But, Mrs. Anderson! Kayla is hugging the new dolly and I want
to play 'baby!' The whiny, pouty black haired girl stated
urgently, trying to win custody of the tiny woman.
Lois felt her face cringe at the very thought of being forced to
be a baby. It was bad enough that she was nude and was expected
to be docile, allowing girls, who were not even a quarter of her
own age, to dress her in various outfits and dresses. However,
being put into a diaper, forced into a make believe scenario
where she was a baby was the worst thing she could imagine.
"Now, Christina." Mrs. Anderson looked down at the pouting brat
"We all must wait our turn. You'll get to play baby with our new
little friend soon enough. Until then, I think it's time for
some finger painting!"
All the girls smiled, some cheering and clapping. Lois, still
clasped in the little girl named Kayla's hands, thought that
maybe she'd be ignored due to the new activity being introduced.
Regardless of her hopes, she found herself being laid out on a
sheet of pristine, all white construction paper. Her body
shivered from the cold material, but she was finally free from
the clutches of Kayla.
Lois stood up, trying to get traction on the fairly slick
surface. It wasn't as smooth as traditional notebook paper, but
it certainly wasn't rough like cheap construction paper. No,
this stuff was more akin to canvas. Nonetheless, her slippery
steps didn't get her far and she fell mid step, right on to her
ample bum.
"Where you think you're going, missy?!" Kayla demands, grabbing
the fallen journalist by her tiny leg, dragging her back to the
center of the blank canvas. "It's time to paint!"
In an instant, a flurry of faces loom over head, all with
fingers coated in paint. Each girl's hands, covered in different
primary colors, descending on the tiny brunette, tracing her
pale skin with the tips of their fingers. Her soft body tingled
from the almost sensual invasion, causing the woman to groan,
back arched as each finger stimulated her more sensitive areas.
"Please!" Lois cries out. "Im a grown woman! I don't want this!"
Her pleas go unheard, ignored while her creamy skin is covered
in all the colors of the rainbow. Although there wasn't much to
work with, the girls had managed to draw some circles and
squiggly lines accross the reporter's flesh. The same flesh
which that currently screamed out in goose bumps where parts of
her body had endured the naive teasing. Then, one of nameless
girl's began to draw yellow ovals on her chest, primarily
focusing on her plump breasts. Lois was pinned down, her
sensitive nipples toyed with by the tip of the girl's finger
slowly tracing her boobs.
A blush screamed accross Lois' skin and covered her face, which
had been left paint free. Her ears burned and she felt like she
couldn't take much more. Under different circumstances, she
would have enjoyed this experience, making her pleasure known in
the moans of lust she felt. However, she couldn't get off like
this. She was literally a foot tall and being assaulted by a
dozen fingers, probably looking like something from a nineteen
sixties drug den, an Andy Warhol wet dream.
This is absolutely perfect and everything I wanted! Thank you so
much! Just to clarify one thing, her expensive clothes will be
shrunken down and remade into babyish versions right? Also, I've
got an idea for when she gets sent into the toy maker machine,
she could get a reject stamp on her rear which the machine uses
to identify each toy. This could lead to her being given a
really humiliating profile created by the kids, like nickname,
toy description and stuff like that.
#Post#: 16--------------------------------------------------
Re: Lois Lane
By: Cya Date: October 10, 2018, 4:47 am
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My idea would be that Lois Lane goes to investigate a daycare,
only to be caught by security. The lady in charge of the daycare
finds a suitable punishment for Lois. She shrinks Lois down to
the size of a doll, and sends her into the playroom. The kids
play with her as if she's a toy, painting humiliating things on
her body, sending her clothes through a toy machine that changes
items of clothing to anything the child desires. Lois watches as
her expensive clothes are changed into babyish versions. Then
the kids don't like the appearance of their new doll, so they
send her as a reject to a toy machine that can alter the
features of any doll. Lois has her breasts reduced to nothing,
and all of her muscles reduced until she is very skinny. Then
she has her hair cut into a very humiliating and babyish style.
The kids dress her in her now babyish clothes and play with her
some more.
This is absolutely perfect and everything I wanted! Thank you so
much! Just to clarify one thing, her expensive clothes will be
shrunken down and remade into babyish versions right? Also, I've
got an idea for when she gets sent into the toy maker machine,
she could get a reject stamp on her rear which the machine uses
to identify each toy. This could lead to her being given a
really humiliating profile created by the kids, like nickname,
toy description and stuff like that.
#Post#: 17--------------------------------------------------
Re: Lois Lane
By: Cya Date: October 10, 2018, 5:29 am
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"Very good job, girls!" Mrs. Anderson praised the children who
had just covered the shrunken woman in paint. "Now, let's take a
little break and Christina, you get first dibs."
"Yay!" The little girl hollered in happiness.
Lois laid still, splayed out across the paint splattered canvas,
trying to recover from literally being painted like some child's
first art project. Her breath returned to her slowly as the
children all walked off in different directions. The reporter
could only assume that they had finally had enough of her and
wandered off to play with their toys.
Lois put her paint coveted hands to the canvas and got to her
knees slowly. She looked around from her spot on the paper and
spotted the little girl named Christina messing with her
expansive suit. Angered and beyond annoyed, Lois wanted to shout
at the girl, but quickly realized that drawing attention to
herself would most likely get the kids to return or worse, draw
the ire of Mrs. Anderson. Instead, she opted to merely observe
the bratty girl, wondering what she was doing with her pricy
wardrobe.
The little girl had picked up the pantsuit and was carrying back
over to where Lois was crouched. Lois could've sworn that the
kid was going to bring the cloths back over to the finger
panting area, but luckily for the shrunken woman, the girl
turned at the last minute and pushed on a section of the wall.
The reporter watched with apt fascination as a large device came
out of nowhere from within the wall.
Christina pulled open a hatch on the side of the machine, which
looked like an oversized microwave due to the entire hatch being
made of glass, and started loading Lois valuable outfit into the
machine. Once the glass door was shut on the side of the device,
Christina quickly punched some keys on the side pad before a
robotic voice asked for input.
"Orange baby dress with white polka-dots, please."
Suddenly, the machine came to life and an intense red light
scanned the clothes before going to work. Lois felt her jaw drop
as a multitude of scissor like appendages came from the roof of
the machine and started to shred her important work outfit. The
shrunken reporter literally was about to snap and she finally
spat out her disapproval.
"Hey, you little brat!" She barked as loud as her tiny lungs
could muster. "What the hell are your doing to my clothes!?!"
"Naughty baby said a swear!" Christina replied, completely
ignoring Lois' question.
"Look kid, that suit cost me a couple hundred dollars!"
"It's boring and not what babies wear. You'll like your new
dress better!" Christina explained while the machine worked it's
magic.
Once the pantsuit was caste into practical a thousand snippets,
the machine started to spray and orange hued color all over each
separate piece. Next, it set about cutting them into the right
shape before sewing the frayed edges back together. After about
a minute or so, the device pinged and Christina pulled out about
six identical orange dresses, complete with white polka-dots,
and a yellow smock accross the front.
Lois stared, dumbfounded at her former power suit which had been
torn asunder by the machine and turned into this Raggedy Ann
style abomination. It then dawned on her that she was going to
be dressed in that hideous dress when the little girl closed the
gap. "Please, don't make me wear that ugly thing!"
Christina ignored the paint coveted reporter's pleas and pulled
the gaudy dress down over Lois head. Lois initially struggled
but a flick, on her bare thigh, ceased her rebellion.
"These, that's much better!" Christina declared smugly.
Lois looked down at herself, noting that the ugly dress really
did nothing for her figure. On top of that, she realized that
the paint was starting to dry and she didn't want it to seal her
skin to this damned dress. Quickly, she thought up a way out of
the dress.
"But the paint is going to ruin the inside of this dress.
Shouldn't I be washed or something?"
Christina looked at the tiny doll sized woman and thought for a
moment. A spark appeared in the girl's eyes. "Yeah, you're
right. Pretty smart for a baby."
Lois frowned as Christina scooped her up. She hated being called
a baby and, in the grand scheme of things, was she even getting
a betting deal? Sure, she had convinced the girl to wash her,
but was that really an accomplishment? After all, it wasn't like
she had brokered her freedom or anything. Once she was washed,
she'd just be put back into her another version of that God
awful dress.
Thunderous footsteps approached from behind Christina, breaking
Lois from her train of thought.
"You call that a baby doll?!" A shrill voice whined.
Christina spun around and Lois saw the little terror known as
Kayla staring at them.
"Mrs. Anderson said that I got first dibs!" Christina stated in
an annoyed tone.
"I know, but that doesn't mean we can't both play with the
dolly!"
"I know, but I gotta wash the baby first!" Christina reasoned.
Lois didn't like where this was going. She was literally in the
middle of two giant kindergarteners fighting over the right to
play with her. She had babysat her nieces enough times to know
what happened to toys that were fought over.
Kayla reached out and grabbed Lois by the dress, just barely
getting a hold of her while Christina held onto her legs. An
intense thug of war ensued, but thankfully for Lois, Kayla only
had her by the dress. After one good thig, Lois instantly felt
the baby dress get ripped from her tiny, but adult proportioned
body, revealing her ample breasts.
"You didn't even run her through the machine yet?!" Kayla
shouted.
#Post#: 78--------------------------------------------------
Re: Lois Lane
By: Cya Date: November 29, 2018, 12:25 am
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Then the kids don't like the appearance of their new doll, so
they send her as a reject to a toy machine that can alter the
features of any doll. Lois has her breasts reduced to nothing,
and all of her muscles reduced until she is very skinny. Then
she has her hair cut into a very humiliating and babyish style.
The kids dress her in her now babyish clothes and play with her
some more.
This is absolutely perfect and everything I wanted! Thank you so
much! Just to clarify one thing, her expensive clothes will be
shrunken down and remade into babyish versions right? Also, I've
got an idea for when she gets sent into the toy maker machine,
she could get a reject stamp on her rear which the machine uses
to identify each toy. This could lead to her being given a
really humiliating profile created by the kids, like nickname,
toy description and stuff like that.
But there was another feeling too. Kate’s breasts were
dwindling. It was slow at first, almost unnoticed as they
dropped down from amazing DDs to just impressive Ds. But Kate
definitely felt it as more cup sizes disappeared. Her Ds were
soon Cs, and then just average B cups.
As her average sized rack began to fade, the girl pulled away
from the kiss, although her hands remained on Kate’s formerly
prodigious breasts, covering them now. “You’re just a handful
now … but still maybe just a little too much for you, I think.”
Kate frowned in dismay but couldn’t bring herself to say
anything. Her Bs slid down into A cups and then even her little
breast buds faded into her chest, leaving just a pair of
oversized nipples (unchanged from the ones
act, Kat couldn’t have filled even the smallest training bra and
even her nipples were barely noticeable.
emaciated
Dutch boy hair cut, modified bowl.
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Re: Lois Lane
By: Cya Date: November 29, 2018, 3:04 am
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Christina looked down at her feet, trying not to look at the
bossy girl who basically just called her out for forgetting a
very important step in the management of their toys. Needless to
say, Kayla took this forgetfulness as a seriously infraction.
"Look at her boobies!" Kayla barked, her hand holding Lois
tightly, covering her crotch just below her chest, as she held
the squirming woman out to Christina. Kayla used the index
finger on her free hand to flick the well endowed breasts that
Miss Lane sported. "See! They're way too big!"
"Hey!" Lois cried out angrily, that hurt!"
"I'm sowwy." Christina lisped, ignoring their new doll's
annoying outburst.
"Let's just get her into the toy maker machine and fix her."
Kayla stated, carrying the reporter to the odd, microwave styled
machine.
Lois could only squirm and began not to be put into the device.
She had no clue what the they intended to "fix" about her
breasts, but the earlier display of the invention's ability to
reshape clothing left her in a rather panicked state. As she was
shuttled into the confines of the box like machine, she shouted
one last time before the door was closed. It was an odd
sensation as she pounded on the door. She could hear and see
everything going on beyond the glassware door.
"Now, you gotta get her scanned, okay?" Kayla asked her
playmate.
"Okay, that sounds right."
"Of course it's right." Kayla squawked, hitting the "scan"
bottom on the machine.
A flash of bright red light engulfed the entire box for a
second, taking a picture of the journalist for the database of
dolls. Lois felt momentarily disoriented and fell to the flat
surface of the toy maker mmachine. A line of light slowly worked
its way up her body, starting at her bare feet and moving up
past her hips until it finally scanned her head. Suddenly, Lois
was startled by a loud repeating "pinging" noise.
Instantly, she was flipped by the ground rolling beneath her
body, flipping her over onto her breasts and stomach. Lots
yelled out at the random shape-shifting of the floor of the
machine, but what happened next really pissed her off. Without
warning, an average sized ink stamper descended upon the woman
and planted its jet black ink covered stamp firmly onto her
plump ass cheeks, declaring her a "Reject!"
"See!" Kayla beamed. "Told you she wasn't ready to be a doll!"
"What do we do now?" Christina asked, obviously unexperienced
with this whole process.
"We tell the machine what we want by talking to it." Kayla
explained.
"Goodie!" Christina smiled. "Can we name her Lulu?!"
"Subject's designation as Lulu, accepted." A digital voice
announced.
"I wanted to name her!" Kayla whined.
"Well-" Christina stopped, thinking for a moment, her cute
little hand on her chin, deep in thought. "You can do the rest,
but I wanna make sure she wets her diapee like a weal dolly."
"Sounds good!" Kayla grinned, happy to get most of the control
back over the creative process.
"Computer. Make Lulu have no boobies, give her a bowl haircut
and we need her super skinny and wet her diaper like a baby wets
a lot dolly!" Kayla listed off her demamds.
Miss Lane laid there in absolute shock and horror. 'Could this
crazy contraption do all that to me?'
The shrunken, naked adult woman leapt up from the ground, like a
sprinter and started hitting the glass partition once more. She
didn't want to find out what this thing was capable of and
screamed at the top of her little lungs, desperate to escape.
Whiles she slammed her fists against the glass, and ominously
loud humming starting up as the machine prepared to alter the
respected journalist.
A pulse of energy knocked Lois off her feet, sending her
tumbling on to her back. Everything started vibrating as her
chest started to feel warm. It felt like every molecule, every
atom in each of her breast were moving at an intense speed. They
bombarded each other and distingrated into nothingness. First a
few dozen, then a few hundred, which in moments turned to
millions and then billions of molecules. Her chest felt like it
was on fire as the shocked woman stared at her diminishing
chest.
There were other feelings too as Lois watched her breasts
shrink. An odd mixture of apprehension and fear overtook the
woman as her amazing double D's gradually became impressive Ds.
Miss Lane would've been grateful if that was all she lost, but
the machine continued to blast her boobs with a deliberate pulse
of concentrated energy that robbed her of even more cup sizes.
Her mouth dropped as her D cups withered until they were soon
just nothing more then an average pair of B cups.
As her average sized rack began to fade, Lois brought up her
hands, desperate to try and shield the ray from stealing anymore
mass from her once spectacular chest. Even with her mind on full
panic mode, she still couldn't believe how much her chest had
shrank. Her hands barely even covered the miniscule **** that
were literally melting away into her bloodstream.
The reporter shyly pulled away her hands, nervous to inspect the
damage since she could barely feel anything underneath her hands
once the device had rendered her an A cup. Lois frowned in
dismay as she struggled to watch her tiny, little budding
breasts fade away into her chest, leaving her with just a pair
of oversized nipples to stare at. Soon, even her nipples were
barely noticeable as they suddenly matched her skin tone, just
like a doll.
Needless to say, once the toy maker machine was done with her
chest, Miss Lane was livid and on the verge of tears. "This is
ridiculous! I can't even fill out the smallest training bra with
this flat chest!"
"Babies don't wear bras!" Kayla decreed, wagging her finger in
front of the glass panel.
Before Lois could even retort, anonymous tone change within the
toy maker machine signified that a new procedure was being
carried out. Just like her chest, her toned stomach started
burning. This painful sensations spread to her arms and legs,
but mostly it became apparent to Miss Lane that her bountiful
and very full ass was being taken away from her as well. As I
seconds ticked by, her flailing arms and legs grew weaker and
weaker until she could barely lift them.
Suddenly, as the noise ceased to echo across the chamber, she
realized just how much damage to her body had been done. She
looked like an emaciated famine victim. All that mass and muscle
which had sculpted her arms and legs were gone, replaced with
stick like limbs. She could feel that her poor ass was not
spared either. It felt about as flat as a board, matching her
prepubescent chest.
A loud wail emanated from within the toy maker machine as the
once fierce and respected reported let her emotions over take
her. Her nonexistent chest heaved with sorrow filled sobs as
tears fell down her slender face. The only thing she had left
was her lavish locks of hair.
'Oh no!' Miss Lane thought. 'That brat wanted to give me a bowl
haircut!'
Struggling to sit up, Lois had very little core strenght left to
pull herself into a sitting position, but she some how managed
to do so. Ironically enough, she was in the perfection position
for the light show to begin. A few scissors cane from the
ceiling of the machine and started butchering her beautiful
hair. Each snip sent long strands of the raven colored hair
falling to the floor. Soon, it pooled around her things legs.
Lois suddenly heard a buzzing sound as a pair of electric
clippers ran across the nape of her neck, reducing what little
hair she had left on the back of her neck to stubble. The
machine worked fast and soon her hair resembled the most perfect
mushroom shape imaginable. For a brief instant, the glass panel
fogged over and became a mirror, showing Lois July what she had
become.
First, her reflection confirmed what her eyes had seen all
along:her breasts were gone, replaced by the flat chest that
even a ten year old would probably laugh at. Secondly, she
realized that she litetally had no nipples. She practically
looked like a sexless doll. Secondly, her legs were now thin and
rigid like her arms. To top it all off, she literally had the
worse, most childish haircut ever conceived. 'My hair looks like
a freaking circumsized dickhead!'
Meanwhile, Kayla and Christina wore large smiles as did the
others girls who had gathered around to watch the
transformation. The machine powered down, allowing Kayla to open
the glass partition and grab the thoroughly defeated Lois Lane
who offered no struggle when she was picked up out of this
machine. Without much effort, Kayla had Lois in a nice, thicker
disposable diaper while Christina lowered another brand new
orange dress with spots over her frail body.
Lois could barely move, being manhandled and manipulated by the
group of preschool aged girls.
The girls played house with her and a few of their other human
dolls for much of the day. The reporter's quest had seemingly
come to an end. She had found the missing girls, some clad in
only thick disposable diapers and bonnets while others wore
onesies. All had no chests or any other adult features while
sporting bowls or shaved heads ewith one lone bit of curling
hair. But Lois was grateful when Christina put a black wig on
her head when the girl took her from Kayla.
Now, while sitting on the ground of a doll house, bottle in one
hand and a fake plastic lollipop in the other, she had to admit
one thing: ' I never thought I'd say this, but at least this
ugly dress makes me look a bit more womanly compared to the
other women.'
The End
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