They show you to their friends, Martine and Becky Shrunk in an Amusement Park chapter 11 by Louka31

You hear the sound of a door opening and voices talking and giggling.

Quick as a flash, Claire snatches you up in her right hand and deposits you on her left palm, laying her right hand on top to lightly conceal you.

Peering out through her fingers, you see two gigantic red headed identical twin girls enter the room, who are the same age as your captresses.

The one on the left wears a black mini skirt and purple bikini top. The one on the right wears skin tight blue jeans and a red bikini top. She is a also carrying a large metal cuboid object which dangles from the slender fingers of her left hand. With a sinking feeling, you realise it is a hamster cage.

“We got what you asked us”, she says to Claire by way of greeting as she lays it on the coffee table, “but what do you need it for?”

“Thanks Martine”, says Claire, “you are going to love what we found”

“He’s so cute”, Amy chips in.

“Don’t spoil the surprise”, Claire says.

She tells the twins to close their eyes, which they do.

She then holds you up in her palm, just ahead of both of their faces. As they giggle expectantly, you can smell their breath-mint fresh breath...

“Ok, open them!” Claire says.

The twins do so and you cower beneath two gorgeous faces scrutinising you.

The girl on the left in the purple bikini top, who must be Becky, speaks first. She addresses you in a babying voice which annoys, infuriates and humiliates you, even more so because part of you quite enjoys it.

“Oh my god. Where did you come from, little dude? You’re so cute, oh yes you are.”

Without asking, Claire allows Becky to pluck you out of her palm and place you in her own. She strokes you from head to toe with her finger. To your chagrin, you absolutely love it and she giggles as you wriggle with the pleasure.

“We found him at the park”, explains Claire. “He is a little pet for us whilst we stay here and then he’s coming to college with me in the Fall.”

“Cool”, Becky says.”And does the little treasure have a name?”

You are wondering whether to dare give your real name or whether you should give your assumed name. But then your heart sinks as you realise that Becky wasn’t even talking to you. You realise to your humiliation that you aren’t even significant enough to be asked your own name.

“It’s Little Stevie”, says Claire. “Do you want a turn holding him, Martine?”

Becky deposits you in the hand of her twin, who brought your cage. Unlike her sister, she does not stroke you but holds you thoughtfully and analytically.

Finally she speaks.

“He’s really cute and all”, she says,”but he’s a person, right? Shrunk or not, we can’t keep a person as a pet. What about his rights? How would you feel if four great big giants decided to keep you as a pet?”

You feel a surge of hope.

Amy laughs. “If I was a tiny guy and four giant girls wanted to keep me for themselves, I think I’d love it, especially if they were as hot as we are”.

“Besides”, Claire says, “you should have seen him cowering there on the side of the path with giants stomping all around him. He could have been crushed by someone who didn’t see him, he could have been snatched by a bird and gobbled up.”

“Or anyone could have taken him”, Amy said. “A little kid who wanted a doll, some mean boys who thought it would be fun to torture him, a sadistic pervert who wanted a living sex toy...”

“Or two cute college girls who wanted a pet”, murmurs Martine who has noticed how frightened you look.
She gently strokes you to reassure you as you lay in her palm. You realise how narrow an escape you have had and how much worse things could have been and find yourself trying to fight back tears.

“What about the government?” Becky asks. “Or a hospital? Couldn’t they help him?”

“Have you ever heard of anyone shrinking?” Claire asks. “They couldn’t cure him and all we’d be doing is forcing him to go through a lifetime of futile tests. And what if the government didn’t want to cure him but wanted to experiment on him?”

“I guess a pet is a better than a lab rat” Martine agrees. She lifts you up and smiles as you. “And how do you feel about your new life, little Stevie?”

You think about everything that has been said and reply...