The Promise of a Plaything Draws in New Members!
Shrunk by Ace Attorney Girls - Definitive Edition
chapter 19
by
Ninten
Chapter originally written by ForestFire5000
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Myriam held you tight, her slender fingers wrapped around your tiny frame like snakes constricting their prey, as she considered what to do next. After a few moments passed, she finally came to a decision. She set you down on the ground and pinned your lower body beneath her school loafer. The pressure was painful, but it was nothing too major. She clearly didn't want to break her new toy too quickly.
"You know, fun as it is running this operation without anyone to complain about the way I do things, being the only member of the newspaper club is a lot of hard work. You're going to be my ticket to getting a few new members to join, alright shrimp?"
"Y-you can't turn me into your club plaything! I'm a-" Your argument was cut short as your captor peeled one of the Band-Aids off of her finger, picked you up from once again, and wrapped the Band-Aid around your head to silence you. Luckily there was just enough of a gap left to allow you to breath, but any attempts at speaking were muffled and undecipherable.
"Sss Sss Sss... You're a tiny little shrimp with a big mouth is what you are. I can do whatever I want with you, so just get used to it. Pretty soon I won't be the only one playing with you."
And at that, your box-clad captor carried you off toward the school building and entered the newspaper club's club room. With the Band-Aid covering your entire head, you couldn't even see where you were being taken. You had no idea what was going on until you were roughly dropped onto what you assumed to be a desk and the Band-Aid was quickly peeled off of your head, which was far less painful than you expected it to be. You assumed that this was due to most of its stickiness being used up when it was wrapped around Myriams finger.
Before you even had any time to move or react, you felt a pencil being pressed against your back, and then that same Band-Aid being wrapped around your chest to secure you to said pencil. Myriam then pulled out a camera and began taking pictures of you from various angles. Once your little photo session was over, Myriam removed her box disguise and sat down at a computer in the corner of the room. Plugging in her camera, she set to work in creating the next issue of the Themis Herald, where she would advertise you as bait to draw in new members. When she finally finished and printed out the paper, she turned to the back page to show you the advertisement she had created.
'HUGE discovery! New species that highly resembles a human male! Just 3 inches tall! Only one known to exist! Join the newpaper club for free access to this bizarre tiny creature!'
Below that text was a large picture of you, and below that was a bit more information about the newpaper club. At the very bottom of the page, there was some small red text that said: 'The newspaper club is only open to girls. No boys allowed.'
"Sss Sss Sss... How do you like that, shrimp? Just you wait, soon enough this place will be flooded with new members!"
The next week Myriam circulated the new issue of her paper throughout the school. A couple days passed and there were no signs of any new members coming to join the club.
"Why, why, WHY?! Why hasn't anyone showed up yet?! Don't they realize what an amazing once in a lifetime opportunity this is?!" Myriam yelled, slamming her fists down onto the desk.
"They probably don't believe that I actually exist. Anyone can make a picture like that with a little photo editing," you pointed out.
"Shut up and keep rubbing my feet, shrimp. I'm not in the mood for your sassing right now." Myriam said, sighing and laying her head down on the desk.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say," you mutter as you continue giving your owner a foot massage.
This had become routine since she mad you her club pet. She would often kick off her shoes and place you under her desk while she worked, forcing you to massage her smelly pale feet to help her relax. At first Myriam was really mean to you, treating you more like a slave than a pet, but after the first few days the thrill of having a tiny life completely under her control started to wear off. By now she was fairly indifferent toward you. She would give you an order every now and then and you would follow it, but she didn't pay much attention to you beyond that. At the end of each day, she would turn her box upside-down and drop you into it, and you would have to sleep in there until she came back the next day.
This was what your life had become now, and with still no memory of what your past life was like, you had no what of knowing rather or not this might actually be an improvement. After all, pet or not, at least Myriam provided you with consistent meals and shelter. For all you knew, the past you might not have even had that.
Suddenly, just as you were losing yourself in your daily ritual of massaging your giantess owner's surprisingly soft bare feet, a knock on the door snapped you out of your trance. Myriam quickly jumped out of her chair, knocking you over in the process, and rushed over to answer the door. As she opened the door, Myriam saw the last two people that she expected to: Juniper Woods and Robin Newman. Instantly the smile of excitement faded from her face.
"Oh, it's you... What are you here for? I doubt that you're here to join the newspaper club..."
"Actually, that's exactly why we're here. That little guy in the picture is real, right? He's the cutest thing EVEEER! I wanna play with him!" Robin said.
"Yes, and as student council president, I feel that it is my responsibility to keep watch and ensure that no harm comes to this small innocent creature on school grounds." Juniper said.
"Oh, well that changes everything! Juniper, you're welcome to join. Robin, sorry, but I made it clear enough in the paper: no boys allowed." Myriam answered, the excited smile returning to her face.
Robin then surprised Myriam by taking off her brace and revealing the feminine curves of her chest hidden beneath.
"O-oh my god! Robin Newman, the most hot-blooded boy in the prosecutor class, is actually a girl?! This is going to be a major scoop! I've gotta-" Myriam was about to rush over to her computer and start writing up a new story, but Robin grabbed her by the wrist to stop her.
"Ah ah ah, no you don't. If you tell anyone else about this, then the next issue of the herald is going to be your obituary. G-E-T I-T?" Robin said, the cheerful smile on her face providing a terrifying contrast to the serious tone of what she just said.
"*Gulp* Y-yeah, got it." Myriam said nervously.
"Good! Now, where is the little cutie-pie?"
"I think I see him down there under the desk." Juniper said, pointing right toward you.
"Ah, I see him! Come here, little guy!" Robin said, rushing over to grab you up.
She then began to hug you as tightly as she could. Before she could squeeze the life out of you, Juniper tapped her on the shoulder to snap her back to reality.
"Oopsies. Sorry little guy, I got a little carried away there for a second." Robin said, handing you to Juniper for safe keeping.
"So, Myriam, what's this little one's name?" Juniper asked, being incredibly careful while holding you.
"N-no idea. The guy has no memory of anything about his past, so you can just call him whatever you want." Juniper said, now hiding under her box for safety. Apparently Robin's little threat scared her a lot more than it was meant to.
"Is that so... Hmmm, interesting... Well anyway, since we're going to be fellow club members from now on, how about we spend some time talking and getting to know eachother better?" Juniper asked.
"Sss Sss Sss... Sounds good to me." Myriam said, coming out from under her box once again.
"That just leaves the issue of what to do with the little cutie-pie while we T-A-L-K. Anyone have any ideas?" Robin said, locking her eyes on you.
What happens next?
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Myriam held you tight, her slender fingers wrapped around your tiny frame like snakes constricting their prey, as she considered what to do next. After a few moments passed, she finally came to a decision. She set you down on the ground and pinned your lower body beneath her school loafer. The pressure was painful, but it was nothing too major. She clearly didn't want to break her new toy too quickly.
"You know, fun as it is running this operation without anyone to complain about the way I do things, being the only member of the newspaper club is a lot of hard work. You're going to be my ticket to getting a few new members to join, alright shrimp?"
"Y-you can't turn me into your club plaything! I'm a-" Your argument was cut short as your captor peeled one of the Band-Aids off of her finger, picked you up from once again, and wrapped the Band-Aid around your head to silence you. Luckily there was just enough of a gap left to allow you to breath, but any attempts at speaking were muffled and undecipherable.
"Sss Sss Sss... You're a tiny little shrimp with a big mouth is what you are. I can do whatever I want with you, so just get used to it. Pretty soon I won't be the only one playing with you."
And at that, your box-clad captor carried you off toward the school building and entered the newspaper club's club room. With the Band-Aid covering your entire head, you couldn't even see where you were being taken. You had no idea what was going on until you were roughly dropped onto what you assumed to be a desk and the Band-Aid was quickly peeled off of your head, which was far less painful than you expected it to be. You assumed that this was due to most of its stickiness being used up when it was wrapped around Myriams finger.
Before you even had any time to move or react, you felt a pencil being pressed against your back, and then that same Band-Aid being wrapped around your chest to secure you to said pencil. Myriam then pulled out a camera and began taking pictures of you from various angles. Once your little photo session was over, Myriam removed her box disguise and sat down at a computer in the corner of the room. Plugging in her camera, she set to work in creating the next issue of the Themis Herald, where she would advertise you as bait to draw in new members. When she finally finished and printed out the paper, she turned to the back page to show you the advertisement she had created.
'HUGE discovery! New species that highly resembles a human male! Just 3 inches tall! Only one known to exist! Join the newpaper club for free access to this bizarre tiny creature!'
Below that text was a large picture of you, and below that was a bit more information about the newpaper club. At the very bottom of the page, there was some small red text that said: 'The newspaper club is only open to girls. No boys allowed.'
"Sss Sss Sss... How do you like that, shrimp? Just you wait, soon enough this place will be flooded with new members!"
The next week Myriam circulated the new issue of her paper throughout the school. A couple days passed and there were no signs of any new members coming to join the club.
"Why, why, WHY?! Why hasn't anyone showed up yet?! Don't they realize what an amazing once in a lifetime opportunity this is?!" Myriam yelled, slamming her fists down onto the desk.
"They probably don't believe that I actually exist. Anyone can make a picture like that with a little photo editing," you pointed out.
"Shut up and keep rubbing my feet, shrimp. I'm not in the mood for your sassing right now." Myriam said, sighing and laying her head down on the desk.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say," you mutter as you continue giving your owner a foot massage.
This had become routine since she mad you her club pet. She would often kick off her shoes and place you under her desk while she worked, forcing you to massage her smelly pale feet to help her relax. At first Myriam was really mean to you, treating you more like a slave than a pet, but after the first few days the thrill of having a tiny life completely under her control started to wear off. By now she was fairly indifferent toward you. She would give you an order every now and then and you would follow it, but she didn't pay much attention to you beyond that. At the end of each day, she would turn her box upside-down and drop you into it, and you would have to sleep in there until she came back the next day.
This was what your life had become now, and with still no memory of what your past life was like, you had no what of knowing rather or not this might actually be an improvement. After all, pet or not, at least Myriam provided you with consistent meals and shelter. For all you knew, the past you might not have even had that.
Suddenly, just as you were losing yourself in your daily ritual of massaging your giantess owner's surprisingly soft bare feet, a knock on the door snapped you out of your trance. Myriam quickly jumped out of her chair, knocking you over in the process, and rushed over to answer the door. As she opened the door, Myriam saw the last two people that she expected to: Juniper Woods and Robin Newman. Instantly the smile of excitement faded from her face.
"Oh, it's you... What are you here for? I doubt that you're here to join the newspaper club..."
"Actually, that's exactly why we're here. That little guy in the picture is real, right? He's the cutest thing EVEEER! I wanna play with him!" Robin said.
"Yes, and as student council president, I feel that it is my responsibility to keep watch and ensure that no harm comes to this small innocent creature on school grounds." Juniper said.
"Oh, well that changes everything! Juniper, you're welcome to join. Robin, sorry, but I made it clear enough in the paper: no boys allowed." Myriam answered, the excited smile returning to her face.
Robin then surprised Myriam by taking off her brace and revealing the feminine curves of her chest hidden beneath.
"O-oh my god! Robin Newman, the most hot-blooded boy in the prosecutor class, is actually a girl?! This is going to be a major scoop! I've gotta-" Myriam was about to rush over to her computer and start writing up a new story, but Robin grabbed her by the wrist to stop her.
"Ah ah ah, no you don't. If you tell anyone else about this, then the next issue of the herald is going to be your obituary. G-E-T I-T?" Robin said, the cheerful smile on her face providing a terrifying contrast to the serious tone of what she just said.
"*Gulp* Y-yeah, got it." Myriam said nervously.
"Good! Now, where is the little cutie-pie?"
"I think I see him down there under the desk." Juniper said, pointing right toward you.
"Ah, I see him! Come here, little guy!" Robin said, rushing over to grab you up.
She then began to hug you as tightly as she could. Before she could squeeze the life out of you, Juniper tapped her on the shoulder to snap her back to reality.
"Oopsies. Sorry little guy, I got a little carried away there for a second." Robin said, handing you to Juniper for safe keeping.
"So, Myriam, what's this little one's name?" Juniper asked, being incredibly careful while holding you.
"N-no idea. The guy has no memory of anything about his past, so you can just call him whatever you want." Juniper said, now hiding under her box for safety. Apparently Robin's little threat scared her a lot more than it was meant to.
"Is that so... Hmmm, interesting... Well anyway, since we're going to be fellow club members from now on, how about we spend some time talking and getting to know eachother better?" Juniper asked.
"Sss Sss Sss... Sounds good to me." Myriam said, coming out from under her box once again.
"That just leaves the issue of what to do with the little cutie-pie while we T-A-L-K. Anyone have any ideas?" Robin said, locking her eyes on you.
What happens next?
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