Derek chooses to become the cat's pets.
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
arca88
Derek's voice crackled with a horrifying certainty. "I choose to make us the cat's pet."
Debbie gasped, her tiny body trembling with indignation and a far more shameful emotion. The lightning hadn't just enraged them; it had overwhelmed their nervous systems, creating a constant, heightened sense of arousal that intensified with fear, making the humiliation of nakedness and confinement almost unbearable.
"Derek! Are you crazy?" Debbie hissed, futilely trying to cover herself with her hands. "Do you think this is a joke? We're an experiment! We're his toys! Would you rather live in a cage than risk... a fight?"
Derek stiffened, trying to ignore how his physical arousal was interfering with his attempt at rationality. The adrenaline and biological pressure implanted by the lightning were battling in his mind. “Mom, would you rather be eaten alive or frozen to death in the street? Do you want to fight giant spiders for the rest of your life? At least here we’ll be alive, safe. And he said he’d treat us ‘with love,’ said we’d be immortal,” Derek retorted, his voice trying to sound firm, even though his penis was still erect from the combination of fear and the lightning strike.
Lisa, who had been huddled next to Nicole, nodded slowly. “Derek’s right, Mom. The second option is a death sentence. If he wants us as pets, at least he’ll keep us alive and, I guess… fed.”
Nicole clung to Lisa. “I don’t want to be food, Mom. Please, I don’t want to be food.”
The consensus of her children hit Debbie with the force of a blunt object. It was four against one, and while the idea of being a cat’s pet was degrading, the alternative was annihilation.
Just as Debbie opened her mouth to protest once more about the concept of human dignity, the cat's massive shadow fell across the cage. It had returned, observing the tiny family with an expression that was half intellectual superiority and half paternalistic affection. It seemed it had been listening the whole time.
"I see the young man has made the logical and correct decision," the cat purred, its voice echoing in the tiny space like distant thunder. "An excellent choice, Derek. It means you'll all survive the next 24 hours and ensure your permanent size."
The cat leaned forward slightly, its gigantic nose pressed against the bars, sniffing the air inside the cage.
"And I see the 'Domestic Bonding Accelerator' is working perfectly. Nobody wants to be a pet unless their body chemistry compels them to crave some form of attention and submission, right?"
The open mention of their forced arousal, a horrific and humiliating side effect of the previous shock, made Lisa and Nicole flush violently. It was final proof that they had lost not only their size and their clothes, but also their emotional and physical autonomy. Their bodies, despite the terror, felt strangely primed to obey.
“You… modified the ray for this,” Debbie stammered, feeling a sharp pain in her lower abdomen that made her gasp. It was the sensation that the more she resisted intellectually, the more she yielded physically.
“Of course,” the cat said calmly. “The original shrinking ray was a bit… crude. My modification ensures not only the permanence of the size, but also greater docility and a deep subconscious desire for affection and security. It’s what makes a pet thrive, even if that pet is a shrunken human.”
The cat straightened completely and, with a fluid movement of its paw, unlatched the cage. The four of them instinctively retreated to the corner, expecting to be attacked.
“Now, my little pets, it’s time to make you look presentable. A quick lick is the proper way to welcome the newest additions to the household,” the cat announced. Debbie’s heart stopped. Licking them. Like a feline cleans a kitten, or… prey before eating it.
The cat used its sharp claw to tear the cage open, creating a gap large enough to open the cage. Then, with a chilling delicacy for a predator of that size, the cat used its enormous, rough, pink tongue to reach out. It licked her completely.
Debbie felt a warm, sticky wetness trickle down her back, from the base of her neck to her thighs. It was thick saliva, musky in scent, and, most of all, incredibly abrasive. It was the crudest, most degrading way to be touched, and yet her body reacted in ways that terrified her. The earlier discharge had primed her sensitivity to accept the touch, however humiliating it might be. She let out an involuntary gasp of surprise and embarrassment.
The cat quickly moved on to Derek, then to Nicole and Lisa. The two girls moaned, both from the sensation of the sharp, rough tongue against their bare skin and from sheer embarrassment. It was the first time a living being, other than themselves, had used their bodies as if they were inanimate objects, possessions.
“Perfect. Clean and mine!” purred the cat, licking its lips. “Now, I’ll get you out of this temporary confinement.”
The cat crouched down and, with astonishing precision, used its large lips to gently suction Derek out of the cage and onto the carpeted floor. It did the same with Nicole, then with Lisa.
Debbie, being the last, felt the air being sucked out around her before she was placed next to her children. In the bright light of the large room, the four of them felt smaller and more vulnerable than ever, glistening with the cat’s saliva.
“Now, allow me to show you your new home.”
The cat led the tiny family away from the hamster cage, which now resembled a rusty prison, to a much more elaborate structure. It was a glass terrarium, almost the size of a large coffee table, perched atop a dresser. It was too high for them to easily climb, and the cat couldn't fit completely inside.
Inside, it wasn't just an empty box; it had been designed like a miniature house, with tiny, custom-made furniture that must have been built for dolls or some science project. There was a "bedroom" area with a soft bed made of cotton and thick fabric, a "living room" area with two small wooden blocks serving as a sofa, and a "kitchen" with a water bowl and a low dish.
"This will be their permanent home. The mansion, if you prefer," purred the cat, gesturing with its tail toward the new enclosure. "I've modified the ventilation to ensure the temperature and installed an electromagnetic lock that only I can operate. It's a sealed, secure environment. They'll never have to worry about predators or the weather. Or, you know, gravity or giant feet."
The cat again used its paw to gently nudge them toward the open entrance of the terrarium.
Debbie reluctantly entered, followed by her three children. They were now inside a luxurious prison, but a prison nonetheless. Their new reality crystallized: they were so small the table was a cliff, and their world had shrunk to this glass box.
“Here’s your first meal as my pets,” the cat said.
In the ceramic dish, which to them was the size of a small bathtub, were tiny portions of fresh tuna and warm milk. It was the perfect dinner for a cat, but a strange meal for four naked, shrunken humans.
Derek, driven by hunger and the strange biological obedience the ray had implanted in him, was already approaching the food, ignoring his condition.
“We have to eat, Mom. We have less than 24 hours left, and we haven’t eaten in a long time,” Derek said, kneeling near the dish to lick some flaked tuna. Debbie watched with horror and sadness as her tiny children, her family, gathered around the cat food bowl. She saw Lisa and Nicole's vulnerability, the shame of their now constant nakedness, and Derek's humiliation as he tried to act like the alpha male of a family of tiny pets.
By agreeing to eat from that bowl, the first step in their "petization" was irreversible. The now tiny and obedient family began to feed, officially marking the start of their 24-hour trial. The cat watched contentedly, knowing he had already won.
They were, for all intents and purposes, his new human pets, and all that remained was to wait for the moment when their size would be fixed forever.
Debbie gasped, her tiny body trembling with indignation and a far more shameful emotion. The lightning hadn't just enraged them; it had overwhelmed their nervous systems, creating a constant, heightened sense of arousal that intensified with fear, making the humiliation of nakedness and confinement almost unbearable.
"Derek! Are you crazy?" Debbie hissed, futilely trying to cover herself with her hands. "Do you think this is a joke? We're an experiment! We're his toys! Would you rather live in a cage than risk... a fight?"
Derek stiffened, trying to ignore how his physical arousal was interfering with his attempt at rationality. The adrenaline and biological pressure implanted by the lightning were battling in his mind. “Mom, would you rather be eaten alive or frozen to death in the street? Do you want to fight giant spiders for the rest of your life? At least here we’ll be alive, safe. And he said he’d treat us ‘with love,’ said we’d be immortal,” Derek retorted, his voice trying to sound firm, even though his penis was still erect from the combination of fear and the lightning strike.
Lisa, who had been huddled next to Nicole, nodded slowly. “Derek’s right, Mom. The second option is a death sentence. If he wants us as pets, at least he’ll keep us alive and, I guess… fed.”
Nicole clung to Lisa. “I don’t want to be food, Mom. Please, I don’t want to be food.”
The consensus of her children hit Debbie with the force of a blunt object. It was four against one, and while the idea of being a cat’s pet was degrading, the alternative was annihilation.
Just as Debbie opened her mouth to protest once more about the concept of human dignity, the cat's massive shadow fell across the cage. It had returned, observing the tiny family with an expression that was half intellectual superiority and half paternalistic affection. It seemed it had been listening the whole time.
"I see the young man has made the logical and correct decision," the cat purred, its voice echoing in the tiny space like distant thunder. "An excellent choice, Derek. It means you'll all survive the next 24 hours and ensure your permanent size."
The cat leaned forward slightly, its gigantic nose pressed against the bars, sniffing the air inside the cage.
"And I see the 'Domestic Bonding Accelerator' is working perfectly. Nobody wants to be a pet unless their body chemistry compels them to crave some form of attention and submission, right?"
The open mention of their forced arousal, a horrific and humiliating side effect of the previous shock, made Lisa and Nicole flush violently. It was final proof that they had lost not only their size and their clothes, but also their emotional and physical autonomy. Their bodies, despite the terror, felt strangely primed to obey.
“You… modified the ray for this,” Debbie stammered, feeling a sharp pain in her lower abdomen that made her gasp. It was the sensation that the more she resisted intellectually, the more she yielded physically.
“Of course,” the cat said calmly. “The original shrinking ray was a bit… crude. My modification ensures not only the permanence of the size, but also greater docility and a deep subconscious desire for affection and security. It’s what makes a pet thrive, even if that pet is a shrunken human.”
The cat straightened completely and, with a fluid movement of its paw, unlatched the cage. The four of them instinctively retreated to the corner, expecting to be attacked.
“Now, my little pets, it’s time to make you look presentable. A quick lick is the proper way to welcome the newest additions to the household,” the cat announced. Debbie’s heart stopped. Licking them. Like a feline cleans a kitten, or… prey before eating it.
The cat used its sharp claw to tear the cage open, creating a gap large enough to open the cage. Then, with a chilling delicacy for a predator of that size, the cat used its enormous, rough, pink tongue to reach out. It licked her completely.
Debbie felt a warm, sticky wetness trickle down her back, from the base of her neck to her thighs. It was thick saliva, musky in scent, and, most of all, incredibly abrasive. It was the crudest, most degrading way to be touched, and yet her body reacted in ways that terrified her. The earlier discharge had primed her sensitivity to accept the touch, however humiliating it might be. She let out an involuntary gasp of surprise and embarrassment.
The cat quickly moved on to Derek, then to Nicole and Lisa. The two girls moaned, both from the sensation of the sharp, rough tongue against their bare skin and from sheer embarrassment. It was the first time a living being, other than themselves, had used their bodies as if they were inanimate objects, possessions.
“Perfect. Clean and mine!” purred the cat, licking its lips. “Now, I’ll get you out of this temporary confinement.”
The cat crouched down and, with astonishing precision, used its large lips to gently suction Derek out of the cage and onto the carpeted floor. It did the same with Nicole, then with Lisa.
Debbie, being the last, felt the air being sucked out around her before she was placed next to her children. In the bright light of the large room, the four of them felt smaller and more vulnerable than ever, glistening with the cat’s saliva.
“Now, allow me to show you your new home.”
The cat led the tiny family away from the hamster cage, which now resembled a rusty prison, to a much more elaborate structure. It was a glass terrarium, almost the size of a large coffee table, perched atop a dresser. It was too high for them to easily climb, and the cat couldn't fit completely inside.
Inside, it wasn't just an empty box; it had been designed like a miniature house, with tiny, custom-made furniture that must have been built for dolls or some science project. There was a "bedroom" area with a soft bed made of cotton and thick fabric, a "living room" area with two small wooden blocks serving as a sofa, and a "kitchen" with a water bowl and a low dish.
"This will be their permanent home. The mansion, if you prefer," purred the cat, gesturing with its tail toward the new enclosure. "I've modified the ventilation to ensure the temperature and installed an electromagnetic lock that only I can operate. It's a sealed, secure environment. They'll never have to worry about predators or the weather. Or, you know, gravity or giant feet."
The cat again used its paw to gently nudge them toward the open entrance of the terrarium.
Debbie reluctantly entered, followed by her three children. They were now inside a luxurious prison, but a prison nonetheless. Their new reality crystallized: they were so small the table was a cliff, and their world had shrunk to this glass box.
“Here’s your first meal as my pets,” the cat said.
In the ceramic dish, which to them was the size of a small bathtub, were tiny portions of fresh tuna and warm milk. It was the perfect dinner for a cat, but a strange meal for four naked, shrunken humans.
Derek, driven by hunger and the strange biological obedience the ray had implanted in him, was already approaching the food, ignoring his condition.
“We have to eat, Mom. We have less than 24 hours left, and we haven’t eaten in a long time,” Derek said, kneeling near the dish to lick some flaked tuna. Debbie watched with horror and sadness as her tiny children, her family, gathered around the cat food bowl. She saw Lisa and Nicole's vulnerability, the shame of their now constant nakedness, and Derek's humiliation as he tried to act like the alpha male of a family of tiny pets.
By agreeing to eat from that bowl, the first step in their "petization" was irreversible. The now tiny and obedient family began to feed, officially marking the start of their 24-hour trial. The cat watched contentedly, knowing he had already won.
They were, for all intents and purposes, his new human pets, and all that remained was to wait for the moment when their size would be fixed forever.
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