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Art, Part Two Ch. 01

By: art4real



Art, part two. Ch. 01 

A man struggles to make a new life after a strange happening.

Mrs. Davis said, "Annie, is there anything I can do for you?"

I shook my head "no" for the umpteenth time and went back to staring at a book I just can't get into, and it's by one of my favorite authors. When we arrived at London's Heathrow Airport yesterday, Suzanne picked up the book to keep me occupied while she visited John Berger's laboratory. Mrs. Davis keeps looking at me like I'm supposed to want her to do something. The English company that supplied her probably has a list of things their "Nannies" are required to do and just sitting is not one of them. It's too bad I can't talk to her, I can think of a lot of wisecracks. How about, "So you're an English nanny, can you fly around like 'Mary Poppins'?" On second thought, this lady looks like former English Prime Minister 'Iron Pants' Thatcher, so I'd probably be afraid to wise off. 

The nanny thinks I'm an undersized nine or ten year old girl named, Annie, but actually I'm a thirty five year old man that's been accidently shrunk to this size. Why I'm masquerading as Annie is a long story and if it sounds crazy to you, just think how crazy it is actually living it. I feel sorry for any nine or ten year old girl who looks like me, but after Suzanne shaved me this morning, she declared me passable. Oh, and I can't answer the nanny's questions because I don't sound like an Annie. Suzanne tells everyone I'm a very bright child with a speech impediment, but I'm capable of writing responses.

I'm afraid this very formidable English woman is going to march over here any minute and demand to know, "Just what the bloody hell is going on here. You're no more a little girl than I'm 'Julie Andrews'." Oh Suzanne, my Suzanne, where are you?

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Forgive me for interrupting the story, but I assure you all of the characters in this story are adults, even though the main character is currently posing as a young girl. His name is Art Jones and up until just recently, he was a nondescript average thirty five year old male of average height, average weight, and average looks. In fact, on the average, most people usually didn't give Art a second look. Art on the other hand is obsessed with the female body and has been known to not only give every female he sees a second look, but also a third, fourth and even many more, comparing them to the statuesque body of one Suzanne Joyce. The said Ms. Joyce has for some time been the object of Art's daytime and nighttime dreams. The story of Art is told in two parts and I invite the reader to read part one, but if you choose to go on, let me give you a quick recap of what happened to Art in Part One.

When Part One opened, Art is a skilled technician working for a brilliant scientist, who just happens to be a man the most delectable Ms. Joyce calls, 'Uncle Ben'. Ms. Joyce is the Chief Administrator of her father's research company and in that capacity she is responsible for the work of Professor Benjamin Waldo Jamison. The 'Professor', is a long time friend of her father and he's known her since she was a young child. The 'Professor' is working on the theory that the size of a living organism can be changed and he and Art have constructed the first prototype machine to test his theory. Art, without any formalized training, has an innate ability to construct highly technical devices and it's this skill that enables him to put together the machine envisioned by the 'Professor'. Art, orphaned early in life, and the elderly bachelor scientist, have formed sort of a family bond. 

During a test run of their new machine, there's an accident, and Art is reduced from a man 70" tall to one under 40". The elderly scientist believes he has killed Art and the shock is too much for his weak heart. Suzanne Joyce is the first to discover the now diminutive Art Jones and is torn between the loss of her dear 'Uncle Ben' and the fear of how the impact of what has happened will affect her father's company. She's also well aware that as Professor Jamison's supervisor, she is directly responsible for what happened to Art. Art leaves it up to her to decide whether to inform authorities or cover up what happened. She makes the decision to hide Art in her own home until she can figure out what to do next. 

Since he still looks like Art Jones and might be recognized, she decides to hide him a young girl including a shaved head and wig. Ms. Joyce hires a laboratory in England to continue Professor Jamison's work in the hope that Art can be restored to his original size. While the preparations are being made to go to England, Art is subjected to unbelievable humiliation at the hands of Suzanne's housekeeper and the housekeeper's married daughter, Suzanne's half sister. The only upside for Art is that he finds himself in the arms of the woman of his dreams only it's not the way he ever could have imagined it. The shared situation actually brings Suzanne and Art close together, although neither can figure what the future might hold for them. 

Suzanne is slightly over six foot and tem years older than Art, so if no one checks too closely, she can conveniently travel with him posing as mother and daughter. In Part Two, Suzanne has just brought Art to England to meet the staff of the laboratory she's hired. As Part Two opens she has left Art, now known as Annie, with a hired nanny while she meets to prepare the laboratory people to meet Art. The nanny is window dressing to prevent someone from questioning her about leaving her young 'daughter' alone in the hotel.

Art is normally a pretty pragmatic type guy not given to bullshitting himself, but the current situation has left him believing that somehow he and Suzanne have something going when he calls her "my Suzanne". In truth, she may be driven to help him solely by a combination of guilt and compassion. In his heart he knows that it's doubtful he and Suzanne have any future together and if he's to have any normal life going on he'll have to find the beginning here in England. 

The story, Art, Part Two, has thirteen chapters and I'll be posting them roughly one a day. Hopefully there aren't any problems with Literotica. 

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Suzanne and I argued last night about the need to hire a nanny, and she said, "We're in England. If I left a young child alone in a hotel room someone would call the authorities and we'd have all kinds of problems. Just live with the nanny, Arty; it will only be for a few hours. We agreed I'd go see John Berger alone and question him about the progress he's made so far. As an old acquaintance of 'Uncle Ben' he readily agreed to carry on his work using the machine you built, but he was very hesitant at first when I told him about you. Then for some reason he changed his mind and he and his staff have been conducting experiments with laboratory animals in preparation for our visit. If you're sitting in front of him, he may be too guarded when I question him about the risks involved for you."

She left early this morning to meet with John Berger and the waiting is driving me so nuts I'm talking to myself. I was still lost in my thoughts when Mrs. Davis suddenly stood up and headed toward the door. She never made it before the door opened and Suzanne came in. I never heard anyone at the door, but our nanny was right on the ball. "Ms. Joyce, I was just coming to see who was at the door."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Davis, I shouldn't have just walked in on you like that. You had no idea who was coming in." 

"We're taught to be extra alert in a hotel setting, but I wasn't really worried in this hotel."

"I appreciate your concern for the safety of your charge. How did you and Annie get along?"

"Oh, she was no problem at all. In fact there was nothing for me to do. Annie's had her head buried in that book since you left. I asked her a number of times if she needed anything, but she just smiled and shook her head 'no'.

"That sounds like my Annie, when she gets into a story she doesn't pay attention to anything. Here a check for your company's fee and this is for you, I hope that's adequate for you time."

"Oh yes, Ms. Joyce, that's more than generous. If you need our company's service again, just call and please ask for me. I'll be on my way then. Goodbye, Annie, Ms. Joyce."

I can never get enough of looking at Suzanne. There's no denying at six foot tall without her high heels, she a presence when she enters a room. She wears severe woman's business clothing and with her dark framed glasses, she gives the impression that she's a very serious person. It isn't that she's unfriendly, just unapproachable. With her coal black hair, beautiful green eyes, creamy skin and strong jaw line, you may not call her a beauty, but she's definitely a striking woman. She has a narrow waist and flaring hips, and her calves are just short of muscular. Oh, and her glorious rear end. All together, she's a statuesque woman who never fails to take my breath away. 

I couldn't hold it anymore, "Tell me, what happened. Will Berger proceed? Come on, I've been going crazy here."

"Wouldn't it be better if we got comfortable before we talk?"

"Suzanne, as much as I want to get comfortable with you, I'm going to lose it in about ten seconds."

"I wasn't trying to tease you, Arty, it's just that we have a lot to talk about. How about I give you the highlights and then we'll talk about details later? "

"OK, will Berger do it or not?"

"John Berger was still somewhat reluctant at first, but I think what turned him around was your willingness not to go public to protect the reputation of his old friend, Uncle Ben. I didn't tell him what that decision has cost you, but at least he is willing based on the outcome of the tests he'll run in his laboratory. He brought in two scientists who will be actually conducting the experiments and they presented an outline of their plan. They both seemed excited to be working with a human since all of their work to date has been with animals. Berger's company works mostly with genetics and they've also done some animal cloning studies.

"All of Berger's employees are covered under the secrecy agreement he's already signed, but the three of them believe it's best not to involve any other employees at this time. I'll have some papers drawn up indemnifying Berger's company and specifically the three of them from lawsuits should anything go wrong. Berger believes he can find a barrister to take a taped deposition from you agreeing to the arrangement to hold them harmless.

"Oh, Arty, I shouldn't be laying this all on you like it's all just business. It's your life we're talking about."

"I understand, but go on. It's important I know the risk the people are taking to help me."

"Berger's company is located on private property belonging to Lord James Barrington, who apparently is a personal friend. Barrington must have some local clout to get all the approvals necessary. The location will give them some privacy in bringing you in and out of the Berger laboratory. Right now they intend to conduct all studies involving you after the regular employees have left for the day. One of the scientists doing the study is Lord Barrington's daughter, Lisa Barrington and she'll put you up in her home, which is a separate cottage on the grounds.

"Dr. Lisa Barrington is both a medical doctor and a molecular biologist. She has a private medical practice specializing in Turner Syndrome, and Berger's laboratory conducts most of her investigative studies. She's also under separate contract to Berger as a consultant. The other scientist is Dr. Heidi Wagner, who's a physicist and a physiologist. She seems to be the one most familiar with the equipment you built for Uncle Ben. There's also a man named Adams who they all agreed might have to be called in. He's the one who physically reassembled the machine. The thought was that you probably could answer any questions about the equipment and they wouldn't bring in Adams unless it was necessary.

"The plan is that you and I will check out of the hotel tomorrow and Dr. Barrington will put us up in her home and we'll go from there. What's the matter?"

"Suzanne, now that's it's getting close to 'go for broke' time, I think for the first time I'm scared of the future. If I'm stuck this size, so be it, but if I don't go ahead and let these people try to restore me to my normal size, I could regret it forever. At the same time I remember some of the Professor's failed experiments and I could end up a real freak of nature."

"That's why I'm here with you, Arty, come sit on my lap."

"Don't take me wrong, I love sitting on your lap, but it makes me feel like a child and you're my mother or something."

"Please come and sit on my lap, Arty. The only reason I want you on my lap is so I can hold you close. If I look like I could be your mother it's only because I'm almost twice your size. I can't define our relationship so I gave up trying. Right after your accident I think I was trying somehow to make it up to you or show how sorry I was for what had happened. I don't know what possessed me to share my bed and bath with you. I knew you admired my body and I was pleased that a thirty five year old man still thought this forty year old body was something special. Maybe I was using my body to comfort you somehow, but I never meant it to be sexual even though I knew you'd see it that way. Maybe I was just a teasing bitch at the start, but I really grew fond of you. No one has ever been as close to me as you have. I consider you my best friend in the world and I really want to be here now.

"Whether you decide to go through with the plan or not, our friendship won't change. I told you the only reason I wouldn't let you try to make love to me is that if you couldn't, you might think you have to try to get back to your normal size. I told you I can't predict the future and neither can you so we'll just have to wait and see what happens. In the meantime, I find it hard to get any rest with you running off the bathroom to 'relieve' your problem every five minutes; so from here on out let me take care of that. After all, what are best friends for? You'd do the same for me, right?"

Art, Part Two Ch. 02



Art, part two. Ch. 02

Art and Suzanne get "comfortable".

When I looked up at her face she was giving me a wicked grin so it looked like it was time to 'get comfortable'. She said, "Come over here and let me unbutton the back of that dress." She's been dressing and undressing me since I started to wear young girl's clothes. She says, "They never look right when you put them on and Maria complains that she's tired of picking up after you when you take them off." 

There's no way I'm going to complain about personal attention from the woman of my dreams and I gave up being embarrassed about being naked in front of women ever since Suzanne brought me to her home. As usual my penis was standing tall by the time she got the first two buttons opened. Well it was standing as tall as it could. When I shrunk to almost half my normal size, every part of me shrunk proportionately. I used to think I was a strong six inch fully erect so now I guess I'm a strong three inch. Actually I've always been afraid to measure my erect penis and now I'm really afraid. 

When Suzanne helps me with buttons this is the point where I routinely ask Suzanne if she needs any help undressing and she routinely rejects my offer. This time when I offered, her answer was to pull a footstool in front of her for me to stand on. I quickly pulled off the dress and underwear I had on and stepped up on the stool. Standing on the stool put my face on at the level of her breast and I wanted to hurry, but I'd dreamed of doing this so long, I took my time. Her blouse unbuttoned down the front and I carefully slipped it off each arm in turn, running my hands across her bare skin. I love the feel of her smooth skin. Her skirt dropped quickly and she stepped out of it. I wanted to pause with her standing there in her slip, but I quickly helped her work her short slip up and over her head. She turned around so I could unfasten her bra for her to slip off. She turned back around and presented her beautiful breast in all their grandeur. I could never get my fill of these two beauties. 

Her large dark aureoles contrasted with her lighter colored nipples making them appear like a gemstone on a dark cloth. I used both hands to lift one of her breast so I could see this precious gemstone up close. Whether it was the cooler air or my attention, I swear I can see the little nubbin stiffen as I watched. I'm always amazed at the weight of the female breast and Suzanne's were the most substantial I'd ever held. She said, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I think I'm struck dumb by the vision."

"Why don't you finish getting my clothes off unless you're going to just stand there?" I gave each of her nipples a tender kiss and a promise to return before I stepped down off the stool and pushed it away. Standing on the floor my eyes were about level with her belly button and the top of her panties. I pressed against her stomach and reached to feel her silken covered cheeks. As I slid her panties down I kept my face pressed against her and kissed my way down her abdomen and into her curly thatch. Kneeling, I paused to rub my chin against her mound using my arms around her to add to the pressure. I tongued the top of her vulva and inhaled her aroma coming from that inviting spot between her legs, but then I anxiously slid her panties down the rest of the way. 

I was still on my knees when she bent down and picked me up. She said, "Remember, this was supposed to be my way of relieving you, but I enjoyed the attention." She sat down on the bed with me on her lap facing her. She proceeded to massage my penis, which had probably been erect since I got undressed. Now that I was up close and personal to her breasts I started to massage one of them and put the nipple in my mouth. I sucked and licked the tip and now it truly was engorged and swollen. Her breast even felt heavier. 

It wasn't that I was oblivious to her hand stroking my penis; it was just that I was so involved with her fascinating body part so up close and personal for the first time. In the past it had always been 'look, but don't touch'. She recognized I was getting close to coming before I did because she suddenly laid me on the bed and put her face in my crotch. She had no troubled taking my whole penis in her mouth and at times she had my testicles in as well. When it seemed I was ready to explode she pulled back until just the tip was inside her mouth and the base of my penis and testicles were in her hand. When she squeezed hard it hurt so much I forgot about coming. 

Then she relaxed her grip and began mouthing my penis again bringing me back to the edge again. Several times she brought me from sheer pain to euphoria until I was pounding the bed for release. The next time she squeezed hard I rose up to look at her. When she saw me, she relaxed her hand and took my penis and testicles inside her mouth and brought her teeth together. She has my whole manhood such as it is at risk to be emasculated. God, what a rush, I exploded again and again.

I lay there with my whole body as limp as a wet noodle. I almost made the mistake of asking her where she learned that, but fortunately, the thinking part of my brain kicked in just in time. It also dawned on me that I'd seen Suzanne lay on her hand when she put her face in my crotch. The fact that she was pleasuring herself all the while she was sucking me wasn't a problem except that I would have liked to been involved.

I rose up on my elbows and looked at her. "Suzanne, I know my dick is too small to give you any pleasure and you don't know how much I regret that, but I know I can use my hand better than you're doing for yourself. I don't remember ever having a thrill like you've just given me. Why don't you let me see what I can do to return the favor?" She rose up on her knees and looked down at me with an expression I wasn't sure I could read. After a moment's hesitation she walked forward on her knees until her crotch was right above my face. What an inviting image, call it "Jade Gate" as the Asians do, or just nirvana. 

I reached up and spread her lips with my fingers. Her hood was already up and as I started to massage her clit I was struck by its size. It looked to be a good match for the tip of my penis. The size shouldn't have surprised me because she's physically a large woman. Suzanne had already brought it to attention by her ministrations and her response was immediate when I started to rub it gently with one hand. I inserted two fingers of my other hand into her vagina and began work them around and around the opening. She was already moist and more juices started to run down my arm almost immediately. 

When she started to squat down I coned my fingers and pushed my hand inside her vagina passage. With my forearm braced against my body she could control how deep she wanted my hand inside her. Closing and opening my hand, I used my finger tips and knuckles to massage the surface of her vagina passage. Her body was gyrating up and down on my hand forcing it deeper and deeper inside her. Every so often she'd pause and say "there, there" or "harder, harder" and in between making a kind of keening sound that rose and fell in volume. Whenever I could I raised my head and licked her juices running down my arm. Watching, listening, tasting and breathing in her aroma, I lost track of time. 

It suddenly got through to me that most of my forearm had disappeared inside her, but she was still encouraging me to keep working my hand. My forearm at her vagina opening isn't that large, but it must be at least two and a half inches in diameter. She keeps alternately tightening and relaxing her pelvic muscles gripping my arm at the opening. I tried to match her rhythm with the muscles in my forearm. Several times her contractions are nearly strong enough to push my arm out. I can almost imagine a newborn being forced along a birth canal by such contractions. Eventually she slowed down and put her head down on a pillow with my hand still inside her. We stayed like that for some time with me moving my fingers occasionally to remind her I was still in there, but she didn't seem to be in any hurry to get up. Then she took hold of my arm and started to sit up straight so I withdrew my hand. 

She swung her leg over me and sat back against the headboard of the bed. I rolled over on my stomach and she was sitting right in front of me with her knees invitingly open. I crawled forward until my face was a few inches from her vulva. I spread her lips carefully and began to lick from the bottom of her vagina opening up to her clit. I sucked on her clit working my tongue against the tip and then licked from her clit back to where I could run my tongue around and inside her vagina. Her juices were everywhere and the more I sucked up the more there was. Soon my face was covered and Suzanne had her hands on the back of my head holding me against her. When I had her clit in my mouth she pushed hard thrusting her clit against me so I closed my teeth lightly. I was rewarded with so much bucking and thrusting that I had to wrap my arms around her thighs to hang on.

Eventually I ended up resting with my head in her lap and my body between her legs. Suzanne said, "Are you still among the living, Mr. Jones?"

"I think so, but I'm not certain, Ms. Joyce."

"Thank you, Mr. Jones. That was most enjoyable.

"Likewise, Ms. Joyce; I hate to break this romantic mood, but I have to piss real bad."

"Likewise, Mr. Jones; will you join me?"

She got out of bed holding me pressed against her breasts and I wrapped my legs around her waist to make it easier for her. In the bathroom she sat down on the toilet with me facing her. With me straddling her thighs, our pelvises were almost touching. She reached down between us and took charge of my penis, directing my stream to join hers. I was trying to think of a smart wisecrack, but then this sort of crazy intimacy reminded me of our time together at her house. When I was hiding at her house, the only time I could be Art Jones was when we were completely alone and that was usually the bedroom or the bathroom. 

The hotel shower stall wasn't very big, but we managed. There was a small seat that I stood on to scrub her back. She sat down and I straddled her legs facing her and washed those wonderful mammary glands. I stood on the seat while she washed me front and back. When she was washing my genitals I was about to explode again when she sprayed my crotch with cold water. When I looked at her accusingly she smiled and said, "Just hold it, we're not finished and I don't want you drained just yet."

She turned around and put one foot up on the seat presenting me with her fantastic derriere. I used my soaped hands to carefully wash every square inch. I spread her cheeks and carefully washed the seam between those two great globes. I couldn't resist inserting my soapy finger inside her pink little rosebud and making sure that was good and clean. I was tempted to try my tongue; maybe another time. I settled for giving Suzanne rear end a big wet kiss.

She turned around and faced me. "Now I'll take my 'seconds'." She put her mouth over my penis, which had been erect for most of our shower. She put both of her hands behind me cupping my buns and pulled me into her mouth and held me there. It was a repeat performance and when she closed her teeth on my penis and testicles, she looked up through the water spray and gradually increased pressure. When my face showed panic she gave me a wicked grin and I exploded again and again. Truly I think the reservoir was empty now.

Later, lying in bed I said, "Suzanne, don't you think it's time we talk honestly?"

She was quiet for awhile and then she said, "Arty, I almost asked what do you mean, but I owe you more than that. I think I know what you're asking. How long have you been thinking about it?"

"Not that long. I was an easy sell because I wanted it to be true, and in a way it made sense. If I tried to have intercourse with you and failed, I'd want to get back to my normal size as quickly as possible. Then slowly I began to admit to myself that even at my normal size, the odds that you and I will eventually have a life together are slim to zilch, which makes the question of future sex meaningless. If it hadn't been for the accident we'd never have gotten together. We could have ended up friends because we both loved the Professor, but that's about it.

"Suzanne, at any size you and I are an unlikely couple. You just didn't want to be part of my decision whether or not to try the Professor's machine and I thank you for that consideration. So why did you invite me to a sexual romp now; we've had plenty of opportunities in the past months?"

"Arty, I can tell you I've been tempted for some time; especially after my sister told me how much she enjoyed your 'fisting technique'. I guess I felt guilty enough for your accident without getting involved in your decision to try to return to normal size. What if something worse happened to you?"

"Your sister actually told you? She swore me to secrecy."

"Well Arilla was pretty drunk at the time, so she probably didn't remember describing it to me in great detail. But now if you choose not to go ahead with the size change, look at how much fun we can have together."

"Suzanne, let's not go from one dishonesty to another. Don't get me wrong, I might love spending a lifetime buried in your crotch giving you pleasure, but you can't keep me with you and still be Suzanne Joyce, Chief Administrator and future CEO of Joyce Research. Keeping me with you risks discovery no matter how you try to hide me. If anyone finds me, your cover up of the accident actually adds to the negative impact. If we go away somewhere together, you'll be hurting your father and the people who depend on you. I can't be part of that."

"There may be a way to keep you nearby, Arty. What if I set my sister up in another city where you can live with her and her son? She's my half-sister and most people don't know anything about our connection. You and she can set up any kind of a relationship you and she agree to and I can come and visit."

"Suzanne, your sister, Arilla, is a flake; you said so yourself. No, that's not fair, I'm very fond of your sister, but living full time with her, I don't know. I might not survive and she could take up with another loser like her ex-husband and I'd have to beat the crap out of him."

"I still don't how you did that, but it was funny how he tried to explain to the police how a young girl put him in the hospital. OK, Arilla may not be a good option, but I'll come up with something. I just want you to know that your future and mine will be connected in some way. The ghost of Uncle Ben would haunt me forever if I didn't. Fortunately, he named you in his will as the sole beneficiary of his estate, which you can use anyway you want. Now we'd better get some sleep, tomorrow will be a busy day." 



Art, Part Two Ch. 03



Art, part two. Ch. 03

Art meets laboratory staff charged with making him "normal".

It was a long night with lots of thoughts or maybe more like nightmares and I felt lousy when I finally did wake up. I could hear Suzanne in the bathroom, but for some reason I didn't join her. I was still deep in thought when I heard her say, "Good, you're awake. I'll order us some breakfast and then I want to talk to you."

I lay there with a sinking feeling as Suzanne called room service. When she finished she came and sat on the bed. "Arty, I did a lot of thinking during the night and you were so restless I can only imagine what was going through your mind. I promised you I'd be with you when you made your decision and I will, but in the meantime I'm a distraction for you. You need to be focused on evaluating the investigation that Berger and his group are conducting and making your decision.

"I'm going to leave you with Dr. Barrington and then I'm going home. There's plenty to do at the Research Center and I really do need to get back. We can be in touch by telephone and I'll come back whenever you ask. I really would prefer to be at your side through this, but I think going home will be the best for both of us."

I thought, "What a bummer. OK, deal with it." Suzanne was staring at me waiting for a response. I said, "I'll miss you, but you're right, I need to concentrate on how Berger conducts his study. They may even have to modify the equipment and I'll have to have my wits about me. Hey, I've been complaining about you being too much of a mother, so go on home, mom, I'll be fine. Now I'm going to use the bathroom and get washed up before room service gets here."

In the taxi on the way to the Barrington's I couldn't help thinking, "Last night was the last hurrah for Suzanne and me. She went as far as she could go with our sexual relationship. From now on it would be, 'Good buddies' or 'What's up?' between us. So now I'm back to where the "Professor" accidently zapped me. So where do I go from here? I have to find an alternative to just letting Berger take his shot at restoring me to full size no matter how dangerous. Come on, you've always believed in rolling with the punches and making the best of it."

Suzanne didn't say a word until we reached Barrington Manor and then it was only to point out Berger's laboratory. It was a newer building that had been carefully designed and landscaped to blend in with the historical nature of the property. The taxi pulled up in front of a small cottage that looked like it had been one of the original buildings. Suzanne asked the driver to wait so obviously this would be a quick goodbye. I could hear loud music coming from the building. I'm hardly a judge, but it sounded like somebody inside is a fan of Lady Gaga. Suzanne rang the bell and we stood there looking at each other with nothing to say.

When the door opened I thought, "Oh Suzanne, why didn't you warn me." I thought the young woman who opened the door was a teenager until I looked at her body. She was wearing skin tight leggings and a tank top that revealed a body that was hardly a young girl's. She had a band around her head and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. She motioned for us to wait and went to turn the music down. When she came back I had a chance to observe her better. She was probably close to my age, but what struck me was she was barely a head taller than my height. I'd guess her to be four foot seven or eight.

She said, "Ms. Joyce, you told us the subject was an adult male." She looked directly at me and said, "Why are you dressed as a young girl?"

Suzanne jumped in, "That's my doing, Dr. Barrington. Initially I did it to hide Mr. Jones' identity. We were trying to keep him from being recognized as a missing Research Center employee and opening us up to negative publicity. On this trip I chose to continue the masquerade as a matter of convenience. It's simply easier for a single woman to travel with a young female companion."

Dr. Barrington's only response was, "I see you've had your driver wait so I'll leave the two of you to say your goodbyes. I'm in the midst of an exercise routine, Mr. Jones, come see me after Ms. Joyce leaves." With that she turned on her heel and left us.

Suzanne said, "It looks like the daughter of Lord and Lady Barrington may be an insufferable bitch. I'm sorry, I wish there was another choice." She knelt down and wrapped her arms around me. "Arty, I'm going to miss you."

"Don't worry Suzanne, it will work out. I'll stay in touch and let you know what's happening." I put my arms around her neck and gave her a hard kiss on the mouth. She started to get up and I opened the door for her. She hurried out without looking back.

I followed the music and found Dr. Barrington in a sort of workout room. She was immersed into moving with the music and I didn't want to interrupt. Actually I was enjoying the view. The good doctor was very well proportioned and was bending and stretching in what was probably a cool down exercise. She had the sinewy moves and I could see her fine muscle tone with her skin tight outfit. Her tank top allowed me to watch her arms as she flexed and released. When she finally stopped, she seemed truly startled to see me sitting there watching her.

She said, "Come on, grab your suitcase and I'll show you your room." She led me to the back of the cottage and showed me a small comfortable looking bedroom. "Do you have any other clothes besides little girls?" When I shook my head 'no' she said, "Then get out of that ridiculous outfit and I'll try to find you something more suitable. Pack them all in your suitcase and I'll find a place to store them."

I finished packing my wig and clothes and was standing in my underwear when she returned. "Throw your underwear in the suitcase as well."

She stood there watching me so I said, "How about some privacy?"

"Mr. Jones, I'm a medical doctor and I'm familiar with the adult male body. You do realize I'm going to be running a lot of test on that body of yours and I'll be poking and prodding every orifice you have. I'll know more about your body than you do so get out of those girly underclothes."

"What the hell, Doc, I should be used to this by now." I stripped off my underwear and stood there nude under her gaze.

"I see you're a well proportioned male with all of the required equipment. I was beginning to wonder and, Mr. Jones, my name is Doctor Barrington, not Doc.

"OK, you want to play the role of 'ball buster', be my guest, Doctor Barrington."

"I take it you're a cheeky bastard."

"If you mean I'm a smart ass, you got that right."

She ignored my comment and said, "One of the house staff has boys and I found you some male underwear that should work for now. You can use a set of my scrubs until we get you something else. Go ahead and get dressed and I'll take you over to the lab where you can meet everyone.

When we were walking over to the lab I couldn't help thinking it was sort of nice to have someone my size to talk to, but did it have to be this one with a chip on her shoulder? Dr. Berger and another woman were waiting for us and I made a mental note to thank Barrington for my new outfit so I didn't have to explain my little girl getup. I recognized Berger from a picture back in the Professor's office at the Research Center. He's got to be at least in his mid 70's and painfully tall and thin. He looked nothing like the Professor, but knowing he was his friend should make this easier.

He welcomed me warmly. "Arthur, I'm so glad to finally meet you. Ben used to write about me about his young technician that held so much promise. I can almost see his reaction when he thought he'd killed you. Fortunately, we really believe we can reverse what's happened to you and we're about to start with lower animals. Oh, forgive me; let me introduce Dr. Heidi Wagner. Her background is physics as well as physiology and she's taken charge of assembling the machine you built.

Dr. Wagner said, "So this is the man we called 'technician'. I have to tell you, most of the time it was my question you were answering by e-mail. John told me to send them over his name so not to confuse anyone at the Research Center. You and I have a lot of detail to discuss."

"Dr. Wagner, I have to tell you that in our e-mail I was amazed how quickly you grasp the concept of what the Professor was doing. I'd grown up with it, but you forced me dig for answers."

"Please call me Heidi, we're pretty informal here aren't we, John."

"Of course, of course, and do you prefer Arthur or Art?"

"Either one is fine, but mostly I go by Art. Lisa's already told me how informal you are here and that just great as far as I'm concerned."

I glanced at Barrington and she looked mad enough to hit something, probably me.

"Heidi and Lisa, would you please bring Art up to date on what we've accomplished so far."

The two women went into more detail than I could follow, but it gave me an opportunity stare at them without being too obvious. Lisa went first and I began to get an idea why she reacts the way she does. She has a pretty face, but it's unlined and she appears very young. With a lab coat that's too long on her short body, she looks like a young girl trying to act like a grownup. Also, she has the kind of kewpie shaped lips that people only see on dolls. She's a serious woman who probably isn't treated as a serious woman very often.

Dr. Heidi Wagner was something else. I was trying to visualize what she would look like with that lab coat off. I'm guessing she has a very interesting female body. Her breast did not appear to be large, but they thrust themselves forward with authority. I could see the distinct outline of them even covered as they are. Her shoulders aren't very broad, but oh my, her lower half. When she turned to the blackboard to make a point her rear haunches reminded me of a lioness ready to pounce. There was real power there. When I looked up at her face I was startled because she was staring at me so intently. Suzanne said I undressed women with my eyes and I do, in fact I just did, but now I'm being undressed by Heidi's eyes. I can almost feel her licking her chops.

All of a sudden what she was saying clicked in, "So our test program is ready for Phase Two where we'll attempt to restore to full size the lab rat provided by the Research Center. Success or failure will give us direction for the next step. That will be "

"Wait a minute! Stop right there. I don't know how much veto power I have here, but if you want my participation in this project you have to change your plans. I don't want you to use Fred; sorry, I mean the small lab rat, for your first attempt to restore an animal."

John said, "Why in heaven's name not, Art? It's the most logical next step in restoring you to your normal size."

"I'm sorry, John, it's a long story. First, the three of you are out of my league in this discussion and my reason may not be logical to you, but I'll try to explain. I'm basically a gadget guy and until Professor Ben hired me as a technician, I'd never worked with animals or even had a pet. He gave me the task of taking care of the lab animals and I got sort of a kick out of it. I could even see personality differences between them. Anyway, I named the pair of mice, Mickey and Minnie, and the pair of rats, Fred and Ethel, after an old TV show.

"The mice really didn't behave any differently when they were larger, but after the rats were reduced in size, all Fred seemed to be interested was boinking Ethel, and well maybe eating to keep up his strength. Ethel got pregnant and we didn't notice. She died horribly because her fetus early on was too large. I blamed myself, but the Professor would hear none of that. He said it was his responsibility, not mine. Afterwards, Fred was sort of listless and didn't react unless I gave him a special treat. Then I got accidently zapped and I knew how Fred felt. I spent a lot time early on commiserating with him. Anyway, I told Fred that if anyone found a way to restore us, I'd go first. If something happened to me I'd see he got a chance to live out his life as a small rat and maybe someone might even find him a lady rat that wouldn't eat him. That might not seem like a good reason to you for insisting on going before Fred, but it is for me."

I looked around at their faces after I finished. John looked like I had just said the dumbest thing ever, but I couldn't read the women's faces at all. John said, "If that's your wishes then that's what we'll do. Heidi, if we change the test program does that present any problems?"

"No, and it might even work out better. I'm attempting to better focus the radiation before we try to change the magnetic field size. It will set the timetable back a ways, but if that's alright with Art, we'll change the test program."

Lisa said, "You're saying a promise you made to a lab rat is why you're willing to place your life at greater risk?"

"It might not make a lot of sense, but commitment means a lot to me. If I wasn't single or had anyone depending on me, I might think differently, but as long as I'm responsible only to Art Jones, then that's the way it's got to be."



Art, Part Two Ch. 04



Art, part two. Ch. 04

Dr. Lisa tries on Art for size.

We were walking back to her cottage when Lisa said, "You're a strange man, Arthur Jones."

"I know you won't be too surprised when I tell you you're not the first one to make that observation". That brought a small chuckle out of this very serious lady.

"I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot and the only excuse I can offer is that I was startled when you showed up dressed like a young girl."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm just glad you saved me from trying to explain why I was dressed like that to Heidi and John."

"Alright, let's start over, Arthur. How about a peace offering of a bite to eat? I've got some frozen pasty's I can quickly put in the oven.

"What the devils a 'pasty'? I can tell you for an American, that's not something you eat." "The pasty's sort of a folded beef pie whose origin goes back to my Cornish heritage. Growing up my grandma used to make them so it's a bit of nostalgia for me. I'm not much of a cook so I buy them at a local restaurant and freeze them."

"Thanks for the offer. I sort of forgot about eating today with everything else."

It was a pleasant meal and we both seemed to relax a bit. After dinner, when we were cleaning up together, I noticed the furniture and appliances were sized or placed to make it convenient for someone Lisa's height. Obviously it works for me as well.

Later, we adjourned to her small comfortable sitting room with a snifter of Cognac. She sat down on a small love seat and patted the seat next to her. It was a strange feeling. Through my eyes she still looked like a small woman even though I knew she was slightly taller than me. Apparently I still retain my normal size perspective even though I've been reduced in size. She has dainty features and yet I wouldn't describe her as a dainty person. Her breasts aren't large, but the way they thrust out is very attractive and I had to admit I was getting turned on. When I saw a slight red flush start on her neck I realized my intense stare was making her uncomfortable. To cool things off a bit I said, "When Suzanne was filling me in on Berger's staff, she mentioned you were a specialist in Turner Syndrome. What's Turner Syndrome?"

She seemed relieved that I'd turned down the heat a bit. "It's a development problem in some young females that usually leaves them undersized. As a young girl I was misdiagnosed as having Turner Syndrome and I remember all the examinations and anxieties it caused me up until I reached puberty. I've focused my career on early diagnosis and treatment to keep young girls from going through the same thing. John does some of the analytical work for me and I split my time between here and several hospitals where I'm on their staffs. Sometimes I travel if it's difficult for the young girl and her parents to come here."

"The problem for me has been psychological, wondering if I was fully developed sexually, would I grow up to be a woman? That's heavy duty stuff for a young girl. When I was a teenager I actually invited a young boy to have sex with me to prove to myself that I was normal down there. It wasn't the boy's fault, but he was clumsy and hurt me badly. I've had a few sexual partners as an adult, and maybe because of that first sexual experience, most of them have been less than satisfactory."

I had no idea how to respond and was searching for words when she turned to me and said, "Arthur, make love to me. No, you're not on a rescue mission. Despite my size, I'm a big girl now and take full responsibility for the outcome. I must confess ever since I saw you naked I wondered how it would be. I know you saw me blush before, but it wasn't because you were staring at me, it was because of what I was thinking. Of course it did occur to me that you might be thinking the same thing." With that she stood up and reached out her hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom.

She started to take her clothes off, but I stopped her and said, "No, let me do it." I put my arms around her and pulled her tight to me and I could feel she was stiff as a board. "Lisa, look at me." She looked down and I kissed her full on the lips and gradually I could feel her loosen up a bit and get into the kiss herself. When we came up for air, I told her, "You're in complete charge. We'll stop anytime you don't want to go any further, but please try to relax."

I unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off marveling at her beautiful skin tone all the time. I couldn't resist brushing my lips against her bare skin at every opportunity. Her skirt fell quickly. I reached down and raised her slip by running my hands up the outside of her legs and continued until I could take it over her head. Standing there in her panties and bra she still had her arms up in the air. I pulled them gently down and stepped back holding onto her wrists. "You are truly a very beautiful woman, Lisa."

I led her toward the bed literally stepping out of my scrubs on the way. When we were on the bed I directed her to lay face down. I straddled her thighs, unfastened her bra strap and started massaging up and down her spine from her waist to her neck. Her muscles were still tight and every once in awhile there were shivers up and down her body. I lay down on her back pressing my body against her and kissed the back of her neck. I knew she could feel my erect penis pushing between her legs even with her panties on. When I could feel her body begin to respond to my hands, I knelt upright and slid her panties down. With her fine looking rear end staring up at me I started massaging her firm cheeks while running my thumbs up and down between them. I spread her legs and knelt so I could massage the backs of her legs. I massaged up and down her legs and every so often my fingers would brush close to her vulva, but I never touched it.

When I rolled her over she had a soft dreamy expression on her face. I straddled her thighs again and pressed against her with my erect penis between her legs. I put my hands on her breasts and started to massage them. Oh, the wonderful feel of them. When I kissed her she pushed her tongue into my mouth and we dueled with our tongues for awhile and sucked on each other's lips. I held her pressed against my chest and kissed her neck.

Gradually I started working down her body with my lips rarely losing contact. I could feel her firm stomach muscles when I slid a hand down and over her mound. When my fingers reached the top of her vulva I started licking and sucking on her nipples. I loved running my tongue across the tips, feeling each contour with my tongue. When I closed my teeth with a slight pressure on a nipple, she moaned deliciously and pressed harder against me.

Kneeling between her legs, I lifted her bottom and put a pillow under it. With her legs over my shoulder, I pressed down to kiss her stomach, her mound and finally the area over her clit. I used my nose to urge her hood to rise and there was her wonderful clit standing tall, fully engorged and just waiting. I put my mouth over it and began sucking and at the same time inserted two fingers in her vagina.

I sucked and nibbled her clit while fingering her vagina and was rewarded with more and more of her juices. I used my hands on the back of her raised thighs to spread her vulva wider so I could get at those wonderful juices. I licked up and down the lips of her vulva, tonguing every crease and crevice. When I put my tongue in her vagina she pushed hard against the back of my head. It always seems like a woman is encouraging you to just crawl up in there and I've often so wanted to do just that.

When I rose up thinking we were both on the edge, she said, "Let me on top, I'll put you inside me". I lay on my back and she straddled me. When she took my erect penis in her hand she had a tight grip and I was afraid she wouldn't get it in before it was too late. She directed the tip of my penis into her vagina and then gradually lowered herself. When she was raising up and down on my penis, she kept yelling, "Oh yes! Oh yes! I did it!"

I thought about saying something like, "Hey, what about me?" But then I was lost in my own shouting. Lisa must have climaxed almost at the same time I exploded because her contractions were squeezing me tight inside her.

Afterwards I lay beside her holding her in my arms and we had our legs intertwined. She kept squeezing and un-squeezing my thigh between her legs, pressing it tight to her vulva. I had my hand between my thigh and her vulva with my fingers caressing her clit.

"That was wonderful. Thank you!"

"Oh Lady, you don't owe me any thanks, I thoroughly enjoyed your body, and you know what? You have a fantastic body."

"Speaking of bodies, as your doctor, I think I need to examine yours more thoroughly." She wrapped her hand around my penis and used her thumb to rub the tip. "I think you're ready for that exam now." She slid down under the covers and I could feel her lips close over my erection.

Lisa may not be experienced, but she certainly knew a great deal about the male sex organ. I was running my hands through her hair and encouraging each stroke. When I was close to coming I stopped her and called her name and I heard her muffled voice, "Shut up Arthur, I'm in charge here." I exploded in her mouth and she continued to milk my penis working out every last drop.

When her head popped out of the covers, she said, "Oh, this is so much fun. Let's do it all over again."

"OK, you're the doctor, I'm willing, but you're responsible to see that your patient survives."

We did do it all over and Lisa insisted in trying all kinds of twist and turns and positions. She was making up for years of frustration and after awhile, I did worry about my survival. I thought about Lisa's bending and stretching during her exercises and now she was using my body.

I opened my eyes and it was light out. Every bone in my body ached. Lisa came bouncing into the bedroom. "Good morning sunshine. I've got to go. I can get something to eat on the way, but you have to fend for yourself."

"How come I'm dying here and you're ready to take on the world?"

"You just need to develop more stamina. We'll just have to work on that and your doctor is going to take full charge of your conditioning. You'll also be pleased I found you some clothes to wear. I borrowed them from the same one who donated your underwear. I think they'll fit and there's also a pair of my running shoes you should be able to use. At least until I can get you to a clothing store. Where I buy my clothes, they specialize in the smaller sizes, both men and women. Now it's time to let your hair grow out and face life like a man." She gave me a wide grin to take any sting out of what she just said. With that she gave me a kiss and was gone.



Art, Part Two Ch. 05



Art, part two. Ch. 05

Art finds out what Dr. Heidi's plans are for him.

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I was reliving last night's activities in the shower, which unfortunately, included experiencing a healthy dose of guilt about Suzanne. There's no way I could just claim I was doing Lisa a favor. Well I could, but it would be pure BS. Lisa's a nice lady; I'll have to be damn careful what's happening here. My life is so screwed up; I'm in no position to be thinking about any relationship.

The hot water was taking away some of the aches of the night's doings when the shower door opened and there stood Dr. Wagner. "Here you are; do you mind if I watch?"

"Dr. Wagner, Heidi!! You scared the hell out of me. What's so interesting about me taking a shower?"

"Oh, you have truly no idea how everything about you interests me."

"Why don't you shut the shower door or come in and join me."

"Now that could be interesting. I'll wait out here for now, maybe next time."

When I came out of the shower she was sitting there waiting for me. "If you give me a minute to put some clothes on, I'll invite you to breakfast."

"It's a waste of time to put clothes on, you'll just have to take them off again, but I'll accept your breakfast offer. In the meantime you go right ahead, don't mind me."

I thought, "After what I've been through so far, if the lady gets her jollies watching me, so be it." 

In my bedroom I found the jeans, t-shirt and jockeys that Lisa had found for me and quickly dressed. Heidi followed me as I padded barefoot into the kitchen. There were eggs and bacon in the fridge so I said, "How do you like your eggs?"

"My, oh my, you can cook too."

"See and you thought I was just a pretty face."

"I like my eggs over and hard like other things."

"OK, you didn't come over here so we could chit chat; you've something on your mind so go ahead and get to it."

"You continue to impress me; I like people who are direct. Do you mind if I call you 'Jonesy', Art or Arthur just doesn't seem right?"

"No problem."

"Alright, there're a couple of things before I get to my real reason for being here. First, I saw the scrubs you were wearing last night laying on the floor by Lisa's bed and I assume that's where you spent the night. Now before you go off the deep end, who Lisa sleeps with is entirely her business; she and I have been good friends for a long time and we share lots of things. I know all about her problem of having relations with grown men and if she'd found some pleasure with you, I'm glad. I'll warn you though, if you hurt her emotionally, I'll be your worst enemy. I've met your Ms. Joyce and when she talks about you, I can tell by how she talks, that there's something between the two of you. That's also none of my business, but I'm thinking of Lisa."

Before she could say any more, I said, "Heidi, I want you to know I have no intention of hurting Lisa. Neither she nor I know where the two us are going and it's up to Lisa to keep you informed if she chooses. As far as Suzanne Joyce and yours truly are concerned, right now we're in different worlds and the future is pretty uncertain."

"Alright, Jonesy, that's honest enough only because I know what you're facing. Now to the second reason for me being here this morning; I want you to realize how much your future is in my hands. Neither John nor Lisa understands how the machine works. John is fully knowledgeable on the principle, but the function of the machine is beyond him. In fact, you and I may be the only people who fully comprehend the function of the machine you built. I worked with Adams when he re-assembled the machine. This was before we knew about what happened to you at the Joyce Laboratory and we were simply considering finishing the work of Professor Jamison. John was more than willing to take on the Joyce project until he found out about you. He was ready to cancel the contract, which is still his option, but I talked him into continuing. So you see if you have any hope of returning to your normal size, it will only be with my help."

"Heidi, you don't have to convince me about your academic credentials. As far as I can see you're the best one for me to place my money on if I'm going to risk it, but right now I'm not sure I want to take the chance." 

"Alright Jonsey, whatever is going on in your head right now is not my field of expertise, but I really have no doubt you'll go ahead and take the gamble. You've lived one life for some thirty five years and then all of a sudden it's turned upside down, who wouldn't want their life back the way it was. If there's anything between you and Suzanne Joyce, what are the options if you stay the size you are? You're aware of all the obstacles much more than I am. As far as making a life with Lisa, that may be possible, but she's shown other interest in the past. No, I'm betting you'll go along when the time comes. In the meantime, it's part of my role to convince you that we know what we're doing and the chances for success are quite good. If helping you decide also means telling you more about me as a person, I'm willing to do that as well."

"For your information though, I'm not uncomfortable with the sexual banter we engaged in this morning when you were in the shower. I just don't engage in it very often. If two people want to fuck, why waste time talking or sending verbal signals. I've always known who I want to have sex with and my partners seem to know it as well. If I don't want to have sex with them, they seem to know that without me saying anything. I've watched women tease men they have no intention of fucking just to drive them nuts. What a waste of time. I don't know what happened with you this morning. I deliberately walked in when you were showering to simply see your reaction, nothing more. Seeing you standing there bare assed took me back a minute. You were obviously a naked male specimen, but your small size made you seem more vulnerable. Then you popped off with the invitation to join you and I was at a loss for words. Trust me, that doesn't happen very often. In a way this whole project changed a bit and I haven't sorted it all out yet. You'll be the first to know when I do.

"We've been able to reproduce almost all of your Professor Jamison's work and we're comfortable going forward from here. I don't want you to take this wrong, but you're not the major thrust of our study. We see broad opportunities in the field of medical research and you just happen to be an interesting study, but not our central focus. My interest is the field of skeletal and muscular structure and Lisa is interested in glandular and reproductive physiology. In laymen's terms, I'm concerned about your physical size and Lisa is more concerned with what's between your legs. Enough of the 'chit chat', let's get down to business. We'll use Lisa's examination room. She and I often team up there to evaluate one of her patients, who are usually girls or young women."

When we entered the examination room it was obvious this room was furnished like the rest of the house for someone smaller than normal. I was looking at the low examination table when Heidi said, "Lisa installed an examination table that can be raised and lowered purely for my comfort when I'm here. She can always stand on a stool, but bending over for long periods is hard on my back. Alright Jonesy, get undressed and hop up on the table."

OK, by now I should be used to being naked in the presence of a clothed woman, but this situation was a mix of erotic and clinical. I watched Heidi as she pulled out a number of instruments that appeared to be used for measurement. Without her usual lab coat and dressed in tight jeans and a T-shirt, it was obvious that my image of her had been entirely wrong. Last night the way her lab coat hung on her covered up powerful neck, shoulder and arm muscles. With her strong upper torso including, remarkably sized biceps she probably needs to use a larger size lab coat. While her breasts aren't particularly large, they looked firm enough to do hand stands on them without compressing them a bit. They fit in perfectly with the rest of her physical appearance. This wasn't a woman who built her body in a gym, this was pure genetics; she was born this way. When she bent over a lower drawer I got a look at an amazing rear view.

As a long time admirer of the female body, I've always found their posteriors fascinating. That's not to diminish the many other eye catching features of a woman's body, designed by nature no doubt for the propagation of the human race, but for me the rise and shape of those two round cheeks can say a lot. I'm always fascinated how, when a woman walks, her cheeks will dance in a rhythmic motion with each stride. I know there's an anatomical explanation and some women exaggerate the natural motion, but who cares. Any number of times I've found myself well out of the way of my destination because I've been so engrossed in watching a woman walking ahead of me.

But Heidi was somehow different. It wasn't that she didn't have well rounded firm looking butt cheeks, it was just when she moved they were part of a her well muscled back and haunches. In her tight jeans I could actually see a rippling and tensing of her muscles from her haunches to her cheeks as she bent and stooped. The amazing part was she seemed totally oblivious to the effect it had on me or probably any other male. There was nothing coquettish or exaggerated; it was just how she was built. I could almost picture her as a large feline animal making natural movements. The dominant male of the same feline species would be driven to plant his seed in her to ensure the survival of any offspring. Not only would she be strong enough to guarantee its survival, but if any lesser male tried to mount her or threaten her cub, it would cost him his life. I'm far from an alpha male and Heidi's movements definitely aroused me, but I could definitely sense a danger in her.

She started her measurement of my body using basically a tape and calipers. On a clipboard I could see views of a male anatomy and she marked own the measurements in the appropriate spots. It all seemed pretty clinical until she said, "You know I have more information about Art Jones than just these measurements."

"When your Ms. Joyce talked to us about you, both John and I felt she wasn't telling us the whole story so we agreed to conduct an investigation. John was hesitant, but he let me make whatever inquiries I felt necessary. It wasn't difficult to hire a discreet firm to obtain what we needed. They quickly turned up the missing technician on the police reports with their conclusion that you were somewhat of a minor criminal and your company was withholding information for some reason. It was obvious then that Ms. Joyce was bringing us the missing technician, who had been shrunk to a size that made recognition difficult. When she showed up here with you dressed in that ridiculous little girls outfit, we knew how she had been hiding you."

"Lisa and I agreed to find out as much as we could about you. We authorized a complete background check on Art Jones to see if there were any relatives to come screaming out of the woodwork in case something happened. They reported that you were pretty much a loner and except for Professor Jamison, you had few close friends. Their background checks also brought out the series of foster homes and boy's school background, and the investigators concluded that you were a person that relied mostly on yourself. So you see, Jonesy, I not only find your situation interesting, but I also find you personally very interesting. With advanced degrees in both physics and physiology, I consider myself no slouch in brain power, but I'm impressed by the knowledge it took to build such a complicated machine."

"Come on, Heidi, I was just building what the Professor designed, he was the brain."

"You put yourself down too easily, my little friend. I had all of your 'Professor's' notes so I saw what instructions he gave you. I agree that his thinking was brilliant in terms of how he envisioned the potential to change the physiology of a living organism, but his instructions to you were rudimentary at best and still you built a sophisticated piece of equipment.

"All my life I've made a habit of putting a kink in the male ego when it comes to the dominant gender in brain power and I've also been a master at using the pussy whip. Jonesy, you offer a multiple challenge to me. I don't think you're overly impressed with my degrees and although I could probably whip you physically, I'm not sure you're vulnerable to pussy whipping in the true sense. You see what I'm up against, don't you?"

"Heidi, I don't want to be your enemy. I told you when we all met last night that you're one smart lady and all I want is to have that machine return me to my full size. Whatever I can do to help, I'm more than willing. The Professor envisioned that his invention would have significant medical importance. I have no idea how, but with your background you probably can foresee some applications. If it works for me no one wants my story to become public, so I disappear and become just a forgotten speed bump. You'll get all the recognition for finishing the Professor's work. Hey, look at me. What kind of a male figure challenge could I be?"

"Jonesy, I have to admit I probably don't like men a whole lot even though I find them useful for one thing. I deliberately tried to goad you into some kind of a typical male bluster, but you turned it aside with logic. You appear to be the most vulnerable man I've ever known except that I don't really believe it. We'll work on the project together my little friend, just so you know I have needs from time to time and I really don't want to have to force you to help me. Can you live with that?"

"Let's keep going. If we get somewhere I can't handle, we can talk about it. Since the accident I find I have a pretty high tolerance for situations I never would have accepted before."

"The plan Lisa and I discussed is that she's setting up a series of examinations at a small hospital where she's on their staff. We'd like to get as much of a full body muscular skeletal picture of you as we can using radiological and magnetic imaging. It's my role as a physiologist to put together a three dimensional model we can work with. Lisa will be running internal radiological studies as well to place you internal organs in our model. Then we'll try to tie this model with the image produced by Professor Jameson's machine. We have to be careful to not expand one part of your body too fast or we could lose some integrity and end up with a mishmash of unconnected parts."

"Boy, if your intent was to set me at ease, you've just managed to scare the hell out of me again."

"Stop your worrying. Lisa and I may have different objectives, but I can assure you that keeping all of Art Jones' parts connected is a major one for both of us."

"It seems to me that your assurance about keeping my parts connected leaves both of you a lot of wiggle room."

Heidi was still chuckling when her cell phone beeped. "Oh hi 'Lees'." -------------- "No, I have some more measurements to take and I still want to put his feet in the stirrups and poke a couple of fingers up his rear end. I've always wanted a male to experience the joy of having his feet in the stirrups while a member of the opposite sex pokes fingers inside of him. He should try to answer some inane questions while a doctor wearing a light on their head examines his most intimate parts. Lees, you should see the look on his face now!" --------------- "That's the day after tomorrow. Will you be at Bristol when we get there?" ---------- "Don't worry, I can prep him for the exam. If he puts up a fight I can sit on him." ---------------- "You're right, he'd probably like that. But, honey, there's no way we're going to stay here at your place. After two days, my back would be in full revolt so I'll take him home with me. 

"You know there's only so much detail I can get unless I take an infinite number of measurements. I'll use the data to create a three dimensional computer model and we'll use the imaging studies to give us his internals. Still I think it would be valuable to have an accurate full size model. I have all of the equipment to make a larger body so that won't be a problem." --------------- "I can do that. What do you recommend?" ---------------- "Let me write that down and you said it's on the top shelf. OK, don't worry about Jonesy; I'll take good care of him. Bye Lees."

All the while Heidi was talking to Lisa I had the feeling that I wouldn't like what they were planning. She looked at me with a grin on her face and said, "Lisa is going to be out of town for at least two days so you and I will just carry on without her. Actually, she's scheduled a series of x-rays, radiological tracing exams and image scans to give us a good solid picture of your body as it is now. She had to postpone it until the day after tomorrow and we'll meet her at the hospital. She's given me some tasks she was going to take care of, but now it's you and I. First though, let's finish up with the measurement. Lie back down on the table and put your feet in those stirrups."

"Come on Heidi, it's bad enough sitting here bare assed while you chat about me on the phone, but now you threaten to give me a digital proctologist exam. Maybe I don't want to go along with this whole plan of yours." 

"Oh Jonesy, lighten up. I was just trying to get a rise out of you. You do know though, if I want to stick a finger up your rear end there's not much you could do to stop me. I may be a woman, but for me you're just about bite size. We're through with the measurements anyway. Lisa and I have another plan that I think will work out better in the long run and that's to make a full scale model of your body. It will give us a point of reference. Then you have to get ready for all the exams Lisa has planned for the day after tomorrow. Lisa wants you all cleaned out and on a clear liquid diet tomorrow. We'll go to my place; it's just hard for me to stay here with Lisa's undersized fixtures. You want to go and grab some spare clothes or anything?"

"What I had on before is all I have. Lisa had me dump everything else."

"Lisa did tell me she was going to take you shopping, but I guess there wasn't time. Don't worry about it. For what I've got planned you won't be wearing clothes anyway. Lisa has some gender neutral clothing at my place, so in a pinch you can use that."

When we were driving to Heidi's place I kept thinking that this was probably a big mistake, but then so what. Lisa and Heidi were in this together and I agreed to work with them, so let's just see where this goes.



Art, Part Two Ch. 06



Art, part two. Ch. 06

Art finds out about Dr. Heidi's land of the dolls.

Heidi's place was an up-scale neighborhood of narrow brick row houses or townhouses. They shared common walls and looked like they were four or five stories high. The first level was a garage and a front entrance that must have led directly upstairs. Heidi pulled her Mini-Cooper into the garage and there sat a nice shiny American Harley Motorcycle. "Wow, whose bike?"

"It's mine, Jonesy. You're looking at my pride and joy on wheels. That's a 1250 V Rod Muscle machine with a Hard Tail."

This was a woman who's a bit different. I know a lot of women ride motorcycles, but not many want to wrestle with one that size. I was impressed. "Come on I'll give you a quick tour of my place and then maybe I can dig us up something to eat. I live alone and eat when I feel like it so the food choices are limited, but we won't starve. Maybe I'll give you a ride on my bike later."

Each floor was narrow with windows only on the ends. The second floor was a decent sized kitchen and eating area and a comfortable looking living or sitting room. The third floor had a den in the front and toward the back there was a fairly large bedroom and bathroom. The front of the townhouse was a busy street, but there was a small park in the back that provided some greenery and privacy. Off the bedroom was a small balcony overlooking the park. "In case you're wondering where you'll sleep, the couch in the den opens up into a bed. I love this room. With the sliding doors to the balcony open I can hear all the sights and sounds of the outside. The traffic noises at night aren't much and they really don't intrude. We all pay for the arboretum you see out back and it brings Mother Nature almost right into the room. I sleep in the buff, and unless someone's hanging in those trees out there, I have complete privacy without closing the drapes."

"The spiral staircase over there leads to my workshop on the top floor. I have a small lift that goes from the garage to the top floor so I can bring up all my supplies. Well what do you think of my home, Jonesy?"

"You're asking someone who normally lives in a two box like rooms called an 'efficiency apartment' to comment on your home? I don't know much about Heidi the person, but what I've seen so far fits my first impression of you. I like your no nonsense kitchen and your comfortable living room. I only had a glimpse of the bookcase along one wall, but I saw an eclectic mix of books, from classics and science to contemporary novels. You probably spend considerable time reading, and I'll bet the chair in the corner of your bedroom is your favorite reading place. Your whole place is furnished with things you like and I doubt you give a rat's ass what other people think of your selection. The only note that doesn't fit is all of the dolls. I wasn't counting, but each room has an assortment. There so many I had the impression each room seemed occupied with 'people'. I noticed they were all dressed or outfitted to represent different characters or professions, some I would guess came from classic stories."

"Jonesy, you continue to amaze me. You're right, the corner of my bedroom is my favorite reading place and I don't give a 'rat's ass' what other people think about my selections. You didn't comment on the obvious. My home is a solitary place without any accommodation for anyone else. My 'dolls' are part of that solitary life and have been for a long time. It's not that I'm particularly anti-social; I just enjoy my own company. I have a few close friends like Lisa, who spend time with me here, but mostly it's me and my dolls. I assign names and personalities to them and they fill in the gaps in my life. But all of this touches a part of me I don't think I'm ready to share with you. Let me show you my workshop; maybe that will answer some questions."

On the top floor there were two large skylights to provide natural light and both had sophisticated privacy shutters. It seems that Heidi values her privacy even up here. She said, "I make most of my own dolls and have since I was a teenager. They were pretty crude copies of standard dolls at first, but over the years they've gotten far more complex. I make them for my own pleasure and enjoy the challenge of making them as physiologically true as I can. I can't part with some that I made years ago, but when I kept trying to improve each new version, I started to get overwhelmed with them. It's a hobby, but my expenses run high so I started marketing them on the Internet as Doc's Dolls. There's a small but ready market for them and I suppose if I wanted to go into mass production, I could make a good living. Here let me show you.

"This is my wire 'skeleton' body. I've used stainless steel wire for my 'bones' and I'm very proud of the ball joint that I helped develop. I restrict the movement to our actual joint limits so my skeleton can be articulated just like the human body. The hands and feet I have injection molded with a projection that can be cemented into sockets on my 'skeleton'. The company I use can insert carbon fibers in their molds that become part of the hands and feet so I can shape them later. My doll's hand can hold a tool or be open handed as needed.

"You didn't comment, but all of my dolls are male. From what you said about your obsession with the female body, you can understand why I focus on the male body. In fact my injection molded penis and testicles are my finest innovations and they come in different sizes. I have a temperature sensitive fiber inserted so my male dolls can have his member decorously tucked into his shorts at room temperature. When you hold the penis and bring it up to your body temperature, the penis becomes fully erect and stays there until it cools back to room temperature. Obviously my anatomically correct dolls carry a warning and are not sold to children. 

"My skulls are also injected molded with inserted fibers so the jaw can be moved to open the mouth or close it. I hand dip the skulls in molding wax to build up layers of wax to the point where I can sculpt individual features. I have to use a magnifying and fine tools to sculpt at this scale, but I've had years of practice. When I think I've got the features and shape of the head I want, I set it in a fixture and pour a plaster mixture around it. When the plaster sets up, I heat it and the wax melts and runs out leaving a cavity around the skull with the features in the mold. I pour in a melted mix of the plastic resins into the cavity and when that sets up, I've got my doll's head. I paint on the faces using paint that bonds thermally with the plastic, and if I've achieved what I want, I'm ready for the rest of the body. Sometime I'll make a dozen heads before I'm satisfied.

"My wire skeleton body, complete with head, hands, feet and genitals, is ready for the final sculpting. I use molding wax and hand form the wax into arms, legs and torso around the wire 'skeleton'. I usually sculpt a general body and then add or remove wax to get the final body structure. My background in physiology has implanted male images in my mind until I can usually get what I want in a short time. Then it's just like making the head. I set the whole doll in a fixture, pour in the plaster for the mold, and after the plaster sets, melt the wax from around the skeleton and pour in the resin. When I've painted the body and cured the paint bond, my "one of a kind" doll is finished except for any finishing touches I want to add.

"You do know I could go on for hours about my hobby and most people eyes would glaze over, but I could see you were following everything I said. In fact it looked like you were ready to interrupt with questions a number of times. I knew it wasn't the dolls, but the details of the construction. I saw how you had adapted or modified components from other applications for the Jamison machine, so I figured you'd be interested."

"Heidi, I think I just learned more about you in the last few minutes when you talked about your dolls than I think I could have in hours of conversation. It wasn't just the ingenuity you used, but also that you did all of this yourself. I know something about the fabrication of stainless steel and I can imagine the kinds of fixtures you had to construct first before you start putting your 'skeleton' together. I have a number of questions and I'd like to know more detail sometime, but the dolls themselves also interest me. Besides the mechanics of the dolls construction, you also have considerable talent as a sculptress and a painter. Their eyes seemed to follow me as I moved through a room and it really did feel like your house was full of 'people'.

"You act like people don't mean much in your life and yet your doll's faces show a great deal of expression. You couldn't do that without being an observer of real people. You've also gone to a lot of trouble and expense to equip your dolls as real people. I took a good look at one decked out as a rock climber. His equipment, like climber shoes, wall hammer and even pitons to drive into the rock wall, are scaled replicas of actual equipment used by rock climbers."

"That's one of my signature features. All of Doc's Dolls are as realistically equipped as I can make them. You probably aren't surprised that most of my buyers are women and they make specific request about not only to the size of his body parts, but also the type of equipment he should have. One woman specified that her male doll should be equipped as a diver complete with a face mask and air supply. I can only hazard a guess as to where she was planning on sending him.

"I had a second motive for showing you the details of my doll making. Come on into the next room and I'll show you."



Art, Part Two Ch. 07



Art, part two. Ch. 07

Dr. Heidi shows Art how he can be one of her dolls.

The room Heidi led me into was in the front of the house and included an elevator to the garage level. Where the first room is a table top workshop, here the equipment is larger and floor mounted. There's even a small jib hoist above the work table. Heidi said, "I've had some inquiries about making larger dolls, your size or slightly larger. I have a lot of work to do on developing a lightweight skeletal structure and joints otherwise the dolls will be too heavy to pick up. Maybe you and I can spend some time going over my plans; I'd like your input.

"So far I've used a light weight foam core to build up my molding wax on and then I sculpt the body shape. I've developed my technique to the point where I believe I can make a body cast of you that Lisa and I can use as a reference point when we start to make changes. We're going to take x-rays of your skeletal structure and image scans of soft tissue, but we also wanted to have a referenced base line of your body as it is now. I wanted you comfortable with my knowledge of casting techniques so you'd be relaxed. How about it, are you willing to let me make a body cast?"

"I can't say I'm all enthused about it, but if the two of you think it's necessary, let's get it done."

"Thanks Jonesy, I'll talk you through it so you know what I'm doing every minute. Take off your clothes and if you have to use the toilet, I'd advise that now. I can make some accommodation, but the process takes a while and you'll be all plugged up."

When I was flat on my back on her worktable, Heidi picked up a hypodermic syringe and said, "I'm going to give you a shot of a mild muscle relaxer. We use this when it's necessary to take full body scans and any serious movement will result in starting over. I'm attaching sensors to your body so I'll be measuring your vital signs all the time. You'll be able to hear me through the wireless hearing aids in your ears, but you won't be able to speak so that's why the sensors are needed."

It was comfortable laying there on the table and Heidi was running her hands all over my body, front and back. "I'm rubbing in a release agent so the mold material won't stick to your body. It shouldn't anyway, but just in case. When she started to rub my penis, it popped up quick at attention. She said, "My oh my, you have a built in sensor I can also keep checking as well." When she put in the ear plugs it sounded like her voice was inside my head. "Alright Jonesy, don't be frightened if you can't open your eyes and speak, I'll be right here. I'm going to push a plug into your rectum now that's open to the air. It will keep out the mold material and prevent any build up of gasses that would discomfort you. I'll also put a catheter in your penis, so don't worry if you feel you have to urinate."

I could hear her voice in my head, but it was still frightening lying there literally unable to move a muscle. I could feel her hands on my body and I knew when she made her insertions or rolled me over. "Jonesy, I'm putting a plug in your nose and I want you to concentrate on breathing in and out. You're muscles are all relaxed, but you should be able to take shallow breaths. Right now your oxygen level is fine so you're doing good. Lisa sent over a portable ventilator and I've hooked it up to help you breathe just in case."

All of a sudden it felt like I was floating in the air. "I've got you on a small hoist so I can manipulate your body. I'm lowering you into the shell now. You'll soon feel your body make contact at different points with what probably feels like balls of dough. Those are standoffs between your body and the shell. I'll adjust your body so it's as horizontal as I can make it. I'm going to heat the shell and you'll probably feel quite warm, but not too uncomfortable. When I pour in the polyresin mix it will take a good 45 minutes to set up. I want it to stay fluid as long as possible and fill every nook and cranny of your back half. The standoffs are already getting hard and they'll become part of the mold shell. The polyresin shell will have the consistency of a heavy rubber when it sets up and I'll be able to pop out body parts like your testicles."

I couldn't help thinking, "What the hell have I gotten myself into. It feels like I'm being cooked or at least laying in a steam room on high."

"Jonesy, now all we have to do is wait. I spend a lot of time talking to my dolls, but now there's a real life person to talk to. Your sensors say you're doing just fine, but then they don't measure discomfort. Let's see what your onboard sensor is saying. Look at that! When I take your penis in my hand it responds just like my dolls. If this makes you happy it's the least I could do and right on schedule there's what looks like precum. Yep, that's just what it is. Now there's no reason I should let that lollypop stand there without being sucked."

When her mouth closed over my penis I wanted to respond, but my body refused. I was surprised the internals were working so well, but I suppose the heat helped the blood flow and Heidi was doing a bang up job without me moving. When I finally did explode in her mouth, it was with surge after surge. Man this sure beats a hot tub all to hell. Heidi milked it to the last drop, even maybe milking and sucking out a few drops that might have stayed in the tube.

"Oh Jonesy, my dolls can't do that. I need to adjust my thinking for the future. You didn't say anything, but you probably thought my building dolls was nuts. I actually went to a female shrink years ago. It was after college and I was living on my own and my shrink said I was dissatisfied with the men I met and was searching for a way to build my own man. She said, 'Heidi, this isn't healthy. You could lose touch with reality.' She used hypnotism to take me back through my childhood looking for the cause of my obsession.

"My parents were both college professors and pushed me academically. That wasn't a problem for me, particularly in science and math because I enjoyed those subjects, but it separated me from the rest of the class. My nickname was, 'The brain'. I spent most of the time with the boys doing science and math and the girls resented it. I never tried to attract the boys, but they seemed to be attracted to me. My shrink says I give off some sort of an animal magnetism. I've had enough studies of human behavior, so I understand what she was saying, but it's nothing I do actively. Throughout my life, it seems I attract men that only have one interest, and most women resent me because their men notice me. During college I decided if I might as well live up to my unearned reputation. I found out I truly enjoyed sex and started being blunt with men I found attractive to save time. By being blunt I cut out a lot of unproductive time. I never actively pursued a woman, but I've found release with a number who have invited me to their bed. With Lisa it was kind of a mutual response. I think we're both more or less heterosexual, and our medical backgrounds allowed us to pretty well to talk openly about our sexual frustrations. We get together routinely to exorcise our common demons without fear of STD's that would come from casual liaisons.

"Over the years I continued to search for an intellectual, who was also a stud in the bedroom. They're rare, but not mutually exclusive. I once found such a man. It was just after receiving my advanced degree in physiology and I was a non-tenured Associate Professor in a university's biology department. The university's star was a famous evolutionary biologist. He had a brilliant mind and he pursued me with a passion. He kept trying to explain his motives as an evolutionary pursuit, but what he wanted was a good fuck. He was married and when our affair became public, I was summarily dismissed. That episode took my career off track and when John rescued me I was wallowing in bitterness.

"From the looks of your vitals you've been asleep as I bared my soul. I've been pouring out my heart to dolls for a long times, just the possibility that another human might listen helped. It's just as well that you've dropped off. This next part would be scary if you were awake. I'm going to put the top half of the shell on top of you and make a cast of your front. There's no way for the liquid resin mix to enter any body orifice, but you'll still be covered completely."

I thought, "There's just one problem, Heidi, I heard every word. In a way just her voice was calming, but lying here unable to move a muscle is frightening. I want to yell or shout or anything just to let someone know I'm buried alive. I can still hear her voice, but the sound of my own 'thoughts' are drowning her out."

I must have been asleep because now I hear her voice clearly. "Jonesy, the worst is over. I've removed your ventilator and stripped off the mold halves. Fortunately the material is elastic enough to stretch it in places. I don't know who you were dreaming about, but it was obvious you had an erection when the mold set up, but then you lost it just in time to pull the mold off. Now I'll be able to make a replica of your body for a baseline model. Your muscles are all knotted up; I'll give you a body massage to loosen them up. One of the skills I learned in my misspent youth."

It felt so good to have her hands run over my body, kneading my muscles. I still couldn't open my eyes or speak, but it did seem I was more alert so the drug must be wearing off. Heidi said, "Lisa told me the muscle relaxer would be wearing off about now, but if I had to remake the body mold I could administer another dose now and start over. I don't need to remake the body mold, but I'm going to give you another shot because I'm not done. I want to make a Jonesy doll and I'm going to do it."

I don't know how long I drifted in and out of consciousness, but there was always Heidi's voice present and then it stopped. I think when her voice stopped I started to wake up. Throughout it seemed that my body was being probed and bent in all sort of positions, but I'm not certain any of it was real. I wanted to wake up, but then I must have drifted off again. There are no sounds and the room is completely dark. I know my eyes are open, but it's pitch black. I can feel I'm lying on some kind of a padded surface. I sat up and immediately had to catch myself from toppling over. Whatever Heidi gave me must still be affecting me. After a few moments the dizziness passed and I started to investigate where I am. The pad I'm sitting on seems to an inch or so thick lying right on the floor. I was about to stand up when suddenly I hear Heidi, "It's about time you woke up; I was beginning to worry about you."

"Where am I? What's happening?"

"All in good time my little friend. I still have monitors attached to you and I want you fully awake before we review your status."

"Heidi, stop with the BS. If I wasn't fully awake before I am now. How about turning on some light?"

"I will in just a minute. How much do you remember about last night?"

"I was dreaming some of it, but I remember you were making the front half of my body mold and then you said you were going to give me another shot. What was that for? Oh yeah, you said you wanted to make a Jonesy doll. What was that about and what do you mean by my 'status', and what the hell is this thing on my head? I know it has something with the way I'm hearing your voice. From what I can tell it's feels like a scuba diving hood. I tried to take it off, but it's stuck on somehow."

"Alright, you sound awake enough to tell you what's going on. I've been working on that communication device for awhile and it's intended to be a simple method for two scuba divers to communicate. It can transmit and receive voice within a hundred feet or more, maybe more underwater. You're hearing my voice through your skull and not your ears. The principle is a poor man's version of the implants to help the hearing impaired. The hood is tight enough keeps the contacts in place. How does it sound?"

"You sound like you're inside my head. I have to tell you it's weird. Right now it's almost like I'm having a conversation with myself. How are you picking up my voice and why don't you turn on a light so I can see what's going on? You're keeping me in the dark for some reason."

"There's a throat mic in the strap under your chin. There's some distortion in your voice, but I hear you clearly. Maybe someday you and I can work together and perfect this device for the market. Right now I am keeping you in the dark on purpose. The body cast we made last night is fine for what Lisa and I plan, but it wouldn't do if I wanted to make a Jonesy doll with articulated joints. I started and then I realized I already had a Jonesy doll and a live one at that. I talked to Lisa and we decided we had a machine to make changes in your body, but what changes did we want. Then it hit us that we were excluding you and neither one of us wanted to do anything without your cooperation. Of course, you do realize that if we decide democratically, it's two votes against one."

"That's big of the two of you to consider what I want, but where am I and what about the lights out?"

"Lisa cautioned that just because you seem to adapt readily to your size change without any physiological damage didn't mean we could make changes without considering how well you'd adapt."

"Now you're scaring the hell out of me again. What kind of changes were the two of you thinking about?"

"That's why were keeping you isolated in a dark room to disconnect you from any size reference. All of us need some reference for size. What size do you think you are now? If I tell you that you're only ten or twenty inches high, you can argue with me, but you don't know for certain. I didn't show you my special doll I call 'Studly'. I designed him purely for personal gratification and he works pretty well, but you could be my new 'Studly'. I don't know exactly what Lisa wants, but we'll ask her when she gets here."

"Wait a minute, what about John and Suzanne Joyce? They'll ask questions and I know Suzanne won't be put off easily."

"John will accept almost anything I tell him, he really didn't want you here in the first place. What's Joyce going to do? Art Jones doesn't exist anymore; she's covered up what happened to him. She'd have to explain everything to make a formal complaint. Only John, Lisa and I know of your presence in our laboratory and if we keep quiet, it would be our word against any accusation by Joyce. No, my little friend, you are entirely in our hands and we're willing to let you have a voice in your future. Well at least a 'small' voice."

Her laughter filled my skull as I tried to process what she'd just said.



Art, Part Two Ch. 08



Chapter 08

Dr. Heidi gives Art a trial run on his new role.

"Heidi, how about some water, I have a strange taste in my mouth and for some reason I'm really hungry."

"Maybe you have a strange taste in your mouth because your mouth was in a strange place; we'll talk about that later. I'm not surprised you're hungry either; you had quite a workout last night. If you move carefully to your right you'll find a table with food and water. Oops, I gave too much away there didn't I? You tried to cover it up, but I saw your quick look to see where the camera was. I'll learn not to underestimate you, Jonesy. When I said the food was to your right, how did I know which way you were facing? Obviously I can see you on camera, one with a night vision lens. I wanted to make certain you're not in distress and I need to judge your response to our suggestions. Lisa will be here shortly and she can join our discussion about your future."

"What discussion? So far you haven't asked me how I felt about the situation."

"No, we really do want to consider your wishes if we can. Lisa and I have decided that returning you to your normal size has enormous risks. In our laboratory, most of the specimens we tried to restore after shrinking them have not survived. Apparently, the body can be expanded from a normal size, but once compressed, there are other factors. We'll continue to experiment, but that's where we are today.

"Lisa and I have decided that if you can't be returned to your normal size, Suzanne Joyce will probably take care of you because she feels sorry for you and she also carries a large dose of guilt. But, do you really want that or would you rather be with Lisa and me if we can agree on the final Jonesy? At least you'd have companions who don't feel sorry for you.

"Now Lisa and I have different needs, but we have a relationship and we think you could be part of it. What I want to know, are you open to the idea?"

"You're telling me I may never be my normal size again so get used to it, and you're offering what? Look, I hardly know the two of you and neither of you know much about me, but we're going to be a threesome? Lady I think you just blew a head gasket."

"Jones, you don't know me so I'll give it a pass this time, but don't you ever make any cracks ever about my sanity. That's a personal sore point with me. What I was asking, are you open to the possibility of a relationship with Lisa and me? Could you see a future without Suzanne?"

"I've already told you a future for me with Suzanne is a chancy thing, but what do you mean by 'the final Jonesy'?"

"You're a thirty five year old man that's less than forty inches high, even Lisa is at least six inches taller than you are. She and I have come to believe that your experience changed you somehow. Lisa was laughing when she said, 'It's like his male ego got squeezed into a little box where it doesn't get bruised very easily.' She may be right, most of the males I've tried to form a relationship run away when I insist on leading. You seem to be saying OK you lead, but when I turn around you probably wouldn't be following me and may even be going the other way."

"Heidi, I'm in the here and now, give me specifics. I'm sitting naked on a pad of some sort in a pitch black room, talking through a crazy glued on head piece to a woman I hardly know. So what happens now?"

"Alright Jonesy, Lisa and I will try to explain to you what your future might be like, but for now you're not going to have a choice. I for one don't want you leaving, because you could be a super special doll in my collection. You'd be one I could talk to and discuss different ideas. Maybe collaborate on some technical development ideas I have. For a while I was tempted last night to take you to the laboratory and reduce you to maybe ten or twenty inches high. That way I could find a way to keep you with me all the time and we'd never be apart. We could share our most innermost secrets because you'd always be mine. Then I thought that that could be fatal for you, so for the time being I'll keep you the size you are. When I asked you before about your size, I just wanted you to think how it might be if you were that height."

I thought, "Wow, this woman may be crazy, but I'm totally in her hands and I don't want to piss her off." 

"Heidi, I didn't know how to respond before when you asked me how tall I thought I was. I'm still trying to get used to being this size. If I was less than twenty inches tall, my hands would be too small to work with you on special projects. I'm good with my hands and that's part of my thinking process."

"That's a good point, Jonesy. I like to work with my hands as well so I can appreciate that. My other reason for making you much smaller is to keep you with me. I hate to keep you under lock and key and if you were that small you'd be threatened even by small animals, so you wouldn't try to leave. You've proved resourceful in many ways, so I've no doubt given enough time at the size you are, you'll figure a way to escape. But I really haven't had enough time to discuss our options with Lisa. I phoned her last night and we ran through some ideas, but I really want her interest considered too."

I'm thinking, "Both of these women may be candidates for the loony bin. I was hoping Lisa would be able to talk Heidi out of her really far out ideas, but now I could be in deep trouble with the two of them. How can I get an SOS to Suzanne?"

"I tell you what, it will be a while before Lisa gets here. Why don't you show me how you can pleasure me just as you are; maybe I'll rethink my idea of shrinking you. I used your body last night and enjoyed it, but you were out of it for the most part. Toward the end you began to wake up, and I have to admit, you were licking like a pro. That strange taste in your mouth is no doubt me."

The door opened and light flooded the room I was in. When Heidi appeared in the doorway, her shadow looked ten feet tall and for a moment, I thought I really was shrunk. "Come on little man, let's see what you can do." With that she swept me up and carried me from the room sitting on her arm. If she was trying to impress me with her strength, it worked. Actually I don't think she gave a thought to my reaction, which probably should also scare the hell out of me. Still, for some reason I can't explain, I don't sense she means me any harm. She is a dominant female species and if she chooses me for a sexual partner, it's her choice and she doesn't have to prove a thing. I have to admit that the prospect is extremely arousing and I was hard long before she reached her bed, where she dumped me unceremoniously.

"Damn Heidi, your bed is harder than some wrestling mats I've been on."

"You'll soon find out why I like it that way. I don't like soft squishy beds when I'm trying to get close to somebody and we're going to get close." Without a bit of self consciousness, she took off her clothes while I watched. She's undressing as she probably always does and my presence doesn't change anything. I admit it's a bit of a turnoff to be so discounted, but then she knows she has my full attention. This is a woman who's very comfortable in her own skin and her body is even more striking than I had imagined with her clothes on. Her long sinewy muscles look like they were sculpted, but without the sharp detail of a body builder. The thick blonde thatch between her legs is both natural and inviting. I can also see fine light hairs on her arms and legs and when she raised her arms, she confirmed that her body has probably never seen a razor. Everything about Heidi, including her graceful body movements, reinforced the animal magnetism she gives off.

She knelt on the bed and pushed me over backwards. Her face was framed by her close trimmed blonde hair, and she had me fixed in a blue eyed stare. I was reminded of the look on her face the first night I met her when she seemed to be licking her chops. Obviously the bright lights are going to stay on and I have the feeling that this sexual encounter will have little romanticism. She said, "Just remember, Jonesy, I'll lead, so you pay attention and contribute whenever you can." She lay down beside me, wrapped her arms around me and rolled over on her back with me on her stomach. When she spread her legs slightly, I found of myself straddling one of her legs with one of my knees in her crotch.

I brought my knee up against her vulva and she closed her legs around it. "Ah Jonsey, you do have a solid little body. Remind me to check your body density. Right now with you lying on my stomach I'd guess you're much heavier than Lisa even though you're slightly smaller. On second thought, forget it for now; just keep doing what you're doing."

What I was doing was massaging her nipples and rubbing the area around her clit with my knee. Every so often she spread her legs slightly so I could rub more actively. She kept her hand on my thigh, encouraging each move and then she'd trap my leg between hers and squeeze hard. She put her hands on my shoulders and gradually pushed my body down her leg. When I couldn't reach her crotch with my knee, she put her other leg over and trapped my whole body between her legs. She used her arms and legs to move my body around always keeping me trapped between her legs. It was erotic and sensual, but frustrating. Every time I tried to become an active partner in what she was doing, she changed positions. 

I said, "Can't you find a position where I can help?"

"I'm sorry, Jonesy, I forgot for a minute that you were a living doll between my legs. Just lay there on the bed and I'll straddle you." She swung her leg over me and knelt facing my feet. When she sat back toward her heels and leaned forward, there right before my eyes is her beautiful rear end with its entrance to Nirvana between her legs. With her knees on either side of me I have a clear view of her vulva including its halo of curly yellow hair. 

"Jonesy, are you struck dumb? All I hear is a garbled voice that sounds like you're gasping for breath." Words escaped me so I started rubbing the inside of her thighs with my hands. She said, "Oh good, you're still alive."

I massaged the area over her clit with one hand while running the fingers of my other hand between her outer lips. From the way she moved her body I think we're on the same wavelength. When I spread her lips, there was her little nubbin already exposed and waiting for me. I carefully massaged and squeezed it until I swear I can feel vibrations signaling its pleasure with my attention. With her lips spread I had a clear view of the opening to her vagina. It was fascinating to actually see the movement of the opening and the folds of her lips as I ran my fingers inside. I realized for the first time that making love in the dark had its drawbacks. I have felt contractions before, but now I think I can see when she squeezes with her pelvic muscles.

I could hear her in my head saying, "Oh yes, yes, oh god yes". I felt her hand on my wrist pushing my hand deeper in her vagina. I kept receiving instructions from Heidi. "There, rub there, back, back, that's it! Rub harder, oh god, faster!" Her hand kept moving my wrist in and out sometimes slower sometimes faster. I began to feel the rhythm she wanted and I could anticipate what she wanted me to do. Her voice would drop to almost a whisper and then there were times I wished I could block my ears her voice was so loud. When she pulled her body forward, I slightly withdrew my hand and when she thrust back I pushed my arm forward.

I lost all sense of time. I switched hands several times, but always one hand massaged her clit while the other hand was deep in her vagina. Her juices began to accumulate and started to run down both arms. I could lick some of it off to give me a taste, but when she squatted down, putting her vagina opening near my face, I could actually get more by licking my wrist. Several times she paused and I could feel her muscles in her vagina passage contract.

When I could feel her slowing down, I pulled my arm out and put both hands on top of her thighs and tugged down to tell her I wanted her vagina close to my face. She obliged and I spread her lips so I could suck on her clit. When I closed my teeth on it and nibbled I could feel her whole body shudder. "Oh Jonesy, Jonesy, yes, yes, keep it up." With her legs clamped on my head she kept forcing her clit against my mouth and my nose buried in her vulva I kept trying to keep focused, but it's getting harder to breathe. Suddenly I felt her release me. "Jonesy, I'm sorry I forgot you for a moment. It's a good thing you've got that throat mic so I could hear you. But we were making such beautiful music together I wanted to keep you there all of the time. Now there's a thought!"

Gradually I could breathe better, but her last words kept echoing in my mind. With Heidi, who knows what she's actually thinking. What she's doing is straddling my hips and putting my erection inside her well lubricated vagina. She said, "Let's see if I can repay you, Jonsey."

Now I can feel her pelvic muscles squeeze my penis as she rose up slightly and then thrust back down pinning me against the bed. I thrust up into her and tried to join her rhythmic moves. When I finally did explode inside her she slammed my body back against the bed and held it there where she alternately squeezed and relaxed her grip. When I started to lose my erection, she backed off and used her hand to bring me back for a repeat performance. Finally, despite her ministrations, nothing worked; she lay down beside me and pulled me up on her stomach with my face pressed against her breasts. She placed one of my knees between her legs and encouraged me to keep massaging her vulva.

In a low voice almost a whisper, she said, "Jonesy, you and I weren't always together this time, but we can keep working on it. That was most enjoyable. When I put you inside of me it was like you had a spring up your ass and kept thrusting up while I was pushing down. If I could build that feature into a doll your size I know a lot of my female doll customers would be thrilled. That's another thing you and I can work on. We can take pictures and try to match your movements. Oh Jonesy, that will be great." 

So now I'm thinking, "Fine, I'm going to be a model for a sex toy doll. I'm really making progress in finding a new life."



Art, Part Two Ch. 09



Art, part two. Ch. 09

Dr. Lisa and Art find a possible new beginning for him.

Suddenly Heidi said, "Well hello 'Lees', you're late."

Lisa from somewhere behind me said, "It doesn't look like I was missed. Heidi, you and I need to talk."

When I sat up the two women were looking at me, so I said, "OK, I'm out of here." What else was there for me to say? Then it dawned on me I was still naked, "Heidi, where are my clothes?"

"They're up in my workshop. Grab one of my large T-shirts in the top dresser drawer; that will do you for now."

"How about this thing on my head?"

"Come over here and I'll take it off." She tripped a release in the back and pulled the hood off."

I got a T-shirt out of her drawer, but it was still hard for me to march out of the room with much dignity. When I shut the bedroom door they still hadn't said anything to each other. In the den the leather couch didn't look that inviting, but Heidi said it opened up into a bed. I pulled the seat cushions off and there was a folded up bed with a handle to pull up on. When I lifted it popped up easy enough, but when I tried to pull it down to open the bed, it refused to budge. Finally I crawled up on the partially opened bed to add my full weight to the effort. I had visions of the old sight gag where somebody gets trapped in folding bed, but finally I got it down. The whole effort just reminded me of how much my life had changed and just doing simple things had become more difficult. 

I probably dozed a bit so I don't know how much time had passed before the room lights came on. I kept my eyes shut and my back was toward the door, so I had no idea who it was. I felt somebody else on the bed and then Lisa said, "Arthur, stop pretending you're sleeping. Sit up and talk to me." I rolled over and Lisa was sitting next to me leaning back against the couch.

"Lisa, I've had a long day and I'm still half asleep. Can't we wait until morning or better yet, why don't you slide down beside me and we'll see if we can get a conversation going."

"No, then I don't think it will be words we'll get going. Sit up, this is serious stuff."

When I was sitting beside her she said, "Look, we're the same size sitting here. It must be my long legs that make me taller when we're standing." She started to laugh and added, "I can't believe I'm actually saying that my long legs make me taller than anybody. Oh, I'm sorry Arthur. I didn't mean to make fun of your size."

"That's alright, I probably haven't given it thought for at least an hour or so."

"That's something we have to talk about, but first I wanted to explain about Heidi and me."

"You don't have to explain anything to me about the two of you."

"Will you just shut up and listen for a minute. I've known Heidi for several years. John and I were at a conference when he introduced us. She and I would get together every so often, but ever since the Joyce Company contract and Heidi joined us full time, we've been together quite a bit. We're even thinking about getting a place together and be open about our relationship. My parents will probably disown me and we don't know what John will do, so we've kept it pretty low key; although I don't think it's any big secret. Right now we're in sort of the decision making time and both of us aren't certain we're ready for a permanent arrangement excluding any other relationship. Then along comes a character by the name of Jones and puts another ingredient in the mix. Since the other night I'm actually thinking about becoming more socially active in a mixed group and I'm not so certain I want to exclude a heterosexual relationship in the future. At the same time I love Heidi. She and I have been there for each other and she was badly hurt in the past and I would never leave her. She told me she enjoyed the romp in the sack with you tonight, but she's also satisfied with her life as it is."

"Lisa, I have to tell you some of the things Heidi said make me wonder if she's not a little off kilter. Maybe her thinking isn't quite straight, a bit loony"

"Arthur, don't ever let Heidi hear you say that. Several years ago Heidi had a very bad personal experience that she didn't handle very well. She fell in love with a very prominent scientist, who also happened to be her boss. Heidi is very proud of her own scientific credentials, so in her eyes she thought she was connecting with him both physically and intellectually. When the scientist's wife found out about their affair, she demanded Heidi's dismissal. When the University they both worked for took action, Heidi thought her lover would stand with her, but he didn't. As a non-tenured Associate Professor, the black mark of being dismissed by a major university hurt her career dramatically. Seeing her lifetime dreams going down the drain, Heidi did some things she shouldn't have. As part of the University's agreement not to press charges, she was forced to seek psychiatric counseling."

"Since the full story never came out, there was a rumor that she was let go because she was mentally unstable. Ever since then she reacts violently when someone makes a crack about her mental condition. One night when we were out together, she was dancing with some guy and he called her a 'crazy broad' loud enough for everybody to hear. She's very strong and she beat him senseless and left him lying on the floor. We didn't stick around, but the word was he had some broken bones and was going to sue her. Then word started to get around that a woman beat him up and he just faded away. Now the men are scared to come near her and Heidi seems alright with that."

"Then don't you think I have reason to worry about where you and she are going with this plan to 'change Jonesy'?"

"Heidi would never hurt you. She really likes you and she wants you to stay around."

"Lisa, is it just me or do both of you do this thing about easing my fears about my future body changes by making statements that can be taken either as reassuring or frightening at the same time?"

"Arthur, I know Heidi has told you about the trouble we're having expanding a bone structure that's been compressed. We're working on it and until we resolve it we just can't take a chance with you. Your options for now are to either give up entirely any hope of returning to your previous size or stick with Heidi and I to see what we come up with. In the meantime you and I are going shopping to get you some men's clothing so you'll be a man no matter what size you are. I was embarrassed for you when that bitch Suzanne Joyce dressed in those little girl clothes."

I didn't want to respond to the "bitch" comment so I said, "You don't know, Lisa, maybe I get a charge out of dressing in little girl's clothes."

"Art Jones, you really piss me off. I was thinking that maybe you and I hit it off and I could introduce you to the world of the 'little people' and you'd be comfortable the size you are, but then you pop off with a comment like that. My medical background makes me wonder, how did the accidental shrinking affect your personality? What was the real Art Jones like? If you really want to be a woman, Heidi and I can shrink that dick of yours to the size of a clit. I could even remove those nasty balls and give you a little pocket to pee out of so you could be one of us."

I thought, "Holy shit, am I ever going to learn to keep my mouth shut? Now I have something else to worry about." I said, "I'm sorry, Lisa, making wisecracks at the wrong time is a bad habit of mine. I'd very much like to know more about the world of the 'little people'."

When I saw her eyes soften and a brief smile cross her face I thought I was forgiven so I leaned over and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. I know I meant it to be a chaste kiss, but then our lips lingered and I pulled her across my body so I could give her lips the attention they fully deserved. When I tasted Heidi in her mouth it didn't turn me off and instead excited me even more. Lisa seems to sense the change and gripped me tighter. I slid my hand between her legs and Lisa was still wet from her earlier lovemaking. Her response was to reach under my T-shirt and take hold of my penis, which was on alert from the taste of Heidi. Working with our free hands we got Lisa nightgown and my T-shirt up and off.

Lisa swung one leg across so she was sitting in my lap facing me with her knees on either side against the back of the couch. Her vagina was open and well lubricated and my erect penis slid in easily. Almost too easily, and then she met every thrust with one of her own. Our bodies locked together moving urgently, filling our need, and when we came it was together. When my penis softened she slid back on my thighs far enough to take may penis in both hands and worked to restore it. During this ministration I massaged her clit with one hand and with the other brought one of her nipples to my mouth to suck.

At one point I heard her say something about a leg cramp and I laid her back on the bed and knelt beside her massaging her leg muscles where she pointed. When she relaxed I flopped on my back stretching out to get the cramps out of my own muscles. Lisa sat up and leaned over and took my penis in her mouth. When she got up on her knees I pulled her onto my stomach with her crotch over my face. She accommodated me by spreading her legs so I could tongue her vulva. Eventually I got her outer lips apart enough to lick and suck her clit. My hands were in position to massage around and around the opening to her vagina. There were times when I was hugging her butt cheeks and she was squeezing her knees to keep us in closer and closer contact. It seemed like her juices were everywhere and the memory of the taste and smell of Lisa was imprinted on my memory block. 

We actually fell asleep that way. I woke up with Lisa's head on one of my thighs and her hand still holding my penis. I had my arms wrapped around her hips and my head between her thighs. Right in front of my nose was her little rose bud so I raised my head and rubbed that rosebud with my nose while licking between her anus and vulva, the only part of her I could reach with my tongue. I was rewarded with a squeeze on the penis and a lick on the tip. When we got untangled, Lisa grinned at me and said, "That was a pleasant way to wake up. I don't know about you, but I want a long soak in a warm tub and then a shower. Come on, join me."

We did just that. Washing each other all over and then rinsing off in the shower. Lisa wrapped a towel around her and went looking for my clothes. She came back with them and said, "Heidi is long gone, but she left a note. It says, 'I was going to wake the two of you, but you were both locked up so tight I was afraid one of you might break something if I startled you'. Sometimes it's hard to read Heidi."

I said, "Last night Heidi had me in some sort of a room without windows. She kept the lights off so I really couldn't tell where I was. Do you know where it is?"

"Sure, come on I'll show you." She opened a door at the head of the stairs into what looked like an off season closet. When she pushed the clothes aside it looked like a blank wall except when she pushed on one spot a small cover popped open exposing a keypad. Lisa deliberately or accidentally shielded my view when she punched in the code. A door opened that looked like it was made of heavy gage steel. Lisa said, "This is a 'Safe Room' the original owners had installed. Apparently they were afraid of a home invasion because he had ties to a large financial company. There's even a separate power supply for the lighting and ventilation, but I have no idea where it is. If she had you in here, you weren't going anywhere because it takes a code to open from the inside as well."

I thought, "OK, so Heidi has a room she can keep someone locked up until whenever. Now that's an uncomfortable piece of information to tuck away." There wasn't much to see in the room, but I suspected there were cleverly hidden panels to operate the lights and ventilation as well the inside keypad. I could see what looked like what might be ports with cameras or something so I had to wonder what the hell that had to do with a 'Safe Room'. There was a thick pad on the floor, which is what I must have been laying on last night. 

I was still trying to process this room and what it meant when Lisa said, "Let's get going. We'll stop for some breakfast on the way."

While we were eating, she kept chattering on about where we were going and what we were going to do today. As she talked I thought, "This is the woman that I'm looking to as a counter balance for whatever Heidi's about. I feel like I'm being taken for a ride to someplace I don't know where and anything can happen along the way. Besides that, I have no idea who the hell is driving. It's beginning to sink in that I may not have much of a say about any part of this journey.

"So what are my options? Forget about any hope of being restored to my original size and get off this ride to who knows where. Lisa is taking me someplace to buy clothes so I'll have to access some of my funds. With some cash I can get someplace and make arrangements to get back to the States. I may be short, but I'm still competent enough to take care of myself. OK, there are things I'm going to have to learn how to do at this size, so what? At least dressed as an adult with my hair growing out and the start of a beard I should be treated as an adult.

"I could call Suzanne and have her meet me someplace, but then what? I can't show up anywhere near the Joyce Company for fear of being recognized and subjected to questions at least by the police. In England I'm in trouble because Suzanne has my passport. I'm not sure how she listed me, but it certainly wasn't as an adult male. She'd have to pull some strings to get me back in the States. Shit, it just gets more complicated."

"Arthur, you aren't listening to what I'm saying!"

"Sorry Lisa, I was having a flashback. Everything has been happening so fast."

The first store we stopped at was called "Something Special" and just inside was a sign declaring they could fit any size, but Lisa said, "They specialize in men and women's clothing mostly for smaller people. I either buy mine here or they have it made for me."

Just then a bowling ball of a man came barreling down the aisle toward us. "Lisa, Lisa, it's good to see you again and it looks like you've brought a potential customer for us." He stuck out his hand to me and said, "I'm Sam Elliott, welcome to my humble establishment." Elliott was a few inches taller than me, but he was round as a bowling ball. Even his head was round, but the most striking thing about him was his broad smiling face. His arms seemed to be short for his body and stuck out almost sideways because there's no way they could hang straight down. 

As we were shaking hands I introduced myself and Lisa chimed in,"Sam, Art just arrived from the States and his luggage's been lost. Can you fix him up quickly? Here's a list of the things he'll need while he's staying with us. Just send me the bill."

I said, "Lisa, there's no need for you to do that. I can transfer funds to a nearby bank if I can get to a phone. Mr. Elliott, do you have phone I could use for an international call? I can pay for the phone call and the clothes as soon as funds are transferred."

Elliott aid, "Mr. Jones, Lisa and I have been doing business a long time. Let's just get your clothes picked out, the financial arrangements can be worked out later. Let me get you measurements." When he finished he said to me, "There'll be no problem fitting you, Mr. Jones, with your measurements, I have a good selection right here in the store. Let me bring some out that should do the trick and with a nip here and a tuck there we'll have whatever you select delivered this afternoon."

When we left the store later, I asked her, "Why wouldn't you let me pay for my clothes?"

"Arthur, the Joyce Corporation is already paying us a healthy fee for your expenses. There was just no need to bother transferring funds and what about questions that might be asked by someone watching for any activity from an Arthur Jones account?"

"I doubt if that would be the case. I could call Suzanne and she could make discreet arrangements and I wouldn't be dependent on you and Heidi."

"Are you really ready to call her knowing the problem we're up against in restoring your size? Besides, Heidi and I have no problem taking care of your needs."

So now the thought popped into my head, "That's the problem. Lisa has neatly closed the door on any chance I have to take off on my own without a passport. I have a hunch, that even here in the UK, money talks and I could make some arrangements. Maybe calling Suzanne is my only option if I'm not going ahead with the size change, but what if the opportunity to contact Suzanne is taken away. Heidi appears ready to move with or without my consent. At least I think she is, but then maybe I'm misreading her."



Art, Part Two Ch. 10



Art, part two. Ch. 10

Art has a frightening experience.

Our next stop was a hair salon where apparently they had both male and female customers. A majority of the customers and attendant's were little people. I don't see the connection between height and hair, but maybe it's just a matter of being more comfortable among their own. Lisa must have called ahead, because we're led immediately to an open chair. Lisa went into a discussion about what she wanted for me and I was left out until the barber, who said his name was Max, actually insisted in getting my input. Anyway, it was mutually decided to go with a small mustache and goatee, which Lisa admitted would look distinguished. Max was a kind of gregarious guy and we got into a pretty friendly discussion and let's face it, I'm curious about the little people world. He had a pair of short stilts attached to his feet that were actually clamped to his lower legs. I asked him, "I've seen men in the States installing drywall ceilings use those stilts. You're on your feet a lot, how comfortable are they?"

He said, "Well they do take a bit to get used to. The fit is important so they feel like an extension of your leg and you need a pair that supports the whole foot. When I first started I took some nasty falls, but I couldn't ask my normal sized customers to almost sit on the floor so I could walk around them. Years ago I had a permanent wooden step to stand on, but I damn well took some nasty falls off that thing too when I didn't watch what I was doing. If you're interested I'll give you the name of the supplier."

I could see Lisa watching us, but with the normal chatter I don't think she could hear what we were saying. Max said in a low voice, "If you don't mind me saying so, Yank, the bird you're with seems to be on the bossy side."

I said, "That's probably an understatement, Max. Are you married?"

"Indeed I am, for over twenty years now to the same woman. She's a bit taller than me like your lady friend, and she sometimes acts the same way."

"Then you know there are times you have to let it blow by and not fight the battle don't you."

"That my friend I know only too well."

We chatted on until he was finished. Before I got out of his chair I said, "Max, I'd appreciate the name of the stilt supplier and if you don't mind, I'd like another favor."

"Well, I'll see what I can do, Art. What's the favor?"

"I'm sort out of my element here in your country about where to find help for people my size. If I get in a bind, can I give you a call to find out where I might find some help? I can always ask Lisa over there, but I think I'd like to have a more independent source."

"The bird has you by the short hairs has she, give me a ring anytime. I'll give you the number here and at my home. Good luck to you, mate." Lisa paid for the haircut and as we were leaving Max handed me a note and said loud enough for anyone around us, "Here you are, Art, this is the number to call for information on these stilts. Come again."

In the car Lisa asked, "What were you and the barber talking about?"

"What's this, are you checking up on me?"

"No, of course not, it's just that I saw him looking at me several times."

"Hey, you're easy on the eyes; I like to look at you myself. Actually, I was trying to find out as much as I could about the world of little people from a man's perspective. He said his wife is taller than he is and sometimes he's too sensitive about his height and takes it out on her. He said their height difference is about like ours. The other thing I wanted to know about was his stilts so he gave me their number. For any work I might find, I'll need to be able to work at normal height. I need to know if I can handle being this size the rest of my life."

"I know Heidi talked to you about joining the two of us. What do you think of the idea?"

"Heidi talked to me about the 'final Jonesy' joining the two of you. She didn't elaborate on what she meant by the 'final Jonesy' or what 'joining' meant. When I hinted she had a screw loose, that's when she warned me to never make a comment like that again. So tell me, where in the hell would I fit in with you and Heidi?"

"To tell you the truth, Arthur, I don't really know. Heidi and I plan on making a life together and I guess we kind of feel responsible for you. What started out as a scientific study became more personal the more we got to know Art Jones."

"So what's that mean, I'm sort of like the family pet?"

"Will you knock off the sarcasm? Heidi and I took on the responsibility of trying to return you to your normal size and if we can't do that, we're concerned about what will happen to you. In a way you're more vulnerable than someone who was actually born that way. You seem to see yourself as you used to be so you may not recognize a potential danger for someone your size. So if you're a 'pet', stop trying to bite us."

"OK, I apologize for questioning your motives and I thank you for your concern for my well being. So tell me how this household the two are planning will work?"

"I told you that Heidi is really looking forward to working with you. She thinks the two of you can have your own company doing specialized equipment development. Maybe someday if we keep working on the machine to restore you, we'll have a breakthrough. She's also excited about developing a 'Jonesy doll' with 'extraordinary' features, which she promised to show me."

I let that opening alone for now and asked her, "And what about you?"

"That's a question mark for now. You apparently aren't turned off by Heidi and my love making, and Heidi is more than willing to share it with you. I'm alright with that myself, but I think I'd like more than that down the road someplace. I don't know if you and I will ever reach a point where we could have more than good sex."

"Quit the daydreaming, Lisa. Yeah, Heidi and I could be buddies because we have some of the same interests, but you and I come from different worlds and I doubt we have anything in common. It's not just that you're a medical professional, you're also a British blueblood, and I'm an American from the wrong side of the railroad tracks even in America. You've probably read Dickens and Chaucer and more than likely know all about William Shakespeare, while I read mostly murder mysteries, the sport page and comics. I can just see you now introducing me to someone; 'Lord and Lady Frumpington, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Arthur Jones. He's a..., He's a..., He's a really good fuck'."

Lisa laughed so hard she almost started to choke. I said, "What do you know? I finally said something that even made a serious lady like the straight laced Lisa Barrington laugh out loud. And now the big question. What did Heidi mean by the 'Final Jonesy'."

"I guess I might as well tell you about it. We think we can increase the size of your penis without doing you any harm."

"What the hell are you talking about? You're out of your friggin' mind."

"That's why I'm telling you before we see Heidi so you can vent. You have to be aware that when you were reduced in size, your penis was as well. We know when you're having intercourse with us you're doing the best you can, but actually you do a better job with your fist. We just think you'd be more satisfied with a larger member. With the penis there isn't any bone structure, it's all soft tissue, so there's no reason not to expand it. Heidi says that when we expand your penis she can shield your body so we shouldn't run into the problem we've been having. In the meantime you'll have a more than adequate package even for the size you are now. Why would you object to that?"

"Well only if it backfires and I end up with a dick the size of a midget pickle and then it may be too late. You comment about making it the size of a clit is still stuck in my mind."

"Don't worry Arthur, Heidi and I have no intention of making you into a woman. She and I are women enough; we don't need you to be one. Anyway think about it and we'll go over the details together whenever you're ready. Just think, you could have enough of a dick even for that big broad, Suzanne."

I can't help thinking, "Keep your mouth shut, Jones, and remember what happened last time you reacted to a negative about Suzanne. What's with Lisa's hatred of Suzanne, she doesn't even know her that well. I wonder why Suzanne hasn't called me and asked how things are going. I hate to call her. It would be hard to make it sound like everything is OK if I had to call. I don't want to admit it even to myself, but part of me finds what Heidi and Lisa are planning exciting. But when it comes to the risk in expanding my penis, damn, that may be more fearful than the possibility of dying." 

Lisa said, "I told Heidi we'd stop and pick up some Chinese food and she'll join us for dinner. The three of us can discuss your future some more."

"Look, I appreciate that you and Heidi are concerned about my future, but I think I'd like to consider what my options would be to make it on my own. Ultimately I'll have to do that anyway. I have to admit the thought of enlarging my penis isn't totally new. If I'm honest with you, I've always suffered from a bit of 'penis envy' so I'm not rejecting your suggestion, but I'd like to think about it. It's funny talking about with you who admitted to being afraid your vagina was too small"

"I know, Arthur, but I guess the biggest problem was in my head. You've proved to me that I'm much larger than I thought and sex isn't painful. When Heidi first suggested it, I was doubtful but last night pretty well convinced me and I think maybe you should at least be a bit thicker."

"Boy, that's a downer if there ever was one. It's hard enough for me at my height to appear manly in my own mind without be told my dick is way too small."

"Heidi and I weren't trying to put you down; we both enjoy having sex with you. It's just that we think we have the machine and the knowledge to make it better."

When we got to Lisa's home she said she had some correspondence to take care of before we ate. Heidi was still working in the laboratory and would be awhile, so I went out for a walk. I had much to think about and Suzanne kept coming into my thoughts. I really miss her. On a whim went into a public phone booth and tried to make a collect call to her, but there was no one home to accept my call. I was so lost in my thoughts as I walked I was really some distance away and it took me almost an hour to walk back.

When I walked in the two women were deep in conversation. Heidi said, "Speak of the devil and up he pops. Where have you been Jonesy?"

"I took a long walk trying to sort things out. Sorry, I lost track of time."

Lisa said, "We waited for you to eat, but it'll only take but a minute to re-warm the food.

During dinner they kept up the chatter, most of which I tuned out. Their voices are fading in and out, maybe I'm coming down with something or there's something wrong with this food. I tried to look closely at my plate of food to see if I could see anything. I put my face closer and closer to my plate until ..... my face is right in the food. Why'd I do that? I can't breathe. I'm going to drown in shrimp sub gum...... I can't breathe...help me...help.....

What a headache! God, I must have really tied one on. My mouth taste like it's full of shit. Where the hell am I? What happened? Oh yeah, the Chinese food. Boy that must have been bad stuff. I'll keep my eyes shut and try to back to sleep. I said, "Turn that fucking light out. Let me sleep."

"Jonesy, you're awake. I'm glad you're still with us."

"Go away, Heidi. Shit, you're back in my head again." I put my hand to my head. "You've put on that damn hood back on. What the hell is going on?"

"Well there was a bit of a problem last night. We thought we'd lost you. I'll darken your room, Just go ahead and rest for now."

I must have dropped off for awhile. At least my headache is a little better now. I slowly opened my eyes and nothing looks familiar. The lighting is subdued, but I can see this is pretty much a bare room. And damn, where she'd get this bed? It feels like I'm laying on a bare board with a sheet over it. Where's that lamp that Heidi turned off. What the hell, there's no lamp or light fixture that I can see. I wrapped a sheet around me and started looking for a door. The walls are some kind of a smooth plastic and after two laps of the room I can't find any door. I yelled, "Heidi, where's the friggin' door. Let me out of here."

Lisa said, "Calm down, Arthur, Heidi and I are both here, but I need you to calm down. Go sit on the bed and we'll tell you what happened."

"OK, so I'm still being watched on camera. Enough of this bullshit. Open the friggin' door; I'm out of here. You two can play games by yourselves."

"Arthur, please sit down. We don't blame you for being upset, but we need to explain. Please Arthur."

"Alright, alright, I'm sitting down; so explain."

Lisa said, "Heidi and I made a serious mistake last night. I want you to know that it was a joint decision. We decided that it would be safe to expand your penis and you'd be pleased with the result. She and I have to confess we also were thinking we'd be pleased as well. That said, we have to deal with what happened. I let Heidi tell you what we did."

Heidi said, "Based on our test to date I thought I could shield your body from the magnetic field. When I started to expand your penis, your whole body started to expand. You immediately began to experiences serious medical difficulty. We knew if we continued, you'd die. I immediately reversed and began to contract your body. I stopped the process when all of the expansion had been reversed, but your medical difficulties continued whenever we stopped. As long as we were contracting your body, you remained stable, but every time we stopped you started to go into cardiac arrest. Finally we got to a point where we couldn't contract your body any further. You went into cardiac arrest, but Lisa picked you up and began emergency treatment. She was able to restart your heart and save your life."

"I probably should be thanking Lisa for saving my life, but what the hell size am I."

Lisa said, "There's no simple way to break this to you Arthur and I'm worried about you after your close call last night."

"Lisa, I'll either have a heart attack or go crazy; tell me now."

The ceiling on the room opened up and a large hand came in and picked me up. HOLY SHIT, I'm sitting in the palm of Lisa hand and her other hand is wrapped completely around me. "Heidi, quick get something to wrap around Arthur, he's shaking like a leaf." 

"Give him to me. I know just the place to put him to warm him up. You and I can take turns keeping him warm."

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"



Art, Part Two Ch. 11



Art, part two. Ch. 11

Dr. Lisa and Dr. Heidi show Art how he fits in their plans.

Did I scream out loud or was that just a dream? I'm afraid to open my eyes and find out. Everything seemed so real. So where am I? Wherever it is the room is dark. Is this where the ceiling lifts off and a large hand reaches in for me. What the hell happened anyway?

Suddenly there's Lisa voice, "I think he's waking up. His breathing rate and other vitals show he's alert. Come on, Arthur, open your eyes. Good, now talk to me."

"What in the hell is going on?"

I opened my eyes and both women were staring at me with anxious looks on their faces. When I struggled to sit up, Heidi put her hands on my shoulders and forced me back down. She said, "Take it easy, Jonesy, you've been through a lot, try to relax." Seeing the size of her hands on my shoulders was big medicine by itself. It had all been a bad dream about being shrunk to a miniature size. 

I said, "The last time I think it was real, the three of us were eating dinner. Then I think I took a nose dive into a plate of Chinese. Something tells me there was something in the food. You two wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

Lisa said, "I'm the one who put the drug in your food. Heidi and I truly believed we could safely expand your penis and you'd be pleased."

Heidi chimed in, "Jonsey, we won't BS you, we were also thinking of pleasing ourselves, but we truly thought there was no danger to you. We even discussed reversing it if you violently disagreed with what we did. It didn't work out the way I planned. We had the rest of your body shielded, but apparently my shield wasn't good enough because your body began to expand and you experienced difficulties almost immediately. Lisa jumped on the table and gave you mouth to mouth resuscitation while I compressed your chest."

Lisa said, "It was touch and go for awhile, Arthur, but we learned that without some breakthrough, there's no way you're going to be able to return to your original size. One way to look at it is that you're not faced with a decision anymore and you can get on with your life at your present size."

I should be crushed, but somehow the lifting of the need to make a decision was almost a relief. I was lost in thought for awhile, but when I looked up both women were staring at me. "So tell me, did your plan work or not.

Lisa said, "We don't know. When we were convinced you were out of danger, Heidi and I have been trying to get a response out of your penis, but so far nothing."

"Oh, oh, Lisa, now I think you might have set Jonesy back even further. If I know him he'll start thinking, 'What's wrong with me?', and we'll have a case of a 'retarded dick' that will be even harder to start up. This calls for drastic action to jump start things. Lisa, pull your knickers off and sit on his chest. Use your fingers to get yourself wet and then rub your clit on his nose and your vagina on his mouth. He won't be able to resist tasting you with your smell right in his nose. In the meantime I'll try to light a fire under his balls."

Lisa sat on my chest with her knees pinning my arms. When she spread her lips and pushed her clit against my nose I couldn't resist putting my tongue in her vagina opening and licking. In the meantime, Heidi put her mouth over my penis and was doing her best to start something. I was really trying to help, but nothing. She put my legs over her shoulders and her hand under my butt cheeks. Her tongue was licking along the underside of my penis when I felt a couple of her fingers enter my anus and she started to massage my prostrate. I could feel the start of something and Heidi's making sounds like she's saying something, but I can't understand a word. But then who's listening with Lisa's juices filling my mouth and she's trying to alternately squeeze my head with her thighs and mash my face into her vulva. I can feel I'm going to explode any minute, but when I try to buck, Heidi has my lower half immobilized in an arm lock. She's taking her time controlling my buildup. Every time I try to reach a peak, she slows down or pauses her sucking. I finally realize somehow Heidi and Lisa are in sync and Heidi's waiting for Lisa's orgasm.

I'm trying to swallow Lisa's juices as fast as they build up and breathing is difficult. When Heidi starts to lick in earnest all three of us are in sync, but only Lisa has a voice. With her thighs pressed against my ears all I can hear is her urging us on as I explode in Heidi's mouth. She's taking her time drawing off every drop of semen while I tried to do the same with Lisa's juices. Lisa opened her thighs slightly and relieved the pressure on my face slightly, but she made no move to back off and kept rubbing her clit against whatever part of my face she could. Whoa, Heidi is trying to bring my erection to life again. I give her long odds, but she's earning "A" for effort. Lisa has her clit in my mouth and is urging me to suck on it. My thoughts are in tune with them, "There's no way I'm going to complain, but am I going to survive their attention?"

Just as I feel my penis has come back to life, Heidi is moving away. No, I can feel her kneeling behind my head. Suddenly Lisa's weight is gone; Heidi is lifting her off and Lisa is wrapping her legs around Heidi's waist. Heidi has a knee on either side of me and is walking forward on her knees still carrying Lisa. I thought, "What the hell is happening now?"

When I raise my head I can see Heidi's backside and between her legs there's Lisa's butt hanging down. Whoa, Heidi is holding her where Lisa can direct my erect penis into her vagina. Heidi said, "Don't worry baby, I've got you; we'll go slowly so it won't hurt."

I'm lying there watching my penis fuck somebody, but it's like I'm watching a porn scene and not really engaged. Wait, I can't believe that's 'my' penis? Oh, it's mine alright; I can feel Lisa's vagina passage grab a hold and squeeze. Gradually Lisa is lowered on my erection. It's like watching in slow motion, but God, it feels so good. Lisa's legs feet must now be on top of Heidi's thighs because I can see her feet sticking out on each side. With her legs up in the air, Lisa can't be raising herself up and down so Heidi must be must be working her body. Suddenly, Heidi sits back on my face and starts rubbing back and forth. I can't see anything and my hands are pinned under her knees so I can't really open her lips to get at her vagina. With my tongue I try to spread her lips with little success when like magic they open. There're some fingers in there helping me, but since they're not mine, I'm not going to worry about which woman is lending a helping hand. 

I can thrust up into Lisa so she's just sort of suspended there where I can buck her up and down. I know I'm not lifting her full weight as she rides me up and down so Heidi is moving with us too. There's a rhythm between Lisa and Heidi and I can feel it through Heidi's vulva against my face as she manipulates Lisa body to give her friend the maximum enjoyment.

I think the two women have their lips locked together. I can't hear any words, but the sounds and movement of their bodies make me believe there's a lot of heavy action between them. Makes me almost wish I could be two places at once. I'd like to think that it's my licking and sucking that's causing Heidi's juices, but I know that Lisa is helping as well. I can feel Lisa riding up and down on my shaft. God, the woman is tight; my penis is really being squeezed. When I finally explode inside of her, I'm part of a moving, squirming body mass that's grunting and heaving all together. When it's over we have to disentangle slowly so no one will get hurt. As it is I feel like I've been drawn through a knothole.

There's so much drying juice on my face it feels like a mask. Lisa's voice is right in my ear, "Arthur, I was worried about you. You've been through a great deal with your body tonight; we really shouldn't have put you through what we just did."

"Lisa, you'll hear no complaint from me. No one was twisting my arm."

"I know, but you had a rapid heartbeat and respiration problems earlier and we could have done you more harm. You're still breathing heavily."

"That's because it wasn't always easy to breathe where I was, but stop worrying, I'm fine."

She said, "Heidi, I want to check out Arthur's vitals, but he needs to calm down a bit first. He and I are going to clean up and then I want to check him out in my exam room. Why don't you join us."

"Go ahead; I'll strip the bed first."

Lisa and I took turns scrubbing each other in the shower. She really has a very fine body and I told her so. She actually blushed with the two of us standing there naked. She looked very vulnerable for a minute, but then her clinical serious side started to kick in. Before she reverted to form completely, I said, "OK, so what's the verdict on my expanded privates?"

By this time my penis was standing straight out. She started to laugh; "Now you're showing off. You proved tonight that your new and revamped dick works just fine. I have to tell you, Heidi and I spent a lot of time designing that thing. Heidi even made a plastic model so we knew it fit where we wanted it. If you ever get too tired some night, Heidi and I can always 'do plastic'."

Heidi joined us and Lisa and I teamed up to scrub that great body of hers. Lisa claimed the front and I was left with the rear view. Not that I'm complaining, but it was sort of a vision of where I fit with the two women in the future.

When we were all dressed, Lisa said she was scheduled at the hospital, but we could all stop someplace together. I volunteered to make breakfast mainly because I was hungry and Heidi hates any type fussing with food. I knew anything she prepared would be hard to get down even if I was starving. I figured Lisa wouldn't wait and she didn't. She gave both of us a kiss and took off with a brief wave. Actually, I wanted to talk to Heidi alone. 

I'm no great shakes in the kitchen myself, but I make a mean omelet and it's edible. Heidi quizzed me about how I felt and did I think there were any negative after effects. I said, "I don't think so. All the plumbing seems to be working, so it doesn't look like I'm in any worse shape than before your treatment. I think I'm an inch or two taller than Lisa and thanks to the two of you, I have a normal sized male 'package'."

"Normal sized my ass, that baby your carrying around in your pants is easy five centimeters in diameter and seventeen centimeters long when it's armed and ready. You forget that I modeled it and trust me, you can be proud of your endowment. We hadn't planned on increasing your height, when that happened you started having serious medical problems. At that point we shut the machine down."

I thought, "I don't hear any apology for drugging me and attempting to go ahead without my consent." I said, "Tell me about this plan where the three of us make a life together. What makes you think that will work? Heidi, I'm not blind, it's obvious you and Lisa care a great deal about each other, but except for the sex, I seem to be the odd one out. As much as I've enjoyed being with the two of you, I don't think it's enough to build a multiple relationship on."

"Come on, Jonesy, it will be a hoot. I know there're lots of things you and I can work on together and Lisa really cares about you. She was worried sick that you wouldn't recover. Besides you really don't have any choice. You're in this country illegally without a passport, but don't worry Lisa and I will take care of you."

"It sounds like I'm more of a kept pet than a housemate."

"You know, you can be a pain in the ass by being so negative. Lisa and I may have to work on a way to adjust your attitude." She was giving me that hard eyed stare she'd used before when I questioned her about the three of us living together.

I said, "Heidi, knock off the crazy eyed look, I'm on to you. You're no crazier than I am; you just use it to intimidate men so you don't have to physically bust their chops when they start hitting on you. What kind of a look do you give them to let them know they are welcome?"

At first I thought I had made a mistake by the expression on her face and then I saw some softening of the eyes and she burst out laughing. "Where did you get the smarts about women to see through me?"

"Heidi, I'm a long time observer of women. It might surprise you, but I actually listen to what they're saying. Your voice never fully matched the expression on your face and I grew up with physical violence so I'm familiar with body language as well."

"Well you're basically right, but I've had to prove a couple of times that I meant business. Now tell me why you don't think our plan of living together will work."

"I'm no expert, but I believe threesomes are always difficult, even with friendships. They take a lot of give and take and all three need to be comfortable in who they are inside and outside the friendship. You and Lisa have been together for some time and now, how would I fit in? I don't think I'd be satisfied as just a sex toy for very long, although it's been a hell of a kick so far. But after a while I'll probably start complaining and become a pain in the ass. If I manage to get close to either one of you, the other is going to feel left out and what are the odds I'll ever get close to you or Lisa. When you think about it, can you really see Dr. Lisa Barrington introducing Art Jones as her significant other to Lord and Lady Barrington? You and I have a better chance because we have mutual interests and we both have no one else to consider. Besides that we're both oddballs. I'm pretending I'm not a pint sized man who has physical problems taking care of himself, and you're pretending you're not a very desirable woman and you're a threat to every male who says the wrong thing. For my part, you have a fantastic body and I have to say, you really taste great, but I'm not one of your dolls. I also won't be satisfied unless I can be independent and join you two on an equal footing."

Heidi has a wide grin on her face, "So you like the taste of me do you? You're right up there yourself, Jonesy, but let's keep it serious for a minute. I'll admit, you're probably right; Lisa and aren't likely to break up so it's you that will have to fit in. Lisa and I agree we think we can make it work, but as far as you being independent; how is that going to work? You can't change the fact that you're in this country illegally without a passport, you'd get kicked out and might even do some time in the goal. Without a passport you can't even get back to the States unless you're arrested and sent back. Maybe you should just join us and see how it works out. Just think about it, but one thing is for certain. You and I are going back to my home tonight without Lisa so I can jump your bones. I want to give you something more to think about as you make your decision.

"In all fairness you should know that Suzanne Joyce has been calling Lisa almost every day asking to speak to you. I warned Lisa that Joyce was not the kind of person to be put off for long and I expect her to turn up on our doorstep any day now. Lisa is certain that you will decide to join us with a little more time."

"Thanks for telling me about Suzanne. Nothing has really changed between the two of us, but I wondered why she hadn't called. Lisa doesn't have a phone connected here or I might have been tempted to call her. I did try once on a public phone, but I didn't connect with anyone to accept my collect call. How about letting me use your cell phone?"

"Sure, the two of you will have to connect sooner or later. Here's the phone, I'll be in my laboratory office when you're finished."

Suzanne would be at work now so I called her direct. I used John Berger's name to get through her receptionist so when Suzanne came on she said, "Berger, what the hell is going on over there. I was told you were out of the country and I can't get a straight answer out of Lisa Barrington?"

I said, "Ms. Joyce, I have someone here who wishes to speak with you. Will you please call this number back?"

I heard a sharp intake of breath and the line went dead. I wasn't sure if her office phone line was private and Heidi's phone rang a few minutes later. As soon as I answered she said, "Arty is that really you?"

"In the flesh, Suzanne. Sorry about calling you at work, but I wanted to talk to you."

"Arty, I was going nuts worrying about you. I have a flight to London booked for tomorrow. I was going to wring Lisa Barrington's neck if she didn't tell me what's going on. Are you OK? What do you need me to do? Did you use Uncle Ben's machine?"

"Whoa Suzanne, I'm OK and there's no need to rush over here. We did use the Professor's invention with minor results so I'm pretty much the same Art Jones you brought here. The bad news is that returning me to my normal size doesn't appear to be an option. So I'm trying to come to grips with that."

"Oh, I'm so sorry for you, Arty. Never mind, it doesn't matter what size you are, I want you back with me. I'll get you an airline ticket and we'll come back together."

"Suzanne, I'm asking you not to come to England. I have no idea what the future holds, but I do know that I have to be alright with myself before I see you. That may never happen, but I promise I will keep in touch and let you know where I am. I want you to know that you'll always have a special place in my heart. Please don't come. Good bye, Suzanne." I closed the cell phone. It rang back immediately, but I sat there until it stopped ringing. I knew if I kept on talking my voice would break and I couldn't finish saying good bye. I truly hope Suzanne gets on with her life without worrying about me. Maybe someday if it's to be, it will be.



Art, Part Two Ch. 12



Art, part two. Ch. 12

Art gets an invite to the Manor House.

Suzanne tried to call again several times, but it's been quiet now for awhile so maybe she's given up.

I heard the front door slam and a moment later Lisa and Heidi came barging into the room. Lisa's face is all red. She's either pissed off or crying; probably both. "Damn it to hell, it's none of their business."

Heidi said, "You don't have a choice. John Berger is only following your father's orders. He needs this Barrington location for his business; that's just a simple fact."

I kept looking from one to the other waiting for an explanation. Heidi finally noticed me, "Lisa's parents are having a dinner party tonight and you and Lisa are to be there. Lord Barrington made the request direct to John with explicit instructions that you must be there even if Lisa refuses to go. Don't ask me what's up, I have no idea."

"What about you, Heidi?"

"The day I get an invite to the home of Lord and Lady Barrington will be a cold day in hell. It's already cost John some goodwill with the Barrington's to keep me working here."

Lisa seemed to have gained some control, "Alright, you're right, we really don't have a choice. Arthur, I'm sorry there was no way to avoid this. All of father's employees report the comings and goings here on the estate and my parents want to know all about you. It would be beneath father to quiz John on a business deal so he's using this so mother and he can find out for themselves. Come on, I'll pick out some suitable clothes for you. We don't have a lot of time."

The manor house is quite impressive. Lisa's cottage is modern, but I'd guess the manor house goes back a century or two. As we were walking in it was a little overwhelming for someone like me. I couldn't imagine growing up in a house like this. Lisa introduced me to her parents, "Mother and Father, I'd like you to meet Arthur Jones. He's the gentleman from America who's working with our group in the laboratory."

I stuck out my hand and said, "I'm glad to meet you Lord Barrington." The old coot looked at me like I was something he'd stepped on and smelled, but he shook my hand and mumbled something.

Lady Barrington was entirely different; she took my hand warmly and said, "Arthur, thank you for coming on such short notice. I hope you weren't inconvenienced in anyway. Do you mind if I call you Arthur?"

"Not at all, Lady Barrington."

"Oh pooh, please call me Mary. Lisa take you father to the bar so he can take off his great 'stone face' and relax a bit. Arthur, you come with me. I want you to tell me about yourself."

Mary Barrington was still an attractive woman even carrying more weight than she should on her frame. She guided me to a small couch somewhat off from the group and signaled to a maid serving the group. "Arthur, would you like something to drink?" When I asked for brandy over cracked ice, the maid looked at me like I'd uttered a foul word. Ice and brandy is so uncivilized over here. Mary never batted an eye and said, "Agnes, I'll have the same." I believe Lisa's mother is going out of her way to make me feel comfortable. We chatted about America until Agnes brought our drinks. I had barely taken a swallow when Mary said, "Arthur, are you in love with my daughter? If you aren't, why are you sleeping with her?"

Where did that come from? It's a good thing I had time to swallow or Lady Barrington might have been sprayed with brandy. "Lady Barrington, er Mary; no, I'm not in love with your daughter and whether or not I'm sleeping with Lisa is none of your business."

I could almost see her expression relax a bit. "Thank you for your honesty and I believe we now can speak openly. My husband and I are well aware of Lisa's proclivity towards females and her relationship with Dr. Wagner so your presence in her bed would only indicate one thing. I'm her mother and I know she's been fearful of having intercourse with a male for a long time. Your physical size then would make you a more acceptable partner. If that is your only role, I hope you were successful. If on the other hand you were looking for a more formal role in Lisa's life, my husband and I would strongly object. We don't expect our daughter to change, so it is our plan to find a suitable manageable male from a titled family to act as our daughter's consort and lend his family's name to ours."

I had to laugh, "The poor bastard. Heidi will eat him alive and make his life miserable. You and Lord Barrington have my word that there's no way I would interfere with your plans. My goal is to wrap up things here and return to the States as soon as possible."

"Arthur, I don't know anything about your background, but I suspect it's closer to mine. I was born a 'cockney' in London's East End. I was lucky and made it to the London stage, where I learned to drop my accent and behave like a lady. Someday maybe you can tell me all that went on between you and the two women."

"I can see you on the stage and it's easy to see where Lisa got her good looks. Maybe I can tell you all about my trip here someday."

She took one of my hands in both of hers and said, "Arthur, you're full of BS about me and the stage, but it was good to hear you say it, and I accept your word on Lisa. Come, there's somebody I want you to meet, a fellow American."

We started across the room toward a woman, who had just left a small group. I'd noticed her before; in fact she'd be hard to miss. She was one of those women that nobody can pin an age on. With her short silver grey hair and great boobs, along with the rest of her well shaped body, she's in a class by herself. She's probably over fifty, and I'd venture she spends a fair amount of time working out, probably with a trainer. She reminds me of someone I should know, but I'm drawing a blank. She's watching Mary and I cross the floor like she's waiting for us. When we walk up Mary says, "Jamie, here's someone I want you to meet." Then it hits me, she looks a great deal like Jamie Lee Curtis. She has full lips and a wide eyed expression that say's, 'I'm approachable, but look out'!

"Arthur Jones, I'd like you to meet my long time friend, Jamie Lewis. She and I knew each other way back when. Oh, never mind when. The two of you have one thing in common already; you're the only Americans here. Why don't the two of you introduce yourselves, I need to get back to my other guests."

"Ms. Lewis, did anyone ever tell you that you look like........., of course they have, except I do believe you're even more beautiful."

"Art, can the snow job, you're talking to a gal who's heard it all. So tell me, how did you end up among all these English bluebloods?"

"It's a long story, but I'm here primarily as a guest of Lisa Barrington."

"No offense, Art, but are you gay?"

"No offense taken, but last time I checked I only swung one way. Why the question though?"

"I'll tell you in just a minute. I watched you and Mary walk across the room and of course the difference in height is striking. You have to be the shortest man in the room and yet when you walk you appear to be unaware of that fact. Instead of picking your path carefully you walk naturally as if you accidentally bump into somebody, you'll both suffer equally. Alright, let me explain. I'm an agent for people in the entertainment field. Mary always invites me to these soirées because she knows I'm always looking for people who stand out for one reason or another and might have what's called a 'stage presence'. You my short friend, have a presence."

"Ah, let's see. The lady wants to know if I'm super sensitive to my height by calling me 'short' after asking me if I'm gay. Is this some sort of test?"

"No, of course not. They're announcing dinner, how about escorting me?" I offered her my arm and we joined the parade into a large banquet hall. There were servers helping people find their seats and wonder of wonder, Jamie and I were sitting next to each other at the far end of one side of the U-shaped table. We were as far away from our host as we could get while still being in the same dining hall.

"Jamie, I know that somehow I've offended the Lord of the Manor, but what did you do to get exiled with me?"

"Nothing I think except Mary's husband never has welcomed her old friends very warmly." We chatted during dinner pretty much between ourselves. She told me about her business and gave me her card to look her up if I was interested in pursuing an acting career. She told me she uses her company Gulfstream airplane to come over because she can usually justify it by transporting clients back and forth. She also informed me there were a half dozen that came over with her, but she was heading back by herself in the morning.

We were waiting for dessert when I felt Jamie's hand on my leg. She said, "I just had to check and see if you were built as solid as you looked, and you are." She ran her hand along the inside of my thigh and said, "I was just thinking, you could fly back with me tonight. We'd be the only passengers, but I'm certain we could find something to talk about and there are sleeping accommodations on the plane if we get tired."

"Mary Barrington really wants me out of the country that bad?"

She looked at me sharply and then face broke out in a grin, "Boy, I must have really been obvious. That's why I became an agent instead of an actress. What gave me away?"

"Jamie, you're a very attractive woman and I really wanted to believe you when you talked about 'stage presence', but I try to be honest with myself, so I couldn't buy that. Then there were all of those coincidences, we just happened to be seated together where we can talk, you're flying back alone tonight and the hint that I might really enjoy the ride.

"I'm assuming you really do know Mary and she convinced you to come by and convince me to go with you tonight. But then you're a hardnosed woman in a tough business so you probably asked her for a little something on the side to help offset your expenses. Would I be safe to assume that my passage is covered?"

"It is, and you mean I could have just given you a call and you'd have hopped on board and I wouldn't have to come here and see Mary's husband, old stone face Barrington?"

"I'm willing to go with you, but it's not quite that simple. You see I'm in England illegally without a passport. I dropped into England and now I've got to drop back out or a lot of people like the Barrington's and some good friends of mine are going to get a lot of negative publicity. Are you up for that?" 

"I think we could manage that as long as we set it up so my pilots can deny any knowledge. You'd be just a stowaway that we knew nothing about, but now it's not just a simple fare there'll be more cost like taking care of my pilots."

"I'm sorry, but I'm tapped out. I'll have access to funds when we get to the States so I can pay you for any extra costs."

Jamie grabbed my crotch and squeezed, "Oh, don't worry about it. I can think of a number of ways you can pay the additional costs on the way home. Is it a deal?"

"It's a deal. When are you scheduled to leave?"

"We'll be leaving at some ungodly hour in the middle of the night. The pilots set departure time to arrive in New York around eight in the morning. They'll drop me with my luggage to go through customs there, but the plane will go on to Messena, NY, on the Canadian border. That's my home base where I keep the airplane. It's an International Airport on the Canadian border and customs will check the plane there. My pilots will be as surprised as the customs agents if they find you hiding in the luggage compartment. They know me and my pilots there so I expect there will only be a light once over examination, but you're on your own if they find you."

She scribbled a number on a piece of paper and said, "Wait a bit and then call this number. One of my pilots will instruct you how to meet him and get on my airplane long before I get there. I suggest you get to the airport sometime before three AM. Will that be a problem?"

"I'll get there somehow, but how about a cash advance just in case I need to hire someone?"

Jamie's wearing a skin tight dress that shows every curve. She squirmed around in her seat with her hand under the table and all of a sudden she's pressing a couple of bills in my hand. I couldn't help saying, "I'm impressed that you could hide anything under that dress."

"If you make it to the airplane I'll show you where I hide my 'just in case' money. Now I'm going to make a fuss and leave you. Good luck."

All of a sudden she stood up almost knocking her chair over and said, "Why don't you just go fuck yourself, you little turd!" She marched off in a huff while I got up and made my way out. All conversation had stopped and people were staring at me. Most of the men probably thought I'd propositioned my attractive seatmate and were glad they didn't try it. 

Lisa met me just as I reached the door. "What was that all about?"

"I'm not sure. She must have taken something I said the wrong way. You know me and my dumb ass remarks."

"Wait, I'll go with you."

"Don't do that, you'll just upset you parents." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "Thanks for trying to help me fit in and I forgot to thank you for saving my life today."

"I'm the one who slipped you the drug in the first place so I should apologize. You're a nice guy, Arthur, and we need to sit down sometime soon and talk about what the future might or might not hold for you and me."

I thought, "Lisa baby, that's the kiss off if I ever heard one and I've heard a few. They always start with you're a 'nice guy'."

When I opened the door to Lisa's cottage, Heidi was sitting there. She said, "Jonesy, I really didn't expect you back so soon, but I took a chance and stuck around. You still up for a bit of poke and nibble at my house?"

"Heidi, I need a favor?"

She looked at me a long time and then said, "Somehow I think you're going to say good bye, but maybe not. Jonesy,we're friends and I've never met a man I was more comfortable with. Except for Lisa, most people think I'm out in left field someplace and as you said, I purposely give off those vibes, but you saw right through that image. Yeah, Jonesy, you have a favor coming. Now tell me what's going on."

"I have to go back to the States and start over being Art Jones or I'll never be happy anyplace. I also need to prove the world and myself that I can make it as a 'little person'. The Art Jones of the past is gone, so what's this new guy like?"

"In a way, I'm not surprised, but how are you going to make this happen?"

"Well the first step is getting back to the States and I have a chance to do that tonight. I need a ride to the airport, will you take me?"

"I don't even want to know how that's going to happen or I'll worry. Oh hell, I'll worry anyway, but I'll give you a lift to the airport. When do you have to be there?"

"I have to make a phone call first, but sometime between 2 and 3 AM."

"We have plenty of time then. My home is on the way to the airport so we can stop off and I can play a tune on that new dick that Lisa and I designed for you. You need to pack anything?"

"Nope, I'm going to change into something more suitable for travelling."

"Better grab an extra pair of undies because I'm liable to rip the one you're wearing getting them off. Remember, I lead."



Art, Part Two Ch. 13



Art, part two. Ch. 13

Art takes another step into his future.

"Jonesy, are you sure this is where you want me to leave you."

"Yep, my instructions were clear. I was told I'd be picked up here sometime in the next half hour. Heidi, you know I'm never going to forget you."

"Jonesy, you know we could be a couple, don't you. If the three of us lived together for any length of time, that probably would have happened."

"I know, but it would have hurt Lisa very much and neither you nor I want that, do we? Let's just leave it that we'll stay connected so if something happens, we'll know how to find each other. I know I'll carry the bruises of the last three hours for at least the rest of my life. You could have broken my new designer dick the way you abused it, as it is I think you sprained it."

"I'm going to build all those positions we tried into my new 'Jonesy Doll' so I can make some money based on our last three hours together."

She put her arms around me and picked me up. Instead of just dangling there I wrapped my legs around her waist. We held tight to each other and we kissed long and hard. Finally I said, "We keep this up on the street we're going to draw a crowd." 

"Who gives a rat's ass, Good bye Jonesy."

"Good bye, Heidi." She put me down, walked to her car and drove off without looking back.

A voice behind me said, "After that send off, you could probably fly back to the States without our airplane."

I turned around and there was a husky young man standing there with a grin on his face. "My name's Tim Arnold. Ms. Lewis said I'm to pick up some special baggage and you look like you could be it. We better get you onboard where you can get some rest. Jamie, Ms. Lewis, has her own version of airborne gymnastics and you'll need all the reserve you can call up." I hadn't noticed, but there was a small pedestrian gate in the airport fence that now stood open. Arnold locked the gate behind us and led the way down the line to a fine looking Gulfstream aircraft.

Inside the main cabin he opened a door in the rear that led to a small luggage compartment. He said, "I've got the bags lashed in place so they won't move around and there's a space between them for you to hide. When you crawl in, reach out and pull this loose bag in to block the opening. It has to look like you did it yourself in case you're discovered. I have to ask you to stay in there until we're airborne. Customs rarely check outgoing, but they do sometimes so best we're be prepared. I'll come get you when we're clear."

I had fallen asleep and the next thing I knew there were voices and a door slammed. The luggage compartment door opened and I heard Arnold say, "We're moving into takeoff position. Come on out and take a seat anywhere. When I was out of the compartment, Jamie was sitting in a seat with her head back. "Ms. Lewis came aboard awhile ago, she said to wake her when we're at cruising altitude." I sat down across the aisle from her and buckled up. 

After takeoff, when the afterburners kicked in Jamie opened her eyes. "Well hello there stowaway. I see you managed to get aboard."

"Thanks to your man, Tim Arnold, there wasn't a problem."

She flipped on the intercom, "Tim, when you can, will you come back and make up one of the double berths? It's been a long day and we'd like to turn in."

"I'll take care of it. Would you or your guest want anything from the galley?"

She looked at me and I nodded negatively. "No we're fine, Tim."

She looked at me, "Art, do you think you could open one of those bottles of champagne that are on ice in the galley."

"I can probably manage that." Jamie showed me where I could safely set the ice bucket with the champagne, and when I returned with glasses, Tim was coming out of the cockpit.

He said, "You really shouldn't be up and moving around until we turn off the seat belt sign."

"I'm sorry, Tim, my thirst got in the way of common sense."

Jamie chimed in, "Our guest is just being gallant, Tim, I asked him to get the champagne." The look I got from Arnold told me there's something going on between him and his boss lady. As Tim was leaving the cabin, Jamie said, "Tim, will you make sure I'm up when we're still an hour out of New York. Tell customs at the International Terminal that I expect to go through there with my personal baggage, but our plane will continue on to the International Terminal at Messena."

After he left, I said, "I'm sorry, Jamie, I couldn't find any champagne glasses. We'll have to rough it with water glasses."

"I'm ready to drink it right out of the bottle, but water glasses will do fine." When her glass was half full, she said, "Go ahead and fill it up, my buzz from earlier is starting to wear off and I want to enjoy the rest of the night without any inhibitions." I followed her directions, but took less myself. I'm still not sure how much I can handle at my size. I sat down across the aisle from her and she reached over to touch glasses, "May we fly high in more ways than one way tonight"! She took a healthy gulp from her glass and said, "Well what do you think of my Gulfstream 350?"

"What can I say, Jamie, it's very impressive." I noticed she was slurring her words. The glamorous Ms. Lewis must have partied hardy after I left."

She said, "I want to get out of this damn dress. I haven't taken a deep breath all night. Come give me a hand, will you?"

"With pleasure; you made a striking impression in that dress tonight, but it's the body in the dress that caught every ones eye."

"You're still full off BS, Jones, but it's not a bad body for an old broad, is it?"

"Jamie, I'm an old hand at admiring the female body and I have to tell you; whatever body you had when you were younger, you sure as hell haven't lost much."

"Well then get over here and let me show it to you." I ran her zipper down her back and she slipped her arms out and dropped it on the floor; her half slip soon followed. Standing there in her panties and bra, it was no BS; she still had a good looking body.

She pirouetted around and I unsnapped her bra. Facing me I know my voice reflected my true feelings, "Lady, those are magnificent breasts."

"They're not bad, are they?"

"Not bad! Jamie, I'm at a loss for words except to say they demand special handling."

I started to slip down her panties when she said, "Later, I want to see that body of yours first." I started to undress when she said, "I'll do it. Come over by the berth." When I was up against the edge of the berth, she took off my shirt and undershirt. "Just as I thought at the dinner table, you do have a solid little body. Art, it's like compressed." She was closer to the truth than she realized. She knelt down on the floor in front of me and unbuckled my belt. By the time she had my pants and shorts down, my penis was at full attention. Jamie said, "Damn, who would have believed someone your size carried such equipment."

By the time I had shed my shoes and dropped pants she was sitting on the floor of the airplane. She scooted forward on her butt pinning the back of my legs against the berth and trapping my one foot under her crotch. She wrapped both hands around my penis and began to lick the tip. The least I could do with my foot between her legs was to start rubbing the area over her clit. She grabbed my foot and put it where she wanted it while I continued rubbing. About two inches of my penis disappeared into her mouth. The lady is paying serious attention to my member, but the look on her face is almost comical. If she stares at it any harder she'll get cross eyed. She's concentrating so hard like this is something she must get right. I'm about to explode in her mouth and I put my hands on her shoulders, but she's not paying any attention. When I do explode, she starts to gag and I pulled out quickly. I'm afraid she might bite down involuntarily.

She pointed to the half filled glass of champagne and without thinking I handed it to her. She drained the glass and then started to really cough. There was sink nearby, so I filled her empty glass with water and grabbed a towel figuring she might throw up. I held the glass so she could only take small sips and gradually she seemed to get everything under control. Jamie started to get up and I tried to help her. So I'm slow on the take. It's obvious now that my benefactor is seriously bombed out of her mind. She climbed on the berth on her hands and knees and crawled up to where she could lay her head on a pillow. Her rear end was still sticking up in the air and she was saying something. I put my head down where I could hear her, "Put that big dick of yours through my backdoor. Not in the ass... not in the ass; we'll do that next. I want a triple with all holes plugged."

I did as I was told. For awhile there was some response and Jamie might have even had an orgasm, but then her reactions got less and less. Her voice, seemed to be urging me on even though I couldn't understand any words, got fainter and fainter. I finally realized that Ms. Lewis was either asleep or passed out. I sort of leaned one way making the two of us collapse sideways on the berth with our knees drawn up. My penis is still inside and I'm spooned up against her back. I had to think about continuing with her passed out, when the decision was made for me and I exploded inside her. My erection faded with me still inside her. I really don't want to deal with a female drunk and she'd be better off if she just kept sleeping. I stayed put where I was and fell asleep myself. 

I woke up with a raging woody and for a minute I couldn't figure where I was. Plastered up against Jamie's backside I can feel movement letting me know at least part of her realizes I'm there. The next move seems obvious and I was working up to it when the intercom came on, "Ms. Lewis, we're an hour out from LaGuardia airport." Jamie fumbled around on the headboard until she found a button which must have acknowledged that she heard.

Her hand reached back and grabbed my shoulder, "God, I hope that's you back there, Art. Whoever you are let's finish this in a hurry." And we did. This time I know she had an orgasm; I could feel it through her whole body. When I pulled out, she said, "What a wonderful way to wake up. Maybe I'll hire you permanently to do just that. I'm really sorry about last night, but I'm afraid I don't remember. The taste in my mouth and the soreness between my legs tells me I probably had a good time, but I'd like to be awake next time. Did I do anything real stupid?"

"No, except maybe chug-a-lug a glass of champagne."

"Shit, well I've done that before. Now I've got to hurry and dress."

I watched her clean up at the sink and get dressed in a warm up suit. I washed up while she sat on a bench seat and used a bulkhead mirror to put on makeup and combed her hair. I put on the clothes I'd worn aboard hoping I could get a shower someplace today. I wondered if there was a camera someplace in the cabin because Tim entered when it was all clear and I was buttoning my shirt. He said, "Anyone want coffee?" Both of us waved him away. I'd have loved a cup, but then I wasn't certain how available a toilet would be before Messena. Tim said to me, "We'll be touching down in about fifteen minutes. Custom agents probably won't come aboard when Ms. Lewis deplanes, but they just might so you best get out of sight. 

I stood up and said, "Jamie, I can't thank you enough for bailing me out of a tough spot. I gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek in front of Tim."

"Art, it's been exciting. Maybe we can do it again sometime under different conditions. Here's my card with my private number on the back. Give me a call and we'll take the Gulfstream down to one of the islands for two or three days."

Arnold led me back to the luggage compartment. I crawled into my hiding space and he warned, "Don't come out or make a sound until I come and get you in Messena." With that he left and forcibly shut the door. So Tim Arnold has issues with Jamie, who would have guessed? We really weren't on the ground long at LaGuardia. I heard voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I felt a slight pressure change when they opened and closed the door to let Jamie off and then we were taxing toward a position for takeoff. 

When we landed again maybe a half hour later I assumed it was Messena. After the engines shut down I heard Arnold and another voice that was probably the chief pilot talking in the main cabin. Obviously the chief pilot wanted complete deniability by never laying eyes on me. Suddenly there was another voice I didn't recognize. "Well what exotic place have you two been off to?

Arnold said, "We've been to London town to make our apologies to the King for the rude way you Yankee colonials treated his armies back in '76."

"I suppose you've got nothing to declare."

"Well nothing but the Englishman Ms. Lewis has hiding back there in the luggage."

"Holy shit, what the hell is Arnold doing. Is he that pissed off at me he'd turn me in?"

"I'm almost tempted to believe you except that Jamie Lewis would cut you out of this cushy job if you ever gave her away and she'd probably cut your balls off besides. Hey, you guys available this Saturday for some poker? If the two of you come we'll have enough for three tables at the club." I didn't hear anything, but the pilots must have agreed to the card game because the strange voice said, "Good, come about five and we'll fire up the grill. And you better get that Englishman out of the luggage compartment."

"Yeah, yeah, we'll do that when your backs are turned. See you Saturday." A little while later the luggage door opened and the blocking luggage was pulled aside.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me, Arnold."

Tim gave me a grin and said, "We always bullshit like that, if we didn't, they'd think something was wrong. Stay put until the plane is towed into the hangar and I come and get you. We park our cars in the hangar while we're gone so I'll get you out and into the back seat of my car. If you stay down we can drive out without any problem."

Now that it looks like I'm safe back in America, it's time to seriously think about what to do next. This is still near the Canadian border so I've got to be careful with no ID. The best place to head would be downstate to New York City where I can disappear. What was the name of that hotel I once stayed at? Oh yeah, the Argot. No one will question me there as long as I have cash. I'll pick up a disposable cell phone along the way and call my bank. The money left me by the Professor is there in a savings account. I'll have them transfer funds into my checking account and have them send me checks and a credit card by courier to the Argot. After that, if I check out and check into a midtown hotel under my own name, I can set up a base of operations to get my birth certificate and a current ID. The only problem is getting out of Messena.

When the plane started to move slowly I figured we were being towed to the hangar. I couldn't hear anything and now that the engines have been off for awhile, it's really getting hot in here. By the time Tim finally opened the luggage compartment, I was down to my skivvies to keep from soaking up my travelling clothes. I didn't want my fellow bus passengers to remember me as the short guy who stunk.

We cleared the Messina airport and Tim said, "Jamie asked me to take you anywhere you wanted to go and see you got there safely."

Call it a precaution on my part, but I wanted to sever contact with Tim Arnold as soon as possible. "Tim, what's the nearest town with a Greyhound Bus Depot?"

"That would be Potsdam, it's about eighteen miles from here, but I'm not flying out soon so I can take you wherever you want to go."

"That's thoughtful of you, Tim. I just have to make some calls first before I pick a final destination." 

When we pulled up to the bus depot in Potsdam, Arnold said, "I don't know who you are except Jamie called you Art. I don't really care, but I want you to know that if you hurt her in any way, I'll find you."

I looked at him for awhile thinking he was very serious and how could I relieve his mind. "I want you to know that I owe Jamie Lewis big time and I'd never do anything to hurt her." He kept giving me a hard stare so I added, "Take it from someone who knows from experience, that torch you're carrying will get pretty heavy after awhile?"

He wanted to keep his voice threatening, but I don't think it was really in him. I said, "Look Tim, Jamie may need a minder. I'm thinking she can get herself in trouble so I wish you good luck. After I shut the door to your car, as far as what's just happened, I've never heard the names Jamie Lewis and Tim Arnold." I opened the car door and turned to him, "Here's the card Jamie gave me with her private number, I don't need it." I got out and shut the door. 

As I entered the bus depot I couldn't help to wonder what would be the challenges in the remaking of Art Jones.

Epilogue

"Boss, I hate to interrupt you when you're no doubt dreaming about what great things we can do to grow our little company, but I need you to go over these papers with me."

"Cindy, why didn't you just sign my name like you always do?"

"I only sign them when I know that's what you want me to do, you know that." 

"Actually, I wasn't thinking deep thoughts. In fact, I was thinking about taking a nap so I was focusing on pleasant images like your most delicious body, Miss Cindy Brown."

"You probably don't want Sonny to know you're sitting here dreaming about my body. He might stop thinking you're Mr. Wonderful."

"Sonny knows I see you as a younger sister and you look to me as an older, if smaller, brother; but he thinks I'm Mr. Wonderful?"

"Of course he does. You pay me a fabulous salary to keep your company's books and you're so sweet you let me take time off anytime I ask, like this afternoon. Sonny's bringing in a load of logs to the sawmill and it's such a nice day we plan on a picnic." 

"Cindy, tell me why do they call a man the size of a Mack truck, Sonny?"

"He said when he was a little boy he was good size and the men started to call him Bubba. Sonny's mama told them, 'My boy ain't no Bubba, his name is Sonny'. If you'd of known his mama, you'd know why they all call him Sonny. He told me he's proud to use the name his mama gave him."

"Cindy, you and sonny are an amazing couple. With your peaches and cream complexion and your long auburn hair tied back in a ribbon, you look like a school girl. People get lost in those big brown eyes and miss the steel trap mind in back of them. And Sonny makes everybody think he's just a big old good natured country boy, but I happen to know he can calculate in his head the number of board feet in a load of logs and be within a few percentage points. Anytime the two of you decide what kind of a business you'd like to run, I'd like to invest some money in it."

"We're talking on it, but it won't be until we get on the plus side of our timber leases and the cost of Sonny's two trucks. Besides I like the work here and I'm learning more about contract law from Ms. Suzanne than I am from my night school business classes. I knew right away when she hired me two years ago that she was the one I wanted to learn from. Before I forget what I came in for, let's go though these papers."

"Fine, what do we have?"

"Here's the Phoenix contract with Mr. Mason's signature. I want you to check it over. We've been sending a draft back and forth since his partner sent it to their law firm to look over. I swear, they kept adding little weasels phrases in there and I had to scratch them out and send it back with our own words. Mr. Mason was so embarrassed, but he said his hands were tied. When they sent one back I thought we could live with I signed your name, so now we have a contract. I also raised our price."




Art, Part Two Ch. 13



"And Mason agreed?"

"Of course he did. I just told him, 'Mr. Mason, I'm so sorry, but I made a terrible mistake. Mr. Jones told me some time ago that your job was more complex and he'd have to raise the price, but I've been so busy I forgot to tell you. I'll tell Mr. Jones that it was all my fault and you signed the contract without noticing the change. I'm sure something can be worked out.' Mr. Mason told me, 'Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. I'll tell my partner that we've been such bastards with petty changes that we'll pay the higher price.' So see, there isn't any problem. We get more money and Mr. Mason feels good because he's paid for his company being such a pain."

"Little sister, you are one devious lady. What else is in that stack of papers?"

"There just some letters for you to look over, but I've also got the spreadsheet for the Johnson job."

"How does it look so far?"

"If we get final approval after Mike's test today, we're in good shape. Donny will run a weekly physical inventory tomorrow, but he keeps close tabs on all materials, so I don't expect any surprises. Our expenses are well within our estimates."

"That's great, I know Mike's worked hard directing that project. He called a while ago and said Johnson was pleased the way things were going so far. I'm assuming the "Donny" you mentioned is Don Aldrich, one of our assemblers."

"Well you told me I was a hazard going out in the shop because I distracted the men, so I asked Donny to take the inventory. He really does a good job." 

"Maybe we should give him a raise if he's working out so well."

"I already did, here's the voucher for you to sign."

"If that's it, how about you filing the paperwork on your way out?"

"Boss, our files are low to the ground for your convenience, but I have to bend over to file the papers. You just want to watch my backside when I bend over."

"True, but since you say I pay you pay you a fabulous salary, shouldn't I be able to look at your fabulous backside when you file?

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Dear readers, 

I hope you enjoyed reading about Art and his adventures. I certainly had fun getting him into and out of trouble. Future escapades have been running around in my head and I will be working on getting them down on paper.

I added the short Epilogue to assure everyone that Art survived his journey and he's starting to get his life together.