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Disclaimer: I do not own Captain Planet and the Planeteers, and The New Adventures of Captain Planet. This fan fiction is for fun and not for money or profit.

Linka’s Small Problem

Chapter 1

“Wheeler, you ass, how dare you do this to me!” Linka was waving her fists furiously out of the vest pocket of her fellow (more or less) Planeteer. Thanks to the “frog juice” that their nemesis, Dr. Blight successfully injected into both her and Wheeler, the two of them had shrunk to the size of the small frogs Dr. Blight was abducting and performing her usual mad experiments on in the hopes of restoring her lost “beauty”. Wheeler was the first, and was used later bait for a trap to get the rest of the Planeteers and only getting Linka. Because Wheeler was the first, he apparently got the less potent dosage, allowing him to grow back to normal sooner, while she, unfortunately, remained small.

With the mission successful, and Dr. Blight defeated and humiliated, the Planeteers returned to Hope Island R&R, Linka still small. They did not have the equipment and knowhow of Dr. Blight to remedy Linkas condition, so it was decided to wait it out until she returned to normal as well: meaning she was at the mercy of Wheelers latest little joke, putting her into his pocket and using the makeshift “dress” he made for her out of a torn piece of her sleeve, as they grew to small for their clothes, much to small, and using it as a handkerchief to wipe his nose after a sneeze.

Now she was naked in his pocket, going for a ride as, by insistence from Kwame, Gi and Ma-Ti, he walked to the islands lab where they made her temporary housing while they waited for her to recover.

She watched him discard the snot-covered piece of fabric from her view of his face through the opening of the pocket, a smug look on his face, obviously amused by his own handy work. She didn’t find it at all amusing, of coarse, and made her protests clear. Americans were such barbarians.

The large tip of his right finger suddenly came in through the opening, frightening her to make a yelp, images of being attacked by a squirrel, and nearly eaten by a spider flashed through her mind. While her heart beat continued to pound rapidly, she looked up through the now more opened opening of the pocket to see Wheelers gargantuan face looking right at her.

She instinctively sat down, hugging her legs very closely to her chest, hiding her nudity.
“Who dare you, you Pervert!” she exclaimed at the grinning Wheeler, as he tried to get a better look at his captive.

“Oh, I was just thinking . . .” he began to say.

“Something new to the world.”

“ . . . Of how best to take you to the lab. I was thinking about the human body, and how warm it is on the inside, you know being all warm-blooded and all that.”

“And your point. I am quite warm in your sweaty pocket, you ape.”

“Yes, but not as warm as you might like to be.”

“I’m not hugging myself because I am cold, you beast, did not your mother teach you manners, or is this how all American boys are?”

“Pretty much. And I must be the envy of them all to have you in my pocket.” Suddenly its fellow thumb accompanied the large finger, and they both reached into the pocket and grabbed Linka, carefully and gently, by the sides and took her out of the pocket. She found she couldn’t hold her legs as he did this, bringing her out into the warm open air and holding her to his face to examine.

She could feel his eyes looking at her butt, and she turned her head as best she could to see his eyes widen in excitement at the sight of her nude form. What happened to the nice guy whom, after getting her something to wear after shrinking, was polite enough to look away and cover his eyes. Was he hoping to get some action before, as he was trying to do the whole time they were both small, or now that he was bigger then she was, he found the opportunity to be a complete asshole with her.

“What are you doing?! Stop it, stop it now!” she frantically pounded her fists on his finger and thumb in vein effort to break free.

He then rolled her over in his finger and thumb so that now her front was in view. “Wow,” he finally said, “you’ve got one damn fine body, Linka. You even have a full bush, and look at those breasts. Russians make some fine women.”

She was now free to reach her hands around her breasts, and was able, to some extent, bring her knees together to hide her womanhood. But, that was not enough to stop what he was about to do next, as his other hand was now moving towards her, Peter-Pointer aimed right at her, then pushing its way through her legs to get at her private area she was so desperately trying to protect. The finger pocked and prodded her womanhood, feeling her thatch, causing her to whelp and squirm from the intense feeling of his sexual attack, getting hot and wet, causing her whole body to convulse beyond her control. Then the finger traced its way up her body, sending shivers throughout her body as it made its way up her stomach and to her arm-covered breasts, pushing them with little effort as he felt her mounds around his finger tip, and adding the other thumb, began to softly caress the right breast. The act was not as intense as the attack on her lower privates, but she still reacted, trying to turn her head away, whimpering in excitement, fear and humiliation, while he had his way with her, smiling the whole time like some sadistic little boy playing with his toys.

Finally, he stopped, tears pouring out of her eyes as he took his left hand away from her, allowing her to finally cover up again, in her shame. But, not before she felt the same fingers pinching her right butt cheek, stroking it like he was stroking the head of a mouse.
“Niet, niet, NIET!” she finally said. “Please, no more, I can’t take it any more!”
“Oh, all right, I’ll stop,” he finally said. She felt the touching stop, her bottom feeling a little warm from the friction, but, it was at least enough of a relief that he stopped.
But, not before she opened her eyes to see his mouth open wide, and her being taken closer and closer to it.

“Niet, niet, niet! What are you doing? Please don’t eat me! Why are you doing this, help!!”
Wheeler raised her up higher over his head as raised his head to follow her, holding her over his still gapping mouth, a curl of amusement on the sides of his mouth as he lowered her to his open maw. He closed his mouth, encircling his lips around her neck, being careful not to bite as he lowered his face to look straight ahead of him.

Her heart was pounding faster then ever; it was like she was about to explode. In his mouth she could feel his own rapid heartbeats, his own excitement coming from his own amusement, he could even feel her heartbeat against his tongue, the one that was now examining her naked body, covering her in his saliva. Now she understood by what he was talking about, about the human body being warm. He was going to do this to her eventually.

His tongue explored her body with minimal resistance; she couldn’t even beat it back in the confining space of his disgusting, and smelly (doesn’t he ever brush), mouth. It reached her nether-region licking in small licks between her legs, causing her to kick out at it, hitting the roof of his mouth but vainly making much progress, other then to tickle him making him giggle. Worried he may bite her, she stopped, tears filling her eyes as she finally accepted his power over her, and took it like a good little girl, her body, obeying his tongues every physical command while it licked along her back and backside, and then around her front, covering her breasts in his moist spit, some of her hair was also in his mouth, getting wet.

All the while, he was walking towards the compound and to the lab section, where her makeshift home was. It was simply one of the class rodent cages with the wire mesh coverings with a small bed made of one of her socks that all she had to do was crawl into it, thankful it was Gi who got one of the clean ones, and a sowing spool for a table and thimble for a cup. The wire mesh lid had a small door for her to open with a small rope ladder made of string and toothpicks for her to climb out and use the nearby sink, with a 12-inch ruler leading do to the basin. All she had to do was push the faucet handles that were made to be easily nudged to start the water for her use in bathing and, other activities, when the others are away, and don’t need her.

Wheeler came up to the sink, lowered his head to the counter top, and carefully pushed her out of his mouth. Everything below her neck was sopping in his drool, it was icky and stank of what she now identified as a pepperoni pizza, and she didn’t even want to stand up as she curled up into a ball to hide her shame from him. She looked up at him with a look of distain and anger. He even had the gal to try and get a good look at her buttocks, to which she could not hide well from him.

He straightened up at last, a look of apology on his face this time. “Hey,” he finally said. “I’m sorry. Okay. It was a thought I couldn’t pass up, you know.” As he was talking, he tore off a piece of his sleeve and placed it next to her. “I hope this well be enough for you.” He turned to leave, and just as he was at the door he turned and said innocently, “I hope you don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Want a bet?!” she screamed back at him.

“Hey kidding, kidding. I’ll tell them, I promise, okay. I’m not without chivalry.” And with that he was out the door.

She uttered a Russian curse at him as she stood up, still dripping in Wheelers saliva, utterly enraged. She stomped her foot, and lost her footing in the slippery spot of drool, falling onto her posterior, making her even more made, feeling thankful her small size reduced her chances of injury.

She carefully crawled out of the puddle and stood up and walked with equally careful steps to the sink faucet and pushed the warm water handle and cold water handle slightly so that the comfortably warm water was not coming down on the pot the spigot was aimed at so that it didn’t knock her down. She walked over to the wooden ruler angled into the sink and carefully made her way down with a small piece of soap that was next to the sink for her to use.

The water was a warm as she had intended, having experimented with it the day before when all of this was set up for her. She stepped into the softly falling stream of warm water letting it cascade down her body, washing away the slimy saliva of Wheeler. She stepped out to lather herself, rubbing the soap piece over her body, starting with her breasts, scrubbing each boob and nipple, the memory of Wheelers attacks on her body coming back, but she quickly ignored them, focusing on the task at hand, as she began to caress them, spreading the suds all around like they were a new kind of clothing for her big breasts. She closed her eyes and savored to feeling of her hands massaging her tender mounds, which were getting bigger from the eroticness of her own fondling, even tweaking the erect nipples. This part gave her the idea of washing off the suds on her breast by walking over to the still flowing stream.

Satisfied that the soap was off, she began to tweak her nipples again, making them taught and hard for what she was about to do next. She lowered he head as far as she could while she brought up the right breast to her mouth, and she closed her lips around it and sucked. When she was still a developing teenager back in Russia, she discovered her changing form, and had come to adore it as she realized how sexually stimulating it was, and she loved playing with herself whenever the mood or time was right for her, and she always enjoyed playing with her boobs. They were there, she could play with them all she liked, and when they got big enough, she learned to suck on the nipples, and loved it! She loved the taste of them, the feel of them in her mouth, and when her tongue flicked them, even when she bit them slightly with her teeth, making her experience more intense. She only wished she were pregnant, so she could have her own milk to taste.

In her sexually exited states, she felt her womanhood getting warm, her legs rubbing against each other trying to satisfy the feeling between them, forcing her to reach down with the hand that was not helping her with her breast, that was still holding the soap, and remembering how thorough Wheeler was with is tongue probing, began to rub her nethers with the soap, hoping to clean the area of any of Wheelers essence, while at the same time, pleasuring herself even more.

To enraptured and satisfied with her clean up, Linka dropped the soap and fell to her knees, freeing the right breast from her mouth so she could pant as she bent over. Finally, bending backwards, she yelled in excitement, and released her icky-sticky in a great burst of pleasure, mixing it with the soapy water flowing under her to the drain in the center. She sat back on her legs, panting slowly, catching her breath. When she was rested enough, she stood up, picking up the soap and started cleaning her hair, then rinsing herself off in the falling water.

Finished, she walked over to the drain, suddenly realizing she had to pee. She stood over the edge of the drain and released her urine into it, feeling relieved, wondering if she was removing any last bit of saliva from her vaginal area.

Her bladder empty, her body cleaned, she carefully made her way up the ruler ramp and turned off faucet. She walked over to the paper towel sheet that was left for her to dry herself off with, and tore out a piece to do just that. Sufficiently dry she went over to the torn piece of Wheelers shirt and proceeded to put it on, rapping it around her chest like it was a bath towel.

Clothed, she made her way to her current residents of the rat cage, climbed up the toothpick ladder on the outside and down the one on the inside, closing the gate.
She was now tired and wanted to sleep, so she walked over to her sock bed. She took off her new piece of clothing, opting to sleep in the nude, tonight, and slipped into the sock. The large fabric rubbing against her naked body made her feel horny again, so she began to rub her pussy, putting her left breast in her mouth to suck on, thinking it will sooth her to sleep, hoping that, soon, she well be big enough to get back at that bastard, Wheeler, maybe at his own game.
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