Johnny makes Melli into a weed-delivery doll

As the weed cloud of the apartment sets in again around Johnny and Melli, who is starting to get a small second-hand high, so do the powers' true range set in. Johnny begins to understand that his domain is more than just a place where he is king. It is a place where he is divine.

The apartment is dingy, but it seems to glow with the new power, as Johnny looks down at the cute, mostly nude young woman standing before him. "Hey, I think I can get you a job, Melli, as my weed delivery doll. You have relevant experience, right dude?"

Melli opens her mouth to object, but the feeling in her body silences her. It's a feeling of tightness and shrinking. It's whatever it feels like in your skin and bones when a god wills your body to resize itself to the height of a large doll, a plaything just forty centimetres tall, still wearing nothing but shoes, socks, panties, and a hair tie.

Melli stands there, her feet small enough for her toes to fall into the carpet rather than on top of it, her tits now roughly each the size of the pads of his thumbs.

Johnny sticks his thumb out, just to see, and pushes her little tit, and the pretty little doll stumbles back onto her ass on the carpet.

"Sir!" she shouts, her voice just a bit higher than it was a minute earlier.

Next, he pinches, the whole tit rather than the nipple.

"Aiii! Sir, this is not how..." but as master of the apartment domain, he simply wishes she would shut up, and she does.

She's cute, and entirely his to fuck with, but his only real interest in the doll-sized woman is as a test of his powers, so he doesn't play with her for long. She looks so cute in her white sneakers and panties, that he leaves her last items alone, and simply ends up placing her in a cage up against the window over the sink, with a scale in the corner, and a couple of pieces of dollhouse furniture. Now, instead of having to weigh and separate weed, and answer the door, he simply has to put the weed in the cage, and she'll handle the measuring, transacting with customers outside the window, and everything. She rolls the bills nicely for him.

It's an absurd use of his new divine powers, but Johnny Dope's apartment is an absurd place for such divinity anyway. Melli's life, as a paid courier, and as a free citizen, is pretty much done now, as she can never leave the apartment unless Johnny lets her, and as far as he's concerned, she is now nothing but a functional part of his apartment and ****-dealing apparatus, a toy or a tool, with tiny little titties.