Erica's Lucky Day
" It's almost done and ready.", said Sue to her boss, Paul.
" Ok..., make sure you don't forget about that extra account."
" No problem."
When everything was in order, the young sexy secretary left her office and stood before Paul's doorway, peering inside.
" Can I leave now?", ask the good looking chick, dressed in dark blue slacks.
" Yea...go right ahead...it's almost five...may as well go now."
Turning around, the girl went back to her desk and grabbed her coat and purse, venturing outside afterward.
Happy also that the day was coming to a close, Paul got his things together and slipped on his suit jacket. As a bank manager, he had great hours, nine to five, the ideal working day.
His briefcase in hand, Paul went to the main door, walked through it, and turned around, watching the large glass door slide shit.
Placing his attaché case down for a moment, the man made a step toward the security keyboard and began setting the alarm. After he entered the forth digit, his hand recoiled while the man exclaimed, " Damn...what the hell was that!"
Looking at his fingers, he saw no immediate visible effect from the electric shock. Consequently, Paul slowly, moved his hand back to the small keyboard and finished entering the security code. To his satisfaction, the alarm was now set, sending a message directly to the nearest police station if someone tried to enter unauthorized.
Quietly, the guy squatted and picked up his briefcase, turned around, and went to his car. Inside the vehicle, he tossed the black thing upon the passenger seat, started the engine, and drove home.
Making a right, Paul pulled into his home's drive and came to a halt directly before a locked garage, deliberately parking his machine as close as possible to the structure to ensure room for his wife's car once she got home.
The engine off, the guy took hold of the attaché case, opened the car door, and stepped upon the concrete. However, when he stood himself straight and shut the vehicle's door, he realized that his pants legs seemed longer than usual. A little confused, Paul nevertheless went toward the house, opened the side door using his key, and entered.
Inside, he went to the livingroom and placed his briefcase on the sofa. Looking down at himself, Paul remarked, " Don't get it...what the hell's wrong...if I lost weight, why do my legs seem shorter?"
Going upstairs, the man almost tripped over his cuffs when he finally made it to the bedroom. There, he again looked down at his frame, more perplexed than ever. Turning, Paul wished to approach the closet when he felt a sting go down his spine. For a second, it felt like another electric shock. However, the sensation worked its way down his arms and legs, causing his fingers and toes to tickle. Just standing there, the guy felt his clothes get loser and loser until he glanced up at the bed's edge.
" What, what the...!", screamed Paul as the bed's side seemed to get higher and higher.
Looking around in fear, Paul finally realized he was shrinking, getting smaller and smaller. In a last desperate act of self help, the man ran toward the nightstand in the hopes that he'd still have a chance at getting to the phone somehow. Too late, his body shrank faster than he could move. Finally, poor little Paul discovered the worst, he was reduced down to something on the order of an inch in height.
" What am I gonna do!", whimpered Paul to his own ears. Terrified, he slowly let his head move back and forth until he focused in on the closet. Having no place in particular to go, the man approached the open entrance and stepped before it. Gazing straight ahead, he stared at his wife's extra pair of dark blue pumps. The shoes mocked his manhood as he got closer. A second later, Paul stood an inch away from the right shoe's heel, staring up at the spike, feeling overwhelmed by both power and elegance.
While he simply stood there totally confused, Paul heard his wife's car pull into the drive. Listening carefully, he made out her footsteps as her shoes struck the concrete, making that beautiful feminine sound.
After the side door slammed shut, Paul heard, " Hey...I'm home."
Knowing that his tiny voice wouldn't go far, the guy just waited until she got closer.
Working as the vice president of a computer firm, Paul's wife, Erica, made more than he did. Consequently, most of the major decisions in their relationship were decided by her and her alone. As a result, she was the boss, causing her to always tell him what to do somewhat.
" Hey Paul...I see your car, where are you...get out here!", yelled Erica, placing her briefcase next to his.
Dressed in a dark skirt suit and her obvious pumps, the long haired brunette turned around and ventured into the kitchen. Not seeing her husband, she decided to go upstairs.
Ascending the steps, she again hollered forth, " Paul...you've gotta be here!"
Finally, the lady entered the bedroom, stopped, and exclaimed to herself, " Why are his clothes all lying in the middle of the floor like that...oh...why me...why did I end up with such a jerk?"
Desperate for help, little Paul yelled up to the towering lady, " Hey Erica...down here...it's me..., something went wrong!"
Deaf to his cry, the wife turned around and left the chamber, going to the bathroom. There, she slowly stepped out of her pumps, pulled off her stockings together with the rest of her clothes, and then tossed the attire into the hamper.
All naked, Erica stepped over to the toilet and sat down, taking a piss afterward. Done, she got up, stood before the mirror, and raised her dark mane to the top of her head.
Thinking her husband went elsewhere for the immediate time, the woman decided to shower off. Consequently, she adjusted the fauset, set the temperature, and stepped into the stall, keeping her hair dry nevertheless.
While the water flowed from the spigot, little Paul began his journey, walking out of the bedroom and going toward the bathroom.
Moving around the corner, Paul stepped upon the hard tile and looked straight ahead, seeing his wife's blurry form behind the semitransparent shower door.
Slowly, the helpless creature went forward, passing her black high heeled shoes in the process. Less than a minute later, the guy stood before the shower's base, staring up at the side door's bottom run.
Suddenly, the water stopped. His eyes wide open, Paul watched as the plastic thing slid to the left a foot.
As her right hand came out, reaching for a nearby towel, Paul yelled up, " Hey Erica, it's me..., help...!"
Nothing, the towel only disappeared with her hand into the stall. Through the plastic, he watched as she dried her sexy frame off. Finally, the door slid all the way open, revealing her full naked form.
Awed by her stature, Paul nevertheless backed off a little when she stepped out, placing her right foot only two inches from his tiny insignificant body.
" Erica..., please, it's me...!", screamed the man as he eyed her big toe, always careful to stay out of her way.
When her left foot was out of the stall as well, the woman was completely dry, still having her hairs raised up. After she hung up the towel, naked Erica stepped before the bathroom mirror and fixed up her face somewhat, using some toilet articles in the medicine chest.
With all his might, Paul yelled up to the lady, " Erica..., can't you here me..., down here..., c'mon..., you've gotta be able to hear!"
Despite his efforts, she heard nothing, continuing on with her face when she finished up and returned the things to the medicine cabinet. Then, without warning, she stepped back. " Hey..., watch out..., you could've killed me!", hollered the husband, running out of her way, avoiding a most painful death.
Her beautiful frame turned ninety degrees, Erica squatted and grabbed her pumps. As her body went down, the lady's butt made it's descent right over Paul, dwarfing him to the point of all humility.
Looking up to her ass, the guy exclaimed, " Hey Erica..., I'm down here...can't you hear me!"
Using an elegant feminine grace, Erica raised herself again and ventured naked and barefoot from the bathroom, going toward the bedroom. Once there, she set the pumps to the side and lowered her nice rear upon the bed. Picking up the phone, she dialed the weather.
" Thankyou for calling time and weather..., your forecast in just a moment..." Going on, the recording began with an advertisement.
" Shit...., damn all that crap!", complained Erica as she slammed the receiver down, not even bothering to wait for the report. Shaking her head, the female vice president continued to cuss, " Those fucks..., don't they make enough money as it is!"
As she bitched away, Paul began his journey back to the sleeping quarters when he finally turned the corner to see her still seated naked upon the mattress.
Walking into the room, Paul slowly went up to her feet. However, just before he was about to yell up to her again, he heard her say to herself, " He ain't here...may as well have a little fun."
Surprised, Paul watched as Erica shifted her body and laid her back on the bed, allowing only her left leg to hang from the mattress, touching the floor. With her other foot on top of the spread, Erica looked toward the ceiling and closed her eyes.
Reverently and cautiously, the career lady moved her right hand down to her harry slit, inserting the middle finger afterward.
" Mmmm..., oh..., yes..., that's it...!". moaned Erica as she fingered herself, playing away with her clit.
Standing there helplessly watching as she masturbated, the guy screamed, " I didn't know you did that!"
All excited, the brunette went on, " Oh..., it feels so good...!"
Seeing that she had her left foot securely upon the floor, Paul went up to it and walked around the attractive thing, moving along its outer edge, and finally stood before her toes. Stunned, overwhelmed, and intoxicated by the beauty and apparent size of her foot, Paul nevertheless made a few steps forward and tapped on her big toe.
" Erica, it's me..., help...!"
" What the fuck's that on my foot?", ask the woman of herself as she sat up and removed her finger from her cunt.
" Erica, Erica...!"
Speaking further to herself, she said, " If it's a bug, I'll step on it."
Her body rotated somewhat now, Erica lowered her other foot to the floor and stood up. Looking down, she peered straight at Paul, asking, " Is that what I think it is?"
" Yes..., Erica, please, it's me...!"
Slowly, the lady squatted to get a better look. " I don't believe what I'm seeing...it's really you, Paul, how the fuck did you get that way?"
" I'm not sure...I just shrank when I came home from work...it might have something to do with the security alarm at the bank, but I'm not sure."
" Well..., whatever shrank you...it sure did a good job..., you're no higher than an inch."
Embarrassed, her husband replied, " I know..., I feel like nothing."
Reaching downward, Erica pinched her thumb and index finger together, taking up the man by his waist.
" Be careful, please..., that hurts...!"
" Don't worry, you'll be all right.", said Erica, sounding a little amused now.
" It's not funny, I'm in serious trouble."
" I know..., but you still look like something out of a fairy tale."
Dropping him into the palm of her other hand, Erica stood up and placed her ass back on the bed. Just staring at him, Erica finally said, " I think I kind of like you this way..., you're cute."
" Yea..., but please get me help."
" I don't know..."
" What do you mean...you don't know?"
" I said I don't know..., I'm not sure if I wanna go through all the bullshit...I mean when word of this gets out...I'll never have a moment's peace."
" Please Erica."
" No, I think I'll just have to keep you this way...you'll be my little secret."
Her breath a little faster now, the woman moved her free hand toward her cunt and again slipped in her middle finger.
" What are you doing?", exclaimed her husband, surprised at her actions.
" What does it look like..., I'm playing with myself..., that's what?"
" Why are you doing that?"
" Because..., like I said..., you seem kind of cute this way."
All stimulated again, the horny female spread her thighs apart and moved Paul toward her breasts. Slowly, he was pushed against her left tit.
" C'mon..., see what you can do with it.", ordered the wife, feeling her nipple get hard.
" It seems so big!", said Paul, awed by the overbearing presence of her brown tissue, sticking forth before him.
Some of his inhibition lost now, the guy moved his face before her flesh and kissed, causing a pleasurable sensation to go through her chest, " Oh Paul, that was so nice..., I really like that...do it again."
A second time, the tiny male kissed her nipple, seeing that it swelled up some more, reaching its fullest length.
Taking the thing into his hand, Paul caressed the nipple while she continued to finger herself.
" Oh, oh..., that feels great!", moaned the lady, moving toward an orgasm.
Nevertheless, right before she was about to cum, Erica removed her finger from her snatch and grabbed her husband, lowering him down to her pubic hairs.
As he went closer to her cunt, Paul screamed, "What are you doing?"
" What does it look like..., I'm gonna stick you in my pussy, what else?"
" I'll die..., I won't be able to breath!"
" I'm sure you'll be all right..."
" How do you know?"
" C'mon..., I'll take good care of my little pet...you won't get hurt."
A second later, her smell engulfed him as his ankles slid into her warm interior. Enclosing around him, her two cunt lips pressed upon his tiny frame with a soft and firm touch, making him feel like a prisoner forever trapped with no hope of escape. In no time, he found himself up to his neck, experiencing the moistness of her vaginal cavity.
Looking down at him, Erica said, " You see..., you can still breath...you ain't dead, now are you?"
" No..., but it feels funny in here...please get me out."
" So you wanna get out?"
" Yea..., please!"
" All right, but you've gotta move around first, then I'll let you out."
Hesitating for a moment, Paul finally agreed, " Ok..., I'll move around."
Like an individual trapped in quick sand, the little man started with his legs, kicking back and forth, knowing now what a fetus feels after its been growing a month or two in the womb.
" That's good..., do it faster!", moaned Erica.
" Ok."
Using his arms now too, Paul twisted and turned all around and about when he eventually felt a rush of heat emerge from the depths of her womanhood.
" Yes, yes...!", yelled the lady as she burst forth with an orgasm, exploding her cunt juices all over the tiny man.
Bathed in vaginal fluid, Paul easily popped forth, coming to the top of her slit, just lying there atop her dark triangle.
" Now that was good..., that felt better than anything I ever felt before!", said Erica, getting up and letting Paul fall between her thighs, coming to rest upon the bed.
As the tiny creature just sat there looking defeated, Erica returned to the bathroom and washed off her cunt. When she came back to the bedroom, she reached for the phone and dialed the weather's number, this time listening to the whole thing. Once she heard the forecast, she hung up the receiver and sat her nice ass down on the mattress.
" Hey Erica, watch out...!", screamed her husband as her curvaceous butt came down, almost crushing him while he ran out of the way.
Turning around, little one inch high Paul stared at the back of his wife's beautiful rear. For a moment, he was taken in by its perfection when he looked up and saw Erica's rotated head looking down at him, saying, " You like my ass....? Don't you? Of course you do..., you liked it when you were normal sized...then why shouldn't you like it now."
" Yes..., but..."
" But what...?" Going on, the lady said, " I'll tell you what..., you're gonna kiss my butt...., that's what."
While he simply stood there, she screamed, " Well..., what are you waiting for?"
Compliantly, helpless Paul approached, finally placing his tiny lips against her backside.
" There..., now I've found a real job for you...you can be my little cunt and ass slave, ha, ha, ha...!, laughed Erica as she continued to observe his servitude, knowing quite well that he's forever now under her thumb.
The End