Evil Helen
 
 

" Did you get those crates finished off, Joe?"

With a wide eyed expression on his face, the twenty seven year old stock room worker replied in a rather timid voice, " Yes..., I’m done."

Standing next to him by the time clock, Cheryl watched as he punched out for the day, the time being three in the afternoon. Her blue eyes staring at him, the attractive blond manager said, " Ok..., be here on time tomorrow, you were five minutes late today."

" No problem, Cheryl...I’ll be on time."

" Good..., and make sure you start pricing those detergent boxes..., ok?"

" Yes ma’am..., I’ll get right to it as soon as I enter the building."

A smug expression on her assertive face, sexy Cheryl turned around and left, returning to her office, her nice ass swaying back and forth beneath the dark blue business skirt, the lady’s high heeled shoes striking the white tile.

His card back in the rack with all the others, Joe left the store, going out to the parking lot, and finally getting into his old car. After the engine was started, the guy put the thing into drive and went home.

Pulling into a condominium’s lot reserved for residents only, Joe parked his vehicle and got out. Slowly, he ventured to the main lobby, breathing in the nice summer air until he finally entered the structure and stepped into the elevator, taking him up to the fourth floor. At a steady pace, the man started down the hall until he stood before his suite, number 425.

Inside the apartment, Joe went back to the bedroom and removed his shoes, having only his sox on now over his feet. When he came back out to the livingroom, the man gazed up at the clock, seeing three thirty, saying to himself, " May as well get busy...start with getting dinner ready...if it ain’t done when she gets here...she’ll throw a fit."

For the next half hour or so, Joe puttered away in the kitchen, cooking dinner and setting the table when all of a sudden, he turned his head and looked out to the livingroom, staring directly at the suite’s main entrance as he heard the door being unlocked from the outside.

After the panel swung open, his ears were met with, " Hey...I’m home...smells good, see you got something cooking...I like that!"

Stepping into the flat was a twenty nine year old lady, the same height as Joe,
having collar length brown hair, and dressed in a black skirt suit together with stockings and black pumps. In her left hand was a black leather attache case which she tossed to the sofa after closing the door.

" Helen..., good to see you..., how was work today?"

" Oh...the usual bullshit...", replied the woman, " Just hired two new people and fired two others...but the bank’s doing fine otherwise."

" Ok."

" Yea..., just got a raise too...they might even promote me to regional manager...they told me I can do more than just manage a single bank...but the promotion’s not definite."

Nodding his head, Joe returned to his task in the kitchen as good looking Helen followed him and then leaned against the entrance post. Just watching the guy stand behind the stove, his sexy wife softly remarked, " We got the whole evening together for ourselves...what do you think of that?"

Smiling, he answered, " It’s great!"

" It sure is...", said Helen, slowly strolling up to her husband and stopping directly behind him.

While the food sizzled away in one of the frying pans, the professional career wife embraced her husband’s frame and slowly moved her right hand down to his crotch, her two tits pressed firmly against his back as she whispered in his ear, " Yes..., we’ve got the whole evening...just you and me."

Automatically, his cock swelled up beneath his jeans. With an elegant precision, dark-eyed Helen unzipped his fly and reached in, grabbing his dick. Excited now, Joe moved his head back and kissed her a few times while she next unbuttoned his trousers, his pants falling to the floor.

Turning himself around and facing her, Joe began undressing his wife, removing her suite jacket, then lowering her skirt. Going at it, the couple finally took it all off except for Helen’s shoes and stockings. All naked, they dragged each other out to the livingroom where eager Helen pushed her man’s shoulders to the floor and got on top of his waist as he stared up at the ceiling. Aggressively, she shoved his dick into her hairy cunt, making sure the thing went all the way in, deeper and deeper! At last, she moved up slightly, then back down, fucking away at him, sitting there in the female superior position.

Arching her head back, she exclaimed, " Ohhhhh..., oh...!"

" Helen...", moaned Joe, " You’re amazing...you’re the best!"

" Oh..., oh..., I’m gonna cum...yes, yes..., I am!"

Finally, a few moments before her husband had his, good looking Helen came, her orgasm pushing her to the height of ecstasy, making her feel on top of the world.

After both individuals had theirs, the lady got off the guy and strolled over to the sofa where she grabbed her briefcase and produced a pack of Marlboros. Using a lighter from the same case, she fired up and then lowered her shapely backside to the sofa’s cushion, crossing her legs afterward.

Still lying on the floor, Joe caught his breath and then turned his head, looking over at her feet which were less than a yard away. Staring at her, he watched his wife smoke the cigarette. His mind absorbing her image, the guy was momentarily struck by the air she radiated, confidence, authority, intelligence, and assertion, all in one. Thinking of his own meager place in life, the man simply shrugged it off for the moment, trying not to dwell on the simple fact that she made over four times the income he earned and as a result had the final say on things.

As he continued to look up at her, the lady stared down at him after exhaling a cloud of smoke and said, " Don’t put your clothes back on...we’ll spend the rest of the evening naked...I find that erotic...don’t you?"

" Sure...sounds fine to me.", answered Joe, getting to his feet now.

" Just toss our clothes on the bed back there and then finish up with supper...I’m gonna see what’s on TV."

" No problem."

After he entered the kitchen, took up the attire, went with the stuff into the bedroom, Joe returned to the kitchen and finished up with the meal. A few more minutes and he was done.

While the TV played in the background, Helen raised her naked ass from the couch, killed the cigarette in an ashtray upon the livingroom’s table, and then ventured into the kitchen where she placed her beautiful butt into a chair and began eating, her husband doing the same.

" Not bad...", mentioned the lady, " Tastes pretty good."

" Yea...I think it turned out ok."

" It’s good...I like it."

Two minutes of silence went by when she asked, " Did you order that new CD player for the stereo like I told you to...you know...the thing we were talking about three days ago."

" Ah..., oh yea..., that..., I forgot...I’ll order it tomorrow."

With a sigh, the lady looked straight at him and said coldly, " I told you to order that thing today...I think I mentioned it twice."

" I know...sorry, I just forgot."

Suddenly, the guy was startled by the sound of her fist striking the table, " You fuck...why do you forget so fucken much...you’d forget your dick if it wasn’t sewed on!"

" I don’t know...I just forgot."

" Maybe I should forget about you...and tell you to take a hike!"

" Helen..., c’mon, don’t worry about it...it’s not that serious."

Angered, the lady screamed back, " You ain’t gonna tell me what to do...I’ll worry about what I fucken wanna worry about!"

Afraid of his wife’s temper, she really got into a fit about something small at least two or three times a week, Joe quickly got up and ran to the refrigerator, removing a bottle of wine and a glass from the cupboard above.

Returning to the table, he set the glass before her and poured some of the red stuff into it.

" What the fuck’s this?", inquired the pissed off woman.

" A little present for you...you’ve probably had a harder day at work than you care to admit."

With a mean look still on her assertive and attractive face, Helen nevertheless took up the glass and started drinking while Joe placed the bottle to the table and went back to his seat. The glass empty, she poured another for herself, saying, " Get up again and put the bottle back."

Obediently, he got up and returned the glass thing to the refrigerator. Back in his chair, he resumed eating, looking up now and then at his dominant wife, her disposition slowly changing, the alcohol starting to take effect.

Smiling now, the lady remarked while shaking her head, " You’re such a bad boy...you know how I hate it when you don’t do whatever I say."

" Sorry Helen."

Feeling relaxed, the woman finished up with dinner, raised her ass from the chair, strolled back to the livinvgroom, parked her gorgeous naked posterior upon the sofa, fired up another cigarette, and continued watching television when she yelled, " Hey..., make me some coffee...will you!"

" Sure thing."

After he had the black brew ready, the husband subserviently carried the cup out to his wife and then returned to the kitchen where he cleaned up. All done, he ventured back to the livingroom, finding Helen still before the picture tube, finished with the coffee, smoking away at another cigarette.

When he entered the room, the woman got to her feet and said in a very joking way, alcohol, nicotine, and caffeine now in her veins, " Like I mentioned before, you’re really a bad boy...you know How I hate it when you don’t obey me!"

Seeing that she was really in a good mood again, he smiled back at her and replied, " I sometimes forget things."

" You sure do...well, it’s time for your punishment."

" Punishment?"

Laughing a little, the lady pointed down at the couch and ordered, " Stretch yourself out..., let’s go, do it!"

" Yes ma’am.", answered the guy as he laid down on his back, happy that her anger was gone.

Turning around, the super sexy lady slowly lowered her curvaceous naked ass into his face, parking the perfect thing right on top of him, blocking out most of the light.

" There...now you’re gonna stay down there for the next hour or so, until the news is over...it’s starting now."

Beneath her ass, the guy felt two things. First, there was the regular sexual attraction for her female butt. However, that wasn’t all. More importantly, he felt the reality of his life’s condition, inferior to his spouse, at her mercy, constantly humiliated by her financial and intellectual superiority, her stronger will power also making its point. Just laying there, her weight pressing down at his face, making him feel worthless, Joe absorbed it all, her ass mocking him more and more as each minute slowly passed.

Helplessly pinned down, Joe couldn’t see much, but he obviously heard things, namely the sound from the TV together with his wife’s voice as she smoked away and said to the tube, " Yea..., good, great..., she won!"

Listening on, the man heard a lady reporter say, " This is truly a moment in Crawford’s history...it’s first female mayor..., she won by a landslide."

" Good..., great!", repeated Helen, shifting herself slightly, her butt firmly positioned now atop his head.

Another five minutes went by and all he heard were reports about Mayor elect Judy Westmore, how she beat her opponent, her political career given a huge boost forward.

Thiry seconds later, Helen raised her rear end and turned around, saying down to her husband, " Ok..., you speck of dirt...I’ve gotta take a piss...I’ll be back shortly...when I return..., my ass goes right where I had it..., understand?"

" Yes.", was his immediate and humble reply.

Rotating herself, the sexy woman left the room, headed over to a short hall. Making a left, she entered the bathroom, closed the door, tossed the cigarette into the toilet bowl, and then lowered her nice backside to the seat. In no time, piss came from her cunt, the yellow stuff spraying down to the water below.

Back in the livingroom, Joe sat up for a moment and stared at the TV, watching the images of Ms. Westmore as she addressed a crowd of enthusiastic supporters. While he gazed at the screen, the guy was suddenly aware of something, something which started to dig itself deeper and deeper into his brain. Thinking, he said to himself, " What’s going on here...it seems like women are taking over everything..., I mean, just look at me..., I got a woman for a boss at work, my wife makes more than I do...she’s the boss at home; and now..., I live in a town that’s run by a woman..." His mind working, he mumbled, " Man..., they got their hands in everything today..., they’re really taking charge!"

Gazing at the television, his face twisted a little with confusion as he pondered the changes in the world, Joe again mumbled, " It’s true...things are different..."

Seated there, the man began to feel both embarrassment and resentment at this realization. Next, a sensation came over him that got more and more intense, a feeling which saturated his entire frame. In fact, a feeling of uselessness and smallness engulfed him like the rest of the world was looking down at him, mocking him, making fun of him.

Suddenly, his whole body went into a slight convulsion, a gentle vibration, but nevertheless large enough for Joe to see his own feet shake. Looking down toward his toes, the man yelled out softly, " What..., what’s happening to me...I don’t...!"

Gazing around, he realized everything appeared to get larger and larger.

" No..., it can’t be...how...it ain’t possible..., no...!"

Finally, the feeling stopped together with the convulsive activity. Getting up to his feet, helpless Joe turned his head and saw the sofa’s pillow at the left end. Causiouly, the frightened, yet curious guy walked up to it, strolling along the top of the sofa’s cushion. When he stood directly before the soft object, Joe looked up at it and realized he stood now at no higher than an inch, so small, he couldn’t even get off the couch even if he wanted.

A cold sweat came over him while he stood there, fear going through his veins while the full weight of the facts hit him. " No, no..., how?", said Joe to himself, his tiny voice going nowhere.

At last, his ears were met with the sound of the bathroom door opening. Listening on,
the tiny frightened creature heard her footsteps until she entered the livingroom. Coming
to a halt before the table, Helen looked around and then yelled, " Hey..., where’d you go...get back here...move it!"

" Helen..., down here..., please!"

Not hearing the guy, she again hollered, "Joe..., I’m waiting...I didn’t say you could go somewhere else...get back here!"

Nothing, she heard nothing as he continued to scream, " Helen..., help me, please!"

A frustrated expression on her assertive face, sexy Helen turned around, bent over slightly, and reached for her cigarette pack. While she stood there, her ass was aimed right at her tiny husband. Looking straight at her rear, he yelled over and over, " Helen, Helen...I’m right here...behind you!"

The white stick fired up, she straightened her frame and strolled to the rear of the apartment and looked into the bedroom where she found no one. Her weight shifted for a second, she complained to herself, " Where the fuck is he?"

Back in the livingroom now, Helen went into the kitchen, didn’t see him, and returned to the sofa. Confused, the naked brunette scratched her head and simply stood there, her mind working overtime. Silence filled the suite while she pondered his disappearance until suddenly the lady tilted her head, straining to hear something, " Helen..., please!"

Her eyes blinking in rapid succession, the beautiful female listened on, again hearing a very feight, " Helen..., down here!"

Following the sound with her eyes, she found herself looking down at the couch. When the reality of it all struck her, she exclaimed, " Holy fucken shit...is that you, Joe?"

" Yes...please help me!"

Squatting, Helen kept her eye on him, the cigarette still in her hands. After exhaling a cloud of smoke directly at him, she watched the tiny creature back off a couple of steps, her two succulent tits even with the sofa’s edge.

" What happened to you...how’d this happen?"

" I don’t know...I was sitting here watching the TV...then I just shrank."

" But look at you...", mentioned Helen between puffs of the cigarette, " You’re no higher than a fucken inch!"

" I know...I don’t get it...I’m scared!"

In control of her emotions now somewhat, the sexy naked lady used her free hand to reach forward, pinching the little guy between her fingers, raising him to her face.

His eyes wide open, Joe stared straight into her giant looking pupils, fear written all over him.

" Helen, please...you’re hurting me...you look like a giant...I’m scared of you!"

While he wiggled and squirmed around in her grasp, Helen next asked in a very relaxed and commanding tone " You’re scared of me?"

" Yes...like I said you look like a monster..., a giant..., please, put me down!"

For the next minute the curious lady just held on to him, staring away at her new find, transfixed by it all, her mind working away faster than ever.

" Helen..., Helen, please!", whimpered the tiny helpless thing, his entire life now in her hands.

Being the ambitious type, Helen naturally liked it when people working under her at the bank squirmed in front of her whenever she lectured them for a mistake or mishap on their part; she really got off on the sensation of power, loving the satisfaction it gave her.

Staring away at him, Helen smiled and said, " You know...despite the surprise of it all, you kind of turn me on now."

" What..., how can you say such a thing...this is horrible...I feel like the whole world’s making fun of me!"

Alcohol still in her system, Helen laughed and replied, " It probably is...and you know what?"

" What?"

" I felt good today when I fired those two jerks...I felt something between my legs...I swear my clit swelled up for a moment."

In shock at his wife’s words, the small man said, " Helen..., c’mon...this ain’t funny..., you’re hurting me...put me down!"

Her eyes fixed on her husband between her fingertips, the lady exhaled smoke again at him and replied, " I’m gonna find out what made you this way...oh yea..., but before that..., well..., guess I may as well finish what I was doing beforehand...don’t you think?"

" What...what are you talking about?"

" You know..."

" Please, Helen..., put me down!"

" Sure..., I’ll put you down, no problem."

After setting the little guy back to the cushion, Helen stood up, turned around, and then lowered her ass, the pretty symmetrical thing coming down at him.

" No, Helen..., no, why!"

" Why? Because it’s your place..., male!"

In vein, he tried to get out of the way. However, he wasn’t fast enough as her ass parked itself, catching the tiny man in it’s crack. Sitting there, Helen laughed while she felt him move around, trying to get out. In front of her, the news went on for another fifteen minutes before it ended. Killing her cigarette, the sexy naked lady slowly got up, raising her ass off the couch and using the remote to turn off the television. As her rear went up, it took Joe with it, the man trapped between her two soft and firm butt cheeks.

Slowly, she strolled out to the kitchen where the lady dialed her doctor’s number. Getting the receptionist, she asked, " Hello, can I talk with Elizabeth, you know..., the doctor."

" She’s not in right now...can I leave a message?"

" Can you set up an appointment for me for say...tomorrow at seven? My name’s Helen Gates."

" Tomorrow at seven won’t work..., it’ll have to to be the following day, Thursday if you want an evening appointment."

"Thursday’ll be fine...I’ll be there at seven."

"Ok..., Ms. Gates, I’ve got you written down..., what’s wrong anyway...is there anything I should tell the doctor before you see her?"

" Ah..., no, actually, I’ll tell her everything."

" Ok..., no problem...see you them."

" Bye."

After she hung up the phone, Helen reached back down to her ass and pulled out her husband, placing him upon the kitchen counter from where she retrieved a tall drinking glass, sticking him into it, and simply grinned down at him.

" What are you gonna do with me?"

" Gonna take you to the doctor Thursday night...see if she can find out what made you so small."

" What am I gonna do in the mean time?"

" Nothing, just stay in this glass."

" I need something to eat...something to drink!"

" Oh, that’s no problem, you can live off this for the next two days...it’s got all the liquid and protean you’ll ever need."

" What...what are you talking about?"

Looking up into her overbearing face, Joe suddenly heard all kinds of snorting sounds coming up from her throat and through her nose. In a nervous desperation, the little guy held up his hands and yelled, " No, Helen, please!"

Her mouth over the top, the wicked and sadistic lady spit down right next to him, a huge wad of mucus striking the glass bottom before his feet, the gross slime spreading itself out, touching his toes!

" There..., when you get hungry enough...you’ll start eating."

" That’s sick...why’d you do that...why?"

" Because...it makes me feel good...gives me a sense of power...; humiliating you turns me on, I don’t know...it just does!"

Helpless, the tiny naked man was carried into the bedroom where his heartless wife set the glass prison upon the nightstand and left it there. After removing her shoes and stockings, the lady left the room and took a shower, cleaning herself off.

In bed now, Helen took up a novel and read the time away for the next hour before falling to sleep.

The next morning, she got up, got herself ready for work, and then left, leaving him there all alone. With nothing to do except stare at her spittle, Joe tried as hard as he could at placing his mind somewhere else, somewhere more pleasant. However, by the time the afternoon came along, he did indeed find himself eating away at the sick stuff, his lips dry with thirst and his stomach growling with hunger.

In the evening, when Helen was home again, his boss, Cheryl, called. With no reservation whatsoever, Helen told the lady he quit his job and got another, also telling the blond that he’ll never be back.

At last, after two days of waiting, Thursday came along. Dressed up in her work clothes, that is, her pumps and skirt suit, Helen reached down into the glass and took up her husband, dropping him into her purse afterward. At six thirty, confidence written all over her face, ambitious Helen left the suite, went down to her new black Mustang, got in, and took off, headed to Elizabeth’s medical office.

Her purse hanging from her shoulder, Helen ventured into the waiting area and went up to the receptionist’s window.

" Hello, may I help you?", asked the blond.

" Yes...I’m Helen Gates...I’ve got an appointment at seven."

" Ok, no problem...please take a seat and I’ll let you know when you can come in and see the doctor."

" Thanks.", answered Helen, turning around and venturing over to a vacant seat, parking her nice ass afterward.

Eight minutes later, a door leading to the back area swung open with the same blond receptionist saying, " Helen...you can come in now."

Getting up, the sexy brunette held tight to her dark leather handbag as she strolled in, hearing, " Please go in that room to your left...she’ll be with you shortly."

" Ok.", replied Helen while she stepped in and the door was closed behind her.

Looking around, she decided to take a seat in a nearby chair. Her rear end in place, the attractive career lady just sat there and waited. Finally, the door slowly opened and in stepped a foxy sandy haired female in her early thirties wearing a white lab coat and pumps.

" Helen...", mentioned the doctor, " What a pleasant surprise...it’s been what..., six or eight months since I last saw you?"

" Yea, eight months to be exact...I came here for that bad cold I had...you gave me some medication...it worked."

" That’s right...yes...I remember that now..." Next, the physician asked, " So what brings you in today...what’s wrong?"

Calmly, Helen replied, " There’s nothing wrong with me, nothing at all."

Her face showing slight confusion, Elizabeth inquired, " I don’t get it...then why’d you come here?"

" It’s not me, it’s my husband, he’s the problem...he’s got a big problem..., wait, no..., I take that back..., as a matter of fact, his problem’s small, quite small."

" Where his he...why didn’t he come with you?"

With a sarcastic smile, relaxed Helen replied, " He’s here...he’s here all right."

" Out in the waiting room?"

" Nope...he’s right here with us."

After making a light sigh, the doctor said, " Helen..., I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m a busy woman, I’ve got other patients to deal with..., is this some kind of a joke?"

Looking straight into the doctor’s face, Helen slowly stood up, strolled over to the recliner, and set her purse down upon it. Her eyes still on Elizabeth, the brunette said while tilting the purse to its side, " I don’t know doctor...you tell me if this is a joke or not."

Confusion and concern still on her pretty face, Elizabeth gazed down at the black leather thing as Helen gave it a nudge or two. Suddenly, Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she stepped forward, peering more closely down at the living thing before her.

" What the...it’s moving...it looks like it’s a..."

" A little man..., right?"

Giving Helen a quick glance, Elizabeth returned her attention to Joe, this time bending forward and pushing her right hand’s index finger toward the guy. Seeing her nail come at him, frightened Joe backed off, yelling, " No..., no, please don’t...you’ll hurt me!"

Despite her professional mannerism, Elizabeth found herself exclaiming, " Holy shit..., fuck..., he’s real...it’s a real man...reduced to only an inch!"

" That’s right..., Elizabeth, that’s my husband, somehow he shrank."

Her initial shock abated somewhat, the doctor asked, " You sure you don’t have any idea as to what caused this..., I mean, this is indeed the find of a life time, it’s gotta be."

" I really don‘t know what caused this...but I do ask one thing, though."

" What’s that?"

" Don’t tell anyone...I mean it."

For a moment, the physician was silent until she finally said, " Ok..., I won’t tell anyone...I’ll honor your request."

" Good."

" For starts..., you’ve gotta tell me what happened before he shrunk...let’s go back an hour before he was reduced then go forward."

Thinking, Helen replied while Elizabeth reached for a note pad and a pen from her lab coat’s pocket, " Well..., we were sitting on the couch together watching TV when I had to use the bathroom..., when I came back..., well, that’s kind of when I found him there on the sofa, shrunk down."

" What do you mean..., kind of?"

" On nothing really...it’s just that I didn’t see him at first...I looked around for a few minutes...then I heard this tiny scream..., it’s only then that I looked down toward the sofa."

After she had a few words written, Elizabeth turned to the tiny man who was looking up at both women and asked, " Ok..., what do you remember?"

His gaze aimed directly up at her face, the frightened creature responded in a feight voice, " It’s pretty much like she said, doctor."

" Did you feel something different before you shrank...see anything out of the ordinary?"

" Well..., I had a shaking sensation go through my body right before it happened."

" Did anything trigger that...anything at all that you can remember?"

" Not that I know of..., wait, yes..., I did feel something else before that."

" What?", asked the doctor, his wife standing nearby, her curiosity also heightened.

" I hate to say this...but I felt extreme embarrassment go through my system."

" Embarrassment...why would you feel that?"

" Because of the election and a few other things."

" The election?"

" Yes...the election of Judy Westmore for mayor of this town."

Looking at Helen for a second, Elizabeth returned her attention to Joe and inquired, " Why in the world would that make you feel embarrassed?"

Hesitation in his words, the little guy finally responded, " Well..., you see...it’s because she’s a woman..., sitting there on the couch before the TV, I realized that I’ve got a woman for a boss at work, the town’s got a woman for mayor, and most of all..., my wife’s the boss at home."

Folding her arms and shifting her weight, Helen only made a quaint and smug grin as Elizabeth continued to stare down at the man, her mind trying to figure the whole thing out, saying out loud, " Ok..., let me see if I understand all this correctly..., what you’re saying is that your male ego was insulted so severely that it caused you to feel small and then you physically shrank...?"

" Ah..., yea, I think that sounds about right.", replied Joe, staring up at the women, both females looking like giants.

Her head moving back and forth for a moment, Elizabeth said, " That’s weird, that’s real strange..., but wait..., I think I’ve got an initial theory...I just gotta test it."

" What?", asked Helen.

" I’m gonna take a blood sample from the guy...after that...you can go home with him...I’ll call you when you can come back."

" Ok...but what’s your theory?"

" Not completely sure yet...but I think it’s got something to do with the release of certain neural chemicals when the brain is intensely stimulated by feelings of stress or like he said, " Embarrassment"."

" All right...go ahead, take the samples...but like I said, don’t tell a soul."

" I won’t."

After she left the room, Elizabeth returned holding a syringe together with a test tube. The tube now attached to the needle, the sexy doctor slowly brought the pointed thing toward the frightened little man as he held his hands up, backing away as well, yelling, " No..., please..., no!"

Frightened out of his wits by the object looking like a lance, Joe ran behind Helen’s purse.

" Here, doctor..., let me help you.", said the brunette as she raised the leather thing, reaching for her husband with her other hand.

" Helen, please..., no, don’t!"

With Joe before her face, Helen said, " Here he is, you can suck out some of his blood now."

Held firmly between his wife’s finger tips, Joe squirmed around, the needle getting closer and closer. Finally, Elizabeth stuck the thing into the side of his left leg and extracted a few drops of his red stuff.

" Please...that hurts...please!"

Ignoring him, his wife remarked to the doctor, " Look at him...what a baby, crying like that."

" It’s gotta be done so I can find out what caused all this."

"I know.", answered Helen as she watched Elizabeth retract the syringe and place it down.

An moment later, the doctor said, " Ok..., I’ll look into this...in the mean time...keep him safe..., and I promise...I won’t tell anyone."

Nodding her head, the dark-haired wife simply responded, " All right."

Back into her purse he went, trapped at the bottom in the darkness, imprisoned and at the mercy of his ambitious wife. Next, Elizabeth said, " Well..., that wraps things up for today...I’ll personally call you when I find out something."

" When do you think that’ll be?"

" Hopefully in two or three days."

" Ok..., I’m really excited about this."

" So am I."

After the doctor took up the syringe again and removed the small test tube, Helen left the office and went back to her car. When she got home, the lady simply returned him to the glass, spit down into it, and went about her business, trying to keep things as "normal" as possible."

Just as expected, three days later, at six fifteen in the evening, Helen heard the phone ring. Raising her ass from the livingroom sofa, the lady went into the kitchen and picked up the receiver, saying, " Hello?"

" Hi...it’s Elizabeth..., how are you today?"

" I’m fine..., did you find anything?"

" Yes I did, but not a cure...I discovered something real strange about his blood."

" What?"

" Can you come to my office now and I’ll show you?"

" Yea...I can do that..., should I bring Joe?"

" Ah..., no, you won’t need him for this visit."

" Ok...I’ll be there shortly."

" Thanks."

Upon hanging up the phone, Helen, dressed now in jeans, a T-shirt, and black stiletto knee high boots, went down to her Mustang, lowered her denim covered ass behind the wheel, started the engine, and took off.

At the doctor’s office, Helen met Elizabeth who was all alone this time.

" Where is everyone?", asked Helen.

" I sent the receptionist home and canceled all of today’s evening appointments to make sure no one finds out about this."

" Ok...good."

Excited, Elizabeth said, " Here..., follow me."

" All right."

Again in the same back room, the doctor pointed toward a glass terrarium containing a hamster. Looking down at the animal, Helen asked, " What’s that for?"

" I’ll show you..., see this...?"

" Yea.", replied the brunette, staring at another syringe filled with a red solution.

" It’s some of his blood I took the other day..., watch what happens when I inject this animal with only a small fraction of the stuff."

Curiosity on her face, Helen gazed on while Elizabeth took up the fury creature with her left hand and used her right hand to inject the creature with Joe’s blood. Suddenly, to the wife’s astonishment, the lab animal began shrinking, getting smaller and smaller until it was down to only a few parts of an inch, so small, one could hardly see it.

" That’s fucken amazing...!", exclaimed Helen, saying further, " So you all you gotta do is inject someone or some animal with that stuff and he, she, or it’ll shrink?"

" You got it...it’ll even shrink those who drink the blood or ingest it if it’s mixed with something else...only a few drops’ll do it."

Staring quietly at the doctor for about a full minute, looking straight into her eyes, Helen finally caused the physician to say, " What...why are you looking at me like that?"

Slowly and calmly, Helen said, " Let me see that needle."

Hesitating for a moment, Elizabeth nevertheless complied, handing the thing to the dark-haired lady. Before the physician could jump back, Helen surprised the doctor by jamming the object’s pointed end right into Elizabeth’s upper left arm.

" What do you do that for?", cried Elizabeth, holding the spot on her arm where the needle went in.

" I don’t need you anymore..., naive bitch!"

"What...why, no..., no...it can’t be!", yelled Elizabeth, shrinking out of her clothes, getting smaller and smaller, the white coat collapsing. At last, the helpless little one inch high lady stood upon her own panties right between her two pumps.

Quickly, Helen squatted and took up Elizabeth, setting her upon a chair in the room. With lightening speed, she took up the doctor’s clothes, rolled them into the coat, including the shoes, and tossed the attire out a window, causing the stuff to fall down into the parkinglot below. Happy that no one saw the clothes fall, diabolical Helen reached for Elizabeth and the needle which she covered with a plastic cap. Seeing the tiny hamster, Helen killed it by throwing the creature to the floor, stepping on it, and twisting it to nothing but a tiny splat. At a casual pace, the woman left the office and returned to the lot. Looking both ways, she went up to the doctor’s clothes and picked the stuff up, taking it to her car where she opened the passenger door and threw the cotton material on the seat.

The door closed again, Helen placed the sealed syringe in her T-shirt’s pocket and then looked at tiny naked Elizabeth in her right hand, saying, " Well, bitch..., this is it."

" What...what are you gonna do to me?"

At the parkinglot’s edge was a grassy area containing a few trees. Marching over, Helen then squatted and set the helpless lady on the ground, going back to her car afterward. By the Mustang now, Helen turned around, leaned her ass against the grill, folded her arms, and simply looked on, an evil grin on her face.

Sure enough, just as Helen expected, a huge black crow flew down from one of the trees and landed only a few inches before tiny Elizabeth. Her hands held up in fear, the little lady screamed, " Please...Helen...get it away!"

Laughing, the dark-haired sadist watched as the menacing bird stood there, tilted its head to the side for a moment, and studied its prey.

" No, no, Helen, please....get it away!"

" Fuck you..., you’re only the first, the first of many who’ll be standing at my feet, ha, ha...!"

With one swift motion, the winged creature moved forward and took Elizabeth in its sharp beak, flying back up into the tree, up to its nest where it began tearing the little woman apart piece by piece, feeding the lady to its young. However, as the hatchlings ate away at Elizabeth’s bloody remains, the creatures suddenly shrank, getting smaller and smaller, almost disappearing into nothing while they ingested the doctor’s affected tissue. Finally, only seconds later, the crow itself shrank, joining its offspring.

Her ass behind the wheel now, Helen returned home where she disposed of Elizebeth’s clothes and put the needle in a safe place, the syringe still containing a few more drops of Joe’s blood.

A week later in the evening, the lady was at home thinking about her new discovery when the phone rang. Getting up, she went to the receiver, raised it, placed the thing to her ear, and heard, " Hello..., I’m Sam from the main office of Key Bank..., how are you?"

" Ok..., hi, I’m fine."

" I’m calling because we might be interested in hiring you for a new position...promote you to regional manager...you’d then be in control of over ten branches."

Excitement in her voice, the sexy woman replied, " Ok...!"

" Yes..., but don’t be surprised if you’re not hired though...I only wanna interview you for the position...we got seven other possible candidates as well."

An expression of disgust on her ambitious face now, the career cunt replied, " All right..., yes, I want the interview...I’m still interested."

" Great..., is it ok of you fly in here next weekend on a Saturday...the company’ll pay for the plane ticket...you can stay overnight at a motel...fly back the next day...all expesses paid."

" That’s fine...in fact..., I think I’ll even have fun doing it, the trip alone’ll be worth the effort."

" Ok..., I’ll schedule you in for Saturday at three in the afternoon...you should be here by then...just book an early flight."

" No problem."

When a few more details and directions were ironed out, Helen hung up the phone and grinned to herself, saying, " Ok..., now for the real test....I’m gonna get that job...he doesn’t know it yet, but I’m already hired..., ha, ha...!"

Thinking, the woman realized that she couldn’t go on the plane with the metal needle, it would obviously be detected. As a result, the lady strolled into her bathroom, removed an eye dropper, and then got the syringe. Going into the bedroom, she looked down at her husband and then raised him up.

" What are you doing..., please, put me down!"

" Fuck you..., asshole.", replied his wife as she removed the needle’s cap and stuck the pointy thing into his leg, extracting a few more drops of blood.

" No, no, that hurts like hell!"

" It’s the only reason I bother to keep you alive...otherwise you’d be dead a long time ago..., jerk!"

The liquid extracted from his tiny body, Helen returned Joe to the glass and again fed him his "dinner", spitting down at him, giving Joe a nice thick wad of mucus from her throat. Slowly, the wicked lady injected his blood from the needle to the plastic dropper. That done, she recapped the syringe and replaced it back to where she kept it. In the kitchen now, Helen placed the dropper into a clear plastic lunch bag and simply stored it in the refrigerator.

With early Saturday morning here at last, Helen put a few things together in a small suitcase, placed the dropper in her purse, dressed her herself in her black knee high stiletto boots together with her black skirt suit, and was ready to leave when she said to her tiny husband still imprisoned in the glass, " Ok, little asswhipe...I’ll be back in two days...be good, oh, and yes..., here’s more to eat. Slowly, she worked up a large amount of spit and released the gross stuff right down on him, laughing afterward as she left the suite and went down to her car.

At the airport, sexy Helen pulled into the long term parking area and went in toward the checkout. After going through all the scanners and whatever else, she was finally on the plane, her suitcase below in the cargo area.

To her surprise, the flight didn’t take as long as she thought, the wheels of the craft striking the runway and finally coming to a halt. Her suitcase retrieved, Helen called a cab which took her to a motel she found in the same phone book that she located the taxi service.

In her room, she again dialed the cab company, reserving a taxi for two fifteen in the afternoon. That done, she puttered around somewhat, ate lunch, and watched some TV until it was time to leave again. Taking up her purse, the lady left the building, seeing the cab come around the corner. Getting in, she ordered, " To the Key Tower."

" Yes ma’am.", replied the guy, driving off to Cleveland’s Public Square.

When he got there, Helen paid him and got out. Strolling away, she finally entered the main lobby of the tallest building in the city and went up to the information desk, asking, " I’ve got a three o’clock appointment with Mr. Parker...where do I go?"

" Yes ok.", answered the lady, " Just take that elevator up to the fifty third floor, his office is suite 5122."

" All right...thanks."

After the machine took her up, Helen stepped out and followed the arrows until she stood before his office. Opening the door, she was greeted with a lady’s voice, " Hello, can I help you?"

Looking to her right, the brunette saw a foxy blond siting there, dressed in a blue skirt suit and dark blue pumps. In reply, Helen answered, " I’m Helen...here for the three o’clock interview."

After glancing down at a calendar on her desk, the secretary said, " Ok..., yes, I got you written down."

Reaching for a button on her desk, the lady pressed it and said into the intercom, " Mr. Parker?"

" Yes?", replied a male’s voice.

" Your three o’clock appointment is here."

" Great...send her in."

" Yes sir."

Her hand off the button, the secretary looked at Helen and said, " Ok...you can go in now."

" Thanks.", replied the dark-haired woman, walking up to another door in the suite and opening it.

When she stepped inside and closed the entrance behind her, Helen heard, " Hello, here..., take a seat.", as the guy momentarily stood up, sat back down, and pointed with his hand toward a seat across from his on the other side of his desk.

" Thanks.", answered Helen, parking her gorgeous butt.

Glancing down at her resume, Mr. Parker said, " So you wanna be promoted, get a regional position...; ok, five years as a manager at the Crawford bank...not bad."

" Yes...I really think I’m qualified for this job."

" According to your resume, you sure are."

Going on, the guy started asking all kinds of routine questions, speaking about this or that, feeling her out until he simply inquired, " Care for a cup of coffee or something?"

Realizing her opportunity, Helen quickly responded with, " Yes...sure."

" Ok.", replied Sam, calling his sexy secretary over the intercom, saying, " Jane, bring in two cups of coffee, one for me and one for the lady here."

" Yes Sir."

While they waited for the brew, Sam said, " Like I told you on the phone a few days back, I’ve got other people interested in the job as well...so don’t be surprised if you’re passed up."

" I understand.", was all she said as the door opened and in stepped good looking Jane, two coffee cups in her hands, her nice ass swaying back and forth beneath the blue skirt.

Both cups placed now on the desk, Jane turned around and left, closing the door. When Helen and Sam were alone again, Helen suddenly burst forth, " What’s that?"

" What...what’s what?", asked Sam, seeing the brunette point toward the right side of the window behind him.

" That...overthere!"

As the guy turned back to look, Helen quickly reached into her purse, pulled the dropper from the black hand bag, and then squeezed a drop or two into his coffee, the cup he already reached for, the stuff sitting right before him. With lightening speed, the psycho-lady pulled her hand back and returned the dropper when he finally turned back around and asked, " What are you talking about...I don’t see any thing unusual?"

" Ah..., oh, I thought I saw something...but it was probably nothing."

Measuring the lady off for a moment, his eyes going from her face to her waist and then back again, Mr. Parker reached for his cup and took a sip, saying, "Good stuff, try some."

The cup to her lips, Helen did the same until she had it all consumed, Sam also finishing his off.

Right when he was about to ask her another question, Sam stood up, held his head, and remarked, " I don’t know...I feel funny."

Getting up as well, the booted woman circumnavigated his desk and stood right next to him and inquired with humor in her words, " What’s wrong?"

" Not sure...I ah..., what...?"

Her arms folded now, Helen said, " You’re shrinking...look at you..., getting smaller and smaller."

" It can’t be...what did you do?"

" Put something in you coffee...ha, ha!"

" I don’t get it!"

Down to three and a half feet and still shrinking, the midget of a man, his clothes all loose, quickly leaned over to the intercom on his desk and pressed the button, yelling, " Jane..., help!"

" Fuck!", scream Helen to herself as Sam finally shrank all the way down to an inch, the little naked guy crawling off his clothes and standing upon the floor’s tile, looking up at Helen’s boots which loomed before him, appearing like the footwear of a giant!

Suddenly, the office door opened. Frightened, the tiny guy nevertheless started running toward his secretary, yelling up to the sexy lady, " Jane, Jane..., help, down here!"

Her sexy blue pumps striking the floor, the blond asked, " Where’s Mr. Parker...didn’t he just call for me...sounded like he was in some kind of trouble."

" Jane..., please, down here!", yelled Sam, looking up along the lady’s legs, even getting a good view up her skirt.

" Ma’am...what was that...I heard something?", asked the secretary of Helen.

" Ah..., I didn’t hear anything."

For a moment, Jane gazed down at her feet, seeing her reduced boss. As confusion and surprise crossed her pretty face, the secretary finally burst forth, " What the hell...?"

Squatting now, Jane reached for the little guy and asked, " What happened to you...I’ve just gotta be dreaming?"

At the top of his lungs, the tiny man yelled, " She did it...she’s got something that can shrink people...she put it in my coffee!"

Inquiry in her blue eyes, Jane gazed up at Helen when she was suddenly met with the sight of a paper weight coming fast down toward her head.

" No...!", cried the blond right before the heavy brass thing crashed upon her skull, throwing her to the floor, dazing her, knocking her out half way.

As tiny Sam fell from Jane’s hand back to the tile, Helen quickly returned to her purse and retrieved the dropper, the plastic thing still having a few more drops of her husband’s blood in it. Strolling back to the dazed woman, Helen squatted, grabbed Jane by the hairs, forced her head back, and then shoved the dropper into the blond’s mouth, squeezing it afterward.

Not fully aware of things, Jane accidentally swallowed some of the stuff. A few moments later, the woman began shrinking, shrinking right out of her clothes, getting smaller and smaller until she was also down to an inch.

With no mercy whatsoever, Helen stood up straight, gazed down at poor little Jane laying inside her own underwear, and then raised her right stiletto masterpiece. Quickly, the brunette brought down her boot, crushing the little secretary, twisting the woman’s remains into the crotch area of her own panties, turning her into nothing but a stain, making it look as if she forgot to use a tampon for her monthly cycle!

Laughing away, Helen then turned around, looked down at the floor, and said, " Now where’d the little bastard go...where the fuck are you?"

Her eyes searching all over, she finally saw him standing against the opposite wall, shaking with fear. As he stood there, the helpless tiny man looked straight ahead, seeing her awesome high heeled and shinny boots come closer and closer.

" Please, ma’am...don’t hurt me..., please!"

With one hand on her hip and her weight shifted, Helen came to a halt before him and asked, " So..., who’s been hired for that new job?"

Getting the message, he quickly replied, " You..., you got the job!"

" That’s right, asshole, now you’re gonna sign a form I’m gonna write up that says I’m hired for the position..., right?"

" Yes ma’am!"

Knowing that she couldn’t just take his job, at least not yet, that would generate too much suspicion, especially after his disappearance, Helen strolled over to Jane’s work area and typed up a form explicitly saying that she’s hired. When it was all ready, the dark-haired bitch returned to Sam’s office and squatted, saying, " Here..., sign this."

With a pen she gave him, the helpless creature struggled at placing his signature upon the paper. After some effort, he finally got it down when the lady stood straight again, made a copy of it with a nearby Xerox machine, and then said down to the tiny individual, Ok..., I’m gonna leave the original on your desk..., when whoever finds it Monday morning, they’ll know I’m hired , ha, ha...!"

" What are you gonna do with me?"

A smile on her face, Helen looked around for a moment until she saw the private lavatory going with his office. Taking up the guy, she marched with him straight into the smaller chamber and stopped before the open toilet bowl.

" No, don’t...please!", cried Sam as she dropped him in, turned around, lowered her skirt and panties, finally placing her ASS! upon the seat.

" Helen, please!", yelled the man, her piss spraying down at him, turning the water yellow, a darker and darker yellow.

Finished, Helen got up, raised her clothes, and then flushed the toilet, sending him to his death!

Back in his office, she took up both his clothes and the secretary’s attire together with the dropper. The dropper returned to her purse, Helen carried the clothing and her had bag out of the suite and strolled down the hall. Stopping before the elevator, she hit the button, waited till the doors slid open, and then stepped in. Once inside the contraption, the lady allowed it to take her all the way down to the parking garage. Down there, she went to a large garbage bin and disposed of the clothing, placing the stuff under some other trash, making sure no one would find it before it’s picked up, most probably Monday morning.

All set, the ambitious lady took the elevator back to the first floor, left the building, called a cab, and was taken back to the motel. Alone, Helen smiled and congratulated herself, using her secret to promote her own selfish ends, looking forward to a life where she’d rise higher and higher, working herself to some of the top positions in the corporate world while her helpless husband remained nothing but a toy, a very small and insignificant extension of her dominant personality.

The End
 
 
 

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