Meg’s Little Secret
“ Can’t wait to get outta here...man do I need a fucken cigarette...I need one now!”
“ Day’s almost over, Meg..., just relax!”
“ Sue...I hate this job...I hate my life...I hate the whole fucken world...it just ain’t fair!”
“ What ain’t fair?”, asked the old gray-haired lady.
Making a sigh, the sexy twenty six year old brunette, with her hairs raised to her head’s top, replied while cutting a cardboard box open with her utility knife, “ The fact that I gotta live like this...why are some people poor and others rich...the motherfuckers who own this fucken company reap it in...and me..., well..., I gotta work...work in this damn fucken stock room, hanging clothes all day...up on these fucken racks...over and over...the same old fucken shit!”
“ That’s how it is, Meg..., but look at the bright side...you got your own place.”
“ An old run down apartment in that fucken neighborhood...that whole side of town’s going to the dogs!”
“ Well...whatever...you’re young...you got your whole life ahead of you!”
“ A whole life of hell...pure fucken hell!”
No matter what Sue said, Meg only saw the negative in everything as she continued to work, dressed in well fitting blue jeans, knee high black leather boots going up into her pants, and a black T-shirt that hugged her upper frame, revealing the outlines of her bra!
At last, it was four o’clock, quitting time.
“ Yea..., cool get to go home!”, exclaimed Meg as she tossed the knife to the side and headed to the employee lounge, punching her time card. Out in the front lot of the huge Wal-mart store, Meg quickly went to her old light blue Topaz. After her terrific and beautiful ass was behind the wheel, Meg reached over to her purse on the passenger seat and removed a cigarette, firing up afterward, saying, “ Oh yea...a cigarette...finally, why the fuck can’t they let me smoke in the stock room...what’s the fucken problem..., oh well...who cares...I’m off...!”
She put the thing into gear and drove away, headed to ‘the other side of town’, the only area she could afford to life in, her pay check too small for anything better. Finally, Meg pulled into her street and drove down toward the old four suite brownstone in which she lived. However, as was her habit, she parked her car in front of the home right next to the apartment building, this dwelling being an old two story single family house. After the engine was cut, her car’s passenger side door aimed at the house, sexy Meg grabbed her purse, raised her butt, and stepped out of the Topaz. Suddenly she was met by a woman’s scream, “ Didn’t my husband talk to you already...don’t park your piece of junk before our house...my husband wants that space when he comes home from work later on...He told me he talked to you!”
Looking toward the home’s front porch, Meg saw some middle aged fat ugly blond standing there dressed in jean cutoffs, a tank shirt, and barefoot. Somewhat pissed by the woman’s outburst, Meg yelled back, “ Yea lady..., he talked to me...but I told him the same thing I’m now gonna tell you..., it’s first come first serve...it’s a public street...just because it’s in front of your run down shithole doesn’t mean you own it...the curb’s public property!”
“ It’s just the point...you can park five hundred feet down the street there...in front of the old machine shop..., there’s always room there...no one parks there...!”
“ Like I said...it’s first come...first serve...he can park there..., if his car’s here first...then I’ll park there...first come, first serve!”
“ I’m gonna tell him...he’ll be over tonight...he’ll give you a piece of his mind.”
“ He can have a piece of my ass...he’d probably like that...I can’t imagine he’s too excited about yours..., man are you ugly...the ugliest bitch I’ve ever seen!”
“ Fuck you!”
“ Kiss my ass...blond bitch!”
“ My husband’ll fix you tonight...he’s not the type that takes shit!”
“ You’re both full of shit!”
With that, the fat lady went back inside and slammed the front door.
Shaking her head, good looking Meg strolled over to the building in which she lived and went in, going up two flights of stairs. After she unlocked the door and stepped inside, Meg said to her self, “ Damn this heat...man is it hot...this summer’s the hottest yet!”
Quickly, she opened all the windows and turned on the three fans she had, the lady too poor to afford an airconditioner. Her purse tossed to the old worn out livingroom sofa, Meg went into the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. The thing in hand, she returned to the livingroom and flopped her ass to the couch, drinking away at the black brew, a fresh cigarette fired up as well.
The coffee consumed, she got up and turned on her sterio, something she got for free at the donation center. With some toons playing, Meg went back to the kitchen and prepared supper for herself. After the meal was consumed and the dishes washed, Meg looked at her watch and remarked, “ Hmmmm....after five thirty already...guess the asshole next door’s gonna be home soon.”
It didn’t take ten more minutes and a very rude knock fell upon her front door. Meg opened it and looked straight into the eyes of some dirty looking guy, the man just coming home from a day’s work in the steel mills.
“ Your cars in front of my house!”, yelled the man, really getting into her face, “ I thought I already told you I don’t want your piece of shit in front of my house!”
“ And I told you that you don’t own the street!”
“ That’s not the point...I work all day in the mills...I’m tired...I don’t wanna walk any further than I have to!”
“ Oh..., and I don’t work...what do you think I do...sit around all day on the job...not everyone’s fortunate to stay at hone all day like your wife...the ugly bitch yelled at me too today!”
“ You keep her out of this!”
“ Then you tell her to stay outta my face...and that goes for you too, motherfucker!”
“ I want your shit thing away from my house!”
“ Go to hell...it stays there...you ain’t got the fucken right to push me around!”
“ Move your car!”
“ I said get outta my face, jerk! If you ain’t gone in five seconds...I’m calling the cops...have you charged with harassment!”
“ We’ll see about that...bitch...we’ll see about that!”
A dirty look on his face, the guy turned around and left.
After Meg slammed her door shut, the foxy lady simply mumbled to herself, “ I just gotta do something for myself...gotta get outta this damn neighborhood...no one lives here but scum...that’s all you got here...trash and scum...half of the people on this fucken street are pushers and shit...man...I just gotta move outta here...if only I could make more money...I knew I should’ve gone to college...why didn’t I...?”
Somewhat tired, Meg fired up a fresh cigarette and made herself another cup of coffee. Since it was hot and humid in her apartment, the lady decided to step out onto her front porch and sit there for a while. However, after she parked her gorgeous ass to a wooden chair on the same porch, Meg happen to glance down toward the curb before her neighbor’s house. Suddenly, she ripped her butt from the seat and exclaimed, “ Shit...fucken shit..., that bastard..., that motherfucker...how dare he...I swear...this is it!”
Totally pissed, Meg quickly went downstairs and over to her car.
“ Man...this is crap!”, yelled Meg as she stared down at the passenger side door, the word ‘bitch’ spray painted to the metal, displayed in huge black letters!
Meg turned around and stormed up the steps leading to her neighbor’s front door. Frantically, she pounded on the wooden panel. Finally, the guy answered with, “ What the fuck do you want?”
Turning around, she pointed at her car and rudely asked, “ What’s that all about?”
“ What...what are you talking about?”
“ That...see that...on my car’s door!”
In a more relaxed and humorous tone, the guy looked forth and said, “ Hmmmm...looks like someone spray panted the word ‘bitch’ on your car...why would anyone wanna do that...you seem like such a nice lady.”
“ Don’t get funny with me...you’re gonna pay...you’re gonna pay to have that fixed!”
“ Hey...wait a fucken minute, lady..., I didn’t do that!”
“ C’mon...I know it was you...who else...you did it right when you left my place.”
“ Did you see me with a spray can in my hand...did you see me do it?”
“ Ah..., no, but...”
“ Then get the fuck away from me...and while you’re at it...move your piece of shit!”
“ I might just call the cops...report this!”
“ Go ahead...in fact..., I think I’ll call the cops myself...charge you with ‘harassment’...you’re on my property!”
Realizing she had no proof, Meg simply made a frustrated sigh, turned around, and went back to her car where she opened the driver’s side door, lowered her ass, and started the engine, driving down the street until she reached the old machine shop. There, the lady pulled along side the curb and parked the Topaz.
After she got out, Meg strolled back to the dilapidated brownstone and went up to her apartment, slamming the door shut and then screaming to herself, “ Bastard...I know he did it...I know he did...motherfucker!”
Having nothing else to, Meg simply spent the rest of the evening reading
something until it was time to turn in. While she sat in the tub all naked,
Meg remarked to her own ears, “ Guess I’ll just stop at the auto-parts
store tomorrow after work...get some blue spray paint and touch it up myself.”
Meg crawled into bed naked and fell to sleep. The next morning she awoke to the sound of the alarm and got dressed, drinking some coffee and eating breakfast. Finally, dressed in similar clothes as yesterday and a fresh cigarette between her lips, Meg left and went to work.
Like always, the day dragged on and on. However, quitting time eventually came around and Meg left the store, got into her car, and drove off. Before she got home, Meg pulled into the rear lot of some shabby looking auto-parts store. Happy to have the lot all to herself, Meg parked her car next to a tree growing at the lot’s edge. She raised her ass and got out of the Topaz, obviously taking her black leather purse with her. After she circumnavigated the structure, Meg entered the front door, greeted by some old guy’s voice, “ Can I help you?”
All alone except for the old man, Meg replied, “ Yea...got any spray paint...wanna touch up something on my car.”
“ Down that isle...over there.”, said the man as he pointed to his right.”
“ Ok...thanks.”
Meg went over and took up a can whose color label indicated light blue. Satisfied with her selection, the brunette went up to the front counter, paid for it, and left, returning to the rear of the building.
Eager to get ‘bitch’ removed from the passenger side door, Meg reached into the paper bag holding the can and removed the metal thing, saying to herself, “ May as well do it here...no one around.”
The can’s cap removed, Meg squatted before her vehicle and aimed the nozzle in the passenger door’s direction. After she pressed down on the plastic button with her index finger, Meg was surprised to see a clear fluid spray forth instead of the expected blue.
“ Fuck...nothing goes right for me...nothing!”
However, she suddenly stood straight and stepped back when the lady noticed something very strange. Eventhough she zapped the car with only one little squirt of the stuff, the same liquid quickly spread itself out thin, thinner and thinner until it engulfed the whole car, like magic!
“ What the hell...how could...?”
Next, the Topaz started glowing, a bright yellow glow, like some neon sign!
“ Holy shit...this is weird...and I mean weird!”
Right before her eyes, the car started to shrink, getting smaller and smaller! In less than thirty seconds, the glowing stopped and the fine liquid surface vanished; her car was now reduced, shrunk to the size of a toy!
“ No...how can this be...how?”
Nevertheless, despite her shock and excitement, Meg held herself together and said, “ Ok....I don’t think the guy in there knows about this...it’s some kind of freak accident...unique only to this can...ok...what should I do?” Upon a few more moments of reflection, Meg said, “ Take it all home with me...tell no one...that’s probably the best thing to do!”
Looking back and forth for a second, Meg picked up the shrunken car which was less than a foot long and placed it into the brown paper bag given to her by the clerk. After stuffing the spray can into her purse, Meg left the lot and strolled out onto the main throughway where she walked a little further and eventually came to a halt at a bus stop. Finally, the bus came and Meg got on board.
After she got off, Meg strolled down her street and then went up to her apartment. Inside, she eagerly went into the kitchen and parked her ass into one of the chairs going with the old rusted table. Her eyes wide open, Meg removed the car from the bag and studied it, totally intrigued with the reduced thing.
“ Look at that...it’s my car all right...all the same...down to the smallest detail...I can’t believe this...this is amazing...fucken amazing.
A little more relaxed now, Meg removed the can from her purse and stared at it as well, saying. “ Yea...it’s gotta be a freak accident...I think I remember something said in one of my chemistry classes back when I was in school....something about certain chemicals, when under pressure can alter the subatomic properties of things...something like that...”
Curious, Meg aimed the can’s nozzle at a nearby vase siting on the same table. After she zapped it with only a small amount of the spray, the same thing happened, the vase was engulfed by the liquid as it thinned out, then the vase glowed, then it shrank; after it was shrunk, the glow and the liquid disappeared, leaving only the shrunken object behind!
“ This is crazy...and I mean crazy!”
Suddenly, an idea entered her mind, “ Yea...why not..., yea! I can get even with that bastard and his ugly fat wife...yea!” She went on, “ And another thing...there’s a bank in the mall across from that fucken Wal-Mart..., I wonder...”
Another voice inside of her next said, “ No...don’t..., it ain’t right...that’s...well...it’s murder...not just the jerks next door..., but the people at the bank as well...no...”
Meg leaned her head to the side and answered herself, “ Fuck it...who cares...I wanna be rich...get outta this fucken neighborhood...I’ll do it...yea!”
Her mind made up, Meg threw the brown bag away and took up the car, placing it upon the kitchen counter, behind the coffee brewer. For the next two hours, Meg did this and that, making herself coffee and supper, cleaning up the kitchen afterward, her nerves as hard as steel now.
At last, it was past five thirty in the afternoon. Going out to her front porch, Meg sat down and waited. Three minutes later, her neighbor came home from work, parking his car in front of his own home. To herself, Meg said, “ Hope you’re real happy coming home and finding the spot vacant..., enjoy the moment...it ain’t gonna last much longer...not even a few minutes.” Eager for revenge, Meg raised her nice ass and looked around, seeing no one else in the immediate area. As a result, she yelled down to the man as he got out of his car, “ Hey asshole...I wanna talk to you about something...about what you did to my car!”
He looked up and replied, “ I said I didn’t do it...so go to hell, bitch!”
“ I’m serious...I wanna talk..., now!”
A pissed off and frustrated look on the guy’s face, he nevertheless complied, saying, “ Yea, yea..., ok.”
The man slowly ventured over to the front of the old brownstone and went through its main entrance. After he ascended the stairs, he found Meg standing at her suite’s door, waiting for the guy.
“ What do want?”
“ Come in.”
“ There ain’t shit to talk about...you can’t prove crap.”
“ Just get in here.”
When the man stood in her livingroom, Meg closed the door and said, “ I’ll be back in a second.”
The guy just stood there as Meg went out to the kitchen, grabbed the spray can, and returned. Before he had a chance to say anything, Meg aimed the nozzle at him and yelled, “ Here fuckhead...take this...this is for you!”
“ What...what the...!”
“ That’s right, asshole...look at yourself...just look at yourself!”
He gazed down at his own frame and screamed, “ I don’t understand...I’m...”
“ Yep..., you’re shrinking...get smaller and smaller..., ha, ha!”
In no time, he was reduced all the way down to an insignificant two inches in height!
First, the confused and frightened man looked straight at her boots, then moved his gaze upward, finally looking up into her eyes.
“ How the hell did you do this?”
“ I don’t know...I bought this can here of spray paint to touch up my care after you sprayed ‘bitch’ on its door...when I tried to paint the car, it...well...it just shrank...some freak thing with the stuff in the can...weird...wouldn’t you say!”
“ Please get me help!”
Meg set the can to the side and replied, “ Fuckyou..., creep...you did that to my car!”
“ No I didn’t!”
With revenge in her eyes, Meg squatted and pinched the guy by the back of his shirt, going with him into the kitchen where she turned on the gas and dangled him over one of the stove’s burners!
“ That hurts...no, please!”
“ You sprayed that word on my car..., right?”
“ Ok..., ok..., yes!”
“ Good...glad you finally tell the truth!”
After she turned off the burner, sexy Meg stripped the man naked and placed him to the kitchen table, asking, “ What’s your damn phone number?”
Terrified now of Meg, he quickly gave her the number. A smart and conceited expression on her face, the brunette ventured over to her phone in the same room and dialed the number, finally getting a female voice.
“ Hey bitch..., you fat ugly slut..., you’re the lady who lives next door..., right?”
“ Who is this?”
“ Can’t you tell...I’m your neighbor...the woman who lives in the apartment building next to your crummy house!”
“ What do you want...how’d you get my number?”
“ Your husband gave it to me...he’s here right now!”
“ Let me talk to him!”
“ I think you should get up here...he’s really here, just came home from work..., look out your window, you’ll see his car parked in front of your house.”
“Um...yea, ok..., you’re right...but why can’t I talk to him.”
“ Just get your fat ugly ass up here!”
“ I’ll be up there...tell you a thing or two, bitch!”
Two minutes after she hung up the phone, Meg heard the expected knock on her front door.
Excited, Meg went out to the livingroom and answered, seeing the lady stand right in front of here, the blond yelling, “ Where’s my husband?”
“ Just step inside.”
After the woman was in Meg’s livingroom with the door shut, the brunette
reached over for the spray can and quickly zapped the woman, shrinking
her down to two inches as well. Slowly, Meg squatted and placed her right
hand before the blond, saying, “ Step on my hand.”
“ But how...why...what’s going on!”
“ Step on my hand or I’ll step on you, bitch!”
Frightened and confused, the lady complied.
Meg ripped the woman’s clothes off and strolled back to the kitchen, placing the reduced lady next to her tiny husband.
“ What’s going on her, Mark?”, asked the guy’s wife.
“ I don’t know, Beth..., she shrank us with a spray can...said it shrinks things.”
“ That’s right...you two pathetic pieces of shit...you’re mine now!”
“ What do you want from us?”, cried little helpless Beth up to the giant looking brunette standing next to the table.
“ Revenge, lady...that’s what I want...revenge!”
“ For what?”
“ For what your asshole husband did to my car and simply because I hate you two...don’t like your looks!”
“ Please...!”, yelled Beth.
“ Fuck you...you’re so ugly, even the flies that sit on dog shit get up and take off when you show your face!”
“ C’mon..., ma’am...please...try to return us to normal.”, yelled Mark.
“ Well...well..., now its ‘ma’am’, what happened to ‘bitch’...and by the way...my name’s Meg..., ok?”
“ Please Meg...don’t hurt us!”
For the next few seconds, Meg stared down at them until she said to Mark, “ You dream about me...don’t you?”
“ What?”
“ Oh c’mon...when you’re laying in bed next to this ugly thing here...and she’s asleep, you probably whack off thinking about that ‘hot and sexy lady next door’, right?”
“C’mon...please be serious!”
“ I am serious...you jack off when you think about me..., right...you got to...I mean...you can’t get too much from this ugly bitch here...she can’t get you going...she just can’t!”
“ Meg...we never did anything to you...just that thing with your car...that’s all, please be reasonable...help us!”
“ Fuckyou...here, I’ll give you a little of what you want!”
Before both tiny individuals, Meg removed her T-shirt and then took off her bra, revealing her tits! Slowly, she took hold of both breasts and squatted slightly before the table, shoving her two succulent mounds right in front of them, saying, “ Here you go, Mark..., come here and kiss my right one...kiss the nipple, that goes for you too, bitch...kiss the left nipple...do it...worship my tits!”
“ C’mon!”
Meg slammed her fist to the table and screamed, “ Do it or you’re both dead!”
Frightened, they went up to her tits and kissed away at her nipples, making themselves look like real fools, Meg laughing herself sick!
Five minutes later, the brunette pulled her chest away, stood straight, rotated her frame, and then lowered her pants and panties to her knees, pushing her ass to the table’s edge!
“ Kiss my ass...both of you...kiss it!”
Afraid for their lives, they did as ordered, pushing their tiny faces against her butt’s left side, paying respect to her backside!
“ Man is this great or what...got both of you kissing my ass...that’s perfect...I love this!”
She let them go on for about ten minutes until she finally pulled up her clothes and put her bra and shirt back on. Next, Meg went over to the coffee brewer and reached behind it, talking up her reduced car, strolling back to the table with it, placing the thing down next to the two little naked ones. She then went out to the livingroom and grabbed the spray can, returning to the kitchen afterward.
Eager for more fun, Meg reached into her pants pocket and removed her keys, also removing the car’s ignition key from the ring. Gently, Meg placed the key to the table and zapped it with the spray, shrinking it down.
“ Ok..., go get that key, then get in the car...you know..., my car...the thing with ‘bitch’ spray painted on the side..., the bitch mobile..., ha, ha!”
Naked Mark went over and picked it up, strolling to the reduced Topaz afterward, Beth going over to the passenger side, taking a seat. When both people where inside, Mark behind the wheel, Meg said, “ Start the car!” Obediently, the guy stuck the key into the ignition and started it.
As they sat in the vehicle and looked out the window, they saw Meg’s hand come down to the roof of the thing and pick it up. Gently, Meg placed the car to the kitchen floor, saying, “ Let’s see if you can get away from me..., ha, ha!”
Full of fear, Beth yelled, “ Drive away...drive...it’s our only chance!”
Mark stuck the thing into drive and took off, headed out to the livingroom!
“ Hey...look at that...look at my car go...cool!”, said Meg.
As Mark stared into the rear view mirror, he saw the lower part of Meg’s frame, the lady standing now with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly apart.
“ Where should we go?”, cried Mark over to his wife as they entered the living room, driving next to the sofa.
“ Go under the couch!”
Mark steered the thing under the piece of furniture, turning on the lights afterward so he could see where he’s going. A few moments later, Meg entered the livingroom and said to herself, “ Hmmm...where could they be?” She looked around and finally knelt before the sofa, looking under it, her face pressed to the floor, her nice ass arched upward.
“ There you are...and turn off the fucken bright lights...you hurt my eyes!”, mocked the giant looking lady.
“ Let’s get outta here!”, cried Beth.
The guy hit the accelerator and took off out from under the thing, emerging at one end of the sofa, hearing Meg yell, “ Hey...get back here!”
Faster and faster went the car as Mark accelerated away, headed back from where he came. Again, he looked in the rear view mirror, seeing Meg’s frame, her boots getting closer and closer!
“ She’s gonna get us!”, screamed Mark, “ I can’t go any faster with this thing!”
After he went through the kitchen, Mark found himself going down a dimly lit short hall, having two rooms connected to it. Not knowing what else to do, he went into one of the chambers and suddenly found himself driving right up to a huge looking white fixture.
“ We’re in the bathroom!”, cried Beth.
Mark stopped, put the thing in reverse, and back up a little, turning around. When the car was in drive again, he was about to speed forward when his eyes fell upon Meg’s boots and legs!
“ We’re trapped!”, said Beth.
“ I’ll try to make it around her!”
Like crazy, Mark floored the pedal and raced toward the brunette! However, when he got to the base of her right boot, Meg raised her foot and brought it down on top of the car’s roof, using just enough force to stop the thing, its drive wheels turning and turning now, burning rubber as Mark keep his bare foot to the pedal, trying to break free.
“ She’s got her foot down on the car...I can get this thing to move!”
While her high heeled leather masterpiece held the vehicle in place, Meg bent low and finally picked the thing up, moving the car toward her face. Inside, Mark and Beth stared straight into her dark eyes, fear and terror written all over the two tiny people.
“ Ha, ha, guess you lose!”, said Meg as she forced the driver’s side door open and tilted the car, allowing both Mark and Beth to fall into the palm of her free hand.
Wishing to get rid of them now, Meg turned her car upside down and placed it into the bathroom sink, turning on the water, causing the vehicle to stall.
“ No..., Meg, please...no!”, cried both tiny ones as the brunette dropped them into the open toilet bowl.
“ Piss on you.”, was all she said as the lady turned around, lowered her pants and panties, and finally parked her ass to the toilet seat!
“ Please...get us out!”
“ I said piss on you...and I mean that literally!”
A second later, piss sprayed forth from Meg’s hairy pussy, going right down on Mark and Beth! When she was done, she got up, pulled her clothes back into place, and then flushed, sending both little people to their deaths!
Taking up the car again, Meg returned with it to the kitchen and broke it up into many tiny pieces, destroying it. Finished, she simply tossed it into the garbage along with Mark and Beth’s reduced clothes.
For the rest of the evening, Meg let her mind work away, thinking of what she’ll do tomorrow. Finally, she took a bath and turned in for the night.
The next morning Meg awoke and got dressed in her usual style of clothing, the jeans, boots, and a tight fitting T-shirt. Her coffee consumed and a fresh cigarette in her hand, Meg took up the phone and called the Wal-mart where she worked at.
“ Hi...can I speak with Paul...Paul the manager.”
“ Ok...hold on a second.”
A few moments later, the manager got on, saying, “ Yes?”
“ It’s me..., Meg, the stock room girl.”
“ Oh hi Meg...what’s up?”
“ I have to quit my job...I’m not coming in any more.”
Making a sigh, Paul said, “ Ok...but can’t you at least try to give me some notice...two weeks or something?”
“ Sorry...I can’t.”
“ Well...ok, good luck with your new job or whatever.”
“ Thanks...bye.”
After she hung up the phone, Meg looked at her watch and said to herself, “ Ok...time to rent a car.”
Her purse in hand, she left her suite and strolled up to the bus stop, taking one of the huge things to the airport, going over to a car rental agency. There, she rented a black Torus for a day and drove it over to the mall, the same mall directly across from the Wal-Mart. She got out of the car and strolled inside. At a casual pace, sexy Meg ventured to the far end of the mall where a bank was located. Happy to see that the interior of the place wasn’t visible from the mall, no large glass windows, the brunette went inside and looked around, saying to herself, “ All right...just as I expected, its got a drop ceiling...those tiles aren’t more than seven feet from the floor.” Satisfied, the lady left the bank and went over to the other side of the mall’s main throughway, directly across from the bank. There, she entered a lavatory, going into the lady’s room. Pretending she had to use the toilet, Meg entered one of the stalls and closed the door behind her. She stepped up on top of the toilet and pushed up on one of the ceiling tiles, the drop ceiling low enough that she could stick her head up inside and look around.
“ Hey..., cool...looks like its an almost clear path to the other side...over to the bank.”
Happy with her find, Meg put the tile back in place and stepped off the fixture, finally leaving the restroom. Strolling along, Meg found a sporting goods store. Once inside, she bought herself one of the nylon rope ladders with a couple of sturdy metal hooks at one end, most commonly used to get up trees and stuff. She also purchased a gray backpack, the thing designed so it can be carried on one’s back or from one’s shoulder. The purchase made, Meg left the mall and returned home, parking the Torus in front of the old machine shop, leaving the role up ladder and backpack in the car’s trunk.
Upstairs in her apartment, she got things ready, packing a suitcase with some basics, her favorite clothes, toilet articles, and a few other things. She spent the rest of the day listening to music, smoking, drinking coffee, and reading a novel. At last, it was four thirty. Taking up the suitcase, her purse, and the spray can, Meg left her apartment for good and went down to the car. With the suitcase in the trunk, Meg lowered her ass behind the wheel and drove to that same mall, parking the car and getting out, taking the ladder and backpack from the trunk.
Like it was nothing, Meg strolled into the mall’s main area, the spray can in her purse. When she got to the end of the mall, by the bank, she happily realized that it just closed, knowing that the bank manager would still be inside, obviously having to stay a few minutes longer to close things up and get the place ready for the night. As a result, devious Meg turned around and entered the same lavatory she entered earlier in the morning. Again, she went into a stall and closed the door behind her. Listening carefully, she made sure no one else was there. Next, Meg stepped on top of the fixture and pushed up on the light ceiling tile. When it was moved to the side, Meg hooked the ladder’s top end into place on one of sturdy metal girders and let the nylon thing uncurl itself, falling to the base of her boots. Quickly, she crawled up and into the opening, taking the backpack with her, finally pulling up the ladder and pushing the tile back into place.
Leaving the ladder sit there, she started to slowly crawl and crawl, in the bank’s direction. At last, she was on the side of the mall’s throughway, directly above the money place. Looking forth, she saw a huge flat metal surface, saying to herself, “ Well...that must be the vault...too bad I can’t shrink it and take it all...don’t know how to return things to normal...oh well...that’s how it goes.”
Slowly, Meg partially lifted one of the tiles and looked down into the lighted area below.
“ Yep...there he is...right under me, the manager and some blond bitch...well... may as well do it.”
Meg reached into her purse and produced the spray can. Quickly, she pushed the tile all the way to the side and aimed the can’s nozzle straight down at the two people’s heads! Zap! Less than a minute later, they were both down to two inches in height, just standing there, fear and confusion on there faces!
Wasting no time, hot looking Meg lowered herself from the opening, stepping down to a table’s surface less than four feet below the ceiling. After that, she jumped to the floor and squatted before the little ones, saying, “ Ok...what’s the code...the vault’s security number...give it to me!”
“ What, how...!”, cried the little ones.
“ What’s the fucken code?”, yelled Meg.
Terrified of the giant looking lady, the manager guy gave her the number, saying, “ 58397hr4gx.”
“Say it again.”, ordered Meg.
After he repeated himself, she committed the number to short term memory and went over to the vault. Sure enough, after the number was entered into a small keypad built into the huge thing, the lock made a noise and the brunette pulled the metal door open. Quickly, she started grabbing cash. Not wishing to weigh herself down too much, she only took a hundred thousand bucks, stuffing the bills into the backpack. Finished, she left the vault and closed it, strolling back to the counter, yelling, “ Fuck...now where’d they go!”
Meg searched the floor in the immediate area, screaming, “ Damn myself...forgot that they’d most likely run off...should’ve stepped on ‘em after he gave me the code...fuck!”
Her heart racing now, the dark-haired lady placed the backpack to the floor and went down to her knees, looking under the counter, seeing no one. While her perfect ass was arched upward, Meg’s eyes went back and forth some more, looking around everywhere. Suddenly, after she turned her head, she exclaimed, “ Yea...there you are...you two little nothings...get over here!”
As fast as she could, the sexy woman got back to her feet and ran forth, toward the entrance.
“ Stop!”, cried Meg, knowing they were headed toward the front door, under the security beam, the front door’s alarm already set for the night, people working past closing always using the rear entrance to the bank, then setting that alarm as well.
Full of fear, the manager and the neatly dressed female employee finally made it to the front entrance, standing now at the door’s base, looking back now from where they came, seeing Meg’s frame approach, but stopping five feet short of them.
“ Fuck...damn it...!”, cried Meg, seeing three red security beams in front of her, the things going across her path, from one side of the narrow entrance way to the other, the first beam only a foot off the floor, the second one about three feet above the tile, and the highest one level with her eyes.
“ Get over here!”, yelled Meg.
No...please, ma’am..., please....don’t hurt us!”
“ I said get over here!”, demanded Meg as she went low again and reach under the first beam with her arm, trying to reach the two unfortunate ones. However, she couldn’t reach them, her arm was too short by about a foot.
“ Get over here...now!”
“ No...you’ll kill us!”, cried the tiny lady.
“ Fuck you..., bitch...I said get over here!”
The two tiny ones didn’t obey.
Frustrated, Meg stood up and looked around. Suddenly, her eyes fell upon a flag to one side of the customer service area, the thing standing upright, obviously suported by a pole.
“ Yea...that’ll do!”, remarked the brunette as she quickly went over and removed the flag from the aluminum pole.
Upon her return, she went down to her knees again and slowly moved the top end of the pole under the first and lowest beam, saying, “ Ha, ha..., there’s no escape...I’m gonna get you two...yes I will!”
Holding the pole steady, she moved it to the left, eventually trapping the two tiny ones between the wall and the pole, saying, “ Ok..., now get over here...walk to me or I’ll squash both of you up against the fucken wall!”
Terrified, they did as she said, slowly walking up to her, going under the beam.
Happy now, Meg grabbed both reduced individual and stuffed them into her left rear jean pocket, flush up against her ASS! Quickly, the brunette attached the flag back to the pole and returned it to its original position next to the service area. All set now, sexy Meg grabbed her purse and the backpack full of money, going over to the counter, above which was the opening in the ceiling, the same opening she came in from.
With some force, Meg tossed her purse, which again held the spray can, and the backpack upward, up into the rectangular hole. Then, she stepped on top of the counter, grabbed the ceiling’s metal support, and pulled her attractive frame upward. Once inside the ceiling area, Meg pushed the tile back into place, grabbed her purse and the money bag, and then finally crawled away, returning to the area above the lady’s rest room, to the same spot where she left the nylon rope ladder.
Caustionsly and quietly, Meg moved the tile to the side. However, directly below her was some woman, seated on the toilet, taking a shit.
To her self, Meg whispered, “ C’mon lady...hurry up...I ain’t got all
day.”
At last, the sandy- haired woman wiped her pretty ass, flushed, pulled
up her pants, and left, washing her hands before leaving the lavatory all
together.
Straining her ears, Meg made sure no one else was in the place. Afterward, she quickly lowered the ladder and then made her descent, obviously taking the backpack and purse with her. When the ladder was removed and the tile returned to its original position, Meg rolled up the nylon ladder and stuffed it into the money bag, right on top of the bills. That done, she reached down behind her frame, down by her ass, removing the two little ones.
“ What are you gonna do with us?”, asked the manager.
“ This...this is what I’m gonna do with you.”
“ No...please!”, cried the two tiny people as she simply dropped them into the toilet, turned around, and lowered her jeans and underwear!
“ All the excitement here’s got me all worked up...gotta take a piss..., ha, ha!”
Her naked ass parked to the fixture, Meg relieved herself right down on top of them, showing no mercy whatsoever, enjoying their plight! After she was done pissing, Meg raised her ass, pulled her clothes back into place, and then looked down at them, saying, “ This is fucken easy...gonna do this all the time...when the money here runs out...I’ll do it again..., bye, bye!”
“ Please...no!”
“ Fuckyou!”, was the last thing they heard as Meg hit the lever and flushed both little ones to oblivion!
Meg left the mall and returned to the rental car. After she lowered her beautiful ass behind the wheel, the lady drove back to the airport and dropped off the car, removing her suitcase from the trunk together with the backpack and obviously her purse.
With a fresh cigarette between her lips, Meg called a cab, the thing taking her to the nearest greyhound station. Once on board, Meg was free, the bus taking her to the other side of the country where she changed her name and enjoyed the money, using the spray can to replenish her stock of cash every now and then.
The End