Self Inflicted
Darkness, forever darkness, that’s what she liked, always doing things in the dark, all alone by herself, no friends, no pets, nothing, only herself and her thoughts.
Looking up toward the ceiling, sexy dark-haired Monica gazed at the dim light as the shadows danced to and fro, the seven candles in the room projecting their mystique throughout the enclosure, just the was she craved. Inside her apartment, late in the evening, Monica sat on her sofa and let her mind go in and out, thinking about this and that. At last, the twenty five year old brunette brushed her dark mane to the side and raised her nice looking ass from the cushion. Somewhat tired, she put out the candles. When the livingroom was completely dark, Monica left and ventured to the rear of her flat. Already dressed in her pajamas, the dark-eyed young lady crawled into bed. Moments later, she slowly drifted off to sleep, her body feeling lighter and lighter as she finally entered dream world.
“ Who are you?”, asked Monica of some nocturnal vision.
From everywhere, the stranger’s voice echoed lightly , flowing all around her as a mysterious fog engulfed everything, the strange individual saying, “ Who do you think I am?”
“ I...I’m not sure...you look like...”
“ Yea...that’s right...I look just like you...don’t I?”
Coming closer and closer, the person’s image presented itself to the woman, clearly revealing itself, causing Monica to exclaim, “You’re me...you look like me...what’s going on...I don’t understand?”
“ You know what you want, Monica..., right?”
“ What...what are you talking about..., why do I feel like I’m floating?”
“ You are...floating about within the confines of your own mind...forever distanced from yourself.”
Confused, Monica replied to her double, “ I don’t get it...what’s this all about...what do you want?”
In front of her, her duplicate was dressed as some phantom mistress, a dominatrix of doom, wearing thigh high black stiletto boots, a skimpy two piece black leather outfit, and long gloves of the same color going above her elbows. The image came a little closer yet and then said, “ You hate everyone...don’t you?”
Still confused, sexy Monica nevertheless replied, “ Well...I’m not too fond of company...I only have a job because I need the money, need to live...that’s about it.”
“ You hate the world, you look down at the rest of humanity...admit it...to yourself as well.”
“ Ok..., but I don’t understand...who are you...what are you?”
“ I’m you at the higher level...the realm of trandscendental perfection.”
“ The realm of what?”
“ I’m here to give you what you want...you love the darkness of mystique...you can have it...have it all...as long as you don’t...”
“ Don’t what? What are you talking about? I’m still confused!”
Suddenly and slowly, the lady’s image began to fade, disappearing into the lonely fog. As her frame vanished, she uttered these last words, “ Remember..., you’ve been given the power...now it’s yours...I’m from the higher realm...use it the right way, I’ve come to you...to you...to you...to you...” Her image grew fainter and fainter, finally disappearing all together.
Monica just stood there, all alone, surrounded by the fog, the fog which seemed to glow, glow in a vacuum, a void so dark that it engulfed everything! All around her was nothing, nothing but an errie feeling and a strange silence that penetrated her mind and being, digging deeper and deeper into her. She thought on and on, trying to make sense of it all. As her mind worked away, everything started to blacken, the fog getting denser and denser as well until at last, Monica lost consciousness, floating evercloser to the eternal womb of the unknown!
At six the next morning, Monica was startled by her alarm clock. Getting up, the hot looking young lady went over to the thing and turned it off. After yawning, she went out to the kitchen and made herself some coffee, mumbling to the air, “ I hate fucken Monday...just hate it.” When the black brew was ready, Monica poured herself a cup, drank it, ate some breakfast, and then returned to the bedroom. There, she slipped out of her nightclothes and strolled into the bathroom, parking her curvaceous ass to the toilet seat. After taking a piss, the good looking girl entered the shower and cleaned herself off. All done, she went back into the bedroom and got dressed, slipping into some black lingerie and black stockings. Monica put on a dark-blue skirt suit and then parked her butt to the bed. Finally, she reached over for her two elegant knee high black leather boots with elevated heels and put the beautiful things on.
All dressed now, Monica took up a brush from the dresser and fixed her hair. With that, the foxy lady went out to the livingroom, got a few other things together, and then left the suite, going down to her car parked in the building’s front lot. She got into her black Mustang and drove off to her job, working as a secretary at some office.
Down in the office building’s parking garage, the attractive brunette raised her ass from the driver’s seat and got out. She went to the elevator and took the thing to the twenty eigth floor. Monica stepped out and strolled down the hall, her boots striking the tile, the sound bouncing from the walls, adding more mystique to her already arcane looking figure.
At last, she entered an office and closed the door behind her.
“ Hi Monica...how’s it going?”
“ What kind of question is that, Julie...it’s Monday...how would I be doing..., like shit...what else?”
“ Oh c’mon...., life can’t be that bad.”, replied the sexy blond, dressed in a red business skirt suite, wearing pumps of the same color.
“ I know...it’s worst.”
“ Why...you don’t have any problems.”
“ Do we have to go on with this crap?”
“ Ok...whatever...just trying to say something...that’s all.”
Making a frustrated sigh, Monica went over to her work area, sharing the same room with Julie, both secretaries working for some software company from eight in the morning till four in the afternoon.
As the brunette sat there and got her desk and computer terminal ready for another day’s work, some guy entered the office, her boss, and said, “ Good morning ladies...guess you’re both ready for another week of work.”
“ Yea...right.”, mumbled Monica, showing her frustration and lack of enthusiasm.
“ C’mon..., Monica...you gotta get with it, we got lots of stuff to do this week..., I’m serious...you gotta work faster.”
“ Yea, Jeff..., ok...I get the idea.”
In a half joking and half serious way, her boss replied, “ Monica..., you really gotta do something about that attitude of yours...you really do.”
A pissed off and tired expression on the brunette’s face, Monica simply returned her attention to her desk and continued getting things ready.
“ I’ll be back out here in a few minutes...got more stuff for you ladies to work on.”, said Jeff as he entered his private office room and closed the door behind him.
After the door was shut, Monica looked over at Julie and said, “ I wish that fucken bastard would just drop dead..., I mean it...why doesn’t he just drop dead!”
“ Well...guess we got work to do.”, was all the blond could say as she parked her gorgeous rear behind her terminal and got busy herself.
Thirty minutes later, Monica gazed over at Julie and asked, “ Where is he...he said he’d be out shortly...got more stuff for us.”
“ I don’t know...that’s strange...usually he’s pretty fast on Monday’s...not like other people here.”
“ Don’t get personal with me, Julie...I was just wondering what takes the creep so fucken long.”
“ Why don’t you go up to the door and knock?”
Nodding her pretty head, Monica said, “ Yea...I think I’ll do just that.”
The brunette raised her ass and went over to the door. She knocked twice. No answer. Turning to the blond, Monica asked, “ Why ain’t he answering...he’s gotta be still in there...there’s no other way out.”
“ I don’t know...knock again.”
Monica knocked a few more times. Nevertheless, the guy didn’t answer. Curious now, Monica reached for the door knob and turned it. She found it unlocked and pulled it open. Suddenly, she yelled, “ Oh no..., Julie...call 911...hurry!”
“ What is it?”, said the blond as she got up and ventured over.
Julie held her hand to her chest and exclaimed, “ What the...is he alive?”
“ I don’t know...just call for help!”
Julie raced back to her desk and picked up the receiver, calling an ambulance.
Inside of his office now, Monica knelt down beside the guy who was laying on the floor, no sign of movement coming from his body. Julie returned seconds later with, “ They’re on their way!”
“ Ok...good...”, replied Monica, checking his pulse, saying, “ I don’t feel anything...he might be dead.”
Ten minutes later, paramedics raised into the suite, carrying all their equipment. When they saw the guy, they went up to him and checked his vital signs. It didn’t take long and one of the medical guys said, “ I’ sorry...but he’s dead...there’s nothing more we can do.”
In shock and disbelief, both Julie and Monica watched as the paramedics placed his body on a stretcher and wheeled him out. As they were doing this, some other guy dressed in a suit entered and asked, “ What’s going on here?”
“ Oh Bob..., it’s Jeff...!”, exclaimed Julie,, “ He died, died in his office!”
“ Died?”, inquired the senior manager, working in a nearby suite, saying further, “ What happened?”
“ We don’t know...he went in his office..., when he didn’t come out after a long time, Monica checked up on him...and then we found him...laying dead on the floor!”
Confusion in his face, Bob watched as the paramedics took Jeff to the elevator. He followed them, getting as much information as he could.
Back in the suite, Julie had distress written all over her. However, she still had enough in her to make a sarcastic remark, “ Guess you got your wish after all...didn’t you, Monica?”
“ What are you talking about?”
“ Isn’t that what you said right after Jeff walked into his office, ‘ I wish he’d drop dead’, right?”
“ Look..., just...whatever..., and if you really think about it...it’s not really our problem...they’ll just find some other jerk to boss us around...that’s all.”
“ You’re one hard person...you don’t feel too much for others, do you?”
“ Don’t worry about it.”
“ You’re cold.”
Frustrated with Julie’s remarks, Monica simply said, “ Yea...that’s right..., I’m cold...I’m an ice queen..., and you wanna know something else?”
“ What?”
“ Sometimes I really wish you’d just disappear...you get on my nerves sometimes!”
Before Julie could say something, her frame suddenly faded away, disappearing into thin air!
What the..., what the fuck!”, yelled Monica to herself, watching the blond turn into nothing, gone from the world as if she never existed!
“ I don’t..., I...”, stuttered the brunette, totally confused and surprised at what just happened.
Five minutes later, Bob returned, saying, “ Ok..., they left...I think everything’s under control...what a sad tragedy..., I hired him...not a bad guy.”
Looking at Monica, Bob then asked, “ What’s wrong...you look like you just saw a ghost....are you upset about Jeff?”
“ I..., yea...I don’t know...just don’t feel right...I’m...”
“ Well..., why don’t you take the rest of the day off...both of you, you and Julie..., by the way...where is she?”
“ I...I don’t know...she simply left.”, replied Monica, not knowing anything better to say.
“ Well...ok, whatever, that’s fine...just be here tomorrow.”
Nodding her head, Monica quickly left the suite, went to the elevator, then down to her car. After her beautiful ass was lowered behind the wheel, she started the engine and drove off, headed back to her place.
Up in her apartment, she locked the door and flopped down on the sofa, parking her butt. Totally confused, she just sat there for ten minutes, staring at the wall. Finally, she said to herself, “ Ok..., I wished he was dead and then he died...I wished Julie would disappear and she did...”
As her mind went on and on, Monica suddenly remembered the dream she had last night, causing her to mumble, “ Hmmmmm..., yea, didn’t that person also say I’ll get some power..., but how could that be...shit like that ain’t real?” She spoke on, “ But it must be..., I mean..., Julie actually disappeared, Jeff’s death could be a coincidence, but not Julie!”
Next, an idea hit her, “ All right..., let’s test this...I wish that a fresh bar of soap would appear on this livingroom table right in front of me.”
Suddenly, the thing she asked for materialized, sitting right there in front of her! Surprised, shocked, and curious all at once, sexy Monica lead forward and took up the thing, smelled it, and said, “ Holy crap...it’s real...it’s real soap!”
Again, she tested her assumption, “ I wish a dollar bill would appear on the table.”
Sure enough, a one dollar note appeared, just like the bar of soap.
“ This is fucken amazing...and I mean fucken amazing!”
It took another thirty minutes for the brunette to get her emotions under control, her hands shaking every now and then. Finally, she pulled herself together and said, “ Ok...why only a dollar?” Then she said, “ I wish I had a million dollars...right here, on the table, a million dollars in one hundred dollar bills!”
Just as she asked, the money appeared, one million American dollars!”
Monica took a long deep breath, grabbed some of the cash, ran it under her nose, and then exclaimed, “ Fucken yea...I don’t know how this happened...I really don’t know...and I don’t care...I’m rich, I’m free...fuck the world, fuck my job...the hell with everyone else...I’m my own boss from now one, hurray for me...fuck everyone else..., yea...yes...yea!”
Elated, Monica quickly raised her ass, removed her suit jacket, tossed it to the sofa, and marched into the kitchen where she picked up the phone and dialed Bob’s office.
When his secretary got on the line, she said, “ Hi..., this is Monica..., can I please talk with Bob?”
“ Ok...hold on.”
Bob finally got on the phone, saying, “ Yes?”
“ It’s me...Monica...I’m not coming back to work...not tomorrow, not ever.”
“ Why what happened?”
Quickly, she made up some bullshit, “ Umm..., it’s what just happened to Jeff...I don’t think I can work there again knowing that he died in that room.”
“ But can you at least...?”
She cut him short with, “ I’m sorry...I just can’t...and I think I also found something else.”
Making a sigh, the boss man simply replied, “ Ok Monica..., well...good luck...”
“ Thanks...bye.”
She hung up the phone and yelled, ‘ Yessss..., free at last!”
Monica ran back out to the livingroom and gazed down at the money, staring at it for a whole minute, making sure it was all real. Finally, she went back to the kitchen and made herself some coffee, thinking about what to do next.
Obviously, she had to put the stuff in the bank, but in such a way that doesn’t arouse suspicion. She decided to do this by opening up a few more accounts in her name with different banks and deposit the money little by little, once a week or so, using the ATM.
The weeks went by and she eventually had all the cash spread out over five different accounts. However, as time moved on and the weeks became months, Monica realized she had a problem, she was getting bored. She could wish for anything she wanted, but in the end, her satisfaction was faltering, what entertained her before didn’t do much anymore. As a result, she had to do something new, restimulate herself, find something that would excite her.
One evening while she was all alone in the darkness of her livingroom, enjoying the mystique generated by candle light, Monica reached over for her TV remote and turned on the television, sifting through the different channels, seeing what’s on. Suddenly, she came upon this one program, a scene from Gulliver’s Travels. Watching the stuff, she then said to herself, “ That’s funny...why do I feel strange when I see this...it’s just about some guy landing on an island populated by little people.”
She continued to watch. When the program was over, sexy dark-haired Monica, this time dressed in blue jeans, a black tube top, and her high heeled boots, leaned back in the sofa and turned off the TV. Just sitting there, Monica couldn’t understand it, but the program made her feel like she never felt before, a strange sensation, a weird feeling coupled with her sex drive. Somewhat perplexed about herself, but also eager to experience more, good looking Monica raised her butt from the couch and strolled over to her apartment’s door. Slowly, the lady opened it and peaked out into the corridor. As she stood there, she suddenly saw some guy come around the corner way down at the hall’s far end, the man being some other tenant. Intense curiosity in her eyes together with a new found lust, Monica quietly whimpered to herself, “ I wish that guy would shrink...shrink right down to three inches in height.”
The man continued to walk, finally standing before his apartment door five suites away from hers. Suddenly, without warning, the man held his head and mumbled, “ What the hell’s wrong with me...never felt this way before.”
After he reached into his pocket and removed his keys, the guy looked back at the door and exclaimed, “ What..., why does..., I don’t get it!”
His face was now level with the knob! From his perspective, it appeared to be moving upward, higher and higher.
“ Why does everything seem like it’s changing, I don’t understand!”, said the man, his voice turning into a tiny squeaky little scream.
As he shrank, he looked to his right, down the corridor. To his amazement and terror, he stared at Monaco’s figure as it emerged from her apartment, turned, and then headed toward him, walking at a steady and confident pace! After she was only ten feet away, he was all the way down to only three inches in height, standing there, fear all over him!
She got closer and closer. As she went, her boots struck the tile, producing an echo throughout the whole corridor, terrifying the little man the closer she came, her figure appearing larger and larger.
Her boots approached and finally came to a halt only inches from his reduced body! With wide open eyes, the tiny helpless guy stared straight at her elegant footwear, awed by their appearance. To him, they radiated power, complete power! His eyes next moved upward, seeing her pants, her exposed navel area, then her two tits covered by the skimpy top, and finally he looked into her face, staring up at the lady as she looked down at him, greed and lust in her dark eyes!
“ What’s going on..., what happened to me?”
“ I shrank you...that’s what!”
“ But how...I don’t understand..., how?”
Not answering him, Monica squatted and pinched the back of his shirt between her fingertips. She stood straight again and turned around, heading back to her place. Once her livingroom’s door was shut, Monica turned on a lamp next to her sofa and parked her beautiful ass, placing the tiny man to the two foot high table in front of her.
“ How’d you do this...this can’t be real...I have to be imagining this...I just have to be!”, yelled the man.
Slowly, the sexy young lady leaned forward, moving her frame toward him, giving the guy a perfect view of her breast cleavage, saying, “ You’re all mine now...I own you...and I don’t think there’s much you can do to stop me.”
“ But how...why?”
“ Somehow I got possession of strange powers...I can make my wishes come true...I really can...here...watch this...” She grinned at the guy and then said, “ I wish all your clothes would disappear.”
Like nothing, his pants, shoes, shirt, and underwear just vanished, disappearing into thin air! Looking down at himself, the guy felt embarrassed as he screamed, “ Ok, ok..., I believe you..., but please, make me normal again...bring my clothes back too!”
“ Nope...I won’t do that!”
“ But why...why are you doing this to me...why don’t you use those powers for the good of everyone...why hurt people?”
“ I don’t know..., I just get turned on by the idea of making men small...and you’re the first person to come by...that’s all.”
“ What are you gonna do with me?”
She raised her denim covered ass from the sofa and went over to another table in the same room. There, dark-haired Monica picked up one of the lighted candles and returned to the livigroom’s table. With a perverse delight, the attractive brunette went to her knees before the piece of furniture and brought the candle’s flame toward the man.
Backing off, he cried, “ No..., ma’am, please, don’t!”
“ Fuck you, you little shit...I wanna see you dance.”
“ What?”
“ Start dancing or I’ll burn you, hold you over the flame!”
Afraid for his life, he started waltzing around on top of the table, making a complete fool of himself before the much larger woman.
“ That looks nice...cool..., and there’s gonna be lots more...more you can do for me.”
After he caught his breath, the guy asked, “ Please, leave me alone..., please!”
“ What’s your name anyway?’, asked the lady.
“ I’m Bart.”
“ Well Bart..., I’m Monica...guess we’ll really get to know one another...now won’t we?”
“ This isn’t right...it’s not right!”
“ Yes it is...it’s gonna be fun...lots of fun.”
Looking at the tiny man, Monica stood up and ventured out to the kitchen. There, she opened up a small door below the sink and removed an empty pickle jar. She returned with it to the livingroom and then grabbed poor little Bart. After that, she placed the naked man in the jar and finally went to the rear of her apartment, to the bedroom.
Once there, she placed the jar on the nighstand and said, “ You’re just the first..., heh, heh!”
“ You mean you’re gonna...?”
“ Yea...why not?”
Since it was already ten in the evening, Monica decided to turn in. She parked her ass to the bed and slipped out of her two beautiful boots, placing the elegant things to the side. Next, the brunette stood up and removed her tube top, allowing her two succulent and sensuous mounds to hang free!
“ Like my tits...what do you think of ‘em...nice aren’t they?”
He just stood there, gazing up at her attractive frame through the jar’s transparent glass.
Next, Monica pulled down her jeans, finally slipping out of them altogether. And then, she did a panty peal, removing her underwear, exposing herself completely!
A dirty grin on her face, the lady turned around and presented her naked ass to the glass jar, rotated her head back, and said down to the reduced individual, “ Look at my ass...it’s great, right? It’s better than you are...that’s right...there’s more to my ass alone than there’s to your whole existence!”
“ Can’t you make me normal again, please!”
“ Fuckyou, jerk...you’re my property now...you’re all mine..., ha, ha!”
With that, Monica turned back around and reached into the jar, removing the tiny little guy. She took him up and then spread herself out on top of the bed, laying herself down upon her back. Afterward, the brunette slowly placed little Bart down on her left tit, saying, “ There you go..., play with my nipple...massage the thing...do it!”
Reluctantly, the helpless man did as she said, going at it for about five minutes. Satisfied, the naked lady grabbed him and lowered the guy between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. Standing on the mattress, he helplessly stared up at her pussy!
“ What do you think...like my cunt?”
“ It’s...it seems so...”
“ So big...is it too much for you?”
“ C’mon...why are you doing this?”
“ Fuck me!”
“ What?”
“ Do something for me, for my clit..., c’mon!”
“ I can’t!”
“ Yea you can..., just take hold of it...my clit..., go ahead!”
The little man did as she said and took hold of the thing; her clit was larger than his head, making him feel inferior! Slowly, Bart massaged away at it, watching how it got wetter and wetter!
“ Oh..., oh..., yea, yessssss...!”
She moaned and moaned, getting off at the little man’s touch. It didn’t take long and her slit was soaked with her cum, the lady doing it right in front of insignificant little Bart!
“ Now that was great...cool!”
After she caught her breath, Monica took up Bart and leaned over, placing him back into the jar. She turned off the light and fell to sleep afterward.
A few hours went by and the little man finally fell to sleep himself, not knowing what else to do.
The next morning, the lady woke up and strolled into the bathroom where she parked her nice ass to the toilet seat and took a piss. Finished, Monica showered off, dried herself, and returned to the bedroom. At a steady pace, she got dressed, putting on similar clothes as yesterday, this time wearing a dark-blue tube top. With her boots and jeans on as well, the young lady left the bedroom and went onto the kitchen where she prepared herself coffee and breakfast. Finished, she left the suite, leaving Bart in the jar all by himself.
Downstairs, Monica got into her car and drove off, headed for the nearest Wal-Mart. Once inside the large structure, she went over to the lavatory area toward the back of the one story building. Slowly, she pushed open the men’s restroom door. Sure enough, standing before one of the sinks was some guy, washing his hands. Turning around, he looked at her with a surprised expression, hearing from the woman, “ I’m in the wrong place..., right?”
“ Um..., yes ma’am...I think you are.”
“ But then again...I just might be in the right place.”
“ What do you mean?’, asked the guy.
“ Time to make another wish...”, replied Monica, “...I wish you would shrink...shrink to three inches in height..., ha, ha!”
For a moment, the guy looked at her as if she were crazy. However, he then found himself saying, “ What’s going on...everything seems like it’s changing...you look like you’re growing...!”
“ It’s you, asshole, you’re changing...didn’t you hear what I wished for?”
“ I don’t...don’t understand!”
He got smaller and smaller, shrinking away until he was reduced to what she wanted. At three inches in height, he looked up at her frame in fear and awe. Quickly, Monica stepped forward and took up the guy, pinching the back of his shirt between her finger tips. Wasting no time, Monica dropped the man down into her breast cleavage and left the restroom, strolling out of the structure and back to her car. When her terrific ass was behind the wheel, sexy Monica reached down between her tits and took up the man, finally dropping him to the passenger seat.
As he looked up at her, eyeing the side of her butt, Monica started the engine and drove off, headed to another store, this time an office supply store. Again, the beautiful lady entered the building, snuck into the men’s rest room, and shrunk some unfortunate guy, dropping him down between her tits, and then finally leaving the place, going back to her Mustang. Like the first guy, Monica placed him on the passenger seat and stared down at him, her frame looming above and next to both little guys, making them feel like nothing.
“ What’s going on here?”, cried the second guy.
“ I don’t know...”, replied the first, “...I was in the lavatory and then she comes up...shrinking me somehow.”
“ Same here...but I don’t get it!”
“ I can do whatever I want.”, said Monica down to the two men, asking next, “ What are your names?”
The first guy she shrunk answered with, “ I’m Matt.”
And the second man said, “ I’m Justin.”
“ Ok you two...I’m Monica...your new owner.”
“ Owner?”, exclaimed Justin.
“ Yea...what did you think...if I made you that small...then ofcourse you‘re my property..., right?”
“ Can’t you make us normal again?”, asked Matt.
“ No way...time to go to my place!”
Terror and confusion in their eyes, the two little men could do nothing but sit there as she drove off, headed back to her apartment. After parking the car, Monica grabbed Matt and Justin, stuffing them both back down between her two magnificent tits!
Once the young lady was back upstairs, she set them to the livingroom’s table and said, “ I wish both of your were naked!”
Seconds later, their clothes disappeared, vanishing into nothing!
“ What...why...this is nuts!’, yelled both men.
“ And you got small nuts...real small.”, mocked the woman, making fun of Justin’s outburst.
She went to the rear of the apartment and entered the bedroom. There, she took up the glass jar and returned to the livingroom. Before he knew what was going on, Bart was dropped to the table, right next to Matt and Justin.
His eyes wide open, Bart asked, “ You mean you shrank more people?”
“ Yea...I think I told you that already...so meet Matt and Justin, two more slaves...just like you Bart..., ha, ha!”
Stimulated by the sight of the helpless men, sick Monica went over to a small utility closet and retrieved her canister vacuum, plugging it into the wall. When she came back to the livingroom table, the young lady squatted before it and attached to hose to the main unit. While looking at them, she flicked the switch and started the suction motion!
“ No..., please, why!”, cried Justin as she moved the open end of the hose toward the helpless ones.
“ Ha, ha, look at you three...trying to hold on for dear life..., ha, ha!”
Sadistically, Monica moved the thing closer and closer to Justin. Seconds later, the man fell flat on his stomach and struggled with his hands, trying to grip the table’s smooth surface.
“ No...don’t!”, screamed the little man as his tiny body started to slide closer and closer to the opening, the source of the sucking sound!
“ Please, ma’am...no!”
“ Suck! Suck!”, laughed Monica, enjoying the expression of terror on Justin’s face.
However, right before his frame was pulled in, she pulled the plastic thing away and then aimed it at Bart, doing the same, moving it toward him until he also fell to his exposed stomach!
“ Ha, ha, this is fun...look at you jerks!”
“ Ma’am...what’s the purpose of all this?”
“ It turns me on...that’s all!”
All fired up now, the sadist pulled the tube away from the table altogether and then grabbed the longer pipe going with the same vacuum cleaner. Wishing to have more ‘fun’, Monica grabbed the little men one after another and set them to the floor, yelling over the sound of the machine, “ Guess it’s time to clean my apartment...don’t you think?”
Terrified, all three guys ran off toward her TV cart as she added the carpet brush to the end of the plastic tube. All set now, the brunette set the noisy thing to the floor and started sweeping.
“ That fucken bitch is crazy...she’s evil...I can’t believe this is happening to us...I just can’t believe it!”, yelled Matt.
“ I know...how can this be real...whatever she wishes for becomes a fact...isn’t that something from a fairy tail?”, replied Justin.
“ Who knows...”, said Bart, “ But it’s real, so how are we gonna deal with it?”
Before anyone could say something else, the TV cart quickly rolled to the side. When they looked up, they saw her face, looking down at them like some giant.
Panicked, they didn’t know what to do. However, to their surprise, she turned off the vacuum, dropped it, and then squatted in front of them, saying, “ Step on my hand...now, all of you!”
They looked at one another in confusion but nevertheless complied. After they stood in the palm of her hand, Monica walked into the kitchen and placed all three little guys into the sink right next to some dirty dishes left over from her breakfast.
“ Ok, let’s see what you’re good for.”, said the lady as she broke off small pieces of a sponge and then gave them to the men.
She then sprayed some dishwash liquid down on the pieces of china, saying, “ Get busy...scrub those dishes, I want ‘em clean...then I’ll rinse ‘em off myself.”
“ They look so big!”, complained Justin.
“ Do as I say or I’ll flush you down the drain!”
Her threat did the trick. All three men got busy scrubbing the things as she left, returning to the livingroom, taking up the vacuum cleaner again, turning it back on, and finishing what she started.
After the apartment was clean, she put the sweeper away and then went back into the kitchen, looked down at the sink, and then said, “ Hey yea..., not bad...great...not bad at all.”
Content with their work, sexy and perverted Monica grabbed them, remarking, “ This’ll work out pretty well...I’ll get myself hundreds of shrunken people...kept in jars...only to be taken out when I’ve got work for ‘em..., yea, cool!”
She carried them into the bathroom and placed the naked guys upon the toilet seat. Going to her knees, Monica reached down behind the fixture and turned off the water valve. Afterward, she hit the lever and flushed the thing, draining it of all the water. When it was empty, Monica reached for Bart, Justin, and Matt, and placed them into the toilet, right at the bottom, right in front of the three inch thick drainage hole.
Getting up, Monica went over to the sink and reached under it, removing a spray bottle full of some cleaning solution. Without warning, she returned to the toilet and sprayed some of the strong stuff down at the guys!
“ Hey..., please, that stuff burns!”, cried Matt.
“ I don’t care...it’s time for more work...you did a great job with the dishes...let’s see what you can do with the base of this toilet...scrub out all the stains...I’ll be back in a second.”
She went into the kitchen and returned with the same small sponge pieces they used to clean the dishes with. After dropping the objects down, she ordered, “ Ok..., get busy...when I come back...it better be perfect...I want all those stains removed, ok?”
Afraid of her, the tiny men got busy, going to their knees and working away, putting lots of effort into the task.
At a casual pace, Monica returned to the kitchen and rinsed off the dishes, drying them afterward and putting the things away. Finished, she took up a rag and some furniture polish. With that, she dusted off the place, making everything as good as possible.
Twenty minutes later, the long haired brunette returned to the bathroom, stopped before the toilet, shifted her weight, and looked down into the open bowl.
“ Yep..., you guys are terrific...that’s great...all the fucken stains are gone...they’ve been there for years...now it’s all gone...it’s good to exploit free labor..., ha, ha!”
As she stared down at them, she suddenly remarked, “ You guys did such a good job...I guess I better try it out..., right?”
Bart looked at the other two for a second as all three of them dropped their sponges and stood up.
“ What’s she doing?”, cried Matt.
“ You know what she’s gonna do...that fucken bitch is gonna...!”, yelled Justin.
As they looked up, the three helpless guys watched as Monica turned around, lowered her jeans, then her panties, finally exposing her beautiful curvaceous ass to her reduced prisoners!
“ Please Monica...don’t!”, yelled Bart.
“ Why?”, asked the brunette, making fun of them, “ Just wanna use it...that’s all!”
“ No, please!”, cried the guys as the young lady parked her gorgeous rounded ass to the toilet seat!
Right after it got dark for the men, she pissed, peeing right down into the bowl! Since there was no water in it, only a thin film of soap, the three unfortunate ones were now standing in her urine as the yellow stuff got higher and higher, first up to their ankles, then their knees, and finally up to their chests!
“ Fuck, man....we’re standing in piss!”, cried Matt to the others, the three guys crowded to one side, partially under the drain pipe’s horizontal opening, trying to stay away from the downpour, her piss flowing forth with a thick steady stream!
“ She’s fucken sick....what a bitch, I mean..., if I’m ever normal again, I’ll kill that whore...kill her, cut her damn throat...I hate her!”, yelled Justin, not knowing what else to say.
They continued to complain, cuss, and plead. Finally, after her piss came to a slow trickle and then stop, Monica raised her ass from the seat,. pulled up her clothes, and then squatted before the fixture, reaching down under it, tuning the cold water valve back on.
“ Why’s she doing that?’, asked Bart.
Looking up toward her face, Justin yelled, “ Why did you turn that back on, the water level’s rising in here!”
“ No shit!”, was all she said while she stood straight again, placed her hands on her hips, and simply watched the water turn a lighter and lighter yellow as the bowl slowly filled itself.
“ Please Monica!”, cried Matt, the water up to his neck now.
She just stood there, grinning down at them.
In no time, the three guys were swimming, trying to keep their heads above the water line.
“Ma’am...what are you doing...why?”
Finally, the tank shut itself off and the bowl was full.
“ Please Monica, get us out...please!”, yelled Bart.
“ You know something...”, mentioned the sadistic brunette, “...you guys worked out ok...did a great job with the dishes and this toilet..., but let’s face it...anyone else your size could do the same thing..., right?”
“ But you said you were gonna keep us as your property?”
“ I know..., but as my property, I can do with you whatever I want..., right?”
“ Please, Monica..., please!”
“ All I gotta do is go out tomorrow and shrink three others..., then three after that...it’s all the same to me...I can think of you as first time test subjects...that’s all.”
Slowly, her right hand went toward the lever.
“ No..., please...we’ll do whatever you say...please!”
“ I know you would...but that’s not the point..., the point is, I can kill you and get away with it...that feels good....inflates my ego..., yea...I got the power!”
“ Please have mercy!”
“ That’s something I don’t understand..., bye, bye!”
“ No!”, cried Bart, Justin, and Matt as she finally hit the lever and flushed them to their deaths!
Conceit all over her face, Monica left the bathroom and parked her pretty ass to the couch. Nodding her head, she remarked to herself, “ Yes...this’ll be great...get myself hundreds of little guys...when I get bored with some of ‘em...all I gotta do is flush ‘em away..., ha, ha!”
She just sat there and stared at the opposite wall, reflecting upon all she could do. As she pondered things, the day went by. Finally, it was late in the evening, the lady still sitting there, in the dark, in the silence, still thinking away.
Suddenly, as if it came from nowhere and everywhere, she heard a voice, “ Monica..., Monica....”
Her eyes wide open now, she looked around. Next, a glowing fog appeared, the same stuff she saw in her previous dream a while back. As her heart started to race, Monica looked forth and saw the figure of a woman appear, the same lady she saw in her dream, the lady looking just like herself, dressed in a skimpy black leather outfit, the image of a dominatrix.
“ Monica...”, said the mysterious voice.
“ Yea?”, replied the ‘real’ Monica.
“ What have you done?”
“ What do you mean?”
“ What’s the purpose of all this?”
“ Purpose of what?”
“ You caused the death of five people and showed no remorse.”
“ Remorse?”
“ Yes...remorse...I’m your conscience...did you know that?”
“ But?”
“ I gave you these powers so you can make something of yourself...and what did you do?”
“ But you gave them to me...the power to do whatever I want!”
“ There’s a price to everything...everything.”
“ But...?”
“ I’m you and you’re me...”
“ What do you mean?”
“ You get off at shrinking people...don’t you?”
“ It turns me on.”
“ You’re sick and evil...not fit for this world.”
At this point, Monica’s self assertion came forth, causing her to say, “ Why don’t you just disappear back into the fog that you came from!”
“ I’m gonna do just that..., but before I do...I’m gonna make a wish.”
“ What!”, exclaimed the brunette, realizing the implication!
“ I wish you were the same size as your ethical stature...your moral disposition.”
Monica just sat there, on the couch. Suddenly, she was aware of a weird feeling, causing her to yell, “ What’s going on...what’s happening? I wish...I wish it would stop!”
“ Ha, ha...you don’t have the power anymore...and do you really have to ask what’s happening? I mean..., c’mon...if you don’t know...then you’re stupid!”
“ No...please!”
“ You’re small Monica...real small...in more ways than one...if you know what I mean.”
“ Please, don’t!”
Monica pleaded and pleaded! However, it was all useless. Slowly, the brunette shrank and shrank, getting smaller and smaller as she sat there. At last, she was reduced to only three inches in height!
The mysterious clone approached the sofa and finally pinched the back of Monica’s tube top between her fingertips.
“ Please don’t hurt me...please!”
“ You’re pathetic...you’re low, lower than anything else...you’re nothing but a bitch!”
With that, the strange dark-haired dominatrix strolled out of the livingroom and into the apartment’s bathroom, finally standing before the open toilet bowl! Seconds later, she dropped Monica into the cold water. When her head came back to the surface, Monica yelled, “ Please, please..., no!”
“ Why not...you get back what you put into the world...you’re a test subject...my test subject...a test of your moral strength, your moral ‘height’, and as we can see, you pervious actions show how small you are...very small!”
The leather clad lady turned around, pulled down her black panties, and then parked her nice ass to the seat!
“ No, don’t please!”
“ Piss on you, Monica!”
From the woman’s cunt came a straight line of piss, right down on little Monica. In vein, the tiny lady splashed around, trying to help herself. It was all useless. At last, the dominatrix was done peeing. She got up, raised her attire, and turned around, reaching for the lever!
“ No, don’t, let me live!”, cried Monica, swimming around in piss!
“ Bye, bye!”, was all the lady said as she flushed the toilet, watching the little brunette go to her death!
The mysterious mistress left the bathroom and slowly walked out to the livingroom where her frame quietly melted into the strange fog. Moments later, the mist disappeared as well, leaving behind only silence and darkness.
The End