It had been a year since Kelly spiked Natasha's coffee with a particularly aggressive strand of the shrinking virus. The volatile sample had cost her a small fortune, but she'd seen it as a well placed investment. With lil' blondie out of the way, she was guaranteed a promotion that would more than repay this costly business expense.
The night of the deed, Kelly had watched Natasha get up from her desk, say goodbye, walk three lurching steps and finally collapse on the floor in a pile of her perfectly-tailored clothes. Slowly, she had made her way towards the shrunken woman, feeling like a cat hunting its prey. To this day, she loved to imagine each click of her heels on the cold stone floor sending shivers of fear in her bug-sized colleague.
Without a word, Kelly had picked up the inch tall woman, taken her to the dirty back alley behind their office, and gently let her down on the concrete. She'd watched as the puny thing woke up and panicked. Screamed and insulted her. Tired itself and dropped to its knees.
"I think it's better for you here. Consider it unlocking your true potential. We both know big people's life isn’t for you. Good luck..."
And just like that, Kelly had abandoned Natasha to the terrifying reality of being tiny.
A year later, Kelly had everything she'd ever wanted. She was thriving professionally, making more money than she ever had, and she even had a cute boyfriend that she started to think wasn't just a fling anymore.
"Alright guys, I'll see you tomorrow. Good luck with the marathon on Sunday" Kelly said, waving at the group of interns departing the office, leaving her alone in the vast open space. The recently appointed Senior Marketing Manager looked at the list of tasks she had left to do before the weekend, and decided to ignore them. "Fuck it. No one's dying cause Kathryn got the T&Cs' draft 19 days in advance instead of 21." she chuckled to herself, closing her laptop and setting it inside her designer handbag.
Leaving through the backdoor, Kelly took a moment to watch around the alley. It had become a habit since she'd dropped Natasha there a year prior. She knew the chances of her still being alive were slim, but she couldn't help but hope she could one day see what her once proud colleague had become.
"Natasha..." Kelly whispered, a wide smile on her lips, hiding a barely-contained laugh. "Come on out little bug. I'll give you some crumbs if you do..." Kelly continued.
The young executive scanned the ground for any movement. The place looked somehow worse. She couldn't help but wonder if a homeless person used the place as a shelter. Not that her smoking colleagues helped in any way - leaving their cigarette butts and ashes all over the place.
After a minute carefully checking every bit of pavement beneath her, Kelly felt ready to give up her search, when the impression of movement caught the corner of her vision.
"No way..." she spoke softly, still unable to imagine it could be her little victim. Carefully, Kelly stepped closer to the tiny creature, enjoying the feeling of utter power she held over the fragile little thing. "Natasha?" she asked, taking a closer look at the minuscule woman down at her feet. The end of Kelly's shoes dwarfed the tiny critter, who seemed frozen in awe at the sight of the titan before her.
Kelly couldn't hope to hear or understand the tiny. She could barely see its movements. However, deep inside her, she knew. She'd recognize the petite girl who got her so riled up just a year ago anywhere. There was no doubt in her mind, it was her. Kelly felt a surge of superiority course through her, imagining what the shrunken woman saw at that moment. Her dominating, towering legs. The wet patch on her lace panties beneath her skirt. Her predatory, radiant smile up in the heavens.
On the other side, Natasha looked nothing like the once proud executive she'd been. Her pale skin was covered in layers of grime, some of it permanently tattooed to her body. Her hair was matted. She was covered in bruises that Kelly couldn't only wonder the origin of. A battle with nasty bugs? Feral tinies? Probably something she could obliterate with her pinkie.
At that moment, Kelly's victory felt total. Unquestionable.
"Looks like you're thriving down there, little bug. As you can see, I've been doing great too. Don't wanna hurt your little head with complicated details, but leading the AlexoSteel account is just as much fun as we imagined it, way back when. It's exhausting though. I'm kinda jealous, you know. Look at you. No responsibility, no need to worry about money, or having to network at boring cocktail parties. You're living the dream, girl." Kelly spoke, barely trying to hide the mockery in her tone.
"Are you..." Kelly took a closer look at the tiny woman. The little thing laid on her back, looking up to her, one hand keeping her steady, the other furiously rubbing her tiny crotch. "No fucking way..." Kelly continued. "You're fucking broken. You actually lost it down there. Or did you just snap now, finally seeing me again?" Kelly rose back to her full height, making sure not to lose track of the puny woman masturbating before her.
"Go ahead. Rub that little pussy of yours raw." Kelly ordered, her tone lowering down, feeling pleasure of her own as she watched the tiny woman worship her in the most animalistic way possible. The tiny's efforts doubled. Kelly laughed. "So you still understand me? Good. Keep rubbing. Don't you dare stop." Once again, the tiny woman's efforts increased.
Kelly's toes flexed in pleasure within the tight confines of her heels, sending Natasha in another frenzy.
"Is that it? Are you getting off to leather and strawberry lotion? Pathetic, even for you… But I'm nothing but generous. Keep going. Enjoy your taste of civilization, little bug. C'mon, faster! I'll even give you a countdown. It seems I've owned your mind for the past year, so there's no reason I can't own the rest of you. Five." Kelly announced, a wide smile on her lips. This beat all the Friday night drinks she'd ever had.
"Four. Come on. Truly enjoy it. Look up to me. I took everything from you, and here you are, worshipping me. Don't you even feel an ounce of shame anymore? Keep going. Three..." Kelly continued. "Is it clean skin that does it for you? When was the last time you smelled lotion? Or real leather. Do you remember the taste of food? The rosé wine we’d get after work? Two..." Kelly spoke softly, almost moaning. Her fingers slid beneath the edge of her skirt, gently rubbing against the wet, slick patch on her panties."Can you even remember what life used to be? This is the highlight of your year. Maybe it's the last time a real person's gonna talk to you ever again. And me? I'll have forgotten about you in 5 minutes. You'll be gone from my mind because I have better things to do. C'mon, go faster. I gotta be at Lou's for 6pm, and you're making me late. One..." Kelly stopped talking, her gaze fixed on the tiny woman. She could see her struggling not to go over the edge. Seconds stretched as Kelly held Natasha's primal orgasm hostage for however long she wished."Cum..." Kelly finally ordered, feeling her own legs shake under the jolts of pleasure she felt.
The two former colleagues looked at each other for a moment. At that exact moment, each felt in their place. They'd been destined to stand there. One a bug, the other a God. Natasha had felt angry, but she couldn't remember why anymore. Kelly Davis had always been her better.