Maya's Downfall F/f - My first story attempt - Completed on 9/29

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This is the story of Maya, a tall, arrogant, and dominant woman who has a secret ticklish weakness that can cause her to shrink when exploited. Her shy secretary Ava discovers her weakness and brings about her ticklish yet pleasurable downfall (and shrinking).

Chapter 1 Maya’s Secret Power

Alone in her lavish penthouse, Maya’s icy blue eyes surveyed the empty, opulent rooms, reflecting on her achievements. Her meteoric rise had been defined by unyielding determination and a ruthless pragmatism, securing every triumph and possession with calculated precision. Anyone who dared stand in her way was cut down without hesitation, their objections crushed beneath her knee high boots as she stepped over anyone necessary to get exactly what she wanted.

A satisfied grin spread across her lips. The memory of her lover submitting earlier that evening lingered intensely in her mind. Throughout the evening, Maya had exerted her dominance over Emily, the usually powerful and confident CEO of a rival company that was now her new submissive lover. Maya’s skillful ministrations reduced Emily, a towering woman at almost six feet, to a quivering, begging mess. Maya replayed the scene in her mind - how Emily’s back arched as Maya spanked her, her bare bottom reddening under Maya’s firm hand, and the desperate pleading that escaped her lips. That was only the beginning.

A shiver of excitement ran down Maya’s spine as she again thought about the evening. She reached for her phone, a playful glint in her eyes. Her fun with Emily wasn’t over yet.

“Still sore, my little pet?” she purred into the speaker, already picturing Emily’s flushed face.

“Maya... God... I can barely walk,” Emily’s voice, a breathless whisper, reached her ears. A low moan followed, a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Please...be more gentle next time.”

“Next time?” Maya’s laughter filled the room, a rich, throaty sound. “I haven’t even shown you what I have in store for you, darling.”

“But... the spanking...” Emily stammered.

“Was just a taste,” Maya finished, her voice laced with amusement. “A small preview of the pleasures and pain I can inflict.” She paused, letting the silence hang between them. “Are you ready for more, Emily?”

“I... I don’t know,” Emily hesitated, her voice a cocktail of fear and anticipation. “It hurt... a lot.”

“Pain can be exquisite, Emily,” Maya countered, a seductive edge creeping into her tone. “Especially when mixed with pleasure.” The image of Emily writhing beneath her, begging for more, flashed through her mind. “I can make you feel things you never thought possible. Make you scream my name until your throat is raw.”

A whimper escaped Emily’s lips, a sound that sent another jolt of excitement through Maya.

“Tell me you want it, Emily,” Maya commanded, her voice a low growl. “Tell me how much you need me to punish you.”

“I... I need it,” Emily confessed, her voice barely audible. “Please, Maya... more.”

A satisfied grin spread over Maya’s lips.

“Such an obedient one,” she purred, savoring the moment. “However, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait, little one. My schedule is quite full these coming days. You understand, don’t you?”

She ended the call and blocked Emily’s contact. This tactic had worked for her in the past. They always came crawling back, desperate for her control, pleading for her to dominate them.

Maya stroked Emily’s discarded panties, a silky trophy of her victory. She lifted the delicate garment to her nose, inhaling the lingering scent of her lover’s arousal. A shiver of pleasure ran through her, the thrill of her dominance igniting another spark within.

Yet, as Maya savored her victory, a flicker of longing stirred in the depths of her heart. Despite her power and control, she longed for a genuine challenge, someone who could match her strength. The thought of being the undisputed alpha, with no equals, filled her with a bittersweet satisfaction.

Maya’s gaze hardened, her grip on Emily’s panties tightening. She would continue to relish her superiority, her ability to reduce even the mightiest to submission. But deep within, a part of her craved the elusive thrill of being matched, of finding an adversary worthy of her formidable prowess. The emptiness of her penthouse apartment matched the hollow victory of yet another conquest. Emily had been like all the others - strong on the surface but yielding. It was just too easy.



A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she paced the moonlit living room. The city lights twinkled below through floor-to-ceiling windows, a sea of possibilities that strangely presented a sense of confinement. Her reflection revealed a tall, powerful figure, nearly six and a half feet tall, with magically enhanced curves.



“Is there no one?” she whispered to her reflection. “No one who can match me?”



Maya’s hand clenched into a fist. The thrill of domination had become routine, predictable. She craved something more - someone who could challenge her authority, push back against her iron will. The thought sent an electric tingle down her spine.



Her gaze fell on the leather collar she’d used on Emily earlier, discarded on the coffee table. While seeing powerful people submit to her will satisfy one part of her nature, it left another part starved. She needed an equal, someone who understood the delicate dance of power.

Manhattan buzzed below while Maya stepped onto her terrace, the evening chill caressing her flesh. From this height, overlooking everything, she experienced a paradoxical blend of strength and isolation. Her supremacy had evolved into self-imposed confinement, imprisoning her in a position that, despite its addictive nature, made her hunger for something beyond.

She combed her ebony locks with her fingertips; the action revealing an uncommon instant of weakness. Moonlight stretched her silhouette across the terrace’s surface - a sign of her metamorphosis, of the might that distinguished her from the masses. Yet this evening, that might seem more like an obstacle than a gift.

Maya’s fingers traced the delicate chain of her expensive necklace, memories of her rise to power flooding back. Five years ago, she’d been nothing more than a lowly assistant to Katherine Stone, the ruthless CEO who’d made her life hell.

Standing over Maya’s diminutive frame, Katherine had used her towering presence and executive power to intimidate and belittle. Day after day, Maya endured the cruel insults, the humiliating projects, the countless times Katherine had commanded her to perform trivial and undignified duties.

Through careful observation, Maya detected an oddity in her supervisor’s behavior - the strange way Katherine recoiled from any contact with her feet, her insistence on wearing tall designer boots even during marathon work sessions, the way she always kept those boots on and tied to tight. After countless hours scouring message boards and studying her boss’s behavior, Maya uncovered the shocking and unbelievable truth behind Katherine’s commanding stature. A magical enhancement spell was the reason for her imposing height! Without it, just like Maya, she was a petite woman, no taller than five feet. A tiny little thing, not intimidating at all. If anything, she was downright cute.

But this enchantment harbored a critical weakness. Tickling Katherine’s feet while the enhancement spell was active would reduce her to a mere half-foot tall, overcoming her with ticklish and pleasurable sensations. Women who were tickled in that heightened state remembered it as the most pleasurable experience they’ve ever had, leading to an intense orgasm. And only the person who had tickled them down to just 6 inches could restore their height!

One Friday evening, when Katherine had Maya stay late to reorganize files, Maya struck. She’d dropped a stack of papers near Katherine’s feet, and as she bent to pick them up, she grabbed her boss’s ankles and pulled off her shoes.

“What are you doing…”.

Katherine’s words transformed into a shriek as Maya’s fingers danced across her ticklish soles. The mighty CEO collapsed, her body convulsing with unwanted laughter and pleasure as she dwindled.

“Not so powerful now, are you?” Maya had taunted, watching her tormentor dwindle to the size of a doll. She’d snuck Katherine back to her apartment in her purse, feeling a strange mix of triumph and fascination at having her intimidating boss reduced to such a diminutive state. That weekend, she’d alternated between tickling her tiny feet and teasing her most intimate areas until the former CEO broke down and revealed everything about the spell. However, Katherine had broken down much quicker than Maya had expected and almost seemed to act when she was being defiant. Maya suspected Katherine had even had a role in making this scenario play out, but that would be crazy, right? There’s no way the dominant CEO could have ever wanted this.

To Maya’s surprise, Katherine had even expressed gratitude! She’d confessed to wondering what this experience would be like. But she also gave Maya an intriguing warning - it seemed every woman who had used the spell had faced a similar fate of being shrunk down. The person who taught Katherine had warned her about this, too. It was almost as if the spell carried some sort of karmic curse. Maya dismissed these warnings with a scoff, though she couldn’t quite suppress her own secret fantasies about experiencing such a dramatic reversal of power herself.

Maya’s body tingled at the memory of claiming Katherine, of having such absolute control over someone who’d once dominated her. The spell had changed everything, transforming her into the imposing figure she was today. She’d used it to climb the corporate ladder, one powerful person at a time, until she claimed the CEO position for herself.

The memory of Katherine’s tiny form squirming beneath her touch still brought a flush to Maya’s cheeks. That weekend had awakened something in her - a hunger for power she’d never known existed.

Maya’s fingers slipped under her silk robe, tracing the curves the spell had given her. Katherine had been her first - her introduction to the intoxicating rush of holding someone’s fate in her hands. The weekend she’d kept Katherine tiny had opened her eyes to pleasures she’d never imagined.

She walked to her bedroom closet, pulling out a small ornate box from the highest shelf. Inside lay a tiny dress, no bigger than a playing card - Katherine’s outfit from that fateful weekend. The fabric still held a trace of her perfume.

Katherine resigned from the company the following day, citing new opportunities. Maya knew Emily continued using the spell and now held a CEO position at a separate company. She suspected Emily’s reluctance to confront her was because of the weekend’s embarrassment. But Maya remained vigilant, anticipating Katherine’s potential attempts at revenge, confident in her ability to overcome it.

Maya set the dress back in its box with reverent care. Katherine had been her teacher in more ways than one - showing her not just the mechanics of power, but its psychology. How to spot weakness in others, how to exploit it, how to savor the moment someone realized they were at her mercy.

The box clicked shut, and Maya returned it to its hiding place. She had other trophies now - Emily’s panties being the latest addition - but none quite matched the thrill of that first conquest.

Maya felt the first tingles of the spell unwinding, a familiar and pleasant warmth spreading through her enhanced body like large warm hands massaging her from head to toe. Unlike usual, tonight she didn’t recast the spell to keep her in her enhanced form, letting the magic fade away with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Tonight she wanted to feel vulnerable again, to experience that dizzy sensation of diminishing presence, to remember what it felt like before she discovered the spell’s power. The enchantment’s unwinding pulsed through her once more, sending delightful shivers cascading across her frame. The last time she’d allowed the enchantment to dissipate and return to her natural form felt like ages ago. This evening, something deep inside yearned for it. Her entire being hungered for the transformation.

Her reflection in the bedroom mirror showed her towering frame beginning to shrink, the silk robe loosening around her curves as the enchantment released its hold. She watched, mesmerized, as her imposing silhouette began to soften and reduce, her usual commanding presence melting away with each passing moment. It seemed as if the ceiling rose; the furniture growing more substantial around her, as she felt herself becoming smaller and less intimidating with each breath.

Her dwindling height coincided with the diminishing fullness of her enchanted bosom. Her augmented figure retreated to its naturally understated dimensions. Shivers raced across her skin where the smooth fabric grazed her ever more fragile form. Her physique grew more willowy, and her limbs tapered as she continued to shrink toward her natural size.

Her robe slid down her shrinking form, and she had to hold it to stop it from pooling at her feet. Maya gazed in her mirror, spellbound, as her reflection dwindled in size. A peculiar sense of freedom washed over her during the transformation - released from pretense, unburdened from projecting authority. The magical energy’s gentle hum and the delicate prickling across her flesh felt exquisite. The shrinking sensation felt like an invisible giant's palms were molding her essence, compressing her body, crafting her into a fresh new incarnation. These giant hands pressed against her from all sides, compressing, teasing, and massaging her diminishing frame as she became a fraction of her enhanced self.

Ethereal hands now enveloped her dwindling form, kneading, squeezing, sculpting, and shaping her body like it was soft clay. Unseen fingers caressed her most sensitive regions. With purpose, the fingers caressed, pulled, squeezed, and formed a more vulnerable and smaller being. They wouldn’t quit until they’d reduced Maya to a defenseless, vulnerable state, erasing her commanding presence, and replacing it with wild pleasure and a new identity.

Maya giggled as the ethereal hands, for their last action, touched her ticklish feet, molding and shaping them back into their natural state. The spell’s last phase always targeted this most vulnerable spot, as if to tease and remind her of her ticklish weakness and to let her know that despite her towering enhanced form, she was always walking around on the edge of vulnerability. Her toes curled as the spectral fingers traced along her arches, each caress sending shivers up her diminished frame.

Her pulse quickened as the last surge of changes coursed through her delicate new form. The transformation was complete, and the giant, ephemeral hands that had tenderly sculpted her body with such masterful precision faded away, their touch lingering like a memory of silk against her soft skin. Maya’s body had yielded to their ministrations, the once-towering figure now standing below 5 feet.

She gazed around, her surroundings magnified, her new perspective casting the world in an almost forgotten light. Her curves, while still lovely, were much reduced, fitting for her much smaller and delicate natural form. The room’s furnishings appeared more imposing, her designer footwear strewn about, looking gigantic.

The smooth fabric of her robe slid off her shoulder, and Maya grasped it before it descended. One breast peeked out, her nipple hardening from being exposed to the night air. During these solitary times, she could acknowledge how much she relished returning to her diminutive size. Feeling free from obligations, demands, and accepting defenselessness.

The excess fabric of Maya’s oversized clothes enveloped her, making her feel overwhelmed. The baggy clothes made her appear even smaller, underscoring her changed circumstances. Her flesh still hummed with residual enchantment, nipples firm in the nighttime chill. She explored her reduced curves with her hands, recalling the timid office worker she’d been before the enchantment transformed her life.

During these private moments, Maya considered giving herself to someone worthy. Someone who could penetrate her authoritative exterior and sense the yearning within - to be possessed, dominated, rendered powerless. She yearned for someone to exploit her sensitive feet and tickle her until she became as tiny as a doll, just like she did with Katherine. Then she would be at their mercy. How arousing that notion was! Yet only for one who proved worthy of her submission.

The fantasy both thrilled and unsettled her. In the daylight, relinquishing the control she’d maintained and entrusting the spell’s power to another seemed unimaginable. But here in the darkness, she could admit these hidden desires. She imagined being discovered, being understood, being claimed by someone who could see past her carefully constructed facade. These secret thoughts belonged only in such intimate times, concealed beneath her mask of cool detachment and cultivated aloofness.

Maya yanked her fingers from between her legs. No. She would be the dominator, crushing the wills of others with a cold, calculating gaze. And yet during these solitary moments, the idea of being conquered, of another discovering and using her weakness...

She squeezed her legs tight, resisting the surge of desire. Imagining firm hands restraining her, expert fingers locating that sensitive area on her feet, causing her to diminish as she squirmed in ecstasy.

“Enough,” Maya whispered, though her form defied her. Her breasts tingled, core pulsing with emptiness. She yearned for an equal who could challenge her power, pierce through her commanding exterior, and transform her into a tiny, pleading creature desperate for pleasure.

But such a person could never exist. Maya had crushed anyone that showed even a hint of that potential. This solitude was the better choice. Lonely, yet necessary.

The images refused to fade, however. A shudder passed through her as her palms glided across her reduced form, the delicate fabric puddled around her ankles. Her usual iron control slipped away, allowing suppressed desires to emerge.

Her mind conjured visions of unyielding arms restraining her, subduing her struggles. Someone capable of penetrating her commanding exterior to find the secret longing beneath. Being possessed, mastered - diminished to a powerless, pleading creature seeking mercy - ignited heat in her depths.

Her breathing grew ragged at the scene playing in her mind, her touch exploring the delicate places of her smaller frame. She fell to the floor, letting her fingers drift downward, stroking the soft skin between her legs. Her sex clenched with emptiness, craving to be possessed and filled. In her mind, strong fingers tangled in her hair, yanking back as commanding words rumbled forth.

“You can’t fight it,” her imagined captor would declare, powerful and relentless. “You belong to me now.”

A soft moan escaped as her hips swayed, her fingers circling her sensitive bud. The taboo visions overwhelmed her, dominance and submission clashing within. Here alone, she could relinquish command. She could become the toy of one mighty enough to shatter her defenses.

Pleasure mounted as she touched herself, envisioning that nameless, commanding presence claiming her. Her form quivered, the pressure building until release crashed over her. She called out, spine curving as ecstasy coursed through her body.

Gasping, she slumped down, tiny spasms still flowing through her. The fantasy remained, that desperate wish for true domination. Yet Maya recognized the truth - she dwelled in isolation, her authority her sole shield.

Rising, she wrapped herself in the smooth fabric, forcing the images back to their hidden place. Perhaps someday she would encounter that mythical match. For now, she would maintain her dominion, confident that no one could ever claim her.

Maya whispered the spell’s incantation, her spine tingling as the spell coursed through her. Her body stretched upward, curves filling out as power surged through every fiber. The transformation always thrilled her - watching her limbs lengthen, feeling her presence expand to fill the room.

Her adjusted silk robe perfectly fit her enhanced, towering frame. Her reflection commanded attention, dark hair cascading over shoulders that stood proud and straight. Those piercing blue eyes held an authority that could make CEOs tremble.

Maya traced a finger along her collarbone, savoring the restored sense of control. This was who she was - powerful, untouchable, feared. Yet something nagged at the edges of her consciousness. That ticklish weakness in her feet, the one vulnerability that could bring her to her knees.

She flexed her enhanced muscles, feeling invincible despite that one flaw. How many had tried to challenge her? All had fallen, becoming playthings for her amusement. But deep down, a part of her wondered - was there someone clever enough, strong enough, to exploit her secret?

The thought should have troubled her. Instead, it sent an unexpected thrill down her spine. Maya pushed the feeling aside, straightening to her full height. She was a force of nature, a queen among peasants. Yet that tiny spark of curiosity remained - the possibility that someone might prove worthy of claiming her.

Maya exuded confidence as she glided across the polished stone floor toward her opulent walk-in closet. Her strong and graceful motions displayed the control over this enhanced form she had perfected. Each graceful shift of her body highlighted the raw power coursing through her towering physique, triggering waves of delight along her nerves.

Stepping into the closet, Maya slid the sheer black stockings from their tissue wrapping, savoring the silken whisper against her fingertips. The nylon glided up her enhanced calves, past her knees, settling against her thighs. Her hands lingered at her feet, remembering Katherine’s words about their fatal weakness.

A smirk played across her lips as she inspected her immaculate pedicure. The deep crimson polish gleamed in the soft light - if these feet would be her downfall, they’d at least look stunning. Katherine’s warning echoed in her mind: how the spell carried a price, how every wielder faced reduction to mere inches tall through that ticklish and pleasurable vulnerability.

Maya smoothed the stockings one last time, appreciating how they highlighted her lengthened legs. The thought of being shrunk down was absurd - she’d allow no one close enough to exploit her weakness. Still, the image flickered through her mind: maintaining her dignity even as she diminished, refusing to show weakness even when being shrunk down to six inches tall.

Anticipation for tonight’s certain success made her heart race; the taste of victory was already delicious. The clubs, throbbing with bass and pulsating bodies, would be full of wannabe dominatrices, all overshadowed by her commanding aura. Yet somewhere beyond her usual hunting grounds, perhaps someone existed who understood the spell’s nature, who could match her power as an equal. Her pulse quickened at the thought; a thrill, laced with a hint of fear, ran through her as she pushed away any examination of why that possibility excited her.

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Chapter 2: A horrible Boss

Ava Jones smoothed her simple gray pencil skirt and adjusted her cream blouse as the elevator doors opened in front of her. It was her first day on the job and she desperately wanted to impress. A recent college graduate, she had taken a job in Manhattan as an executive assistant for the CEO of a large firm. She had heard that it's CEO Maya was a notoriously demanding boss, but Ava was sure she could handle it. She had come to the big city to be successful, and she was determined to follow through.

The loud click of heels against marble flooring announced her new boss's arrival before she appeared. Maya Reeves swept through the glass doors of the executive floor, her presence filling the space like a gathering storm. Her tailored black blazer and matching skirt showcased curves that seemed almost impossible on such a tall frame. Her raven tresses tumbled beyond her collarbone in flawless ripples, surrounding ice-blue eyes that sliced through anyone in their path. Her knee-high leather boots enhanced her already impressive stature and she sported designer hosiery. She looked barely thirty, and she was perhaps the most breathtakingly gorgeous woman she had ever encountered.

Ava's breath caught in her throat. She had heard Maya was tall, be just hearing about it couldn't capture how she dominated the room. Even the senior executives seemed to shrink away as she passed, their shoulders hunching inward as if trying to avoid her notice.

"Coffee. Black." Maya didn't break stride as she passed Ava's desk. Her boots struck a steady rhythm against the floor, each step reinforcing her authority.

"Yes, Ms. Reeves." Ava scrambled to grab the already-prepared cup, careful not to spill a drop as she hurried after her boss. The height difference between them forced Ava to take two steps for each of Maya's long strides.

"Your schedule is clear until ten, and the quarterly reports are already on your desk." Ava's voice came out smaller than intended.

Maya paused at her office door, turning to look down at Ava. Her gaze traveled from Ava's sensible flats up to her face with the same detached interest one might show a piece of furniture.

"At least you're more competent than the last one." Maya plucked the coffee from Ava's hands. "Don't interrupt me unless the building is on fire."
The door closed with a decisive click, leaving Ava standing in its wake, her heart pounding against her ribs.

Ava sank into her desk chair, her legs still trembling. The image of Maya's commanding presence burned in her mind - those impossible curves, the way her blazer hugged her waist, how her boots added another few inches to her already towering height.

Her hands shook as she opened her laptop. Online reviews for this position had mentioned Maya's reputation for quickly cycling through assistants, but nothing prepared her for the reality now that she was actually here. From others in the office that morning, she had heard the previous five had quit within weeks, citing everything from stress to hostile work environment.

As Ava thought about what she had gotten herself into, the sound of Maya's voice carried through the thick office door as she conducted a conference call. Even muffled, it held that same authority that made Ava's stomach flip. Deep, smooth, with an edge that demanded attention.

A senior VP approached Maya's door, file in hand. Ava jumped up.

"Ms. Reeves asked not to be disturbed." Her voice cracked.
The VP's face paled. "But the merger-"

Maya's door swung open. She filled the frame, one hand on her hip. "I believe my assistant just gave you instructions."

Ava watched the VP - a tall and confident man easily in his fifties - stammer an apology and retreat. Her chest tightened as Maya's gaze swept over to her.

A faint smirk played at Maya's mouth. "That's exactly what I need you to do - stop everyone who tries to bother me this morning. If someone is important enough to talk to, then they’d already be on my schedule"

The praise sent an unexpected shiver down Ava's spine. She nodded, not trusting her voice as Maya closed her door again.

Ava pressed her thighs together, trying to steady her breathing. Everything about Maya overwhelmed her senses - her height, her presence, the way she moved like she owned not just the office but the whole world around her. Even her scent lingered, an intoxicating mix of expensive perfume and raw power that made Ava's head spin.

Things didn't get much better for Ava as the day progressed. Later that day, her fingers trembled as she placed a stack of reports on Maya's desk. One page slipped, scattering across the polished surface.

"Are you physically incapable of basic coordination?" Maya's voice cut through the air. She towered over the desk, those blue eyes boring into Ava. "Or is this level of incompetence just your natural state?"

Heat crept up Ava's neck as she scrambled to gather the papers. Her hands shook worse now, making the task even harder. "I'm sorry, Ms. Reeves-"
"Stop apologizing and fix it." Maya's heels clicked against the floor as she circled the desk. "And while you're attempting to master the complex art of stacking paper, explain why the Johnson meeting wasn't on my calendar this morning."

Ava's stomach dropped. She'd forgotten to update the calendar after the client's last-minute request. "I- There was a change yesterday afternoon-"
"So not only are you clumsy, you're also forgetful." Maya leaned against her desk, arms crossed beneath her chest. The position emphasized both her height and curves, making Ava feel even smaller. "Tell me, what exactly do you do all day besides waste my time?"

Bile rose in Ava's throat. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the urge to snap back. Her fingers dug into her palms, leaving marks in her skin.
"I expect better." Maya's lip curled. "Now get out and try to accomplish something useful today. Though I won't hold my breath."

Ava's vision blurred as she hurried from the office. She kept her head down, avoiding the pitying looks from nearby employees. Only when she reached her desk did she let out a shaky breath, her hands clenched in her lap.

The familiar burn of anger settled in her chest, mixing with the humiliation. She fought back tears as Maya strode past, heading to her next meeting. Each click of those boots felt like another jab at Ava's pride. No, she wouldn't give Maya the satisfaction of breaking down.
The office buzzed with activity around her, but all she heard was the echo of Maya's cruel words. A pencil snapped in her grip. The sharp wood dug into her palm, the sharp pain grounding her.

"Don't let her get to you." Sandra from accounting dropped a sympathetic smile as she passed Ava's desk. "She’s just like that to everyone. You’ll get used to it."

But Ava wasn't everyone. Behind her meek exterior, anger coiled tight in her chest. She straightened the items on her desk - pencils aligned just so, sticky notes in perfect squares. The small acts of control helped steady her racing heart.

Meanwhile, Maya's voice carried from the conference room, that commanding tone that made everyone jump. Ava's jaw clenched. She pulled up the Johnson file, double-checking every detail. No more mistakes. No more ammunition for Maya's barbs.

The day crawled by. Each time Maya passed, Ava felt those blue eyes rake over her, searching for flaws. Her shoulders tensed, but she kept her expression neutral. The sweet, innocent secretary - that's what Maya saw. That's what Maya wanted to see.

The food delivery man set down a steaming latte on Ava’s desk, interrupting her thoughts. The afternoon daily caffeine fix her boss demanded had arrived. Ava stood and lifted the cup with practiced precision, mindful not to let it wobble as she walked. Past experience had taught her that any splash or drip would unleash Maya's vicious criticism.

"At least you can manage this simple task." Maya didn't look up from her computer. "Though given enough time, I'm sure you'll find a way to disappoint me."

As she headed home that evening, Ava felt crushed by what had undoubtedly been the most miserable day of her life. The thought of returning made her stomach churn. The whispered stories about Maya hadn't done justice to her true nature - she was infinitely more cruel. Still, despite the day's torments, Ava steeled her resolve. She hadn't moved to the big city just to throw in the towel at the first sign of difficulty. Though Maya's viciousness was hard to stomach, if she managed to stick it out and become one of the few assistants to survive under her, maybe that would be her chance to achieve the success in the New York she'd always imagined.

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If anyone has read this please give me some feedback! This is my first story.

[TheBigG]

A great start

[bigguy123456789]

A great start

Thanks! Anything you’d like to see in the next few chapters? I have 75% done but if there’s something you’d like to see let me know.

[Captain Ash]

SW and feet, my most favorite combination.

Chapter 1 is a great start to the story, though I'd like to learn more about this magic, how it exactly works and where it comes from.
It would be also interesting how Maya learned Kathrine's secret about her ticklish feet.
Maya's character is described at the beginning as cruel, though it would be nice to see what makes her so malice in the first place by her actions.
Later we learn that Maya can be mean to her lovers, rivals and co-workers.

Chapter 2 has a vivid description of the characters. I like that Maya praised Ava first, before she found something to criticise about her.
I wished to read more balance between praise and scolding, so Ava is trying to figure out how to match Maya's expectations, trying to find ways which might even backfire.

So far the story is great and I wonder how Ava figures out Maya's only weakness.

[bigguy123456789]

SW and feet, my most favorite combination.

Chapter 1 is a great start to the story, though I'd like to learn more about this magic, how it exactly works and where it comes from.
It would be also interesting how Maya learned Kathrine's secret about her ticklish feet.
Maya's character is described at the beginning as cruel, though it would be nice to see what makes her so malice in the first place by her actions.
Later we learn that Maya can be mean to her lovers, rivals and co-workers.

Chapter 2 has a vivid description of the characters. I like that Maya praised Ava first, before she found something to criticise about her.
I wished to read more balance between praise and scolding, so Ava is trying to figure out how to match Maya's expectations, trying to find ways which might even backfire.

So far the story is great and I wonder how Ava figures out Maya's only weakness.

Thanks for the feedback! I like your idea about more balance between praise and scolding, and there is a bit of that in chapter 3. Chapter 4 and 5 Ava will find out her secret and how Maya initially discovered it and I should have those two out in a couple hours. Tomorrow at the latest.

[bigguy123456789]

If anyone wants to read chapters 3, an interlude, and 4 let me know. I have them 90% completed and could use someone's opinion before I publish them.

[bigguy123456789]

I took Captain Ash's advice and added some lore about the magic earlier. This was originally going to be 2 chapters from now, but I moved it up as an interlude. I think it makes the story's pace much better. This was also very lightly edited because I wanted it out early. I will probably clean it up more tomorrow and resubmit it.

Interlude: Katherine’s Watchful Eye

3 weeks in the future:

Katherine swirled the deep red wine in her glass, her eyes fixed on Manhattan’s shimmering lights that stretched endlessly beyond the windows of her penthouse. The buzz of the city below barely reached her, yet it stirred a memory within her—a memory that like New York City would never truly sleep. That night, the one where Maya used her secret against her, played on a loop in her mind. She could still feel the rush of helplessness and the thrill of surrender when Maya had seized control in a way Katherine never thought anyone could.

"You sly little minx," she whispered, a smile playing at her lips. The memory of Maya's fingers dancing across her sensitive soles sent shivers down her spine. Her magic had betrayed her instantly, shrinking away her commanding height until she stood no taller than a doll.

The wine's scent filled her nostrils as she took another sip. Heat rose to her cheeks, remembering how she'd fought it at first - or pretended to. But the truth was, the moment Maya had discovered her vulnerability, Katherine had wanted nothing more than to surrender to those giant exploring hands and teasing touches.

"God, those three days." Katherine crossed her legs, the silk of her negligee rustling. Maya's enhanced form had been magnificent - all curves and strength and dominance. She'd worshipped every inch of Katherine's tiny body, bringing her to heights of pleasure she'd never known possible.

Katherine ran a finger around the rim of her wine glass. The weekend hadn't been just about pleasure though. She'd seen something in Maya, a reflection of herself. That's why she'd shared the spell's secrets with Maya, teaching her everything she knew about its power and its price.

A soft laugh escaped her lips. "Such a good student." The warmth in her chest wasn't just from the wine anymore. The memories of submission, of being completely at Maya's mercy, still had the power to make her pulse quicken and her skin flush.

Katherine's laugh deepened as she remembered Maya's not-so-subtle glances at her feet during those final weeks. The younger woman had thought herself so clever, staying late and watching from behind filing cabinets and doorways as Katherine's spell wore off one evening.

"Amateur." Katherine took another sip of wine. Maya's stares had been about as subtle as a brick through a window. Every conversation had dripped with hidden meaning, Maya's eyes darting to Katherine's boots while she pretended to listen to her talk about boring reports and sales numbers.

The memories flooded back - Maya's fumbling attempts at casual questions about Katherine's impressive height, her lingering looks whenever Katherine adjusted her boots. Even the way Maya had arranged to work late that fateful night had been painfully obvious.

"Such an arrogant little thing." Katherine traced the rim of her glass. "Thinking she was the first to discover this spell’s secret."

Maya's dominance act nowadays amused her. The younger woman strutted around in her enhanced form, believing she'd masterminded some brilliant coup. She had no idea she'd played right into Katherine's hands, just as Katherine had once played into her own mentor's schemes.

"Life teaches its lessons cruelly, doesn't it?" Katherine thought to herself. She'd watched with fascination as Maya evolved from a meek subordinate into an imposing executive. Yet her swagger stemmed from naivety - she remained blind to the enchantment's genuine essence, and the real reason Katherine had relinquished it without any true resistance. The magic's true cost was its ability to instill submission, to make one yearn to be possessed. No one could resist indefinitely. Sooner or later, they'd falter, whether consciously or not. The enchantment cultivated that desire within them, no matter how dominant they thought they were. Maya's time would come, and she too would belong to another.

Katherine set down her wine glass and stood, admiring her reflection in the window. Her enhanced form cut an impressive silhouette against the city lights - tall, curved in all the right places, radiating power and grace. She traced a hand down her side, savoring the smoothness of her silk negligee against her flawless skin.

"Twenty-one," she thought, remembering the first time she'd cast the spell. She recalled her former self - fresh out of college, barely five feet tall, appearing like a child playing dress-up in those inexpensive suits acquired from some discount retailer or possibly Goodwill. Either way, back then she wasn’t a very impressive figure, and nobody took her very seriously, especially not her former boss who she had learned the spell from. That story had played out just like her and Maya, and her life had been forever changed. Now here she stood, commanding every room she entered with her towering height and mature beauty.

The spell had given her more than just height and curves - it had frozen time itself. While others aged naturally, her enhanced form remained perpetually in its prime, a flawless woman of thirty. The irony wasn't lost on her that underneath it all, she still possessed the body of that wide-eyed graduate.

A laugh bubbled up as she imagined the scandal if she ever stopped using the spell. The mighty Katherine Reynolds, suddenly transformed into a tiny slip of a girl who looked young enough to be her own assistant. The board would have a collective heart attack.

"Poor Maya," Katherine smirked, thinking of her former protégé. "Barely old enough to drink when she first cast it." The thought of Maya's natural form - practically a teenager - amused her to no end.

Katherine's fingers traced the neckline of her negligee, remembering select nights with trusted lovers. The exquisite vulnerability of allowing someone to reduce her to mere inches, the rush of pleasure as skilled hands explored her miniature form. But always on her terms, always maintaining control even in submission.

"Worth every sacrifice," she whispered to her reflection. The spell demanded complete dedication and gave you a powerful weakness that could easily be exploited, but the power it granted - the eternal youth, the commanding presence, the delicious secrets it held - she wouldn't trade it for anything.

Katherine drummed her manicured nails against her mahogany desk. She thought of the question that had nagged at her for months after she had been shrunk - how had Maya discovered the tickling weakness? She'd been careless that evening, letting her spell fade when she thought she was alone. Maya must have seen her transform back to her petite form. But the tickling...that was different. There’s no way she could have figured it out just from watching her.

She'd interrogated Maya about it during that fateful weekend while she was reduced to doll-size, but Maya had just smirked and teased her more. Even after Katherine taught her the spell, Maya kept that secret close.

It wasn't until months later that Katherine discovered the truth. She'd been browsing an obscure witch forum when she recognized a post describing her exact spell. The thread contained detailed discussions about its effects, including the tickling vulnerability. Maya must have found it during her research.

Katherine's lip curled as she remembered how quickly that forum had vanished after Maya took over as CEO. The entire website disappeared overnight, scrubbed clean from the internet. Maya had used her considerable resources to ensure no one else could stumble across those secrets.

"Clever girl," Katherine muttered, reaching for her wine glass again. Maya had been thorough - hiring tech experts to remove all traces, buying out the domain name, eliminating any chance of the information resurfacing. It was exactly what Katherine would have done in her position if she had known that it existed.

Katherine opened her laptop, navigating through encrypted folders until she found the archived forum posts. The dim glow of the screen illuminated her face as she scrolled through the familiar threads. There it was - Maya's desperate plea for help, posted under the username "SmallButMighty":

"Need advice on confronting a CEO who uses an enhancement spell! She's 6'4" and utterly dominant with it, but now I've seen her true form. She’s barely 5 feet tall without it. And when I watched her shrink, it seemed like she was having an orgasm. WTF! I never thought magic was real! How can I use this knowledge against her? She’s such a bitch and I want revenge!"

The responses had flooded in, including detailed explanations of the tickling weakness. "Does anyone know if tickling the feet specifically causes shrinking?" Maya had asked in a follow-up post. "Please help, this is urgent." Katherine laughed at how desperate these posts sounded, each one revealing more of Maya's growing obsession with the spell's vulnerability.

Katherine's finger traced the screen, following the chain of replies that had sealed her fate. The forum's resident expert had confirmed every detail - the exact spot to tickle, how the shrinking process worked, even the intense pleasure that accompanied it.

"Guess I should thank them," Katherine mused, taking another sip of wine. After all, that weekend of submission to Maya had awakened something in her she hadn't known existed. The memory of being reduced to doll-size, completely at Maya's mercy, still sent shivers down her spine.

She clicked through more posts, finding Maya's triumphant update after their encounter: "It worked perfectly. She never saw it coming. Now I know all her secrets."

Katherine pulled up Ava's social media profiles on her screen. The girl's Instagram showed a bright-eyed college graduate, fresh-faced and eager to start her career. Her LinkedIn revealed stellar academic achievements and glowing recommendations from internships. Yet her recent posts hinted at mounting frustration - vague updates about "difficult workplace dynamics" and "toxic environments."

"Maya, Maya... you never learned, did you?" Katherine shook her head, remembering how the spell had changed Maya. The same way it had changed her years ago. That intoxicating height, the curves, the power - it went straight to your head. Made you forget what it felt like to be small, to be powerless.

Katherine had discretely monitored Maya's business operations with intense scrutiny. Administrative assistants cycled through at an alarming pace - with five departing in just twelve months. Yet Ava stood apart from the rest. While her predecessors had hastily resigned after just a few weeks at most, Ava persevered. Her willingness to share cryptic social media updates signaled something unique about her character. She was exactly who Katherine needed to execute her scheme. Despite her desire to personally tickle Maya's vulnerable feet, she knew her previous employee would never let her get close enough to those sensitive toes, she reflected with silent mirth.

"Sweet little Ava," Katherine murmured, zooming in on the secretary's face. "You're already halfway there, aren't you? You just need someone to point you in the right direction."

Katherine's manicured fingers hovered over the keyboard. The message needed to be perfect - just enough intrigue to hook Ava, without revealing too much. She'd learned long ago that power lay in carefully measured words. She opened an anonymous messaging service and created a fresh account. No traces back to her. The cursor blinked on the empty message field as Katherine took a slow sip of her wine, savoring the moment.

The words flowed as she typed:

"I bet you hate Maya, don't you, and want revenge? I can tell you how, but it's magical, and you won't believe me until you see it yourself. But once you see what I know you will eventually see with her weakness, reach back out. I promise it will be delicious—for both you and her…"

Katherine read it over twice, rolling each word around in her mind like the wine on her tongue. Yes, this would do nicely. The message played perfectly to what she'd observed in Ava's social media posts - that simmering resentment, that desperate need for validation and revenge.

With a satisfied smirk, Katherine clicked "Send." The message disappeared into cyberspace, racing toward its unsuspecting target. She leaned back in her chair, imagining Ava's reaction when she'd read it. The confusion, the intrigue, the temptation. She probably would dismiss it at first as a troll messing with her, but if everything turned out like she expected, she would eventually see an enthusiastic response.

Now all she had to do was wait. The spell that had shaped both her and Maya's lives would soon claim another player in its endless game of power and submission.

Katherine closed her eyes, letting the memories of that fateful weekend wash over her. The tingling had started in her toes, a delicious sensation that crept up her legs as Maya's fingers danced across her feet. Her imposing 6'4" frame had melted away, each inch dissolving in waves of pleasure until she stood barely taller than a coffee cup.

The memory still made her breath catch. Maya's triumphant face looming above her, those giant fingers that had reduced her to such a helpless state. Yet the humiliation had mixed with ecstasy. Each touch, each caress magnified a hundredfold at that size. Her body craved it desperately, responding to Maya's ministrations with an intensity that still made her shiver.

"Maya must feel that desire too," Katherine whispered, running a finger along the stem of her wineglass. She remembered leaving so many breadcrumbs for Maya and waiting weeks for her to finally make her move. If she hadn’t pushed it along, it might never even have happened. But Maya was the one she wanted to claim her. Somehow, she just knew she would be safe with her and that she was a good person. And deep down, she knew she deserved it. She had been dominating and cruel to Maya, so she was excited to let her have her little revenge. She suspected that the spell had somehow chosen Maya for her, and all she had to do was wait for the magic to happen. And happen it did, leading to the best weekend of her life.

Now it was Maya’s turn to experience this pleasure. Somehow, she knew that the spell had chosen Ava to be the one to claim Maya. She wondered if Maya felt it yet or was still clueless about her impending fate. Regardless, she knew Maya would feel it soon too.

The allure of complete surrender, of being utterly at someone's mercy. It sent shivers down Katherine’s spine. She had caught glimpses of that desire in Maya's eyes during their weekend together - the way she'd lingered over Katherine's shrunken form, studying every reaction, every moan.

Katherine let out a soft laugh. Maya had tried so hard to maintain that ice queen facade, but Katherine had seen right through it. The spell revealed everything - every secret, every hidden desire. And Maya's fascination with Katherine's transformed state had been unmistakable.

"Six inches," Katherine mused, remembering how small she'd become. "Complete powerlessness." She knew the thought must haunt Maya's dreams just as it had once haunted hers. The ultimate submission, being reduced to nothing more than a plaything for someone else's pleasure.

Katherine shifted in her chair, her body tingling at the memory of last night. She'd deliberately let the spell expire, craving that exquisite transformation. The first signs had started with a warm glow across her skin, like being caressed by giant invisible fingers.

Her magnificent height had begun to melt away, those ethereal hands molding her body like soft wet clay. They'd started at her shoulders, massaging downward, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through her nerves as her frame compressed. Her breasts had softened and shrunk, returning to their natural modest size as those phantom fingers kneaded and shaped them.

Her hips had narrowed next, those unseen hands sliding down her curves, squeezing and reshaping until she stood barely five feet tall. The sensation had been overwhelming - like being embraced by a lover who knew exactly how to touch her.

"They know," Katherine breathed, remembering how those invisible hands had seemed to delight in their work. "They enjoy reducing us just as much as we enjoy being reduced."

The spell's magic had its own consciousness, she was certain of it now. Those hands had moved with purpose, with pleasure, savoring every inch they stripped away. They'd lingered in places that made her gasp, teasing and tormenting until she'd been trembling with need.

When the final transformation had completed, leaving her in her natural petite form, Katherine had collapsed onto her bed, her body humming with the most intense pleasure she'd ever known. Those phantom touches had felt like a reward - or perhaps a reminder of the spell's true nature.

Katherine's lips curved into a knowing smile as she contemplated Maya's relationship with the spell. That proud, domineering CEO probably fought against her own desires, refusing to let herself experience the pure bliss of transformation more than a handful of times.

"Such a waste," Katherine murmured, trailing her fingers along her collarbone. Maya's ego was too wrapped up in maintaining that powerful image - the towering figure in designer boots who commanded respect with every step. The thought of willingly becoming small, vulnerable... Katherine knew it terrified Maya as much as it aroused her.

Unlike Maya, Katherine had embraced both aspects of the spell years ago. The enhancement was intoxicating - feeling her body stretch and grow, curves swelling to magnificent proportions brought her to levels of pleasure she never thought a woman could experience. But the reversal... that was pure ecstasy. The slow, delicious surrender as her enhanced form melted away, leaving her small and sensitive to every touch.

She'd found trusted partners over the years; carefully selected individuals who understood the gift they were being given. They'd reduced her to mere inches, lavishing attention on her transformed body until she shuddered with pleasure. The shame and mortification Maya still clung to had long since vanished for Katherine, replaced by an appreciation for the spell's dual nature.

"Poor Maya," Katherine purred, finishing the remaining wine in her glass. "So afraid of letting go, of admitting how much she craves it." But soon, through Ava, Maya would learn what she'd been denying herself all these years.

Katherine watched the sent message notification flash on her screen, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the wine. Her perfectly manicured fingers drummed against the mahogany desk as she considered her true intentions.

"It's not about getting revenge on her," she murmured, trailing a finger along the rim of her wineglass. "It’s about helping her. Maya needs to understand both sides of the coin."

The memory of that weekend under Maya's control resurfaced—not with bitterness, but with a warm nostalgia for moments so perfect they could never be surpassed. Maya had been so focused on dominance, on proving her power, that she'd missed the deeper pleasure of surrender.

Katherine leaned back in her chair, her enhanced form casting a long shadow in the dim office light. "Balance," she whispered. "That's what she needs."

A soft laugh escaped her lips as she caught herself trying to justify her actions with noble intentions. Who was she kidding? The thought of Maya squirming under someone else's control sent a delicious thrill through her body.

"Okay, fine," Katherine admitted to herself while pouring more wine in her expensive glass. "Maybe I want to see her squirm a little. She did tickle me mercilessly that entire weekend." Her lips curved into a knowing smile. "And maybe I want her to finally understand what it feels like to be completely at someone else's mercy."

The thought made her toes curl in her stilettos. Maya had been such an arrogant bitch once she'd gotten hold of the spell. She'd never truly appreciated the gift Katherine had given her - the knowledge that true power lay in knowing when to yield.

Katherine swirled the wine in her glass, savoring its rich bouquet as memories of that weekend danced through her mind. The way Maya had dominated her, reduced her, claimed her - it had awakened something in both of them. But Maya had missed the point entirely, hadn't she? She'd taken the power and run with it just like she had, never stopping to appreciate the exquisite vulnerability that came with surrender. Maybe that was part of the spell’s plans. Maybe it wanted you to fight against it so when you finally surrendered it felt so much better.

"Six foot four of voluptuous curves and pure ego," Katherine muttered, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "You've forgotten where you came from, haven't you, Maya? Don't worry. The spell will remind you where you came from soon. In fact, it probably already has, and you are just too stubborn to take a hint."

Maya had gotten drunk on power, treating everyone beneath her with the same casual cruelty Katherine herself had once shown. But at least Katherine had learned better, had grown to appreciate both sides of the dynamic. Maya needed that lesson. Needed to feel what it was like to be truly helpless, to experience that mix of humiliation and ecstasy that came with complete surrender. To understand that true power lay in the ability to yield as much as to dominate.

Katherine's enhanced form shifted in her leather chair as heat bloomed between her thighs at the thought. The memory of Maya's fingers reducing her to doll-size still sent shivers down her spine. Such sweet torment - and Maya had no idea how much pleasure lay in that submission.

"Eventually, Maya will make a mistake," Katherine whispered into her wine glass, voice husky with anticipation. "And when she does, Ava will be there to remind her just how small she really is. And how small she really wants to be..."

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If you like this story and want to see what happens next, leave a comment and I can send you the next chapters that are 90% completed and just need editing. I could use some feedback!

[Captain Ash]

Damn you Internet Archive! Without you deleting the internet would be much more easier.
I like the idea of Kathrin telling Ava how to learn Maya's secret. It is a clever way to lure Ava into the right direction.
Kathrin is such a snitch and she clearly likes to projects her kinks on Maya.

The only negative thing is how often Kathrin wants Maya to suffer the same humiliation as she does.
It is okay to remind reader of some facts or events, but not several times in a row is a little too much.

The story was quite enjoyable and I hope to see more of Kathrin in this story, not only as a puppet master.

[bigguy123456789]

Damn you Internet Archive! Without you deleting the internet would be much more easier.
I like the idea of Kathrin telling Ava how to learn Maya's secret. It is a clever way to lure Ava into the right direction.
Kathrin is such a snitch and she clearly likes to projects her kinks on Maya.

The only negative thing is how often Kathrin wants Maya to suffer the same humiliation as she does.
It is okay to remind reader of some facts or events, but not several times in a row is a little too much.

The story was quite enjoyable and I hope to see more of Kathrin in this story, not only as a puppet master.

Thanks for the feedback! This chapter was only lightly edited so I will clean up anything repetitive. We'll see more of Katherine soon! She can't resist a front row seat to Maya's downfall even if it means taking some big risks... And Katherine may be projecting a bit, but Maya has those fantasies too...But yeah I think Katherine's ego is tied up a bit in Maya also wanting to be submissive to justify her own submissive fantasies.

[Captain Ash]

Being undercover in her natural form.
Sounds intruiging. Then technically Kathrine could tickle Maya's feet without Ava's help.

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She could try! But the spell has a mind of its own and has chosen Ava to be the one who gets to reduce her. Katherine just wants to be there to watch it happen and help move it along. Plus she wants to keep a low profile and not spook Maya.

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Interlude Part 2: Katherine Goes Undercover

Katherine reclined against the plush leather cushions of her private office sofa, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over her. What an exquisite scheme she had just concocted, and she would only hear about it through whatever tidbits the young secretary decided to reveal. If she even decided to reveal anything at all. The thought made her manicured fingers drum impatiently against the armrest, her perfectly maintained nails creating a gentle rhythm against the leather.

Leading as a chief executive of multiple companies for over a decade had made her entitled, perhaps even spoiled - she'd become accustomed to orchestrating events from her elevated status, pulling strings from behind the scenes like a master puppeteer. Not being present for Maya's ultimate downfall seemed like missing the final course of an exceptional dinner, the dessert that would have made the meal truly memorable. The very thought of missing such a delectable moment of revenge made her jaw clench in frustration. But Katherine was resourceful, and she was confident she'd find a way around this new obstacle.

Katherine's fingers drummed against the edge of her sofa as she refreshed her inbox yet again. Patience had never been her strong suit, especially not in this magnificent form that seemed to vibrate with restless energy. But she would wait. The perfect revenge required perfect timing. After all, she had spent months plotting this elaborate game, carefully arranging each element like pieces on a chessboard - what were a few more days to ensure all the pieces fell precisely into place? The sweet anticipation of Maya's eventual downfall would sustain her through the wait.

Suddenly, Katherine's phone chirped, interrupting her musings. Her enhanced fingers swiped across the screen, revealing Ava's response:

"This is probably some stupid prank. But I hate that arrogant bitch so much right now, I'll listen to whatever crazy thing you have to say."

A slow smile spread across Katherine's face as she read the message. Such raw hatred - it was perfect. The girl had more fire than she'd suspected.

Katherine's fingers flew across her phone's keyboard, crafting her response with precision:

"Maya has a magical weakness. When someone tickles her feet while she's in her enhanced form, she shrinks. First to her natural height of 4'11", then smaller if you keep going. Here's proof - the archived website where she learned about the spell herself."

She attached the link to the witch forum's cached page, complete with Maya's desperate questions about controlling her "troublesome CEO." Katherine remembered how those posts had made her blood boil at the time. Now they served as perfect ammunition.

Her phone buzzed moments later. Katherine's victorious smile faded as she read

Ava's response:

"Is this some kind of sick joke? Picking on the new girl for laughs? What are you, some weirdo with a shrinking and foot fetish? Haha very funny. Lose my email, bitch."

Katherine's tensed, her jaw clenching as she read the dismissive words. Of course the girl wouldn't believe it - who would? She had reacted the same way when she first discovered the spell's existence over a decade ago. The rejection stung more than she'd expected, her carefully laid plans crumbling before they'd truly begun.
She tossed her phone onto the leather sofa beside her, running her fingers through her auburn hair in frustration. The girl's sass was admirable, but it complicated things. Katherine had counted on Ava's hatred of Maya overriding her skepticism. She'd have to find another way to make Ava believe - perhaps something more... tangible than words on a screen.

But then...

Katherine's eyes lit up as a delicious new possibility unfurled in her mind. She hadn't taken her natural form in years, except for those brief moments of pleasure or when she let trusted lovers reduce her. But what if she took that petite 5-foot frame again for an extended period?
Her lips curved into a calculating smile as she considered the angles. Maya had only seen her diminished form when spying on her through barely cracked doors, and Katherine had maintained her enhanced appearance while shrunk to six inches. Even in miniature form, Katherine had maintained her enhanced figure, that aura of authority that the spell bestowed, though it had done little to protect her from Maya's torments. After seven years, there was no way Maya would recognize her true form - especially not with some strategic changes.
Katherine's posture improved as her heartbeat accelerated, a familiar thrill coursing through her veins. Her original appearance remained intact - small-statured, hardly reaching sixty inches, with a youthful look suggesting recent graduation from university.

"Some hair coloring," she considered thoughtfully, running her fingers through her auburn tresses that cascaded past her shoulders. "New eye color, alternative cosmetics, perhaps even a slight accent..." Ideas flourished like spring blossoms as she contemplated infiltrating Maya's administrative staff undetected, hiding in plain sight. Her mind raced with the possibilities, each more devious than the last.

However, she bristled at contemplating a return to subservience, every fiber of her enhanced being rebelling at the thought. Following directives rather than issuing them, reduced to taking notes instead of making executive decisions. Enduring Maya's renowned outbursts from the lowest position in the organization, becoming just another faceless employee in the corporate hierarchy. The mere idea made her enhanced form shudder with indignation.

Yet to observe Maya's demise in person? To witness the precise instant she comprehended her crumbling influence and power? To savor every microsecond of her former protégé's downfall? The prospect was intoxicating, almost as potent as the expensive whiskey in her nearby crystal tumbler.

Katherine's mouth formed a predatory grin as she envisioned the moment the hunter transformed into prey, her perfectly applied lipstick gleaming in the office's dim lighting. She would sacrifice her executive suite for a confined workspace, her dominance for temporary submission. It would only be for a few weeks at most. Nevertheless, the prospect of watching Maya's expression when she finally grasped complete powerlessness, of seeing those piercing blue eyes widen in recognition and horror as she shrank to mere inches in height, just as Katherine once had...

"It's worth it," Katherine murmured with silky satisfaction, placing her drained wine glass aside with a soft clink. "Completely, utterly worth it." Her enhanced form seemed to pulse with anticipation as she imagined the sweet taste of revenge that awaited her.

Katherine considered the risks, her manicured nails tapping a restless rhythm on her mahogany desk. Subjecting herself to Maya's notorious temper wasn't a decision to make lightly. The thought of enduring daily humiliation, of watching that smug smile spread across Maya's enhanced features while barking orders - it made her bristle with indignation. She tensed at the mere thought of being forced to bow and scrape before her former protégé, remembering all too well how she had treated others when she was in Maya's shoes.

No, she wouldn't commit to such degradation without absolute certainty. Ava needed to prove herself first. The girl had potential - Katherine had seen flashes of steel beneath those doe eyes during their carefully orchestrated "chance" encounters in the building lobby. There was something deliciously promising about the way Ava's shoulders would straighten whenever Maya's name was mentioned, the slight narrowing of those innocent eyes betraying deeper emotions.

Katherine wished she could be the one to tickle Maya down to size, to savor that delicious moment of revenge, but she knew all too well that the spell had a mind of its own. The ancient magic worked in mysterious ways, choosing its own instruments of justice. She wasn't the one who would get to claim this prize, no matter how much she yearned to see Maya reduced to a helpless doll-sized version of herself. If she tried, it would inevitably fail, just as it had for others before her who had attempted to defy the spell's peculiar logic. The spell had to choose someone worthy, someone who could restore the balance of power, and hopefully it had chosen Ava - that seemingly innocent girl with a darkness brewing beneath her sweet exterior.

She would only subject herself to this if Ava proved worthy of being the instrument of Maya's downfall. Only then. Katherine wouldn't put up with these inconveniences for anything less than absolute certainty in her chosen weapon. Her life was about as glamorous as possible, with the corner office, the designer wardrobe, the respect her enhanced form commanded - so giving it up for being a secretary was far from ideal. The thought of trading her Italian leather executive chair for a standard-issue office seat made her jaw clench.

Yet deep down, Katherine already knew that Ava was the one and that she was going to go through with it. She could sense that the spell had chosen her, just as it had chosen Katherine herself years ago. There was something familiar in the way Ava's eyes gleamed with that mixture of determination and hidden darkness - the same look Katherine had once seen in Maya's eyes before everything changed. The ancient magic had a way of selecting its vessels carefully, and watching Ava's transformation from meek secretary to potential conqueror stirred memories of her own journey with the spell's seductive power.

Her own memories of being shrunk flooded back, making her breath catch. The sensation of her enhanced form melting away, becoming small and vulnerable. That initial panic followed by waves of pleasure as Maya's giant fingers had teased and tormented her.

Katherine's hand trembled slightly as she touched her neck, remembering. Perhaps she should experience it again before putting her plan in motion. Just to remind herself of the sensations she'd be subjecting Maya to. Her body tingled at the thought.

She could call one of her trusted lovers, let them reduce her for an evening of pleasure. Feel those ethereal hands reshaping her body, making her small and helpless. Submit to their tender mercies as her magnificent height dwindled away to nothing. Katherine shifted in her chair, feeling a familiar heat build between her legs. Yes, she would need to indulge soon.

Katherine crossed to her full-length mirror, studying her towering reflection. A few boxes of hair dye, some colored contacts, different makeup... She could transform herself into someone entirely new. Just another fresh-faced secretary in Maya's vast pool of administrative staff. The thought of slipping right under Maya's nose, watching her former protégé's downfall from the front row, sent a thrill down Katherine's spine.
"I could guide Ava personally," Katherine thought, trailing her fingers down the mirror's cool surface, imagining Maya's inevitable downfall. "Show her exactly how to exploit Maya's weakness." Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she pictured her former protégé's feet being mercilessly tickled, watching that magnificent height melt away. I can make it all play out. A cracked door. A forgotten phone forcing Ava back to the office late. An innocent glimpse of Maya's transformation as the spell wore off. It would all be too easy. Katherine's breath quickened at the thought of orchestrating such delicious revenge, remembering all too well how it felt to be on the receiving end of Maya's cruel dominance.

The ultimate irony - Maya's former victim returning in disguise to orchestrate her undoing. Katherine almost laughed at the delicious symmetry of it all. She'd have to give up her enhanced form temporarily, of course. But the satisfaction of seeing Maya brought low would be worth every moment spent in her natural state.

Katherine's excitement dimmed as ancient wisdom crept back into her thoughts. The spell wasn't just magic - it was alive in its own way. Her old boss, the woman who she had shrunk and who had taught her the spell, had warned her about interfering too directly. "The magic chooses its own path," she'd said. "Try to force it, and it will turn against you. It had its own peculiar sense of justice, its own way of selecting who would shrink and who would be claimed. If she tried inserting herself directly into its plans, she might find herself back at six inches tall - or worse.

But the spell had chosen Ava. Katherine could sense it, just as she'd sensed it choosing Maya years ago. Her role wasn't to interfere, but to watch and wait as events unfolded naturally. The anonymous message she'd sent was probably pushing the boundaries of what the spell would tolerate already. But if she just gave the events a little nudge here and there to move it along quicker, nothing bad would happen right?

Katherine set her phone down and swiveled her chair toward her computer. Her enhanced fingers flew across the keyboard as she composed a company-wide email:

"Effective immediately, I will be taking an extended sabbatical to focus on personal projects. Sarah Martinez will assume interim CEO responsibilities. I expect the same level of excellence from everyone during my absence."
She hit send, then dialed Sarah's direct line. Her second-in-command picked up on the first ring.

"Katherine? I just saw your email. Is everything alright?"

"More than alright." Katherine kept her tone casual, practiced. "I need some time away. You've been ready to step up for months now."

"How long will you be gone?"

"A few weeks, perhaps longer." Katherine examined her perfect manicure, already planning how she'd have to let it go to match a secretary's budget. "I trust you'll keep things running smoothly."

"Of course, but this is rather sudden-"

"Sometimes opportunities present themselves and we must seize them." Katherine's enhanced form practically vibrated with anticipation. "I'll be unreachable for the duration. Handle any emergencies as you see fit."

After ending the call, Katherine pulled up Maya's company website. Their HR portal showed several openings in the executive assistant pool. Perfect. She'd already prepared a resume under the name Katy Peters - close enough to her real name that she'd respond naturally, different enough to avoid suspicion.

Soon she'd trade her corner office for a cubicle, her Louboutin for sensible flats. The thought made her enhanced form bristle with indignation. But watching Maya's downfall in person would be worth every moment of degradation.

Katherine reclined deeper into the plush leather, closing her eyes as the enhancement spell began to unravel. The familiar tingling sensation started at her extremities, ethereal hands gently caressing her enhanced form. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the magical energy pulsed through her body.

Katherine closed her eyes, letting the spell's ethereal sensations wash over her. The invisible hands worked with delicate precision, starting at her hips. Her enhanced curves began to diminish under their soft touch, the commanding width of her form gradually narrowing. Like a sculptor with soft, wet clay, the magical energy reshaped her silhouette, transforming her imposing stature into something more graceful and petite.

She marveled at how the magical touch always felt both foreign and familiar - like remembering a half-forgotten night with a long lost lover. The spell's energy flowed through her body in waves, each pulse bringing her closer to her original form. Katherine surrendered to the sensation, knowing resistance was pointless against the spell's inexorable work.

A quiet whimper slipped from her lips as the ethereal touch drifted higher, softly caressing and squeezing her breasts. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of pressure and warmth that sent shivers down her spine. Katherine arched her back involuntarily, her breath catching in her throat as the ephemeral fingers worked their magic across her bosom, kneading with exquisite care. The fullness gradually diminished, the substantial mass and roundness melting away, her generous curves reducing to modest swells.

"Oh..." she cried out softly, the sound laced with pleasure. Perfect perky B cups now graced her chest, a stark contrast to the ample bosom she’d grown accustomed to. Her body responded eagerly to the transformative touch, every nerve ending alive with sensation as she surrendered to being remolded and reshaped like soft, wet clay. The familiar tingling that accompanied these changes coursed through her flesh, making her skin hypersensitive to even the slightest ethereal caress. Katherine found herself welcoming the metamorphosis, her form yielding willingly to the mystical forces at work.

The ghostly hands moved to her shoulders next and began softly squeezing them together, their touch firm yet gentle. These strong, broad shoulders, a symbol of her enhanced power and presence, began to slowly narrow. Katherine felt her posture shift, the commanding aura of her augmented form softening into something more delicate. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of being sculpted, of returning to the form she’d once known so well. It was a surrender, a relinquishing of the power she’d wielded for so long, yet it felt strangely liberating.

The ethereal touch continued its descent, tracing the length of her arms. The enhanced musculature, once a testament to her strength, gradually softened and thinned. Her fingers, previously long and strong, now appeared smaller and more delicate, the nails returning to their natural, unpolished state. Katherine wiggled them experimentally, enjoying the renewed sense of familiarity.

Downward the spectral hands drifted, reshaping her elongated legs. The powerful thighs, accustomed to striding confidently through boardrooms, thinned and shortened, returning to their natural, more graceful proportions. Katherine felt a pang of regret as her towering height diminished, inch by inch. She enjoyed the thrill of standing tall, of looking down at those who dared to challenge her. But with the loss of height came a sense of lightness, a freedom from the weight of her enhanced presence.

The ethereal hands moved to Katherine's feet last, their ghostly touch making her giggle despite herself. The spell's final phase always targeted this most vulnerable spot, transforming her enhanced feet into their natural, delicate form. Her toes curled reflexively as the spectral fingers traced along her arches, each caress sending shivers up her diminishing frame.

"Oh!" Katherine squirmed in her chair, unable to contain her laughter as the magical energy danced across her soles. Her feet, once commanding in size to match her enhanced stature, began shrinking and narrowing. The ethereal touch molded them with careful precision, reshaping each toe until they appeared dainty.

The tingling sensation intensified, and Katherine gripped her armrests as waves of ticklish pleasure coursed through her body. Her feet had always been particularly sensitive to the spell's effects, and now they betrayed that weakness completely. Each ghostly stroke across her arches drew forth more giggles, her composure crumbling in the face of such overwhelming sensations.

"Stop, please," she gasped between fits of laughter, though she knew the spell would continue its work regardless. The magical hands persisted, reducing her feet to their original petite size with methodical care. Katherine's whole body trembled with the effort of enduring such exquisite ticklish torment, her transformation nearly complete.

The spectral fingers gave one final, teasing stroke across her now-tiny soles before fading away. Katherine slumped in her chair, breathing heavily as the last echoes of ticklish pleasure subsided. Where once sat a commanding figure of 6'4", now perched a delicate woman of barely 5'0", her natural form fully restored.

The ethereal hands, having finished their meticulous work on her feet, drifted upwards, their touch now playful rather than transformative. A soft spank landed on her newly restored backside, the unexpected contact making Katherine jump. A surprised giggle escaped her lips, the sound echoing strangely in the now-oversized office. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal warming her skin. The sensation was unexpected, a stark contrast to the methodical reshaping she’d just experienced. Then there was another unexpected stronger spank on her pert rear that made her gasp, the sharp sting radiating through her newly diminutive body. She reflexively moved to shield herself, but the ghostly fingers tickled her underarms, making her halt as ticklish sensations danced across her skin.

Katherine knew that playful spank carried a message. The spell had its own consciousness, its own way of communicating - and right now it was warning her about meddling too deeply in its designs. Her flesh still tingled where the ethereal hand had landed, a reminder that she walked a dangerous line.

She rubbed her bottom, feeling properly chastised. The anonymous message to Ava, planning to go undercover as Katy Peters - she'd already pushed the boundaries of what the spell would tolerate. Any more direct interference might result in worse than just a warning spank.

"Message received," Katherine muttered, shifting in her oversized chair. The spell had chosen Ava as its instrument, just as it had once chosen Maya, and before that, Katherine herself. Her role should be to observe, not orchestrate.

Still, she couldn't shake the urge to interfere once more. Though the mystical force had delivered only a moderate swat, she wondered if she might find ways to influence events discreetly. The notion had barely crossed her mind when she sensed the supernatural energy gathering again, this time radiating disapproval. The invisible force delivered another smack to her backside, sharper and more serious than before.

Katherine hastily abandoned her manipulative ideas. "Fine, fine. I won't interfere anymore." She understood it would be unwise to continue provoking the enchantment's limits.

The ghostly fingers lingered on her bottom for a moment, tracing the curve of her now-petite rear before venturing further. Katherine shifted in her chair, her breath catching in her throat as the ethereal touch reached the delicate skin between her legs. A wave of heat pulsed through her core, the unexpected intimacy making her squirm.

"Oh my, the spell really has a mind of its own today," she giggled breathlessly, marveling at how the ancient magic seemed to dance with a will of its own, teasing and tormenting her newly miniaturized body with phantom caresses. Katherine had experienced the spell's effects for years, but she'd never experienced anything quite like this - the way it seemed to anticipate her desires, to know exactly where and how to touch her diminutive form. The ghostly sensations reminded her of how Maya had dominated her that fateful weekend, though this time the magic felt gentler, more playful in its exploration of her transformed body.

The spectral hands began to explore her most sensitive area, their touch feather-light at first. Katherine gasped, her body tensing in anticipation. The ghostly fingers danced across her soft folds, teasing and probing with increasing boldness. Each caress sent shivers of pleasure radiating outwards, her arousal building with every delicate stroke.

"Oh my..." she whispered, her voice barely audible above the hum of the office lights. The sensation was exquisite, the ethereal touch somehow managing to be both gentle and intensely stimulating. Katherine closed her eyes, surrendering to the wave of pleasure washing over her. The ghostly fingers continued their exploration, their touch growing more insistent as they delved deeper into her moist heat.

Katherine's hips bucked involuntarily, her body instinctively seeking more contact. The ethereal hands responded, their caresses becoming more rhythmic, more purposeful. A low moan escaped her lips, the sound thick with arousal. The pleasure intensified, building towards a crescendo that threatened to shatter her composure. She arched her back, her fingers gripping the armrests as the ghostly touch brought her closer and closer to the edge.

A strangled cry tore from Katherine’s throat as the spectral hands finally tipped her over the edge. Her body convulsed, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over her. The ethereal fingers continued their relentless dance, their touch now a blur of sensations against her swollen clit. Katherine’s head lolled back against the plush leather of her office chair; her petite form lost in the oversized negligee. The orgasm ripped through her, a fiery cascade of sensations that left her gasping for breath.

The ghostly hands lingered for a moment, their touch now soothing as her tremors subsided. Katherine’s breathing gradually returned to normal, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her climax. She lay there, eyes closed, savoring the lingering pleasure. The negligee, once perfectly fitted to her enhanced form, now draped loosely around her much smaller frame, a silken reminder of the transformation she’d just undergone. She felt a strange mix of vulnerability and contentment, her usual commanding presence replaced by that of a petite young woman trying to make her way for the first time in a big scary world. She hadn’t felt this way in years, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

Katherine stretched, her smaller limbs feeling strangely light and free within the folds of the negligee. She ran a hand through her hair, now a cascade of auburn waves around her shoulders, no longer the sleek, styled mane she maintained in her enhanced form. A small smile played on her lips. This was her true self, the woman beneath the spell, and for a moment, she felt a sense of peace she hadn’t experienced in years. The constant pressure to maintain her powerful facade, the endless calculations and manipulations required to stay on top - it all felt miles away.

The spell had become such an integral part of her life, it was almost easy to forget what it felt like to be without it. The enhanced form, with its commanding height and amplified curves, had become her armor, a shield against the world. But underneath it all, she was still Katherine, a woman who craved connection and intimacy just like anyone else.

She stood up, the comically oversized silken nightgown floating around her frame like a delicate mist. Moving silently, her naked feet pressed into the thick carpet as she crossed the office. Something inside her yearned to break free from these four walls, to venture into the evening and experience the night breeze on her flesh. But not yet. She had a long night of planning and scheming ahead of her.

Katherine opened her laptop, the screen's glow illuminating her delicate features. Her fingers danced across the keyboard as she pulled up several tabs - high-end salons, boutiques, and Maya's company careers page. The familiar logo brought back memories of corner offices and power suits, now replaced by a different kind of anticipation.

"Time for Katy Peters to come to life," she murmured, booking an appointment at Bellissima Salon. She'd need to transform her signature auburn waves into something more understated - perhaps a honey blonde shade that would make her look younger, more innocent. The kind of look that wouldn't draw attention in a pool of secretaries. She could already envision the transformation, how it would strip away any traces of her former authority.

Next came the wardrobe consultation. Katherine selected a mid-range boutique that specialized in office wear. Nothing too expensive or designer - that would raise suspicions. She needed clothes that whispered "competent assistant" rather than screaming "executive power." She chose pieces that would help her blend into the background, the exact opposite of the statement pieces she'd worn just today to command attention.

Her natural form made the deception easier. At 5'0" with delicate features, she looked nothing like the commanding CEO who had once dominated boardrooms. Even Maya wouldn't recognize her without the enhancement spell's effects and her planned makeover. The thought brought both a twinge of humiliation and a spark of satisfaction - she knew better than anyone how appearances could deceive.
Katherine's lips curved into a smile as she filled out the job application. She carefully crafted her resume, downplaying her actual experience while highlighting skills that would make her an attractive candidate for an executive assistant position. Her references were impeccable – she would arrange them through trusted contacts who would play along. Each detail was meticulously planned, drawing on her years of corporate experience to create the perfect facade.

"Perfect," she whispered, reviewing the appointments she'd scheduled. Tomorrow morning she'd begin her transformation into Katy Peters, the eager young secretary ready to serve under the infamous Maya Reeves. Her fingers traced the edge of the laptop, thinking about how it will feel to be the one taking orders instead of giving them. But this role reversal was necessary for what she had planned.

[bigguy123456789]

Please let me know what you think! I've now introduced all three major characters and their motivations. Now Maya's ticklish little adventure can finally begin.

I'll probably update this tomorrow with one more chapter, but after that I'm going to go back and edit the previous ones so there won't be another update for a week or so. I didn't edit these very much because I wasn't sure if anyone would like the story. So far it's gotten pretty positive responses, so I'm going to finish it.

If you have any thoughts or suggestions on how you think it should play out, please let me know. I already have an ending in mind, but it hasn't been written yet.

[loves2shrink]

How long until Katherine's plan backfires and she ends up 6 inches herself? Will Ava get to shrink both of them? I wouldn't mind seeing Katherine and Maya both shrunk together and both become part of Ava's little shrunken harem.

[Captain Ash]

Very vivid description of Kathrin's scheming and her transformation.
Also how this magic seems to be some kind of entitiy which follows it s own rules and controls people.
The story transports Kathrin feelings well, how she volunerable she feels without her powers and how much she suffers when she starts again as a secretary.
Makes me wonder what happens if she has no more access to her magic and has to be stuck like that?

Only the beginning disturbs the flow of reading, as it is repetetive mentioned how much Kathrin wants to be there when Maya falls.

[bigguy123456789]

Very vivid description of Kathrin's scheming and her transformation.
Also how this magic seems to be some kind of entitiy which follows it s own rules and controls people.
The story transports Kathrin feelings well, how she volunerable she feels without her powers and how much she suffers when she starts again as a secretary.
Makes me wonder what happens if she has no more access to her magic and has to be stuck like that?

Only the beginning disturbs the flow of reading, as it is repetetive mentioned how much Kathrin wants to be there when Maya falls.

Thanks for the feedback! I'll edit it to flow better.

For the spell, it definitely has its own rules, but it only gets involved if it thinks people are abusing its power. If Maya had used it to be head of some charity organization that made the world a better place and not treated people poorly, then it probably wouldn't have gotten involved. And it can't control people's thoughts, but it can guide people to doing what it wants. Maya already has that submission kink, especially since she's always winning thanks to the spell's powers, but she represses it. The spell constantly reminds her of it to mess with her and embarrass her. It's kind of like a trickster in that way. But it's not evil and won't let any real harm come to the person it is messing with. It chose Ava because it knows she is a good person who will humble Maya but not do any lasting damage. Just like Maya let Katherine grow back after she learned her power. It also influences her act on her fantasies, but she has them herself already.

But it doesn't like when people mess with its plans. Katherine is playing with fire getting involved. If she just sits on the sidelines and watches, then she will get a front row seat. But if she starts getting arrogant and decides to intervene, she might find herself 6 inches tall right next to Maya. And Katherine is very arrogant, so there's a good chance of that happening.

[bigguy123456789]

How long until Katherine's plan backfires and she ends up 6 inches herself? Will Ava get to shrink both of them? I wouldn't mind seeing Katherine and Maya both shrunk together and both become part of Ava's little shrunken harem.

There is a very good chance this happens. But remember, she isn't using the spell so can't be shrunk by tickling her feet. But there's other ways to shrink someone down too that haven't been revealed yet.

[bigguy123456789]

Chapter 3: A new Friend at the Office

The next morning brought an unexpected shift. Ava triple-checked the morning reports, arranged Maya's schedule with military precision, and had a steaming latte waiting the moment those commanding heels clicked through the door.

"Well." Maya paused at Ava's desk, lifting the coffee to her lips. "Everything's actually in order for once. The new proposal is properly formatted, my calendar's updated..." A hint of approval crept into her voice. "Keep this up and you might last longer than a few months. Maybe you can even get promoted. I might have finally actually found a half competent secretary."

Pride bloomed in Ava's chest. She sat straighter, savoring the rare praise.

Maya's attention and constant wrath now turned to Katy, the newest hire who'd started in accounting last week. "Peters! These numbers are garbage. Did you learn math from a kindergartener?"

Katy ducked her head, clutching folders to her chest as Maya towered over her. But later, when they crossed paths in the break room, Katy's smile was bright as ever. Nothing Maya did ever seemed to get under Katy’s skin. No matter how much abuse Maya rained down on her, Katy just seemed happy to be there.

"Don't mind her." Katy leaned close, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "By the way, have you noticed how she never takes those boots off? Even in summer?"

Ava glanced around before responding. "Now that you mention it..."
"And they're always laced up tight. Like she's afraid someone might..." Katy wiggled her fingers. "Get at her feet."

"Maybe she has bunions," Ava joked, earning a laugh from Katy.
Their coffee breaks became a daily ritual. Katy seemed to know everything about everyone, especially Maya. She'd point out little details - how Maya checked her boots throughout the day, how she kept her feet tucked under her chair in meetings.

"Strange for someone so powerful to be so protective of her feet," Katy mused one afternoon. "Almost like she's hiding something."

The observation stuck with Ava. She found herself watching Maya's boots, noting how carefully she guarded them. It was odd, now that she thought about it. But maybe this job wouldn't be so bad, between Maya's unexpected moments of approval and having Katy to talk to.

Three weeks into their new routine, Ava's world crashed. She'd organized the quarterly reports exactly as requested, or so she thought.

Maya's shadow fell across her desk. "Stand up."

Ava rose, her stomach knotting as Maya's six-foot-four frame loomed over her. The office fell silent.

"Did you seriously send these reports to a customer?" Maya held up the stack of papers. "This formatting is amateur hour. Are you trying to make me look incompetent?"

Heat crept up Ava's neck. "I followed the template-"

"The template?" Maya's laugh cut like ice. She turned to address the open office. "Everyone, gather round. Let's review what incompetence looks like."
Coworkers shuffled closer, avoiding Ava's eyes as Maya dissected every flaw, every misplaced comma, every slight variation in font size. Ava's hands trembled.

"This is what happens when we hire based on a pretty face instead of actual qualifications." Maya's heels clicked as she circled Ava. "Maybe you should go back to whatever community college failed to teach you basic business communication."

"Look at her posture. Shoulders slumped, head down." Maya's finger traced the air around Ava's form. "This is what mediocrity looks like, people. This is what happens when you settle for less than excellence.”

Ava's nails dug into her palms. The sting helped her maintain composure as Maya loomed over her, close enough that Ava caught the scent of her expensive perfume.

"I expect better from my employees." Maya's voice dropped to a silky purr. "Don't I, Ms. Jones?"

Tears pricked at Ava's eyes. She bit her lip hard, refusing to cry in front of everyone.

"Clean this mess up." Maya dropped the papers, letting them scatter across the floor. "And next time, try using what little brain cells you have."

The crowd dispersed, leaving Ava standing alone in the aftermath of her public humiliation. Her hands shook as she sank back into her chair, Maya's heels clicking away in triumph.

Later in the break room, Ava's hands shook so badly she couldn't open her water bottle. Katy appeared, gently taking it from her.

"Here." Katy twisted the cap off, her green eyes soft with concern. "Maya's on a power trip today. Don't take it personally."

"She made me look like an idiot." Ava's voice cracked.

"Trust me, I know exactly how you feel." Katy squeezed her shoulder. "Maya wasn't always the one in control. Sometimes the biggest bullies are hiding the biggest weaknesses. Everyone has a weakness. You just have to know where to look."

Ava's fingers trembled as she organized papers at her desk, Maya's cruel words still ringing in her ears. Her chest felt tight, each breath a struggle against the humiliation burning inside her. The office had cleared out for lunch, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the echo of those clicking boots.

She glanced at Maya's closed office door. Through the glass, she could see her boss's boots propped on the desk as she took a call, confidence and dominance oozing from every gesture. Something about those boots nagged at Ava's mind - the way Katy had pointed them out, how Maya guarded them.

Ava's jaw clenched. The sweet, eager-to-please secretary who'd walked through these doors three weeks ago was gone. In her place sat someone else - someone with steel in her spine and ice in her veins.

Her computer screen reflected her face, showing the mask of submission she wore. But beneath it churned a storm of rage and determination. Maya thought she could break her, treat her like dirt beneath those precious boots?

Katy's words whispered in her memory: "Maya wasn't always the one in control." There was something there - a crack in Maya's perfect facade. Those boots, the way she protected her feet, her obsessive need to dominate everyone around her... it all had to mean something.

Ava's fingers stopped shaking. She straightened her spine, smoothed her skirt, and pulled up a fresh document. In neat, precise letters, she began documenting every detail, every strange behavior, every clue Katy had mentioned. She'd play the meek secretary, take the abuse, watch and wait.
But she would find Maya's weakness. And when she did, she'd make her pay for every cruel word, every public humiliation, every moment of degradation.

Maya wanted to teach lessons about power? Ava would show her what real power looked like.

The observation became an obsession. Maya wore the same style of boots every day - black leather that hugged her calves, laces pulled tight enough to leave marks. Her feet must be killing her she thought to herself. Good. When she walked, her steps carried a deliberate weight, as if testing the security of each boot against the floor.

During their afternoon briefing, Ava dropped her pen. As she bent to retrieve it, she caught Maya's sharp intake of breath, saw her boss's legs draw back beneath the desk. The reaction seemed excessive for such a simple movement.
"The Q4 projections." Maya's voice cracked slightly. She cleared her throat, fingers dancing near her ankle. "Focus, Ava."

But Ava couldn't focus. Not when every interaction revealed new pieces of the puzzle. Like how Maya kept a spare pair of boots in her office, or how she never removed them, even during their longest strategy sessions. The way she angled her feet away whenever someone approached too closely.

Heat pooled in Ava's core as she pieced together the clues. Whatever Maya was hiding beneath those boots held a clue - something that made her formidable boss squirm in her seat during their latest one-on-one meeting.
"Is something amusing you?" Maya snapped, catching Ava's lingering gaze.

"No, Ms. Reeves." But Ava's pulse quickened at the flush creeping up Maya's neck, at how her boss's hand drifted down to check her laces for the third time in as many minutes.

*****

Later that day, Ava was lost in thought. She couldn’t stop thinking about those boots.

Suddenly, Maya slammed her palm on the desk, making Ava jump. "I've had enough of your incompetence and disrespect. Do you think I keep you around to daydream?"

The words cracked through the air like a whip. Ava's throat tightened as Maya circled the desk, each step deliberate and threatening. At full height, she blocked out the afternoon sun streaming through the office windows.

"I'm s-sorry, Ms. Reeves." Ava's voice came out small, fragile.

"Sorry doesn't cut it. Your work has been sloppy all week." Maya's shadow fell across Ava's face. "The quarterly reports were a mess. Three typos in the Henderson contract. And now you can't even maintain basic professional courtesy during meetings? Dropping pens and getting close to my boots. Do you have some kind of weird foot fetish or something?"

Ava blinked rapidly, fighting back tears. Her gaze dropped to the floor, catching another glimpse of those meticulously laced boots before Maya's fingers gripped her chin, forcing her head up.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you." Maya's blue eyes blazed with something beyond anger - fear? "If you can't handle basic responsibilities, perhaps it's time to reevaluate your position here."

The threat of termination hung heavy in the air. Ava's chest constricted as tears spilled down her cheeks. But through the blur, she noticed Maya's free hand drifting toward her boot again before stopping abruptly.

"Get out of my sight." Maya released her chin and turned away. "And have those reports properly formatted by morning, or don't bother coming back."

Ava fled the office, mascara running down her face. But even as humiliation burned through her chest, curiosity flickered in her mind. Why had Maya's voice shaken when she'd mentioned professional courtesy? What made her so defensive about those boots?

* * *

Ava flinched as Maya's voice thundered through the office.

"Get maintenance up here now! This door won't stay closed properly." Maya loomed over Katy's desk, her boots clicking against the floor as she paced. "I need privacy when I'm working. Fix it!"

Katy ducked her head, but Ava caught the slight quirk of her lips. "Right away, Ms. Reeves."

Later that afternoon, Katy passed by Ava's desk, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I may have loosened a few screws this morning." She winked and glided away, leaving Ava puzzled by her boldness.

The workday wound down, and Ava gathered her things, eager to escape Maya's cutting remarks. She turned to grab her phone from her purse - but it wasn't there. Her stomach dropped as she rifled through every pocket. Nothing. She hadn’t noticed the delicate feminine hand that had slipped in there earlier, hiding it where she’d never think to look.

At home, Ava's laptop pinged with a new email. Her heart raced when she saw Katy's name in her inbox:

"Hey Ava, Found your phone on Maya's desk. I put it in your desk drawer. You better come get it quick because she's looking for you- she's been messaging me about some reports and she's PISSED. BTW, that door is still broken and she freaks out every time it won't close all the way... LOL. Maybe you can finally figure out what's up with her and those boots she's so obsessed with? Just saying... "

Ava's pulse quickened. She didn't remember leaving her phone on Maya's desk. But now she had the perfect excuse to return to the office - and take advantage of that broken door to maybe catch Maya in an unguarded moment and figure out a way she could get revenge.

Ava's heels echoed through the empty hallway as she crept toward the office. The usual bustling workspace felt alien in the dark, lit only by the dim security lights and a faint glow from Maya's corner office.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. This was crazy. She should just come back tomorrow. But something about Katy's email nagged at her - the way she'd winked, her cryptic comments about Maya's boots.

"From her office, Maya's angry voice echoed through the hallway: 'God damn it, Katy! Her stupid mistakes are the reason I’m stuck here late. I swear she did this on purpose—I should just fire her!'"

A muffled curse filtered through the silence. Ava froze. Maya was still here? At this hour?

Ava lingered at her desk for a few minutes, trying to work up the courage to spy on her boss. The door to Maya's office stood slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling onto the carpet. Ava inched closer, pressing herself against the wall. More sounds drifted out - rustling fabric, a soft grunt, and...was that a whimper?

Blood rushed in Ava's ears as she edged toward the gap. This was her chance to see Maya unguarded, to maybe understand why her boss was so obsessed with maintaining control. Her fingers trembled as she gripped the doorframe.

Just one peek. That's all she needed.

Ava held her breath and tilted her head, angling for a view through the crack. The sight made her jaw drop.

[bigguy123456789]

Chapter 4: Watchful Eyes

It was late in the day and Maya was again alone in the high rise office. She often found herself alone late into the evenings. Her status demanded extended workdays, yet the rewards justified every minute of dedication.

She walked through empty desks to her spacious corner office as the last rays of sunlight painted the Manhattan skyline in amber hues. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she strode to her door and pushed it closed - or thought she had. A couple inches of space remained, unnoticed as she turned back to her desk. Normally she would have noticed this mistake, but her mind was on other things. The building was deserted anyway, making such concerns likely unnecessary, but if any unexpected visitors happened to pass through at this hour, that gap would give them an unobstructed view inside. A vengeful employee seeking retribution could take advantage of such oversight, or even an innocent coworker retrieving a forgotten phone might glimpse something not meant for her eyes.

Her fingers traced the edge of her expensive mahogany desk, mind already racing ahead to tonight's conquest. Rachel Chen, the ruthless corporate lawyer she'd met at last week's charity gala. Those long legs, that sharp tongue - Maya's pulse quickened at the thought of making her beg.

"On her knees, just like Emily." Maya's lips curved into a predatory smile as she perched on the edge of her desk. The spell's familiar tingle crept through her limbs - a warning that her enhanced form would soon fade. Yet she hesitated to renew the enchantment maintaining her altered appearance. The seductive fantasy held her captive, pulling her mind further into its depths.

Rachel would look magnificent sprawled across Maya's opulent king-sized bed, that normally perfectly pressed suit in disarray. And after she grew bored of Rachel's submission, she already had her next target in mind. Her gaze drifted to Ava's empty desk outside. Her mousy secretary's defiant glances hadn't gone unnoticed. The thought of breaking that quiet resistance, of watching Ava's pride crumble beneath her touch, drove her wild. No doubt that explained why she'd kept her employed, regardless of her utter ineptitude. She was as ineffective as all who came before - thoroughly incapable of handling even simple assignments. And her clumsiness knew no bounds.

She adjusted her position, desire building within her. Her hand slid up her thigh, imagination painting vivid pictures. Ava's small frame would fit so perfectly in her lap, those doe eyes wide with need. The ultimate power play - transforming her disobedient secretary into an eager pet.

The spell's warning pulses grew stronger, but Maya barely registered them through the haze of arousal. Her breath caught as she imagined claiming them both - Rachel tonight, Ava soon after. The ultimate display of her dominance.

Maya's fingers traced higher, slipping beneath her skirt. The empty office felt electric with possibilities. Her enhanced form radiated power, even as the spell's warning tingles intensified through her limbs. She ignored them. The sensations only heightened her arousal.

Her head fell back, dark hair cascading across her shoulders as she pictured Rachel's submission. The lawyer's sharp business suits torn away, leaving her naked. Vulnerable. Exposed. But it was Ava's imagined surrender that truly set her blood on fire. That quiet defiance in her secretary's eyes, finally shattered. Maya's breath hitched as she pictured Ava's small form writhing beneath her touch.

"Such a pretty little toy you'll make." The words escaped in a husky whisper. Her enhanced height made Ava look so deliciously tiny. Maya's free hand cupped her own breast through her blouse, imagining how she'd tower over her secretary, bend that stubborn will until Ava begged for her touch.

The spell's pulses grew more insistent. Her enhanced form would fade soon, but Maya couldn't bring herself to care. The fantasy consumed her - Ava's resistance crumbling, those doe eyes glazing with need. Her fingers worked faster beneath her skirt, wetness coating her thighs. The power rush of dominance mixed with raw desire, driving her higher.

"Mine." The word echoed in the empty office. Both of them would be hers. Rachel first, then sweet little Ava. The ultimate display of her control. Maya's body tensed, pleasure coiling tight as she balanced on the edge. The spell's warning throbs barely registered through the haze of approaching climax. Normally she was so careful about keeping her form always enhanced so nobody would discover her secret, but the thoughts of dominating Ava kept her distracted.

The warmth surged, a scorching sensation radiating from within. Her magically enhanced body pulsated, the enchantment's power ebbing away in steady waves that matched the mounting tension at her center. Maya clenched her eyelids, Ava's blushing countenance seared into her thoughts. That guileless, pure gaze, destined to cloud with bewildered submission.

Her fingers quickened their pace, gliding smoothly across dampened flesh. Each throb of the diminishing enchantment triggered a new surge of ecstasy, winding the tension tighter. Ava's petite body would mold perfectly under her grasp. The imagery sent a shock of raw desire coursing through her system. She envisioned the crack of her whip meeting Ava's tender skin, the quick gasp, the surprised sob that would echo after.

"Soon you'll understand your role," she whispered, her voice hoarse in the vacant workplace. The scene grew more vivid - Ava writhing helplessly, vision swimming with tears as she begged for clemency. Maya's mouth twisted into a wicked grin. Compassion wasn't something she offered, particularly when shattering someone's will. Especially someone who challenged her authority.

The enchantment pulsed again, more forcefully. The familiar feeling of strong hands gently enveloping and massaging her body returned Her enhanced appearance seemed to reduce by a fraction, the familiar pleasurable tingles growing stronger. If you didn’t know what to look for, you wouldn’t even have noticed a change. Maya again recognized the need to renew it to sustain her dominance, but the combination of the spell and her fantasy of Ava were just too strong. But the euphoria spiraling through her being was too compelling, too near its culmination for her to care anyway. Ava's imagined pleading filled her thoughts, stoking her inner flame.

Maya envisioned Ava's pert rear raised helplessly upward, squirming in vain against the sting of her favorite whip. Such pointless resistance, she thought, a cruel smile playing on her lips. The image of Ava’s exposed flesh, reddening under the leather, ignited a fire within her. She would cherish every moment, delighting in transforming her rebellious subordinate into a quivering, obedient toy. The power, the absolute control, it was intoxicating. Ava’s imagined whimpers and pleas only fueled Maya’s desire, pushing her closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Soon, Ava would be hers completely.

The prickling grew more intense, signaling her enhanced form's imminent dissolution. The familiar ephemeral fingers began softly tracing her skin, slowly beginning the process of molding and shaping her back to her petite normal form. Her sight grew hazy, but Maya remained unconcerned. She teetered too close to the edge, lost in the fantasy. Ava's sobs resonated in her mind, a melody of capitulation. Her fingers pressed deeper, the tension mounting, climbing, soaring.

Her thoughts drifted from her fantasy as the pleasure from the spell dispersing overcame her. Her augmented form, her commanding aura, began to diminish millimeter by millimeter. The soft supernatural touch grew stronger, wrapping around her entire body. The sensation reminded her of massive, gentle palms cradling her form delicately, as though she were a diminutive figure held gently within a colossus's grasp. That ethereal embrace was persistent, determined to guide her back to her natural, delicate dimensions, refusing to release its hold until Maya returned completely to her original state. Deliberately yet tenderly, those strong ephemeral hands began stripping away each and every inch of her cherished enhanced stature, magnificent proportions, and powerful aura, reconstructing her into someone entirely different. Her heart fluttered with each passing moment, her towering form gradually dissolving like morning mist. She felt herself becoming lighter, smaller, more vulnerable with each passing second, her transformation an unstoppable cascade that left her dizzy with sensation.

Maya tried to bring her mind back to dominating Ava again, but the intense waves of pleasure from the spell dissipating made her thoughts scatter like leaves in a breeze. Her usual iron will felt just out of reach, slipping through her fingers as each delicious pulse of sensation coursed through her diminishing form. She desperately wanted to reassert her authority, to go back to fantasizing about Ava's submission, but her mind and body betrayed her as ecstasy clouded her judgment and scattered her focus.

Maya's eyes fluttered as the giant ephemeral hands continued their gentle ministrations. She felt like a diminutive figure cradled in enormous palms that could pleasurably manipulate her tiny frame at will. A gasp escaped her lips as the spectral touch drifted lower, caressing the curve of her waist, her diminishing torso, tickling her navel before ultimately arriving at its goal. A gasp escaped her lips as giant fingers slid below her now loose skirt and reached into her oversized panties, briefly teasing her now exposed and sensitive pussy, sending a jolt of arousal through her shrinking core.

A soft moan escaped Maya's lips as the ethereal fingers began their delicate dance. They traced the contours of her soft mound, each touch sending shivers through her diminishing frame. The pressure built, a tantalizing blend of pleasure and vulnerability that stole her breath away. Her enhanced form continued to recede, the world around her growing larger as she became smaller.

The ghostly fingers danced across her clit, a feather-light caress that ignited a wildfire within. They teased and tormented, building the pressure until she thought she'd shatter. Her shrinking body trembled, each touch an exquisite torture that threatened to unravel her.

Maya's mind, usually sharp and focused, now swam in a haze of sensations. Previous thoughts of dominance and control were replaced by raw, unadulterated pleasure. She was no longer the CEO, the powerful domme who commanded obedience. She existed now as a creature of pure feeling, floating helplessly in waves of bliss in a giant's palms.

Then, with agonizing slowness, the giant hands moved on to their next target. She felt them caress and mold her magically enhanced hips and rear, the pressure shaping and molding those breathtaking curves into a more petite, delicate form. The giant hands kneaded her flesh with a tantalizing touch, diminishing her powerful curves until she could barely recognize her own proportions. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her shrinking frame, her once commanding presence melting away beneath their expert manipulation.

Maya felt a quiet whimper slip from her lips as the ethereal touch drifted higher, softly caressing and squeezing her breasts. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of tenderness and pressure that sent shivers down her spine. Her enhanced DDs yielded to the gentle but firm manipulation. The ephemeral fingers worked their magic across her breasts, kneading with exquisite care. The substantial mass and roundness melted away, her generous curves reducing to modest swells. Her once imposing bosom transformed into perfect perky B cups, still lovely but a far cry from their previous enhancement. Her body responded eagerly to their touch, eager to be remolded and reshaped, desperately craving the soft touch of those colossal hands.

A wave of heat flushed through her as the ghostly hands lingered, thumbs gently circling her nipples. The sensation intensified, sending sparks of pleasure radiating outwards. She arched her back involuntarily, her shrinking form now just a canvas for the ethereal hands' delicate artistry.

Her breath hitched as the spectral fingers traced the delicate curve beneath her breasts, following the natural contours of her ribcage. Her enhanced form continued to fade as she grew smaller and smaller, her powerful physique replaced by a softer, more delicate silhouette. The powerful CEO, the untouchable domme, was fading away, replaced by something smaller and more vulnerable. The sensation overwhelmed her - she'd become nothing more than a diminutive plaything cradled in these massive, translucent palms that caressed her with such gentle devotion. Her body yearned to be reformed and recast, relishing every moment of it and desperately craving the continuous touch of those giant ephemeral hands.

Maya again attempted to conjure thoughts of controlling Ava, but the blissful sensations of the enchantment's unraveling left her powerless to focus.

Maya's body tingled as the spectral touch moved down to her ticklish and vulnerable feet, the last remnants of her enhanced form beginning to fade. The ethereal hands cradled her feet with delicate care, their touch impossibly light yet unmistakable. Her breath caught as ghostly fingers traced the arch of her ticklish right foot. She felt herself nestled within what seemed like an enormous ghostly palm while its companion teased and stroked her feet, each ethereal touch sending waves of pleasure through her diminishing form. Her enhanced body continued to shrink as she lay helpless in those translucent hands, unable to resist the inexorable transformation that was intent on reducing her.

"No, not there-" she gasped, a giggle escaping despite her attempt to maintain composure. The ephemeral hands continued their work, molding and reshaping her feet into their natural petite form. Each caress sent ripples of ticklish sensation up her legs. Her toes curled as another wave of ethereal fingers danced across her soles. More giggles bubbled up, mixing with soft gasps as the ghostly hands continued their relentless transformation.

"Please..." she whispered between peals of laughter, her once commanding voice now light and breathy. The spectral touch traced delicate patterns across her instep, reshaping her feet into their most vulnerable form. Each toe became dainty and perfect, stripped of the powerful presence they'd held moments before.

The ticklish sensations intensified from soft caresses and tickles on her feet as the last of her enhanced form melted away. Maya writhed pleasurably in those giant palms, helpless against the ethereal caresses that stripped away her remaining dominance. Her soft giggles echoed through the empty office as the ghostly fingers completed their work, leaving her feet even more sensitive.

Wave after wave of ticklish pleasure coursed through her diminishing frame. The hands moved with practiced expertise, their touch both soothing and maddening as they guided the final moments of her transformation. Her body responded eagerly, eager to be remolded and reshaped.

Now so much smaller than before and continuing to dwindle, Maya's mind struggled to hold onto her fantasies of dominating Ava. Her imagination shifted and morphed, creating new visions she hadn't anticipated. The scene in her mind began to blur and reshape itself. Instead of Ava bowing before her, she now saw them standing face-to-face as equals.

While the large invisible magic hands continued to softly push against Maya's body from all sides, continuing to diminish her in size, the domineering reverie began slipping away. The portrait of Ava as an acquiescent puppet faded, yielding to a compelling fresh narrative. Their heights matched now, sharing identical elevation, seeing eye to eye. An unfamiliar sensation coursed through Maya, unlike anything previous. Rather than the heady rush of supremacy, this was altogether different.

Her attire, previously hugging her augmented physique, now draped loosely, comically oversized. The touch of material against her diminishing frame proved strangely stimulating, deepening the already overwhelming sensations. Her imagination crystallized. Ava, no longer a timid employee, returned her look with matching fervor.

The authority advantage vanished, succeeded by a peculiar, thrilling parity. Maya envisioned their palms connecting, not in master-servant fashion, but as equal partners. Sensing Ava's equivalent vigor, her passion, sent warmth cascading through her contracting form. It felt foreign, jarring, yet utterly mesmerizing. The familiar pattern of control and submission disappeared, replaced by an uncharted narrative brimming with electrifying potential. Her fantasy mirrored this transition. She no longer craved superiority over Ava, but yearned to stand alongside her, to experience her peer's caress. The concept proved both unnerving and enticing.

Maya convulsed as the enchantment finally finished draining from her system, her enhanced physique had completely dwindled away. Her body had responded eagerly through the whole process, eagerly craving the touch of those giant invisible hands as they remolded and reshaped her like soft warm clay. The commanding presence she'd wielded with such confidence just a few minutes earlier was now completely diminished, leaving behind a lovely but diminutive 4'11" shell. Her voluptuous proportions had dissolved, transforming her into a still beautiful but much more modest figure, while her expensive garments draped loosely over her reduced frame.

The scenario in her imagination underwent another stark reversal now that the transformation had completed. Ava, formerly a timid underling, now stood imposingly above Maya, her expression radiating a hunter's focus that made Maya quiver. The dynamic had shifted completely, leaving Maya vulnerable and powerless - changed from domineering force to helpless prey.

This understanding kindled something deep within Maya, a desire she'd kept buried since the last time she’d allowed herself to dwindle. Her diminished form heightened every feeling, making her acutely conscious of each stimulus. Her blouse's gentle whisper against her flesh, her skirt's billowing folds around her smaller body - everything collaborated to amplify her mounting desire.

Her breathing faltered as she envisioned Ava standing tall above her, those previously docile eyes now gleaming with raw desire. She could practically sense Ava's scrutiny traveling across her form, drinking in her miniature stature with equal parts wonder and dominion. The prospect of being subject to Ava's will sent electricity coursing through Maya, her muscles coiling with sweet anticipation.

Ava’s digits worked with intensified purpose, exploring sensitive terrain as the vision overtook her. Ava's touch, once uncertain, now claimed her with assured, relentless pressure. Maya mewled, her pride crumbling as she yielded to the sensations, to the excitement of being conquered.

Euphoria peaked, an overwhelming surge of bliss that thundered through her, leaving her shaking and breathless. Maya's form tensed, her head tilting backward as the most powerful climax she'd ever experienced tore through her. She was submerged in sensation, adrift in the oversized clothing that now swallowed her reduced frame.

As the tremors gradually faded, Maya remained motionless, panting, her thoughts scattered by her mind blowing orgasm. The balance of power had transformed, and she discovered herself still yearning for Ava's authority, hungering for the thrill of becoming prey instead of hunter. The notion simultaneously frightened and thrilled her, leaving her uncertain about what awaited.

The aftershocks of her orgasm still rippled through her, leaving her weak and pliant in her oversized clothes. A faint whimper escaped her lips as she shifted on the floor, the fabric a silken whisper against her skin. At 4’11”, Ava's modest 5'5" would tower over her by 6 inches, a stark contrast to their usual dynamic. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through Maya’s core. Ava, normally so small and submissive, would possess the advantage, the strength.

This is so erotic.

The realization pulsed in time with the lingering thrum of pleasure. Ava’s hands, usually hesitant and soft, would be firm, commanding. Maya shivered, picturing those hands gripping her hips, pulling her close. Their roles reversed, their power dynamic shattered. Maya, the dominant CEO, reduced to a plaything in her secretary's grasp. The image, so far removed from their daily interactions, ignited a fire within her.

Her breath hitched as she imagined Ava’s face, no longer veiled with deference, but alight with desire. A predator’s gaze fixed on its prey. Her prey. The thought was intoxicating. She, Maya Reeves, the woman who bent entire boardrooms to her will, would be utterly at Ava’s mercy.

A soft moan escaped her lips. She pictured Ava’s lips, usually pursed in a polite smile, now curved in a predatory grin. Those lips would taste her, explore her, claim her as their own. Maya closed her eyes, the fantasy growing more vivid. Ava’s weight pressing down on her, her breath hot against Maya’s ear. Whispering commands, demands. Words that would shatter Maya’s carefully constructed facade of control.

The heat coiled in her belly again, building with dizzying speed. Her fingers twitched, wanting to reach out, to touch, to be touched. To feel the power shift, the roles reverse. To experience the thrill of submission, the surrender of control.

But for Ava to truly take charge, to claim her as her own she would have to shrink her and take advantage of her vulnerable feet. Now she thought about Ava tickling her feet, her delicate touch becoming more insistent. Taking advantage of her feet's weakness and claiming her as her own, making Maya powerless against the inevitable transformation. She felt strong hands around her feet again, massaging, tickling, each touch a reminder of her impending fate. She imagined those hands belonging to Ava, skilled and determined, knowing exactly how to exploit her weakness. The thought of becoming so small, so helpless before her secretary made Maya's breath catch in her throat. Her usually commanding presence would diminish until she was completely at Ava's mercy, unable to maintain any semblance of her former authority.

A tremor ran through Maya. The image of herself, naked and doll-sized, cradled in Ava’s palm, ignited a searing heat within her. She pictured her diminutive form, limbs delicate as a porcelain figurine, nestled against Ava’s warm flesh. Ava’s fingers, usually so tentative around her, would trace the curves of her miniature body with a newfound boldness. A possessive touch, exploring every inch of her exposed skin.

She imagined Ava’s thumb gently stroking her naked body, the pad of her finger larger than Maya’s entire head. The contrast, the sheer difference in scale, amplified the sensation, making it almost unbearable. Ava’s gaze, intense and focused, would hold her captive, drinking in every detail of her shrunken form.

Her breath hitched as she pictured Ava lowering her face, her lips brushing against Maya’s tiny body. A feather-light kiss on her breasts, then another on her stomach, each touch sending shivers through her miniature frame. The intimacy, the vulnerability, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Then, Ava’s fingers would find her most sensitive point, her tiny clit now a focal point of Ava’s attention. The gentle pressure, the slow, circular motions, would send waves of pleasure radiating through her. She imagined whimpering, her small voice barely audible against the backdrop of Ava’s steady breathing.

The pleasure would build, intensifying with each delicate caress. Her body, so small, so sensitive, would respond eagerly to Ava’s touch. She pictured arching her back, her tiny limbs trembling as she reached the peak of her orgasm. A wave of pure bliss washing over her, leaving her breathless and weak in Ava’s hand.

The fantasy shifted. Ava, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger, would lift Maya’s minuscule form to her lips. Her tongue, warm and wet, would lap at Maya's miniature breasts, savoring her taste. The sensation, so unexpected, so intimate, would send another jolt of pleasure through her.

Maya imagined Ava’s teeth gently grazing her skin, a playful nibble that would elicit a gasp from her tiny lips. The power dynamic, so completely reversed, would leave her utterly at Ava’s mercy. A thrilling, terrifying prospect that made her heart pound in her chest. She, the dominant CEO, reduced to a delectable little submissive pet for her secretary's pleasure.

Another wave of pleasure crashed over her, this one even more intense than the last. Her body convulsed, a strangled cry escaping her throat. She was lost in the sensation, drowning in the forbidden pleasure of her own vulnerability. Ava's imagined presence filled the room, a tangible force that both terrified and exhilarated her. She orgasmed again, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she succumbed to the exquisite exhaustion. Panting, she lay still, the remnants of pleasure clinging to her like a second skin.

When the second orgasm finally subsided, Maya collapsed back against the desk, utterly spent. Her chest heaved, her limbs trembled, and her oversized clothes felt like a comforting cocoon. She was exhausted, sated, and yet… a flicker of longing remained. A yearning for the fantasy to become reality.

Maya's heart raced wildly as reality came crashing back, each thundering beat a stark reminder of her predicament. Her expensive designer clothes, once perfectly tailored to her enhanced form, now hung off her diminished frame like a child playing dress-up in their mother's wardrobe. The silk blouse, which had cost more than most people's monthly rent, draped past her thighs like an evening gown, the sleeves dangling well beyond her fingertips in a mockery of her former stature. The fine Italian fabric that usually hugged her curves now billowed around her like a silk tent, making her feel even more diminutive and exposed.

"Oh no! This can't be happening," she muttered, her cheeks burning with mortification at what she had just done. Her pencil skirt now pooled uselessly around her ankles, hopelessly tangled with her luxurious stockings. The delicate lace tops of her thigh-highs, which normally accentuated her long legs, hung loosely and now seemed to mock her predicament. She hopped awkwardly on one foot, trying to extract herself from the fabric prison while maintaining what little dignity she had left, the expensive material rustling traitorously with each movement.

Her balance wavered precariously. Maya windmilled her arms in desperation, the oversized sleeves flapping uselessly like broken wings, her expensive gold cufflinks clicking together mockingly. She toppled sideways, landing with an undignified thud on the plush office floor. Her panties and skirt had fallen to the floor, leaving her naked below the waist. Her expensive pantyhose loosely draped off her legs, now comically extended way beyond her now tiny cute feet. Her once-professional blouse had transformed into an impromptu dress, the hem brushing her knees as she scrambled ungracefully to her feet, her diminutive size making every movement feel foreign and clumsy.

Maya's heart raced as she found herself on the floor, her butt raised in the air in a position of total vulnerability. Mortification flooded her as her oversized shirt had slid up, briefly exposing her most intimate areas to the world. Luckily nobody was there to see. The plush carpet beneath her offered no comfort, only a cold, harsh reminder of her situation.

"I'm so small," she despaired, her powerful persona crumbling as she realized the extent of her diminutive size. The thought of anyone seeing the mighty Maya Reeves reduced to this state filled her with a deep, unsettling dread. Her cheeks burned with shame, and she knew that if anyone were to witness her like this, she would never be able to live it down. Maya had always been in control, but now, she felt utterly powerless, her confidence shattered by the overwhelming sense of humiliation.

"At least no one can witness this humiliating predicament," she whispered, grasping the billowing excess of fabric around her waist with trembling fingers, her once-pristine business attire now a vast sea of expensive cloth. She began to pull off her comically oversized pantyhose, leaving her completely bare beneath her oversized shirt.

Everything towered impossibly high around her, transforming her normally commanding workspace into an overwhelming landscape for corporate giants. She'd never experienced her workspace from this diminutive perspective before. Her expensive desk loomed gigantic compared to her newly petite 4'11" stature, and the leather chair she normally commanded now resembled an oversized throne meant for a giant.

She shed her now-baggy attire, finding herself bare and exposed in an office that had become impossibly vast. This domain she once ruled now held an edge of menace, with even her designer desk lamp stretching above her diminished height. Maya felt miniaturized within the now enormous office, every recognizable item morphing into an oversized testament to her reduced form.

Her luxury boots, typically adding to her commanding height and presence, rested abandoned near her workstation in ridiculous proportion. She experimentally inserted her tiny foot into the ludicrously large boot, letting out a sardonic chuckle at the absurdity. The polished leather extended almost to her midsection, creating the sensation of a youngster trying on adult clothing. Attempting to walk in the massive boots once more, she lost her balance, tumbling onto her petite, diminished posterior.

Picking up her panties and bra, Maya was struck by how ridiculously large the garments appeared. She held the bra to her diminished chest. Her breasts, normally ample and commanding, now looked tiny and insignificant within the expansive brassiere. The panties which normally fit like a second skin would be comically large on her. Everything in this once familiar workspace had become a jarring symbol of her newfound vulnerability. Maya's confidence and authority had been stripped away, leaving her feeling exposed and powerless in an environment she had once dominated.

Despite her distress, an unexpected flutter of excitement stirred within her at the overwhelming scale of her surroundings, a forbidden thrill that both terrified and aroused her. The massive wooden desk that had once been her command center now stretched before her like an endless mahogany plain, its polished surface reflecting her diminished form with cruel clarity.

Lost in her troubled thoughts, she remained oblivious to the slight gap between door and frame, missing the pair of wide, enthralled eyes studying her intently from the hallway, drinking in every moment of her vulnerable state with growing excitement. She was unaware that her worst fear was becoming a reality. Ava, her meek and submissive secretary, had uncovered her monumental secret, and behind those watchful eyes, schemes were already taking shape with limitless potential, each passing second bringing Maya closer to a fate she had never imagined possible.

[bigguy123456789]

Thanks in advance for reading my story. I'm going to go back and edit these chapters since they are pretty lightly edited and there are some mistakes. I probably won't get another update for a week or two. I thought this was a nice place to leave it since it's a nice cliff hanger.

Please give me feedback on what you think works and doesn't work. This is my first story so I'm not sure how I am doing. Personally, my favorite character in the story is Katherine. So far everything is going according to plan for her, but when meddling with magical forces, things don't always go according to plan. And Maya has gotten a little too big for her boots, and she deserves to be brought down and taught a lesson. But getting off those boots from a towering woman obsessed with keeping her feet safe like Maya will be easier said than done!

Next chapters should be out early January.

[Captain Ash]

Here is my review for the 3rd chapter:

"Peters! These numbers are garbage. Did you learn math from a kindergartener?"

At this point, I wonder if Kathrine did that on purpose of if Maya is just a bitch?
But I can imagine that Kathrine with all her experience wouldn't do such a mistake on purpose, as far as her pride would allow that.
I've also wished to see more interaction with Kathrine and how she had to struggle at the lower end of the food chain.
Guess she would meet also some former co-worker who boss her around, which would make it an awekward situation for her.

No matter how much abuse Maya rained down on her, Katy just seemed happy to be there.

Who makes this observation? And why would that person think she is just "happy to be there"?
It is a good scene, but not thought through the end.

"By the way, have you noticed how she never takes those boots off? Even in summer?"

Here Kathrine gives away that she seems to know Maya longer with "Even in summer". A strange comment for someone who just begun to work here.

Kathrine's hints are anything but subtle, especially when she comments on the boots.
Also later comments like "Maya wasn't always the one in control".
But it is up to Ava if she catches those hints.

When Maya chews Ava for some formatting errors, which she clearly followed from some templates, she could talk back that grammar and content of the report are impeccable.
It is this act of deviance that would work great for chapter 4.

Really like the part where Ava was so devastated that she couldn't open the water bottle by herself.

When Maya accuse Ava of daydreaming, it would be nice if she asks Ava a question during the meeting, which she cannot answer as she wasn't paying attention.
This would undermine her the right for scolding her for daydreaming.

"Get maintenance up here now! This door won't stay closed properly."

Here mentioning the time would be helpful. If it is quite late, it would be only possible to get someone the next morning to fix the door or the janitor left already and would be available the next day.

Later that afternoon, Katy passed by Ava's desk, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I may have loosened a few screws this morning." She winked and glided away, leaving Ava puzzled by her boldness.

Here it would help if Ava had at some point a conversation with Katy why she would do that.
As Katy seems to like mysteries and conspiracy theories. It also had to be Ava to peek in, as she sits closets to Maya, so a plausible suggestion.

Smartphones are half your identity these days.
Most two-factor authorisations are made with them, so losing them or getting lost is a good reason to get it back as soon as possible.
Maybe it is a company phone, which makes it even worse, should Maya found it unattended.

Besides the mentioned weaknesses (which could be iron out easily), it is in summary it is an excellent chapter.
Personally I would like to see more of Kathrine.

I'm giving later my feedback to chapter 4

[bigguy123456789]

Here is my review for the 3rd chapter:

"Peters! These numbers are garbage. Did you learn math from a kindergartener?"

At this point, I wonder if Kathrine did that on purpose of if Maya is just a bitch?
But I can imagine that Kathrine with all her experience wouldn't do such a mistake on purpose, as far as her pride would allow that.
I've also wished to see more interaction with Kathrine and how she had to struggle at the lower end of the food chain.
Guess she would meet also some former co-worker who boss her around, which would make it an awekward situation for her.

No matter how much abuse Maya rained down on her, Katy just seemed happy to be there.

Who makes this observation? And why would that person think she is just "happy to be there"?
It is a good scene, but not thought through the end.

"By the way, have you noticed how she never takes those boots off? Even in summer?"

Here Kathrine gives away that she seems to know Maya longer with "Even in summer". A strange comment for someone who just begun to work here.

Kathrine's hints are anything but subtle, especially when she comments on the boots.
Also later comments like "Maya wasn't always the one in control".
But it is up to Ava if she catches those hints.

When Maya chews Ava for some formatting errors, which she clearly followed from some templates, she could talk back that grammar and content of the report are impeccable.
It is this act of deviance that would work great for chapter 4.

Really like the part where Ava was so devastated that she couldn't open the water bottle by herself.

When Maya accuse Ava of daydreaming, it would be nice if she asks Ava a question during the meeting, which she cannot answer as she wasn't paying attention.
This would undermine her the right for scolding her for daydreaming.

"Get maintenance up here now! This door won't stay closed properly."

Here mentioning the time would be helpful. If it is quite late, it would be only possible to get someone the next morning to fix the door or the janitor left already and would be available the next day.

Later that afternoon, Katy passed by Ava's desk, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I may have loosened a few screws this morning." She winked and glided away, leaving Ava puzzled by her boldness.

Here it would help if Ava had at some point a conversation with Katy why she would do that.
As Katy seems to like mysteries and conspiracy theories. It also had to be Ava to peek in, as she sits closets to Maya, so a plausible suggestion.

Smartphones are half your identity these days.
Most two-factor authorisations are made with them, so losing them or getting lost is a good reason to get it back as soon as possible.
Maybe it is a company phone, which makes it even worse, should Maya found it unattended.

Besides the mentioned weaknesses (which could be iron out easily), it is in summary it is an excellent chapter.
Personally I would like to see more of Kathrine.

I'm giving later my feedback to chapter 4

Here is my review for the 3rd chapter:

"Peters! These numbers are garbage. Did you learn math from a kindergartener?"

At this point, I wonder if Kathrine did that on purpose of if Maya is just a bitch?
But I can imagine that Kathrine with all her experience wouldn't do such a mistake on purpose, as far as her pride would allow that.
I've also wished to see more interaction with Kathrine and how she had to struggle at the lower end of the food chain.
Guess she would meet also some former co-worker who boss her around, which would make it an awekward situation for her.

No matter how much abuse Maya rained down on her, Katy just seemed happy to be there.

Who makes this observation? And why would that person think she is just "happy to be there"?
It is a good scene, but not thought through the end.

"By the way, have you noticed how she never takes those boots off? Even in summer?"

Here Kathrine gives away that she seems to know Maya longer with "Even in summer". A strange comment for someone who just begun to work here.

Kathrine's hints are anything but subtle, especially when she comments on the boots.
Also later comments like "Maya wasn't always the one in control".
But it is up to Ava if she catches those hints.

When Maya chews Ava for some formatting errors, which she clearly followed from some templates, she could talk back that grammar and content of the report are impeccable.
It is this act of deviance that would work great for chapter 4.

Really like the part where Ava was so devastated that she couldn't open the water bottle by herself.

When Maya accuse Ava of daydreaming, it would be nice if she asks Ava a question during the meeting, which she cannot answer as she wasn't paying attention.
This would undermine her the right for scolding her for daydreaming.

"Get maintenance up here now! This door won't stay closed properly."

Here mentioning the time would be helpful. If it is quite late, it would be only possible to get someone the next morning to fix the door or the janitor left already and would be available the next day.

Later that afternoon, Katy passed by Ava's desk, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I may have loosened a few screws this morning." She winked and glided away, leaving Ava puzzled by her boldness.

Here it would help if Ava had at some point a conversation with Katy why she would do that.
As Katy seems to like mysteries and conspiracy theories. It also had to be Ava to peek in, as she sits closets to Maya, so a plausible suggestion.

Smartphones are half your identity these days.
Most two-factor authorisations are made with them, so losing them or getting lost is a good reason to get it back as soon as possible.
Maybe it is a company phone, which makes it even worse, should Maya found it unattended.

Besides the mentioned weaknesses (which could be iron out easily), it is in summary it is an excellent chapter.
Personally I would like to see more of Kathrine.

I'm giving later my feedback to chapter 4

Thanks for the feedback and this is all really good! What I was going for and I probably didn’t make it clear since I rushed it was Katherine orchestrated the next chapter where Ava sees Maya’s secret. She messed up stuff on purpose so Maya would have to stay late. She broke the door so Ava would be able to peak through and see Maya take her original form and believe her email about her weakness. And she stole the phone and hid it so Ava would have to go back late at night to get it and hopefully see Maya shrink.

And the sloppiness is a good catch and I was doing it on purpose. Katherine is being sloppy and she doesn’t care about Maya yelling at her for now because she’s having too much fun setting this all in motion. However, things will turn on her soon. I was also going to have her be in a chapter soon where she gets sick of always being yelled at and the woman taking care of her last job as CEO embarrasses her and she starts resenting being in the bottom of the food chain.

There’s a lot of plot lines I’m trying to weave in before Maya’s downfall. And honestly Katherine was added later so it messed up the pacing of the story which is why you saw so many inconsistencies. She was originally just going to send the email to Ava. I didn’t realize how bad it was until your review so I’ll have to do some serious editing.

Anyway, thanks so much for the feedback it’s really helpful. I’m going spend a week or 2 fixing all these issues so it makes more sense. And Katherine will definitely play a big role going forward! It’s really hard to not make these kinds of mistakes I’m realizing. Because I know what I mean so I just assume everyone knows what I’m doing. It’s not until someone else reads it that the flaws become obvious.