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

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Welp, it's only downward for Maya from here.

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So, I finally made it to read Chapter 11.

It is not clear that the scene place at a hotel room in Miami.
Also, it is weird when a boss orders her employee to wear a bikini.
Better would be if Maya would come up with a false pretense why she would want Katy to wear a bikini, like to see if thes swimsuit is appropriate when they meet with the customers at the beach party.

The sex scenes were arousing, but for my taste too long.
That Katy and Ava set a trap for Maya was a nice twist.
So let see what is Ava trying to do with Maya next.

Thanks for the feedback! I like the idea about the bikini. I'll change that. I will probably go back and edit it again too. I added some stuff people asked for so that probably made it worse. The sex scenes were probably too long, but people asked for them because I had made them wait so long lol so I probably made it too long. Here's my rough draft for the next chapter: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rjJ ... it?tab=t.0

If you see anything in there that you think is bad, feel free to leave an edit. Or if you want me to add anything.

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Welp, it's only downward for Maya from here.

Thanks for reading! And she deserves it lol. Here's a rough draft for the next chapter if you want to see what happens next: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rjJ ... it?tab=t.0

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Peter Bendo was nice enough to make some renders of the story. Some of them have multiple images so make sure to check for all the images (if you like them of course).

Here is the gallery on Deviantart:
https://www.deviantart.com/bigguy123456 ... king-comic

Here is his work if you like it: https://www.deviantart.com/peterbendo

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Chapter 12 - Maya Finally Shrinks!

Ava paused at the doorway to the penthouse suite’s balcony and private pool, her eyes locking onto the scene before her. Maya and Katherine lay sprawled on the daybed, their sexy little bodies glistening under the Miami sun, still catching their breath from the intensity of their earlier passionate love making. A slow, triumphant smile spread across Ava’s lips as she took in the sight.

Maya, once a formidable and domineering boss, now lay exposed—stripped of her power, fragile, and noticeably smaller than Ava. The woman who once towered over her—both in stature and authority—now seemed small, innocent, and fragile. She could see shades of Maya’s enhanced form in this delicate creature, but it was a different Maya. A Maya who had forgotten to eat her Wheaties.

The realization of what was finally happening sent a thrill coursing through Ava, a potent mix of victory and anticipation. Ava had planned for this moment for weeks. Now, Maya was no longer the predator—she was the prey.

As Maya lay there, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of exhaustion, blissfully unaware of the storm about to descend, Ava stepped forward. The pool shimmered under the midday sun, its turquoise waters reflecting the two shrunken women and the Miami skyline. A perfect backdrop for Maya’s downfall, Ava mused.

"It's nice to meet you, Maya. The real you," Ava teased, announcing her presence to the dwindled woman.

Maya’s eyes widened in shock, her usual composure shattered. She scrambled to her feet, her movements frantic and uncoordinated. Ava stepped closer, her presence now towering over Maya’s natural frame.

"Ava. Wh-what are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the conference!" Maya squeaked, her voice trembling.

Ava crossed her arms, tilting her head as she regarded her boss with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "The conference? Please. This is much more fun."

Maya’s eyes darted around the balcony, searching for an escape route, but Ava blocked her path. The once-dominant executive was now cornered, her natural form making her look anything but the scary and dominant figure she was used to. Ava couldn’t help but laugh. This was the woman who had tormented her, belittled her, and made her life a living hell. And now, she was at Ava’s mercy.

"Ava, you have no idea what you're doing. Let me go, and maybe I won’t fire you on the spot," Maya snapped, trying to regain control. She tried to push past Ava, but in her natural form, she was no match for her secretary’s strength. Ava easily caught her and threw her back onto the bed, where

Maya landed in a crumpled heap.

"Just to be safe," Ava said with a wicked grin, stuffing Maya’s own skimpy bikini bottoms into her mouth. Maya’s muffled protests were music to Ava’s ears. "Now, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to behave and do whatever we ask. And the first thing you’re going to do is give me those vulnerable little feet. It’s time to shrink you down to Katherine’s size."

Maya’s eyes widened in panic, but Ava could see the flicker of something else—excitement, perhaps? The thought made Ava’s grin widen. She had suspected for months that Maya’s dominance was a facade, a mask to hide her true desires. Now, she was about to find out for sure.

"Ava, I’m giving you one last chance to change your mind and walk out of here. If not, you’ll be sorry," Maya said, trying to project confidence, but her voice wavered.

Ava laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. “Without your magic, you’re nothing. Still feel powerful? You’re about to learn what it feels like to be on the receiving end of your own cruelty."

Maya’s face flushed with anger and humiliation. "You know who I am! Do you really want to mess with me? If you do, you’ll regret it. I’ll ruin you! I’ll make your life miserable! You have no idea how powerful I am!"

Ava rolled her eyes, unimpressed by Maya’s bluster. "Oh, please stop, little Maya. You’re not intimidating anyone right now. In fact, you look like one of your own secretaries. The smallest one, at that. The only thing you look like you should be running is a sorority meeting. Now, stop this charade and give me those ticklish little feet. It’s time for you to pay for how you treated me and everyone else."

Maya’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Ava thought she might try to attack her. But then Maya’s expression shifted, and she smirked. "You forgot one thing about your plan, Ava. I’m in my natural form. I can’t be shrunk. So there’s nothing you can do except be a catty bitch. I’ll restore myself when you leave, and you’ll be fired as soon as I’m back to my normal form. You are just as stupid and incompetent as you look, Ava. You lost. Your career is over. Now get out of here and leave Katherine with me. We have a fun weekend ahead of us, and you’re not invited."

“Last chance, Maya. Submit now, or things get much worse for you," Ava threatened with a mocking grin on her face.”

Maya shook her head furiously. "You have no idea what you're messing with, Ava. Do you think this changes anything? You think I’ll just submit to you?"
Ava chuckled. "Oh, Maya. You don’t have a choice. Those witches you consulted? So did I. And I made sure they left out one crucial detail. The spell lets me shrink you, even in your natural form. And there’s nothing you can do about it."

Maya’s confidence wavered. "No… that’s not possible."

"Oh, it’s very possible," Ava said, her tone triumphant. "And you fell for every trick. That email Katherine sent teasing you about how you could only be dominant in your enhanced form? We knew you’d take the bait and shrink yourself to prove your dominance today. You’re so predictable. And now here you are, vulnerable and helpless. Today is the day you get shrunk and claimed by me. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it."

Maya’s face contorted with rage and fear. "Katherine, you stupid bitch!" she shouted, lunging toward the door in a desperate attempt to escape. But Ava was too quick. She caught Maya easily and tossed her back onto the bed, where she landed face down, her shrunken rear exposed.

Ava couldn’t resist. She gave Maya’s left butt cheek a sharp swat before grabbing her left foot and mercilessly tickling her vulnerable sole. Maya’s muffled protests dissolved into helpless giggles and breathy moans as the shrinking began. Maya shrank before Ava’s eyes, her body visibly surrendering to the magic, her dominance dissolving with every inch.

Maya’s struggles grew weaker as the pleasure of the shrinking overwhelmed her. She moaned and laughed, her body trembling with pleasurable sensations. Ava could see the conflict in Maya’s eyes. Fear flickered in her wide, teary eyes, but so did something else—arousal, undeniable and raw. Ava smirked. She knew Maya was loving this, despite her protestations.

The tiny foot in Ava’s grasp grew smaller still, the once-powerful CEO’s frame rapidly losing its imposing presence. Ava adjusted her grip, relishing the sensation of Maya’s shrinking foot shifting in her hands. She ran teasing fingers along her sensitive soles, marveling at how utterly helpless her former boss had become. With each stroke of Ava's fingertips, Maya's already petite frame shrank another inch.

"Not so intimidating now, are you?" Ava taunted, watching Maya dwindle down past four feet. "Where's that commanding presence you love to throw around the office?"

“Ava, please! Have mercy! I was helping you out by making you tougher and able to handle the real world! It was nothing personal. Please” Maya begged, but Ava just laughed and continued to tickle.

Ava only laughed, her fingers continuing their relentless dance along Maya’s hypersensitive soles. “Oh, you were helping me, were you?” she mocked, tilting her head in amusement. “You’re getting so tiny… I wish you could see yourself. You’ve already lost another foot.”

Maya could only respond with more helpless laughter as Ava's tickling continued. Maya let out another breathless moan as the shrinking pulsed through her body in waves. She shuddered beneath Ava’s touch, her limbs trembling as she dwindled.

Ava smirked down at the shrinking woman, delighting in the contrast between the once-imposing CEO and the small, writhing creature in her grasp.
“Look at you,” she murmured, voice thick with amusement. “You barely looked like a college grad before, and now? Now you’re just… adorable.”

She traced a teasing finger along Maya’s thigh. “Those cute little curves aren’t quite so impressive anymore, are they?

Maya squealed as she shrank past three feet, her giggles rising in pitch along with her dwindling size.

Ava let out a slow, exaggerated sigh. “And to think,” she mused, trailing her fingers lazily down Maya’s tiny leg, “you were supposed to be this powerful CEO.” She gave Maya’s thigh a light squeeze, watching her squirm. “When really, you’re just a tiny little thing playing dress-up. No wonder you needed that spell so badly.”

By the time Maya finally reached Katherine’s diminutive height of two feet, Ava withdrew her hands, letting her catch her breath. The tiny woman lay sprawled on the bed, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensations. Ava gazed down at her, savoring every second.

Maya panted softly, her miniature chest rising and falling as she tried to recover, her dignity a tattered remnant of what it once was. Yet, despite everything, Ava could still see her struggling to muster even a shred of defiance.

Ava grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"Look at you - those modest B-cups and slim hips. No wonder you needed the spell's enhancement," Ava taunted, watching Maya's face flush with embarrassment. "Your natural form is so... innocent. Like a fresh-faced college freshman trying to play grown-up."

Maya attempted to cover herself, but her small hands only emphasized her delicate frame.

"All that cruel dominance, those harsh commands. It was just compensation, wasn't it?" Ava continued. "A tiny girl desperate to feel powerful. Did it make you feel big and strong, Maya? Bullying everyone while hiding behind your magical disguise?"

Maya's shoulders tensed, her petite form trembling with suppressed anger. The contrast between this vulnerable creature and the towering executive who had terrorized the office was striking.

"The real you could never command a room like that. You'd blend right in with the interns - probably get mistaken for someone's little sister," Ava mused, watching Maya's reaction. "No one would ever guess you were supposed to be the CEO. They'd probably try to help you find your way to the student tour group."

Ava leaned down, meeting Maya's eyes. "You're not a true domme, Maya. You're just a scared little girl who found a magic spell and let it go to her head. And now I know exactly what you are."

Ava watched with amusement as Maya's tiny form launched herself forward, her delicate fists pounding ineffectively against Ava's knee. Even at her natural height, Maya had been smaller than Ava. Now, at barely two feet tall, her attempts at aggression were almost comical.

"How dare you! I'll destroy you for this!" Maya's voice came out higher-pitched than usual, making her threats sound more like a child's tantrum. "I'm still your boss!"

"Oh, really?" Ava raised an eyebrow, easily catching Maya's wrists in one hand. "Look at yourself, Maya. You can barely reach my knees. And those cute little fists? I barely felt them."

Maya twisted in Ava's grip, her face flushed with rage and humiliation. "Let me go! You have no right—"

"No right?" Ava laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "Like you had the right to terrorize everyone at the office? To make people cry? To treat us all like dirt beneath your boots?" She lifted Maya slightly off the bed, watching her boss's legs kick uselessly in the air. "Speaking of boots, yours seem a bit too big for you now."

"When I get back to normal—" Maya started, but Ava cut her off with another laugh.

"Back to normal? You mean this tiny form?" Ava gestured at Maya's diminutive figure. "Or did you forget? This is the real you, Maya. That towering CEO was just smoke and mirrors. Just like your tough act right now."

Maya's struggles increased, but her movements were becoming more frantic and less coordinated. "Stop it! Stop talking to me like I'm some child!"

"But you are smaller than one," Ava teased, watching Maya's face redden further. "All that posturing, all those cruel commands - and look at what was hiding underneath. A tiny, angry little thing trying to play boss."

Ava watched as Maya's tiny face contorted with rage, her delicate features flushing red with anger. Despite her diminutive size, Maya's fury seemed to fill the room.

"You're finished, Ava! When I get back to normal, I'll make your life hell! I'll blacklist you from every company in Manhattan. You'll never work again!" Maya's voice came out in a high-pitched squeak that contrasted sharply with her threatening words.

Ava let out a soft chuckle, amused by the contrast between Maya’s fury and her tiny, squeaky voice. The reaction only made Maya’s anger intensify,
her face turning red with frustration. She pinched Maya's tiny bottom, causing the former CEO to let out a surprised "Eep!" that sounded more like a mouse's squeak than a powerful executive's voice.

Despite her current predicament, Maya clearly had some fight left in her. Her hand shot out, connecting with Ava's cheek in a small but sharp slap.

The strike barely stung, but Ava's smile vanished instantly. Her expression hardened as she looked down at her former tormentor.

"That was a mistake, little one," Ava said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Your cute little buns were already a tempting target for a good spanking, but now you’ve made that a certainty. I promise you, I’m going to enjoy this. And if what I suspect is true, you might like it too.”

In one fluid motion, she sat on the edge of the poolside bed and pulled Maya's tiny form across her lap. Maya lay helplessly across Ava's knees, her feet kicking frantically as she tried to resist.

"You need to learn some manners," Ava declared, holding Maya firmly in place as the tiny woman squirmed and protested. "And I'm going to teach them to you."

Ava smirked as Maya wriggled in her lap, her tiny fists beating against her thigh in futile defiance. The sight was so absurd that Ava almost felt a pang of sympathy—almost.

"Let me go this instant!" Maya demanded, her voice coming out in that adorable high pitch that made her sound more like an angry child than a powerful CEO.

"Or what?" Ava taunted, easily restraining Maya's flailing limbs with one hand. "You'll fire me? Give me extra paperwork? We both know those days are over."

Maya redoubled her efforts, her tiny body thrashing as she tried to wriggle free. Her dark hair flew wildly around her face as she twisted, managing to land a few more ineffective punches against Ava's knee. The sight was so ridiculous that Ava couldn't help but laugh.

"Is that really the best you can do?" Ava teased, pinching Maya's diminutive bottom. The squeak that escaped Maya's lips was absolutely priceless.

"Where's all that strength and dominance now?"

"I'll make you regret this!" Maya squealed, her face flushed red with exertion and humiliation as she continued her futile struggles.

"You're just too cute when you're angry," Ava said with another laugh, pinching Maya's bottom one more time. "All that big talk from such a tiny package."

Ava held Maya firmly across her lap, marveling at how tiny and delicate her former boss had become. Maya's small frame trembled with a mix of anger and anticipation.

"Let's count together, shall we?" Ava brought her hand down with a crisp smack. "One."

Maya yelped, her tiny voice barely above a squeak. "You'll regret this!"

"Two." Another swift swat. "Still trying to act tough? How adorable."

"Three... four... five." Each count was punctuated by Maya's indignant squeaks and cries for mercy. "Not so intimidating when you're the one being disciplined, are you?"

“I’ll make you pay for this, you bitch!” Maya screamed, her tiny fists pounding against Ava’s thigh in frustrated defiance.

Ava chuckled, delivering another firm slap to Maya’s quickly-reddening bottom. "Six... seven... eight." She ran a teasing finger over the warm skin, feeling how it twitched at her touch. "Remember all those times you humiliated me in front of everyone?"

“Ava, please stop! Surely you’ve had your revenge! Let’s work something out,” Maya pleaded, her voice growing desperate.

Ava rolled her eyes. "Oh, now you want to negotiate?" She smirked, bringing her hand down in a crisp succession of swats.

"Nine... ten... eleven," she counted, relishing the way Maya’s small, trembling body flinched with each impact. "Look how the tables have turned."

"Twelve... thirteen... fourteen." Ava could feel Maya's resistance crumbling. "Starting to learn your place?"

Maya’s shrunken little booty was so small that each of Ava’s firm swats covered both of her delicate cheeks at once. Soon, the once-flawless pale skin was flushed pink, stinging terribly. Tears pricked the edges of Maya’s eyes, the pain overwhelming her defiance.

"Fifteen... sixteen... seventeen." Maya let out a choked sob, her protests having transformed into tiny, whimpering pleas.

Maya couldn’t take any more. She yelled out in pain in her high-pitched voice again for mercy. “Ava please! You’ve had your revenge. I don’t deserve this!”

Ignoring her please, Ava continued. "Eighteen... nineteen..." Ava paused before the final swat.

"And twenty.”

“There.” Ava sighed in satisfaction, running her fingers gently over Maya’s thoroughly punished bottom, feeling the lingering warmth. "Maybe now you'll think twice before slapping someone bigger than you. And don’t fool yourself, little Maya—" Ava leaned in, her breath hot against the tiny woman’s ear. "You deserve this. And more."

Maya lay limp across Ava’s lap, her tiny chest rising and falling in shallow, unsteady breaths. Her previous threats and pleas for mercy had dissolved into quiet sniffles, her attempts at maintaining dignity thoroughly defeated.

Ava then grabbed Maya's tiny form by her waist and brought the shrunken woman up to her face. She peered at Maya with a curious expression, and Maya looked back confused and worried.

"You know, I always had a question about you. You kept me around all this time, didn't you? Even when I stared at your boots, even when you caught those lingering glances. You never did anything to protect yourself."

Maya turned her face away, but Ava could see the blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Katherine told me how the spell works. It doesn't just enhance your form. It plants those little seeds of desire, makes you crave submission even as you fight against it." Ava traced a finger along Maya's jawline, guiding her face back. "That's why you started wearing regular shoes to work, isn't it? Testing me, tempting me."

"I did no such thing," Maya protested, but her voice wavered.

"You could have fired me months ago. But you didn't. You kept me close, gave me chances to see your vulnerability." Ava's smile widened as understanding dawned in Maya's eyes. "Deep down, you wanted someone to challenge you, to see through your facade."

Maya squirmed in Ava's grip, but her resistance felt performative now. "That's ridiculous. I would never-"

Ava interrupted her. "The spell knows what you truly desire, Maya. Katherine explained it all; how it slowly builds that need inside you, that craving to be small and controlled." Ava watched as Maya's breathing quickened. "You fought it so hard, didn't you? Tried to bury it under all that dominance and cruelty."

Maya's lips trembled as she whispered, "Stop..."

"But you can't fight it anymore, can you? Now that you're finally small, finally vulnerable..." Ava stroked Maya's chastened rear gently. "Now you can finally admit what you've been wanting all along."

Ava held Maya's tiny form, watching the conflicting emotions in her boss's delicate features. The denial in Maya's eyes only made Ava's smile widen.

"Don't worry, we have the whole weekend ahead of us," Ava said, trailing a finger down Maya's arm. "Plenty of time for you to finally admit what you truly want."

Maya's face flushed red as she twisted in Ava's grip. "I'll never admit it because it's not true! I never wanted this!" Her high-pitched voice cracked with anger and desperation.

Ava let out an amused laugh, shaking her head at Maya’s relentless, though hopeless, defiance. The way Maya squirmed and protested only confirmed what Katherine had told her about the spell's effects. Maya's resistance was exactly what Katherine had predicted; the harder she fought against it, the more obvious her true desires became.

"Such big denials from someone so small," Ava teased, watching Maya's face redden further. "We'll see how long that lasts."

Maya crossed her tiny arms, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite her diminutive size. But Ava could see the slight tremor in her hands, the way her breath quickened whenever Ava's fingers brushed against her skin.

"I never wanted this," Maya repeated, but her voice had lost some of its conviction. "Never."

Ava's laughter echoed through the room again. She knew better. The spell had already revealed too much of Maya's hidden desires for her denials to be convincing. Those defiant blue eyes now glistened with tears, all pretense of authority stripped away.

"So little Maya, are you ready to behave now?" Ava asked, keeping her voice gentle but firm.

Maya's response was another tiny slap across Ava's cheek. Though it barely registered, the audacity of it made Ava's eyebrows shoot up.

“I’ll never behave for you, Ava!” Maya yelled, her high-pitched voice filled with defiance. The fire in her eyes had returned, flickering with stubborn rage and the last remnants of pride she was clinging to. “You’re just my little secretary!”

Ava arched an eyebrow, amused. Still so feisty, even after everything. She sighed dramatically, shifting Maya effortlessly in her grasp, positioning her face-down across her lap again.

"I was hoping you’d have some fight left in you," Ava mused, tracing a slow, teasing finger down Maya’s spine. “It’s so much more fun when you struggle before you break. Let's try twenty more. Count them.”

"I hate you!" Maya spat, her tiny fists pounding uselessly against Ava’s thighs. "I’ll get my revenge!"

Ava laughed, enjoying the way Maya’s small, helpless body squirmed in frustration. "Oh, little one… You’re in no position to be making threats."

Then she brought her palm down with a sharp, deliberate smack.

"One," Ava counted for her when Maya remained silent. "You'll count or we'll start over."

Maya gritted her teeth, her tiny hands balling into fists. Instead of counting, she let out a stream of curses, a string of biting insults and threats that might have been intimidating—if she weren’t draped over Ava’s lap like a helpless, squirming doll.

Ava chuckled, unfazed. "Wrong answer."

Smack.

"One," she repeated, resuming the count as if Maya’s disobedience meant nothing at all.

By the fifth spank, Maya's tiny voice shakily joined in the counting. Her diminutive form trembled with each impact. Ava noticed how Maya's resistance seemed to crumble further with each number.

Ava continued to punish the shrunken woman’s vulnerable buns with vicious smacks as Maya counted.

"Fifteen," Maya squeaked, her voice catching.

Ava paused, blowing a slow, teasing breath over Maya’s exposed, reddened rear, smirking as the tiny woman squirmed and whimpered beneath her warm breath.

Still holding her firmly in place, Ava spread Maya’s delicate cheeks apart, exposing her most vulnerable spot. Maya let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp, her tiny body going stiff in shock.

“What are you doing?” Maya demanded, but Ava just ignored her.

Ava leaned in slightly and blew a warm stream of air directly into the sensitive crevice, watching in amusement as Maya’s entire body jolted with a helpless, shuddering whimper.

“Oh, Maya,” Ava murmured, chuckling as she traced the tip of her teasing pinky finger along the exposed skin of her spread cheeks, feeling the tiny woman quiver uncontrollably. “So sensitive… so reactive.”

Maya whimpered, her face burning, pressing herself deeper into Ava’s lap as if she could escape the unbearable humiliation.

Ava smirked, letting her fingers linger just a moment longer before releasing her. “That’s what I thought. You love this. Now, where were we?”

"S-sixteen," Maya counted through fresh tears as the spanking resumed.

When they reached twenty, Maya lay limp across Ava's lap, all pretense of defiance gone. She shook with quiet sobs, her previous threats completely replaced by soft whimpers and sniffles.

Ava could scarcely believe the transformation she witnessed. The formerly domineering CEO was now nothing more than a tiny, quivering mess draped across her lap. Yet, as Ava adjusted Maya's position, she couldn't help but notice the warmth emanating from between the smaller woman's thighs. Her curiosity piqued, and with a knowing smile on her lips, Ava trailed her finger down the length of Maya's inner thigh until it reached its destination.

Maya's body tensed as Ava's fingertip brushed against her shaved coochie. The heat and wetness showed the arousal that Maya's indignant words could not conceal. Ava's smile widened as she gently circled that sensitive spot, teasing and pleasing her shrunken little captive.

“Oh, Maya,” Ava murmured, her voice laced with amusement. “The shrunken lady protests too much.” She traced slow, teasing circles, relishing how Maya’s breath hitched, how her body betrayed her. “You're relishing this, my little submissive."

"No!" Maya's denial was sharp, a last-ditch effort to cling to her crumbling facade of authority. She squirmed against Ava's lap, but there was no escaping the relentless teasing of Ava's finger. "You have no idea what you're talking about!"

Ava chuckled, her fingers never ceasing their torment. “I don’t?”

She watched Maya’s face, the defiance warring with something raw and buried deep in her psyche. The tremors in her limbs, the way her hips instinctively sought more contact when Ava jerked her fingers away—it was all too telling.

Maya let out another guttural protest, but her voice cracked and her protests faded away. Ava’s smirk grew. She withdrew her touch just enough to leave Maya teetering on the edge of a pleasurable release, her fingers hovering just above her dripping, aching sex.

“You can fight it all you want,” Ava mused, tilting Maya’s chin so their eyes met. "But your body tells a different story."

Maya's sharp rebukes began to flow once more, a torrent of protests aimed at salvaging her pride. But Ava was not fooled. Ava paused her teasing, her hand hovering just above Maya's vulnerable butt.

"Do you need another spanking to remind you who's in charge?" she asked, her tone both playful and menacing. She let her fingers trail lightly over Maya’s reddened cheeks.“I think spanking these cute little buns of yours could become one of my favorite hobbies, so I’m hoping you do.”

Maya’s response was immediate. Her tiny body shook as she gasped out her reply. "No, please! I'll do anything!"

Ava's fingertip resumed its exploration, eliciting soft moans and whimpers from Maya's lips. "That's a good girl," Ava cooed, pleased by Maya's sudden obedience. "Let's see just how sincere you are."

With that, Ava leaned down, pressing her lips against Maya's ear, whispering her intentions for the weekend - of all the ways she would be made to submit, to obey, to surrender completely. Ava's fingers continued their relentless assault on Maya's pussy, eliciting a symphony of moans and whimpers from the tiny woman.

Maya, for her part, could do nothing but close her eyes, surrendering to the sensations that Ava's touches and teases evoked, her defiance replaced by a desperate craving for release. Her body writhed in Ava's grasp, her attempts to escape futile as Ava held her firmly in place.

"Please stop," Maya begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't take it anymore."

Ava chuckled, her fingers pausing for just a moment before resuming their teasing. "Oh, I think you can," she taunted. "You're loving every second of this, aren't you?"

Maya's response was a desperate moan, her body betraying her as it arched into Ava's touch. "No," she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. "I'm not... I hate every second of this! All I’m thinking about is my revenge! Stop this now for your own good!"

Maya clenched her fists, refusing to acknowledge the heat pooling inside her. But when Ava’s fingers continued to tease her pussy, a shudder betrayed her.

Ava's fingers slid deeper, her thumb brushing against Maya's clit as her other fingers explored the tiny woman's slick folds. Maya's breath hitched, her body trembling as Ava's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“Stop what?” Ava teased. “It looks like you are enjoying this. What do you want me to stop?”

"Stop finger fucking me," Maya moaned, her voice filled with a mix of shame and desire. "Ava, please... stop… It feels too… too… "

"But you're so wet," Ava whispered. "I think your body is enjoying this more than you'd like to admit."

Ava had no intention of stopping. She watched Maya squirm, her tiny body arching with each precise stroke. Maya's wetness coated Ava's fingers, making each movement slick and effortless. The power coursing through Ava was intoxicating; she had never felt so in control.

"Ava… " Maya gasped again, her voice strained with a mix of desperation and pleasure.

Ava smirked, her fingers plunging deeper into Maya's slick folds. She felt Maya clench around her digits, the tiny woman's pussy greedily welcoming her finger’s intrusion. The sensation of having such complete control over Maya was electrifying.

"You know," Ava murmured, leaning closer to whisper in Maya's ear, "you could just admit you like this. It would make things so much easier."

Ava watched as Maya clenched her jaw, her little fists curled at her sides. Even now, even like this, she was still trying to hold onto some shred of dominance. It was almost admirable—if it wasn’t so adorable.

“You can fight all you want,” Ava murmured, watching the smaller woman shudder despite herself. “But we both know how this ends.”

Maya flinched, taking a shaky breath. “I—I don’t—”

Ava’s lips curled into a smirk. There it is. The hesitation. She let her fingers lightly caress Maya’s pussy lips, feeling the way her body instinctively leaned into the touch before she caught herself.

“Oh, Maya,” Ava whispered, leaning in, her breath warm against Maya’s ear. “Your body tells me everything your lips refuse to say. Well actually, your other lips are telling me something very clearly.”

Maya's response was a guttural moan as Ava's thumb circled her clit with expert precision. Ava felt Maya nearing the edge, her tiny body trembling with anticipation. She could see the desperation in Maya's eyes, the way her breaths hitched with each thrust of Ava's fingers. It would be so easy to push her over that edge and watch her fall apart completely.

But Ava had other plans. The lusty little CEO wouldn’t get off that easily. She would have to earn it.

"Ava... please... stop..." Maya's voice was barely a whisper now, each word punctuated by a gasp of pleasure.

"Fine," Ava said, her voice dripping with mock agreement. "But only for now. I know you want this, little one. You can't hide your desires from me."

Ava's fingers slid out of Maya's pussy, leaving the tiny woman gasping for breath. Maya's body trembled, her legs splayed open as she lay helpless across Ava's lap. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the tension between them palpable.

Maya let out a choked sob of frustration as the waves of pleasure receded, leaving her spent and desperately horny on Ava's lap. Her tiny body shivered with unfulfilled need, and tears of frustration welled in her eyes.

Ava smiled down at the quivering woman in her lap, enjoying every second of Maya’s frustration and neediness.

"You're mine now," Ava whispered, her voice filled with desire. "And I'm going to enjoy every moment of this."

Maya's response was a soft whimper, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of Ava's touch. Ava knew Maya was already defeated, and that her attempts to maintain her dominance had been shattered by Ava's relentless teasing. But she loved that Maya was continuing to deny it and to fight. It would have been so much less fun if she had just surrendered.

“Still trying to fight?” Ava teased, sliding her hand lower, just enough to tease—never enough to satisfy.

She let the silence stretch between them, waiting, watching, feeling the exact moment Maya’s breathing changed—shallower now, more ragged. Falling apart piece by piece. Ava's fingers hovered just above Maya's glistening folds, teasingly close but not quite touching. Maya's tiny body squirmed in Ava's lap, her frustration and need undeniable.

"If you want to get off," Ava whispered, "you have to admit how much you wanted to submit to me."

Maya's response was a high-pitched whimper, her eyes pleading. "Ava, please," she begged, her voice quivering with desperation. "Just let me cum."

Ava's fingers again grazed Maya's pussy lips ever so lightly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the tiny woman. "Admit it, Maya," Ava taunted, her tone both gentle and firm. "Admit how much you're loving this."

Maya’s tiny hands gripped Ava’s thighs as if trying to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her lips trembled, caught between her pride and her desperate need to submit.

"Please, Ava," Maya whispered, her voice breaking. "I... I need it..."

Ava shook her head slowly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "No, Maya. You have to say it first."

The lips of Maya’s pussy began to pout, then to gape a little, a manifestation of her raging sexual excitement. The more Maya teased, the more it yawned, as if inviting the tool of her torment to enter her again as deeply as it already had. Maya's breath hitched as she tried to form the words.
Her body arched towards Ava's teasing fingers, seeking more contact. But Ava pulled back slightly each time Maya moved closer.

"Admit it," Ava whispered again. “Tell me how much you wanted this.”

Tears of frustration filled Maya's eyes as she realized there was no escape from this torment. Her need for release was overpowering every other thought in her mind.

"Ava," she gasped, desperation clear in her voice. "I... I wanted this..."

Ava raised an eyebrow but didn't increase the pressure of her touch. "Go on," she urged softly.

Maya's eyes closed tightly as if gathering the courage for what she had to say next. "I wanted to submit to you," she confessed in a trembling voice. "I wanted this so much..."

Ava’s smile widened at the admission, but she wasn't done yet. Her fingers continued their maddeningly light teasing along Maya’s pouting pussy lips.

"And how do you feel now?" Ava asked, watching every nuance of Maya’s expression.

"I love it," Maya whispered. "I love being like this... Please... let me cum."

Ava’s heart pounded as Maya’s whispered confessions reached her ears. The sight of the once-dominant CEO, now shrunken and vulnerable, confessing her deepest desires filled Ava with an intoxicating mix of power and arousal. She kept her fingers just a hair’s breadth away from Maya's glistening folds, drawing out the tension.

Maya’s eyes, filled with desperation and lust, met Ava's. "Damn it, Ava... I... I wanted this. I just didn’t want to admit it. It’s why I teased you with my feet and why I let you find out my weakness. That one night with the maintenance girl, I had planned on you tickling my feet. That’s why I had them out there on a silver platter until we were interrupted."

Ava's breath caught in her throat. Hearing Maya's admission fueled her desire, the power dynamic now forever reversed. Her fingers lightly grazed Maya's wet folds again, eliciting a soft moan from the tiny woman.

Maya's words spilled out in a rush, each one punctuated by gasps of pleasure. "That's why I never fired you when I knew you knew my secret. I wanted you to outsmart me here and make me your submissive this weekend. Oh please! Just pleasure me, Ava!"

Ava couldn't help but smile at the revelation. All this time, Maya had been setting herself up for this moment. Ava's fingers circled Maya's clit again, savoring every quiver and whimper that escaped from her lips.

"That's why you stopped wearing your boots around me so you'd be vulnerable" Ava teased, more a statement than a question.

Maya nodded frantically, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I wanted this so bad," she confessed, her voice breaking with need.

Satisfied with the confession, Ava finally applied more pressure with her fingers against Maya’s aching sex.

"Good girl," Ava murmured approvingly as she began to move her fingers in earnest.

Ava felt a surge of power as she finally plunged two fingers deep into Maya's shrunken, tight snatch. The reaction was immediate and intense. Maya's body arched, a guttural moan escaping her lips as her inner walls clenched greedily around Ava's fingers. The sensation of Maya's wet heat enveloping her digits was intoxicating

Maya's moans grew louder, more desperate, as Ava began to move her fingers with purpose. She curled them slightly, finding the spot that made Maya cry out in ecstasy. The tiny woman's body writhed on Ava's lap, every touch sending shockwaves through her.

"That's it," Ava whispered, her voice low and commanding. "Give in to it."

Maya's response was a series of broken gasps and moans, her hands gripping Ava's thighs as if her life depended on it. Ava could feel the shudders running through Maya’s petite frame with each thrust of her fingers.

"Please," Maya whimpered, her voice barely more than a breathless plea. "More..."

Ava obliged, increasing the intensity of her movements. She could feel Maya’s pussy tightening around her fingers, the slickness making each thrust smoother and more powerful. Maya’s cries reached a fever pitch, her entire body trembling with need.

"You're mine now," Ava said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Say it."

Maya's eyes fluttered open, meeting Ava's gaze with a mix of desperation and surrender. "I'm yours," she gasped out, the words barely coherent amidst her moans.

Ava smiled at the admission and plunged deeper, twisting her fingers slightly to maximize the pleasure coursing through Maya’s body. The effect was immediate; Maya's moans turned into cries of pure ecstasy.

"That's my good little girl," Ava praised as she felt the first spasms of Maya’s orgasm begin to ripple through her small form.

Maya’s body convulsed around Ava’s fingers, every nerve in her body was filled with pleasure. Her moans turned into incoherent screams of pleasure as she came hard, soaking Ava’s hand with her juices. Ava continued to tease and please Maya’s pussy throughout her climax, prolonging the sensations until Maya was nothing more than a quivering mess in her lap. As the aftershocks subsided, Maya lay limp against Ava, completely spent and utterly submissive.

She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Maya’s forehead as the tiny woman came down from her climax. "Good girl," Ava murmured softly, savoring the taste of victory on her lips.

After letting Maya rest on her lap for a minute or two, watching the undone young woman from above, she decided to move on to the next part of her plan.

"Now then," Ava said, setting Maya on her feet. "Go stand in that corner over there. And don't you dare move an inch. I have to deal with Katherine now."

Maya hesitated, her diminutive frame swaying slightly. "You can't just—"

"Would you prefer another round over my knee?" Ava's tone was stern and unforgiving. "I don't think your little bottom could handle much more right now."

Maya's hands flew back to protect herself, her face flushing crimson. "N-no..."

"Then corner. Now." Ava pointed firmly. "Katy and I need to discuss how her weekend is going to unfold."

Maya shot a desperate glance at Katherine, perhaps hoping for some intervention, but found none. With a tiny whimper, she scurried to the corner, hands still clasped protectively behind her.

"And Maya?" Ava added, watching her former tormentor flinch at her name. "If you move even one inch before I give permission, we'll start the spanking all over again. Understood?"

Maya's head bobbed in a quick nod, her tiny form pressing closer to the wall as if trying to disappear into it.
Ava sat on the edge of the poolside bed, watching Maya's tiny form trembling in the corner. The sight still amazed her. Someone who had towered over her just an hour ago now stood barely knee-high.

"I can't believe this, Maya," Ava mused, shaking her head. "You started today as this big, towering CEO, and now here you are as my shrunken submissive, chastened with a pink rear, standing in the corner like a naughty child."
Maya's shoulders tensed at the words, embarrassed by the situation and what she had admitted to earlier. She remained still, following Ava's earlier warning about movement.

"I guess you could say today marks Maya’s downfall," Ava continued, unable to keep the satisfaction from her voice. "From corporate tyrant to tiny submissive in just a few ticklish minutes. And remember," Ava added firmly, "if you want your size back, you better behave. No more slapping, no more threats, and definitely no more of that CEO attitude. You're not in charge anymore, Maya. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be. Don’t get any ideas now that you’ve gotten off."

Katherine, still in her natural form and shrunken to slightly over two feet tall, nodded in agreement from her position near the pool. “My plan has come together perfectly,” beamed Katherine. “In fact, it was almost too easy. I almost wish it was more of a challenge.”
Maya's tiny form seemed to deflate slightly at these words, her head bowing lower as the reality of her situation sank in. The mighty Maya Reeves had been reduced to corner time and lectures about behavior like she was a naughty child. It was a transformation as dramatic as her physical shrinking.

Ava strode over to Katherine, still riding high from her triumph over Maya. Katherine's eyes sparkled with anticipation, clearly expecting her reward for helping orchestrate Maya's downfall.

"Great job! Now grow me back to my enhanced form so I can enjoy this too," Katherine said, extending her hand expectantly.

Ava's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Change of plans, Katy." She watched the color drain from Katherine's face. "You're going to be spending the weekend the same size as Maya. I want two little shrunken women to worship me."

"But Ava!" Katherine protested, standing her tiny form up on the daybed. Her confident demeanor had cracked as she realized the tables had turned on her as well.

Ava laughed, the sound filling the room. "No buts. Except the ones I’ll be spanking if either of you misbehave. Sorry little Katy, but two shrunken women is better than one. Wouldn’t you agree?"

She advanced on Katherine, enjoying how her former conspirator backed away. "And before we start this weekend, you need to teach me the enhancement spell. I'm going to be moving up in the world."

Ava watched with amusement as Katherine's face transformed from shock to outrage. The petite woman's fists clenched at her sides, her face bristling with anger.

"You backstabbed me!" Katherine shouted angrily, her voice rising in pitch. "After everything I did to help you take Maya down!"
Ava couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry little Katy, but I want two shrunken women to play with. Nothing personal. Just business." She winked at Katherine mischievously, rubbing her betrayal in even more.

Katherine's face reddened as she backed away from Ava. "This wasn't part of the plan! I helped you! I gave you all the information about the spell, about Maya's weakness-"

"And I'm very grateful for all of that," Ava cut in, advancing on Katherine. "But plans change. You of all people should understand that." She raised an eyebrow meaningfully. "Now, unless you'd like to join Maya for some disciplinary action..."

Katherine's eyes widened as she glanced at Maya's tiny form still facing the corner. Her resistance crumbled, shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Yes... Mistress," Katherine muttered, looking down at her feet.

Ava smiled, savoring the sweet taste of complete victory. Both the mighty CEO and her former rival now stood diminished before her, both literally and figuratively.

Ava watched as Maya's tiny form shook with laughter from her corner position. Despite her own predicament, Maya couldn't resist mocking her rival.

"Not so fun being on this end, is it Katherine?" Maya's high-pitched voice carried across the balcony. "All that plotting and scheming, and now you're just as small as me. How does it feel to be outsmarted by your own protégé?"

Katherine's face flushed red with anger and embarrassment. "At least I'm not the one standing in the corner with a pink bottom," she shot back.
Maya continued, her voice dripping with satisfaction despite her current predicament. "Oh, but you will be soon. Looks like we're both going to be Ava's little toys now. Karma's quite a bitch, isn't it?"

"I don't recall giving you permission to speak," Avas said firmly as she walked over to the corner. Maya's laughter cut off abruptly as Ava's hand connected with her already tender rear.

"Eep!" Maya squeaked, jumping slightly at the sharp swat.

Ava followed it with a firm pinch that made Maya yelp even louder. "Back to facing the corner, and not another word unless you want round three."
Maya pressed herself back into the corner, all traces of amusement gone from her tiny form. The room fell silent except for her quiet sniffles caused by a very sore little butt.

Ava turned to Katherine. "Teach me the spell. And don’t try any tricks."

Katherine hesitated, then sighed. "The words must be precise, and your intent must be clear."

She recited the incantation, and Ava repeated it carefully. Energy surged through her, starting at her feet and rising upward. Her perspective shifted as she grew taller, her frame filling out with new curves.

Ava inhaled sharply as ephemeral hands massaged her shoulders, reshaping her slender figure with every delightful touch. Her shoulders widened while maintaining feminine elegance, and her muscles subtly enhanced. Her arms lengthened and added more muscle, and her fingers stretched outward as if invisible hands were tugging on them lightly.

She observed her reflection in the balcony mirror, watching as her height increased inch by inch. The magic molded her frame with practiced precision, each pleasurable caress refining her proportions. She gasped as the tingling spread to her chest, her modest bust swelling as her blouse grew tight. Large ephemeral hands massaged and squeezed her boobs, each delicate touch adding more size and heft. Buttons strained until she discarded her shirt and her bra entirely, eagerly embracing the changes.

Maya and Katherine stared in awe as Ava transformed. Maya, once the towering figure of dominance, now barely reached Ava’s knees.

"The enhancement takes some getting used to," Maya muttered. "Your center of gravity shifts."

Ava shot her a sharp glance. "I don’t remember giving you permission to speak."

The ephemeral hands drifted lower, sculpting Ava’s waist and widening her hips into a striking hourglass figure. Her skirt tightened before she slipped it off, leaving her in undersized panties that barely covered her newly enhanced curves.

The transformation continued down her legs, lengthening and sculpting them into powerful, graceful perfection. Lean muscle defined her thighs and calves, each curve honed for both strength and beauty. She steadied herself against a chair as the magic stretched her frame, and soon was surpassing Maya’s former height with ease.

The ethereal hands then moved down to Ava's feet, sending tingles through her soles. Her sandals felt increasingly tight as her feet grew to match her new proportions. The spectral touch massaged each arch and heel, stretching them longer and wider. Ava soon slipped out of her sandals so she could get a better look.

Suddenly, ghostly fingers tickled her soles, making Ava jump and giggle. The tickling sensation danced across her feet again, more insistent this time.
She gripped the chair tighter, trying to maintain her composure as the ethereal touch found particularly sensitive spots.
"Oh!" Ava squeaked, fighting to keep her feet still as the magical hands continued their playful assault. The message seemed clear; in this enhanced form, her feet were vulnerable. Just like Maya's feet had been earlier when she had shrunk her down.

Before she could fully process this warning, a sharp spectral slap landed across her newly enhanced rear, making Ava yelp in surprise. The sting lingered, as if the spell itself was issuing another warning about the price of wielding such power.

From their corners, Maya and Katherine exchanged knowing glances. They had both experienced these same sensations during their own transformations, though neither dared speak about it now. Not without Ava’s permission.

Ava rubbed her stinging rear, understanding the spell’s warnings. The spell granted incredible power, but it came with equally significant vulnerabilities. She would need to be careful - more careful than Maya had been.

Ava felt more powerful than she ever had in her life. Her newly enhanced form would tower over almost anyone. And her former tormenter Maya and co-conspirator Katherine now looked like decorative dolls in comparison.

"Look at me, Maya!" she commanded, watching both women flinch at her authoritative tone.

Maya’s tiny form pivoted slowly, her face tilted up to meet Ava's gaze. The CEO's eyes widened at Ava's transformed appearance.

“What the hell... Ava, you’re even taller than I was,” Maya whispered.

Ava ran her hands down her enhanced curves, enjoying her new proportions. She'd need a new wardrobe. But for now, she could use Maya’s clothes. She clearly wouldn’t be needing them this weekend.

"I understand now," Ava said, testing her longer stride as she approached Maya. "I understand why you both became so drunk on this power." She reached down and scooped Maya up, bringing the diminutive woman to eye level. "The feeling is... intoxicating."

Maya squirmed in her grasp but didn't dare struggle too much, clearly aware of how precarious her position had become. From the other side of the room, Katherine remained seated in an oversized chair, but her tiny frame trembled visibly at the sound of Ava's movements.

"Oh my," Katherine whispered, examining Ava’s transformed body from across the room. She now stood an imposing 6 feet ten inches, six inches taller than Maya or Katherine’s enhanced forms. Her previously modest frame had been enhanced with curves that put both of them to shame. She was a goddess, a mini giantess that would command rooms and attention wherever she went.

Ava looked down at Maya in her hand as she held her gently. "Now I understand why you two little ladies love this spell so much. The power, the strength.” She walked around the balcony, testing her new form. Her steps were deliberate and graceful, despite her unfamiliar new proportions.
Maya looked up at Ava's transformation. Her tiny face showed a mix of recognition and dismay at her lost stature. She knew exactly what Ava was experiencing, having lived it herself for so long.

“Ava,” Maya said in awe. “You look so… “ But Maya was unable to finish her sentence.

"The view really is different from up here," Ava mused, stretching her enhanced form. She caught her reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing herself. Where once stood a modest 5'5" secretary now towered an amazon that radiated confidence and authority.

Ava then walked over to Katherine and scooped her up in her other hand. She gazed down at her two tiny captives, still marveling at how different everything looked from her new enhanced height. The power coursing through her body felt intoxicating.

"Well, Maya," Ava teased. "How does it feel to be back in your natural state while I've claimed your enhanced curves for myself?" She brought Maya up to eye level, enjoying how the once-mighty woman now fit so easily in her palm.

Maya squirmed but didn't respond, her tiny face flushed with humiliation.

"The weekend ahead is quite simple," Ava continued, her enhanced voice carrying new authority. "Both you and Katherine will worship and serve me however I desire. You'll follow every command without question." She glanced between her two miniature captives. "Any disobedience will be met with punishment. Do you understand?"

Katherine nodded quickly, while Maya remained stubbornly silent. Ava raised an eyebrow at Maya's defiance.

"Still trying to maintain that CEO attitude?" Ava clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "That won't serve you well anymore, Maya. You're not the towering figure giving orders now - I am. I suggest you accept your new role quickly. It will make things much easier. Do you understand?"

The two women exchanged glances, clearly processing how completely their positions of power had been reversed.

“Yes, mistress,” they both nodded submissively.

"Now then," Ava smiled down at them. "Shall we begin? I have the nicest penthouse in Miami for a weekend and two shrunken little beauties to worship me, and I intend to make the most of it."

Peter Bendo was nice enough to make some renders for the story.

You can see them here: https://www.deviantart.com/bigguy123456 ... king-comic

Their profile is here: https://www.deviantart.com/peterbendo

[Captain Ash]

I liked the spanking part.
Also that Ava back-stabbed Katy was inevitable, who doesn't want two tiny women?

That Ava turned out to be bigger than those two CEO was a nice twist for the ending.

[bigguy123456789]

Here is a flashback chapter from Maya's POV. I initially scrapped this, but I liked it too much to not release, so I figured now is a good time to release it. New chapters will be out soon that continue the actual storyline. Please let me know what you think!

Here is a much more up to date (and in my opinion much better) rough draft here: https://www.deviantart.com/bigguy123456 ... 1160968260
If you want to read this, I suggest you read it there. I'm not going to update it here until it is officially complete.

Maya's Downfall - Chapter 13 - Extremely rough draft

Right now you may be thinking that Maya doesn’t deserve this fate. Or maybe you are thinking Ava took it too far. Sure, she was a bitch and treated people poorly, but that doesn’t mean she deserves a spanking on her very tiny butt! Well, I can assure you that Maya came in fully knowing what to expect. As you soon shall see.

You might also be wondering who I am? Well, I’m “the spell” of course. But I am so much more than that. A goddess, a trickster, a seducer. You know me by many names, but that’s for another time. I’ve even been known to take on a human form from time to time.

And why do I do this? Well, I get bored. It’s so fun messing with humans. I can’t even remember why I started this “spell” business so many years ago, but it has provided me with endless entertainment. These petite little ladies get their enhanced form, but they always abuse it and come crashing down. And I may or may not give them a little nudge in the right direction, but I can promise you everyone has free will in these situations. As you shall soon see with Maya.

I’ve also found that people seem to enjoy my little escapades. My stories are quite popular online. These aren’t the first ladies who have been shrunk down on my account. I actually have many schemes going at once, and if you see a story about a shrunken woman (and it’s real), then I have probably been involved in one way or another. What can I say? I like shrunken ladies.

So anyway, before you go accusing me of all kinds of things, Maya wanted this. And I am a giving goddess who loves to give women what they want. So Maya got exactly what she wanted. She could have stopped anytime, but she couldn’t resist her submissive nature. If she wasn’t such a horny little slut (her words not mine), then Ava never would have had a chance. Now, here is Maya’s side of the story and how she got to where we are now -shrunken down to 2 feet and having a very sore little butt. Enjoy!

6 Weeks Earlier:

Maya walked into her lavish living room and sank into her plush couch, her head spinning with unwanted thoughts about her secretary. She kicked off her knee high boots, wiggling her toes against the cool air. Her enhanced form felt heavier tonight, a reminder of the power she wielded at work, but also the weakness that came along with it.

"What is wrong with me?" Maya whispered to the empty room. She couldn't shake the memory of Ava's defiant glances, the way her secretary carried herself with quiet confidence. It stirred something deep inside her that she'd rather ignore.

Maya's fingers traced along her curves, remembering how Ava had stood up to her in that meeting today. No one challenged her anymore, not since she'd claimed the CEO position. But Ava... Ava was different.

Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her blazer. "This is ridiculous," Maya muttered under her breath, her fingers tightening around the blazer as she reached over to set it down on her couch. She was Maya Reeves, for god's sake - a CEO, a lioness, a woman who commanded and dominated both boardrooms and bedrooms. She didn't fantasize about being small and helpless, about surrendering control to someone insignificant like Ava. And yet, her body seemed determined to betray her, her nipples hardening and her thighs slicking with arousal at the mere thought of it. She crossed her legs tightly, trying to suppress the throbbing heat between them, but it only made the sensation more intense.

"I am not submissive," she whispered to herself, but the words felt hollow when her body was so clearly at war with her mind.

The spell's enhancement made her feel invincible at work, towering over everyone. But here, alone in her penthouse, Maya couldn’t deny to herself that she craved something else. Something she hadn't felt since that weekend years ago with Katherine.

Maya again ran her hands over her enhanced form, the curves and height that intimidated everyone around her. Everyone except Ava. Her secretary's quiet strength was like a magnet, pulling at something deep inside Maya that she'd tried to bury.

Her heart raced as she imagined surrendering control, just for a moment. Letting someone else - letting Ava - take charge. The thought both thrilled and terrified her.

"I am not submissive," Maya whispered to herself again, but her body continued to betray her with its response to these forbidden thoughts.

Maya leaned back against the plush couch, her thoughts spiraling out of control. Ava was like a loose thread in the fabric of her carefully constructed dominance, tugging at the edges and unraveling her composure without even trying. Every day in the office, Maya fought to maintain her towering presence, but Ava's subtle influence made it feel like an uphill battle, each small interaction pulling her closer to the edge.

She could still picture the way Ava had stood before her during that meeting, insisting that her idea was correct. The room had felt electric as their eyes locked, and Maya could hardly remember what she had said next. How had this petite secretary turned into such a compelling force? Of course, she had dressed down Ava in front of everyone and dismissed her idea as stupid to put her back in her place, but that was the most anyone had ever stood up to Maya in years.

Maya pressed her palms to her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric of her skirt. She loved to be in control and to dominate. Yet, there was an undeniable thrill in imagining what it would be like to give it up. Each interaction with Ava felt like a dance on a razor’s edge. For Maya, interacting with Ava was dangerous and intoxicating. The way Ava watched her with those keen eyes made Maya feel vulnerable and exposed.
In those moments, Maya battled between desire and shame. The idea of shrinking down to a mere doll-size form under Ava’s teasing fingers sent shivers down her spine. Would she giggle uncontrollably? Would she enjoy it? The thought lingered longer than it should have.

A pang of frustration coursed through Maya as she realized how vulnerable she had felt just thinking about surrendering to that fantasy. Why did every smile from Ava feel like an invitation to submit? Each time she brushed against Maya while passing by or adjusted something on her desk, it sparked a rush of longing that made Maya's heart race.

This feeling was so much different than what she normally felt - a desire to dominate others and be in charge. Her breath hitched as memories flooded back of some of her greatest conquests. She remembered the sensation of being worshipped when she first learned the spell, dominating Katherine so effortlessly. But now? Now, all that power seemed overshadowed by this persistent urge to submit. But it was only to submit to one person - Ava.

Maya clenched her fists, torn between wanting to crush that desire and letting herself drift into the pleasure of yielding to someone else’s will. Would allowing Ava even a moment of control strip away everything she'd built? Would it unlock something deeper within her? Each day became a test of willpower, and with every passing moment in the office, she found herself teetering closer to a precipice she never intended to approach.
Maya stood abruptly from the couch, her jaw clenched. "No," she said firmly to the empty room. "I am not some submissive little toy."

She yanked off her blouse, tossing it aside with more force than necessary. Her skirt followed, pooling at her feet. The cool air kissed her enhanced curves, reminding her of the power this form gave her.

"I'm the one who makes others beg," Maya muttered, unhooking her bra. "I'm the one who brings the most powerful people to their knees."
Standing in just her black lace panties, Maya caught her reflection in the window. Her enhanced form towered at 6'4", all dangerous curves and commanding presence. This was who she really was - not some weak thing fantasizing about submission.

"I am Maya Reeves," she whispered to herself. "I don't submit. I dominate."

Maya grabbed her silk robe from its hook, the material sliding sensually against her skin as she slipped it on. It was deep purple, and its rich hue was a reminder of the power and dominance she wielded so effortlessly. Maya loved purple since it was the color of royalty, and was she not basically a modern day royal? After tying the robe snugly around her waist, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her long legs, letting the delicate fabric pool at her feet. With a deep breath, she stepped over them and walked to her bedroom.

Maya stalked to her bed, stretching out across the plush comforter, her enhanced curves pressing against the cool fabric. Her hands traced down her body as she pictured Ava - small, submissive Ava - beneath her towering form.

"You think you can challenge me?" Maya whispered to the empty room, sliding her fingers between her thighs. She imagined pinning Ava down, making her secretary squirm and beg. The fantasy of Ava's defiant eyes finally lowering in submission sent heat coursing through her body.
Her breathing quickened as she pictured forcing Ava to her knees, making her worship Maya's dominant form. She would make Ava kiss her feet, remind her of her place. Show her what true power looked like.

Maya's back arched as pleasure built, her free hand gripping the sheets. In her mind, Ava writhed helplessly, completely at her mercy. No more subtle challenges, no more knowing looks - just pure submission to Maya's will.

"That's right," Maya moaned, her fingers moving faster. "Know your place."

The image of Ava breaking, finally surrendering to Maya's dominance, pushed her over the edge. Maya's enhanced body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her cry of release echoed off the bedroom walls.

However, sleep did not come easy that night for the lusty CEO. Maya tossed and turned in her silk sheets, drifting in and out of sleep despite her earlier release. The fantasy of dominating Ava had satisfied her for a moment, but now different images crept into her mind. That one night in the office, when the heat had forced her to expose her feet.

Her heart raced as she remembered peeling off her boots, the vulnerability of her stockinged feet in the open air. Had Ava been watching? Had she been planning on making a move? How much did she know? Sometimes, she was certain she knew, but most of the time she knew she was being paranoid. How could she possibly know? She had been so careful.

Maya's breath caught as she imagined a different scenario playing out that evening. In her dream, Ava appears in her doorway, those knowing eyes fixed on Maya's exposed feet. In her mind's eye, she saw Ava closing the door, approaching with deliberate steps.

"No..." Maya whispered to her empty bedroom, but the fantasy wouldn't release her.

She pictured Ava's fingers wrapping around her ankles, holding her feet in place. The first teasing stroke along her soles would trigger the spell. Maya's enhanced form would begin to dwindle, her clothes growing loose as Ava's fingers danced across her vulnerable feet.

Heat pooled between Maya's thighs as she dreamed of herself shrinking into the soft folds of her blouse. She could almost feel each thread of fabric caressing her hypersensitive skin as she dwindled in size. Ava's touch sent waves of pleasure through her diminishing body. Maya's whispered protests dissolved into ragged breaths, then breathless moans, until finally, she surrendered completely—soft giggles spilling from her lips, helpless and lost in the relentless, tantalizing torment of Ava's touch.

Maya, half asleep, pressed her thighs together, fighting the arousal that came with picturing herself small and powerless beneath Ava's touch. But she couldn't stop imagining how it would feel. She could almost feel her secretary's fingers now giant against her shrinking feet, her clothes becoming a sea of fabric around her dwindling form.

Maya's mind raced with the forbidden fantasy. In her dream, she found herself tangled in the silky fabric of her own lacy undergarments, her enhanced form now reduced to mere inches. Above her, Ava's towering figure cast a shadow as she sorted through the pile of oversized clothes.

"Well, Maya," Ava's voice boomed from above, dripping with amusement. "A little too small for your britches now, aren't you?"

Maya felt her face flush with anger and something else she didn't want to acknowledge. "How dare you! Change me back this instant!" Her voice came out as a squeak, lacking all the authority she normally commanded.

Ava lifted her from the fabric, cradling her diminutive form in her palm. "I think you wanted this, Maya." Her finger traced along Maya's tiny form. "Your body tells a different story than your words."

Maya squirmed in Ava's grip, torn between outrage and the intense sensations coursing through her small form. Her protests died in her throat as Ava's fingertip brushed against her most intimate parts. She tried to suppress a moan but failed, her diminutive form betraying her with waves of pleasure.

"Look how wet you are," Ava's voice thundered from above. Her finger continued its teasing circles, each touch sending sparks through Maya's shrunken body. "Your body knows what it wants, even if you won't admit it."

Maya squirmed in Ava's palm, fighting the intense sensations. But her secretary was right - her pussy was dripping, her thighs slick with need. The shame of her arousal mixed with the intoxicating feeling of being so utterly controlled.

"I-I don't..." Maya gasped as Ava's finger pressed more firmly. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact despite her protests.

"You don't what?" Ava laughed, her amused voice ringing across the room. "Don't want this? Your soaked little coochie says otherwise."

In her dream, Maya bit her lip, unable to deny how her body responded to each touch. Her enhanced form had always made her feel powerful, but being reduced to this size, being played with so intimately - it awakened something primal within her.

Back in reality, Maya's enhanced form writhed on the silk sheets, one hand working between her thighs as the fantasy consumed her. In her mind, she felt utterly helpless in Ava's palm, her tiny body trembling with each touch.

Her back arched as she stroked herself, lost in the dual sensations - both her real pleasure and the imagined feeling of being so small, so vulnerable. Every brush of her fingers matched the fantasy of Ava's giant touch against her diminutive form.

Heat built inside her as the two realities merged - her powerful enhanced body tensing on the bed while in her mind she squirmed helplessly at Ava's mercy. Maya's breath came in short gasps, her free hand gripping the sheets.

"Please..." she whispered to the empty room, though whether she begged for mercy or more, she wasn't sure. Her fingers moved faster as she pictured herself completely at Ava's whim, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations.

Maya's enhanced body trembled, teetering on the edge as she lost herself in the forbidden fantasy. The thought of surrendering control, of being claimed and owned, drove her wild with need.

Maya's enhanced form shuddered against the silk sheets as fantasy and reality blurred together. Her fingers moved in desperate circles, matching the imagined touch of Ava's giant digit against her shrunken form.

In her dream, she squirmed helplessly in Ava's palm, fighting the building pleasure even as her tiny body betrayed her. Her secretary's knowing smile loomed above, watching Maya's resistance crumble.

"Let go," Ava commanded. "Show me how much you need this."

Maya's back arched off the bed as a cry escaped her lips, equal parts surrender and release. Her body trembled through the aftershocks, muscles going slack as exhaustion finally claimed her.

Maya's body tingled as she drifted deeper into sleep, lost in erotic dreams of submission, one hand still resting between her thighs. As she slept peacefully, the silk nightgown that had fit her enhanced form perfectly began to loosen around her shoulders. The hem crept up her thighs as her legs shortened inch by inch.

Her breathing remained steady, undisturbed by the transformation taking hold of her sleeping form. The nightgown's delicate straps slipped off her dwindling shoulders, sliding down her increasingly slender arms. The soft silk fabric draped over her like a blanket, pooling around her shrinking frame as her body continued its gradual reduction. She remained blissfully unaware as her imposing stature melted away, each passing moment bringing her closer to doll size.

The bed beneath her seemed to expand endlessly as Maya's form continued to diminish, the mattress now looking impossibly huge against her shrinking body. Her head slipped off the pillow, and her nighty pooled around her, the soft fabric swallowing her inch by inch. Each brush of silk against her bare skin sent shivers through her, her breath quickening. Even the light sheets felt heavier with every passing moment, pressing her down, teasing her as her body grew smaller and more delicate.

Maya shrank rapidly, dwindling to six inches in mere minutes. The warmth of her nighty lingered from when she was full-sized just moments before. Her limbs vanished into the soft folds of fabric as she kept getting smaller, until she disappeared entirely within her own sleepwear. The nightgown wrapped around her like a silken cocoon, the smooth fabric brushing over her sensitive skin. Her chest rose and fell with shallow, rapid breaths, the thrill of vulnerability thrumming through her. She was a delicate doll, lost in a sea of fabric, waiting to be found and claimed.

As the shrinking subsided, Maya's eyes slowly fluttered open, her mind still groggy from sleep. An unsettling sensation washed over her as she found herself completely enveloped in fabric that reminded her of her lacy sleepwear. The sheets seemed unfamiliar, now pressing down on her with an unexpected weight. Struggling to free herself, she pushed her way out from under her nightgown. Her heart raced with the sudden realization – she had shrunk during her sleep. Everything around her loomed gigantically!

"What the hell?" Her voice came out as a squeak, barely audible in the massive bedroom.

She had never shrunk unconsciously before. Had her erotic dreams caused her to shrink? Did she somehow do this to herself? The spell had always been predictable, controlled. This spontaneous reduction sent a wave of panic through her. She needed answers.
Maya padded across the vast expanse of her bed, each step sinking slightly into the plush surface. The morning light streaming through her windows cast giant shadows across the landscape of sheets and pillows. Her phone lay on the nightstand - now an impossible distance away, like a building a few blocks away.

"The witches' forum," she muttered to herself, frustration building. "I need to contact them, figure out what's happening." But how could she even reach her phone at this size?

Everything towered above her. The headboard rose like a skyscraper, the pillows loomed like hills, and her own discarded nightgown was the size of a house. Maya stood in the center of it all, naked and vulnerable, trying to process how her carefully controlled world had suddenly grown so enormous while she slept.

Maya's heart jumped as she remembered her instructions to Ava from the night before. It hit her like a splash of cold water - she had demanded Ava arrive early with breakfast, coffee, and her dry cleaning.

A throb of arousal pulsed between her legs at the thought of being discovered like this. Her tiny body felt so exposed, so defenseless. The silk sheets against her bare skin only heightened her awareness of her nakedness.

"Shit, shit, shit," Maya whispered, her voice barely audible in the vast space of her bedroom.

She glanced at her clock. The numbers loomed enormous from this new perspective. 5:45 AM. Ava would be here any minute, using the key Maya had given her for emergencies and deliveries.

Maya's nipples hardened in the cool air as she contemplated her situation. The thought of Ava finding her like this - small, vulnerable, and completely nude - sent another wave of unwanted heat through her core.

She needed to hide, but where? The bed was too exposed, offering no real cover. Under the comforter? Too obvious. Underneath the bed? No, there was no space to conceal herself there. The pile of silk that was her nightgown would be the first place anyone would look. Time was running out—Ava would be here any second. If she tried to run across the floor now, she’d be caught instantly. She had to think fast, but every option seemed hopeless.

Maya's feet sank into the plush comforter as she searched frantically for a hiding spot. Each step reminded her of how small and powerless she was. Her thighs slicked with arousal as she imagined Ava's towering form entering the room, those knowing green eyes scanning for her diminutive boss.
The distant sound of a key in the front door lock made Maya freeze. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the sound, her body betraying her with its response to danger.

"Maya?" Ava's voice called from the entryway. "I have your breakfast!"

Maya's heart thundered in her chest as Ava's footsteps echoed through the apartment. With no time to reach a better hiding spot, she dove beneath the thick comforter, pressing herself into its folds, hoping the layers would be good enough to avoid discovery.

The bedroom door creaked open. Maya pressed herself flat against the mattress, trying to steady her rapid breathing. From beneath the covers, she heard the soft click of Ava's heels on the hardwood floor.

"Maya? Are you still asleep?"

The mattress shifted as Ava set something down - probably the breakfast tray. Maya's body tensed as the movement created waves in the fabric above her. At six inches tall, even the smallest disturbance felt like an earthquake.

Sweat beaded on Maya's skin despite the cool air under the covers. Her naked body tingled with each sound of Ava moving around the room. At her current size, her secretary's presence felt overwhelming, even through the barrier of fabric that served as her hiding place.

"That's strange," Ava muttered to herself. "Her phone's still here."

Maya bit her lip as the covers lifted slightly at one corner, letting in a shaft of morning light. She pressed herself deeper into the comforter’s folds, praying it would conceal her diminutive form. She held her breath as Ava's fingers traced along the silk nightgown, mere feet from her hiding spot. Her heart hammered as Ava lifted the garment, examining it with curious eyes.

"It’s still warm," Ava mused, running her hands over the fabric sensually, making Maya's body shiver with anticipation. Her fingers traced the outline where Maya's enhanced form had filled the silk just minutes before. She then picked up Maya’s panties, studying them intently. "These are still warm too. The way they are sitting on the bed and that they are still warm… It's like she shrunk right out of them. Oh my, you did, didn't you, Maya? I bet you’re watching me right now!"

A pulse of heat shot between Maya's legs at those words. How had Ava discovered her secret? The certainty in her secretary's voice sent shivers down Maya's spine.

"Maya?" Ava called out, her voice playful. "I know you're tiny right now. No use in hiding from me. Come out now for your punishment. I’ve been dreaming of this day for months."

Maya pressed herself deeper into the folds of the comforter, fighting the urge to reveal herself. Her body betrayed her, growing wet with arousal as Ava's shadow passed over her hiding spot.

Ava's fingers skimmed across the bed, methodically searching. Each touch of her hand created waves in the mattress, making Maya's world shift and sway. The proximity of those searching fingers made Maya's pussy throb with need.

Part of her wanted to stay hidden, to maintain some illusion of control. But another part - a part growing stronger with each passing second - yearned to be discovered. To feel those fingers wrap around her diminutive form, to surrender to whatever Ava had planned.

Maya bit back a moan as Ava's hand brushed particularly close to her hiding spot. Her nipples hardened in the cool air under the covers, her whole body alive with anticipation. The hunt was turning her on more than she'd care to admit.

“No, you wouldn’t hide on the bed. That’s too obvious. Where are you Maya?” Ava teased. “You can’t hide forever. Come out and play little one.”
Ava then began looking all over Maya’s bedroom. After searching under the bed and everywhere she could think Maya would hide, Ava walked into her living room.

“Where could you be Maya?” Ava teased. “You know you can’t hide forever, little one. I can’t believe you already shrank yourself down for me. I must admit that I am a bit disappointed that I didn’t get to tickle you down myself.”

As Ava searched for her, Maya suddenly had an idea. She would send an email from her phone telling Ava she left early and forgot her phone. With Ava in the other room, she dashed frantically to the nightstand. Her tiny fingers trembled as she typed on her enormous phone's screen, each tap requiring her whole body weight. Thank god for auto-correct, or the message would have been gibberish. Maya made sure that it was extra aggressive, just to keep Ava on her toes. She pressed send and scurried back under the comforter's folds.

As Ava continued her search in the rest of her penthouse, Maya could do nothing but watch helplessly. Maya pressed her thighs together, trying to contain the growing wetness between them. The hunt was making her impossibly aroused, each near discovery had heightened her excitement. She never imagined being reduced to this size could feel so intoxicating. She felt like she might have an orgasm from the thrill at any moment. She was so horny that she might inadvertently give herself away!

Maya could hear Ava in the other room searching everywhere for her shrunken boss. Why hasn’t she received the email yet, Maya thought to herself. What is taking so long?

Ava returned to her bedroom. "Maybe you didn’t shrink yourself. Still… " Ava mused, her voice filling the vast penthouse, "the way this nightgown is lying here... It looks exactly like you shrunk right out of it. Could you still be on the bed?"

Ava sat down again on Maya’s king size bed, looking over the suspicious nighty one last time. The mattress dipped beneath her secretary's weight, creating waves that rocked Maya's diminutive form. Her breath caught in her throat as Ava's fingers traced the outline of the discarded silk nighty one last time.

Then, Ava began to trace Maya’s sheets and comforter, as if she was seeing if she could feel Maya’s shrunken form. She watched through a gap in the fabric as those searching hands drew closer, just mere inches away.

Her body betrayed her, growing wetter with every passing second, the mix of fear and desire heightening her senses. She imagined those fingers finding her, pinning her down, and the idea alone nearly made her orgasm on the spot. This hunt was an erotic game, and being caught promised pleasures Maya both feared and craved. Every moment under the covers was a torturous blend of anticipation and longing, her body helplessly yearning for Ava’s touch.

Just yesterday, she had towered over Ava, belittling her in front of the whole company, and now she was about to be at her mercy, completely vulnerable. Maya's nipples ached with pleasure, desperate for Ava’s touch, as she watched those giant fingers pass dangerously close to her naked form. The power dynamic had shifted so completely - she felt like prey being stalked by a predator, and her body thrilled at the reversal.
Ava's fingers skimmed across the comforter, mere inches from Maya's hiding spot. The fear of discovery sent electric shivers down Maya's spine. She bit her lip hard, fighting back a moan as her body responded to the chase. Her thighs slicked with arousal, betraying her excitement at being so close to submission.

Just when Maya was certain Ava would discover her, a soft chime echoed through the bedroom. "Oh?" Ava's voice carried a note of disappointment. Maya watched through a gap in the fabric as her secretary looked at her phone, reading Maya’s email.

"I better get back to the office," Ava said disappointedly. "If she’s not shrunk and waiting there for me, she’ll be in a real mood. It’s okay, if you’re here Maya and watching, just know that I’ll be spanking those little shrunken buns of yours very soon. I can promise you that."

The mattress shifted as Ava stood, and Maya pressed herself deeper into the folds of the comforter. Her tiny body trembled - not with fear, but with an electric mix of anticipation and arousal. How had Ava discovered her secret? The certainty in her secretary's voice sent shivers racing down Maya's spine.

Ava walked to the nightstand to grab Maya’s phone and the breakfast she had bright over. Maya could see her as she peaked out from under the covers. She watched through the gap in the fabric as Ava gathered her things, still humming. The tune was hauntingly familiar—a childhood rhyme about things getting smaller and smaller. Each note felt deliberate, a taunting message meant just for her.

Ava's heels clicked across the hardwood floor, the sound amplified from Maya's diminutive perspective. Her secretary paused at the doorway, casting one last knowing look around the room. Maya held her breath, her pussy clenching with unwanted desire as those searching eyes swept past her hiding spot.

Maya's heart nearly stopped as Ava turned around, her words cutting through the silence. "Maybe you didn't shrink yourself, Maya." A knowing smile played across her secretary's lips. "But no worries, I'll shrink you soon enough."

The door closed with a soft click, and Maya finally exhaled, her heart pounding in her chest. Ava's humming faded down the hallway, leaving Maya alone with the chilling realization that she was no longer the hunter. She had become the prey. And as much as she tried to deny it, a part of her—deep down—was exhilarated by this new, humiliating reality.

Maya released the breath she'd been holding, her tiny body sagging against the silk sheets. She'd bought herself some time, but now she faced an even bigger challenge - how to get back to her enhanced form and back to the office so Ava wouldn’t suspect she had shrunken herself.

Maya's tiny hands moved with practiced precision, tracing the intricate patterns required for the spell. Despite her diminutive size, her motions were deliberate and steady, each gesture imbued with the confidence of someone who had wielded this power countless times before. The familiar incantation spilled from her lips, each word spoken with meticulous care, ensuring the magic would take hold as intended.

Nothing happened.

"Shit, shit, shit," Maya yelled, fear and frustration palpable in her squeaky voice.

She tried again, her voice squeaking in the vast space of her bedroom. Still nothing. No surge of magic, no tingling sensation, just the uncomfortable awareness of her vulnerability and that desperate need for release that she tried to suppress.

"This can't be happening," Maya whispered, examining her small hands. The spell had never failed before. She'd performed it hundreds of times, the words and gestures as natural to her by now as breathing.

Panic crept into her chest. Without her enhanced form, she was trapped at this helpless size. Her carefully constructed world of power and control balanced on maintaining that imposing presence. What good was a CEO who was doll sized?

Maya closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe deeply. There had to be a logical explanation. Maybe the spell needed more energy at this size. She gathered her focus, channeling every ounce of will into the incantation.

This time, warmth flooded through her body. Relief washed over her as the familiar sensation of growth tingled along her skin. Her perspective shifted, the bed shrinking beneath her as her body stretched upward. Curves filled out, muscles lengthened, and power surged through her restored form.

Maya stood, now towering at her enhanced height of six foot four. She ran her hands over her body, savoring the feeling of strength and dominance that came with this form. Her heart still raced from the earlier failure, but she pushed the worry aside. She was back in control. That's all that mattered.

Maya pulled her favorite power suit from the closet—a charcoal gray ensemble that hugged her enhanced curves with precision. Her fingers trembled as she fastened each button of her silk blouse, the morning’s events looping relentlessly in her mind. With a sharp breath, she tugged the hem down, smoothing away wrinkles that weren’t there. Finally, she reached for her boots—the most vital piece of her armor. She laced them tightly, double knotting them and tying them tight as if Ava could appear at any moment and exploit her weakness.

"Get it together," she muttered to herself in the mirror. But her reflection betrayed her arousal - nipples visibly hard beneath her silk blouse, a flush creeping up her neck. The memory of being small, vulnerable, naked under the covers while Ava searched for her...

Maya pressed her thighs together, trying to ignore the wetness gathering there. She needed answers more than she needed release. Those witches on the forum would know why a simple fantasy had triggered an actual transformation. Why her carefully controlled spell had slipped during sleep.
She grabbed her phone, pulling up her email to send an email to the witches she paid for information. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she contemplated how to phrase her question. How to ask about losing control without revealing too much weakness. I’ll worry about that later, she thought. First, I have to deal with Ava. I have to fire her before she figures out a way to shrink me and claim me.

The drive to the office was torture. Every bump in the road sent a jolt through her, a stark reminder of how wet she was, how her body had betrayed her with its traitorous response to being small, helpless, and hunted by Ava. The humiliation burned hotter with each passing mile, but so did the thrill—a dangerous, unwanted spark that she couldn’t quite extinguish. She clenched the steering wheel tighter, forcing her mind to focus on the task ahead: firing Ava before it was too late. Before Ava could turn the tables completely and claim her.

"Focus," she commanded herself, gripping the steering wheel tighter. But her mind kept drifting back to those moments - lying naked and diminutive in the vast landscape of her bed, heart racing as Ava's giant hands searched for her.

Maya felt uncharacteristically nervous as she stepped into the office. This place, once a personal kingdom she had ruled ruthlessly through fear and dominance, now felt uncertain, even dangerous. The knowledge that Ava knew her secret loomed over her, and every step in her knee high boots now felt precarious.

Janet from accounting approached, holding out a document for her signature. "Ms. Reeves, if you could just—"

"Not now, Janet," Maya snapped, her voice sharp and dismissive. "I’m busy. Will you fuck off for once? If I need you, I’ll find you." She didn’t wait for a response, stalking off toward her desk, her knee high boots clicking furiously against the floor. Every step felt heavier, the weight of her vulnerability pressing down on her. She had to act fast. She had to fire Ava before she could turn her world upside down.

Maya sat behind her desk, hands clasped tightly to hide their trembling. The morning's vulnerability still haunted her, but she'd regained her composure. Mostly. Her enhanced form filled the expensive leather chair with her normal commanding presence, boots secured tightly around her feet. There was nothing Ava could currently do, and her confidence returned.

"Send in Ava," she spoke into the intercom, her voice steady despite the flutter in her stomach.

Ava entered Maya’s office, notepad in hand. Maya's throat tightened at the sight of her secretary. Images of those searching hands, of being small and exposed while Ava hunted for her, sent an unwanted pulse of heat through her core.

"Sit down," Maya commanded, gesturing to the chair across from her desk.

Ava settled into the seat, crossing her legs. Her expression remained neutral, professional, but something in her eyes made Maya's skin prickle.

"Your performance lately has been..." Maya's voice caught. The words 'you're fired' stuck in her throat as Ava's gaze met hers. "Unacceptable. These reports are sloppy. The filing system is a mess."

"I apologize, Ms. Reeves. Which reports specifically?"

Maya's fingers curled into fists beneath the desk. Why couldn't she just say it? Fire her and end this dangerous game.

"All of them!" Maya snapped, standing to tower over Ava. "One more mistake and you're gone, understood? Now get out."

Ava rose slowly, maintaining eye contact. "Yes, Ms. Reeves. Is there anything else?"

"No! Get out!" Maya snapped. “I can’t deal with your incompetence this morning. Don’t let me catch you slacking off.”

Maya sank back into her chair, waving Ava away with trembling fingers. Her heart hammered against her ribs as the door clicked shut. She'd failed. Instead of eliminating the threat, she'd let it stay around and grow stronger. Something about the way Ava had held her gaze made Maya's stomach flip with a mixture of foreboding and forbidden excitement. Her nipples hardened and her pussy was dripping at this realization, her body again betrayed her with its perverse response to danger. The leather of her chair creaked as she shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing warmth between her thighs.

Maya leaned back in her leather chair, rubbing her temples. The tension lingered in the air. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady herself, but her mind kept circling back to the dangerous game they were playing.
"I should have fired her," Maya whispered to herself, running a finger along the edge of her desk. But she knew she couldn't - wouldn't. The thrill of their power struggle had awakened something in her that she couldn't ignore. This was the challenge she had been looking for.

Her enhanced form felt both powerful and precarious now. One misstep, one moment of vulnerability, and Ava could turn the tables completely. The thought sent shivers down Maya's spine. She adjusted her position, hyper-aware of her boots' protective embrace around her vulnerable feet.
Maya contemplated her next move. She was used to being the predator, the one in control. But now, for the first time, she was also prey. The dual role thrilled her in ways she hadn't expected. Every interaction with Ava carried the weight of possibility. Would she assert her dominance over her petite secretary, or would Ava find a way to exploit her weakness?

The risk made every moment more intense, more alive. Maya's body responded to the danger, her skin flushing with heat. She crossed her legs, trying to contain the growing warmth between them. Her silk blouse felt tight across her chest as her breathing quickened.

"Two can play this game," Maya murmured, a smile forming on her lips. She would have to be more careful now, more strategic. But the hunt - both as predator and prey - promised to be exquisitely entertaining. And oh so erotic.

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Sorry for no updates on this. I'm actually creating a prologue right now of how Maya got the spell, so this won't have an ending for a few months. I'm also finishing up a chapter of one of my other stories. Not using AI is making these take much, much longer. Hopefully people are still reading and liking this.

However, peterbendo made some great renders of this story if you want to check them out here: https://www.deviantart.com/peterbendo/g ... ated-story

I think they do an amazing job of creating the characters, and I'm really happy with how they are turning out. Hopefully you all do too!

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I'm rewriting this story from the beginning because a lot of the early chapters are pretty rough and AI generated. Would anyone like to read the prologue and give me some feedback?

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Chapter 14 - Maya Submits

Ava cradled her two tiny conquests in her palms, their warm, sweaty bodies pressing against her enhanced chest. The Miami heat had left all three of them slick with perspiration and their skin was sticking slightly as she carried them. Maya and Katherine, once so powerful in their own right, were now just two helpless, naked women squirming in her grip. Ava smiled, savoring the contrast as she carried them into the suite’s master bedroom.

She dropped the two naked women onto the bed, causing them to tumble.

"You two look so adorable," Ava cooed. "And I can't believe you are both mine this whole weekend."

She sat on the edge of the bed, causing both tiny women to stumble as the mattress dipped beneath the heavy weight of her enhanced form. Ava glanced down at the tiny women laying on the king-sized bed. They looked up at her with a mixture of apprehension and arousal in their eyes. Reaching out, she ran a single fingertip down Maya's naked back, watching goosebumps rise on her miniature form.

Ava stretched out lazily on the bed, the Miami sun pouring through the wide windows and bathing her body in a golden glow. Her enhanced form glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Her long, sculpted legs flexed, her toned stomach rose and fell with each breath, and her full breasts heaved proudly. She ran her hands down her hips and thighs, feeling the smooth, powerful curves beneath her touch. Every movement was a quiet display of dominance, and the two shrunken women watching her knew it.

Maya’s lips parted slightly, her breath catching as she took in the sheer size and beauty of Ava’s transformed figure.

“She looks like a goddess,” Katherine whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of reverence and envy.

“She is…” Maya replied, eyes wide. Her pride momentarily forgotten, she gazed up at Ava with a look that appeared bordering on worship.

Ava smirked, basking in their adoration. She rolled slightly to the side and planted one knee on the bed, looming above the two shrunken women.

"I see you two approve of my new form. But you know," Ava mused, trailing a finger along Maya's miniature spine, "the difference between you and me is that I don't need this enhanced form to be a domme. That's just who I am."

With that declaration, Ava closed her eyes and began reciting the spell. The now familiar tingling sensation spread through her body as the magic took hold. She felt herself shrinking. She could feel those ephemeral hands gently massaging away her magically enhanced curves, but she didn't feel any less powerful or apprehension at losing her size. The light massages and touches felt pleasurable, and her body embraced the transformation, desperate to be touched and reformed.

When the transformation was complete, Ava sat naked on the bed, returned to her natural form. Her perky B-cup breasts and tight, firm butt were fully exposed as she stretched, savoring the lightness and freedom of her true body.

"See?" she said, looking down at Maya and Katherine. "Power isn't about size. It's about confidence and control. And I have plenty of both," Ava added, with a wink that promised both pleasure and punishment.

She knelt on the bed, still towering over the two shrunken women despite having abandoned her magically enhanced form. She reached down and gently stroked Maya's dark hair, marveling at how silky it felt between her fingers. The former CEO flinched at her touch.

"You know what I find fascinating?" Ava said. "How quickly the mighty can fall. Just hours ago, you were towering over me, making my life miserable. And now look at you."

Maya blushed with shame, her cheeks burning as Katherine let out a soft, delighted giggle at the reversal of roles.

"Now, Katherine," Ava chided with a grin. "Don’t forget that you ended up shrunken too. But for now, Maya and I have some unfinished business." She gave a slow, sultry wink. "I think you’ll enjoy the show."

With a graceful flick of her hand, Ava pointed to a spot at the edge of the bed. "Sit. Watch."

Yes, Mistress," Katherine replied, her voice soft and obedient. She walked to the far side of the bed and settled into a comfortable perch, eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her. Her expression held a curious mix of satisfaction and unease. After all, she had helped orchestrate this reversal, but now found herself caught in the same trap.

Ava's attention returned to Maya, whose angry glare towards Katherine only fueled her desire to assert dominance.

"Maya," Ava said, her tone leaving no room for argument, "get down on your knees, face down, ass up."

Maya hesitated, a flash of defiance crossing her features. She stood as tall and proud as she could, her body tense. She balled her fists and appeared ready to speak.

”Maya?” Ava said with a raised eyebrow, her voice dropping to a dangerous tone.

Maya’s body relaxed and her eyes dropped to the comforter and away from Ava’s gaze. With visible reluctance, the miniature CEO lowered herself to her knees on the bed's surface. She leaned forward, pressing her face against the soft comforter, her perfect tiny rear now prominently displayed.

Ava felt a surge of satisfaction as Maya assumed the position. Maya lay face-down on the bed, her two-foot-tall frame trembling, her reddened ass still tingling from Ava’s merciless spanking. Her bare legs were spread slightly. Her shaved, glistening pussy pulsed between her thighs—wet, needy, and aching desire.

Maya whimpered. She hadn’t even realized she was moaning until Ava’s finger traced a slow line down the back of her thigh and made her shiver.

“You’re ready now, aren’t you?” Ava’s voice was low and authoritative, but somehow gentle. “No more running from your desires. No more pretending.”

Maya didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her throat was tight with emotion, her infamous pride and arrogance had shattered like glass. She’d tried so hard to stay in control—even now, after being shrunken, stripped, and punished. But lying here like this—exposed, aroused, unable to hide—there was nothing left to protect.

This was what she’d wanted. What she’d feared. What she’d set in motion.

“I’ve remember you, Maya,” Ava said, her fingers parting the cheeks of Maya’s ass, exposing her most intimate spot. “Strutting through the office like a goddess. Ordering everyone around like they were beneath you. But this… this is the real you, isn’t it? Face down. Ass up. Wet and waiting to be claimed.”

Maya moaned. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I didn’t know it would end up like this.”

“Yes, you did,” Ava purred. “You wanted to be owned. You left your boots off. You dangled your feet out there for me. You let me discover your secret.”

Her finger slid between Maya’s pussy lips as her former tyrant of a boss arched her back involuntarily, letting out a desperate whine. The light, maddening strokes skirted her entrance, taunting her and never quite giving the satisfaction she craved. Her pussy lips pouted and gaped, inviting her digits to enter her dripping coochie. Maya’s hips lifted and were sought out her touch, as her body betrayed her and revealed her true desires.

“I didn’t mean to—” she gasped.

“You did,” Ava interrupted. “You practically begged for this. Every power move was a test to see who could see through your powerful facade. But you buried it so deep you thought no one would ever find it.”

Ava leaned over her now, her shadow covering Maya’s small, trembling form. “And now that I have… are you ready to be claimed?”

Maya’s breath hitched. Her fingers dug into the bed sheets. Her thighs trembled.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please. Please claim me.”

Ava’s fingers still lingered, slick with Maya’s arousal, gently teasing the lips of her dripping snatch.

Maya shivered violently, her body quaking beneath Ava’s dominance. She was trembling, face buried in the sheets, body flushed, hair clinging to her neck.

“You’re soaked,” Ava whispered. “All that power, all that cruelty… and underneath it all, you were just this. A desperate little thing waiting to be claimed by a true domme.”

Maya whimpered, burying her face deeper into the bed. She didn’t speak. The truth was too loud in her body, in the way her hips subtly rocked backward, craving Ava’s touch

Ava slid her finger in slowly, pressing into the tight, slick entrance.

Maya moaned again. Her back arched. Her legs kicked weakly, uselessly, like she was trying to outrun the shame and the need. But there was no escape. Only surrender. She had ached for this release, secretly craving it for months. Now, all she could do was submit and drown in the pleasure she’d been silently begging for.

Ava leaned close, her breath warm against Maya’s flushed ear. “You belong to me now.”

Maya’s whole body shook in pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets as Ava began to move her finger inside her with slow, delicious precision. Each thrust sent Maya spiraling deeper, her pride unraveling with every pulse of pleasure.

Ava heard another moan, but this wasn't from Maya. She looked over to the other side of the bed and saw Katherine pleasuring herself while watching the show.

"Katherine, you naughty girl," teased Ava. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you. You'll be getting just as much pleasure soon."

Returning her attention her attention to her other conquest, Ava continued to toy with her dripping pussy, bringing Maya closer and closer to orgasm. Maya cried out—a helpless, high-pitched sound that didn’t belong to a tall, powerful CEO. It belonged to a a petite young woman. A submissive. Someone claimed by their domme.

“This is what you were hiding under all that power,” Ava teased, curling her finger just the right way to drive Maya wild. “A tight, soaked little pussy begging to be pleasured by her domme.”

"Yes, mistress!"

Her climax hit her hard—wave after wave crashing through her. Her tiny body convulsed, her back arched, and her scream was muffled in the sheets, every last ounce of dominance melted away in the heat of release.

Maya collapsed, gasping for breathe.

Ava didn’t say anything for a moment. She simply looked down at the woman she had claimed—once towering, once terrifying—and now lying limp before her, panting and flushed, her perfect little ass still raised in submission.

Ava smiled. “You’re mine, Maya. Finally, after all these months.”

Maya lay quivering on the sheets, still face down, ass raised obediently in the air—her slick folds glistening. Her breaths came in soft, broken gasps, the room heavy with the scent of sex.

"Say it..."

And then, in a voice that trembled but carried more truth than any boardroom order she’d ever given, she whispered, "Yes, Mistress. I’m yours.“

She looked back over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, blue eyes glassy with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her hips gave a slow, erotic wiggle—an open invitation for more.

"You own me," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "And I've desperately wanted this for months..."

She bit her lip, as if even now she was afraid to say it aloud, to let the truth finally escape.

"I—I used to imagine this… every time you looked at me like you weren’t afraid. You’re the only one who didn’t fear me. Every time I left my boots off in front of you. I wanted you to notice." She moaned softly, barely able to speak. "I wanted you to take me. Shrink me. Claim me."

Her ass gave another playful shake, her body hungry for more pleasure. Ava leaned forward slowly, savoring the sight of her shrunken submissive.

“You should’ve told me,” Ava laughed, reaching out to cup that perfect, peach-like ass. “I would’ve made you mine a long time ago. But of course, this buildup made it way more sexy.”

She looked down at the two tiny women—both naked, both flushed, both humbled and still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure and punishment.

“Katherine,” she demanded. “Come here.”

The two-foot-tall CEO stepped forward slowly, her face still flushed from pleasuring herself watching Maya's humiliating—but undeniably erotic—finger fucking. Her eyes flicked to Maya’s exposed, glistening backside, then back up to Ava.

“I want you two to make up,” Ava said, crossing one long leg over the other. “It’s time to end this feud.”

Maya looked up, still panting, eyes narrowing. “After everything she did to me? After all the plotting—”

“Oh please,” Katherine snapped. “You think I wanted to end up like this? You’re the one who chased power like a dog chasing cars. At least I didn’t walk around pretending I was invincible.”

The tension between the two rivals crackled. Ava sighed and leaned forward. “Don’t make me spank you both.”

Both women froze. Maya gave a quiet whimper, her sore bottom still glowing pink. Katherine flinched at the threat.

Ava smirked. “Thought so. Now, it's time to move on to the next phase of the weekend. And I promise for both of you, it will be quite enjoyable.”

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I decided to write a prologue because I'm struggling to finish the story. Almost done there. I still might rewrite the whole thing if I get positive feedback.

Prologue

Before we can begin with Maya’s downfall, we must start with her meteoric rise. Today, she is a powerful business magnate and a towering figure in Manhattan’s cutthroat corporate world. But seven years ago, she was nothing more than a petite, overworked secretary, endlessly tormented by her tyrannical boss and CEO, Katherine Reynolds.

Maya had done everything right in her life, following the prescribed path to success with religious dedication. She had worked tirelessly through school, burning midnight oil to maintain her perfect GPA, and gone to a prestigious college where she graduated with honors. She treated everyone with respect and courtesy, from the janitors to the executives, building a reputation as both competent and kind. But Maya's reward for all this hard work and honesty was to end up working directly under Katherine Reynolds, widely regarded as the worst boss in Manhattan and a complete tyrant who took perverse pleasure in breaking down ambitious young women.

Katherine knew her reputation well. She cultivated it deliberately, using fear as her primary management tool and watching with satisfaction as Maya's initial enthusiasm slowly gave way to quiet desperation. She was a woman who commanded attention. At around thirty years old, she was strikingly beautiful, with piercing green eyes and auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders in perfect waves. Standing at six feet four inches tall, with an hourglass figure that seemed almost magically enhanced, she was a sight to behold. But for Maya, Katherine’s beauty was the cruelest of ironies. Beneath the flawless exterior was a woman who thrived on belittling others, especially those she deemed beneath her. And Maya, her secretary, was unfortunately her favorite target.

Maya often wondered if Katherine got some perverse pleasure out of humiliating her. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say Katherine got off on belittling her. It sounded crazy, she knew, but the way Katherine’s eyes gleamed when she reduced Maya to a stuttering mess made her suspect it was true. Constant belittlement, impossible workloads, and public humiliation were all a part of Katherine's playbook.

However, Katherine had a secret that she couldn’t let anyone else know. She wasn’t actually as tall and voluptuous as she appeared. In fact, she was just a petite young woman of about twenty and barely over five feet tall. She used a magic spell that enhanced her height and curves, but in return it gave her a critical weakness. When in her enhanced form, if she was tickled on her feet, she could be shrunk down to just 6 inches. And that shrinking process would be an orgasmic experience, leaving her shrunken, horny, and completely at the mercy of whoever shrunk her. And without her enhanced form, she was stuck as when she first cast it, a twenty year old petite beauty. It would be very difficult to explain why she was 10 years younger and a foot and a half shorter if her spell ever ran out at the wrong time.

But it was a risk Katherine was willing to take in order to gain the power the spell allowed her. And she had used it well, rising to the top of the corporate ladder and gaining wealth and power for herself, and she didn’t care who she had to mistreat or step over to get what she wanted. And that fateful Monday, the day Maya’s rise began, Katherine was even worse than usual.

The morning had been a nightmare. Katherine had been on a rampage, screaming at anyone who dared to make the smallest mistake. Her voice boomed through the office all morning, reducing even the most powerful executives to tears. Maya had spent the entire morning successfully dodging her wrath, but she knew it was only a matter of time before Katherine turned her attention to her.

“Maya! Get in here, now!” Katherine’s voice rang out from her opulent corner office.

Shit, this is the last thing I need, Maya thought to herself.

Maya’s heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath, smoothing her skirt and straightening her blouse before walking into the lion’s den.

“What the fuck is this?” Katherine snapped, holding up a legal document in disgust.

Maya’s stomach dropped. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what that is. Can you tell me more?”

Katherine’s lips curled into a sneer. “You don’t know? That’s your job, isn’t it? To know?” She crumpled the document and tossed it on the ground. “Fix it. Now. And if I have to ask you again, you can start looking for a new job.”

"Yes Ms. Reynolds," Maya replied submissively, before picking up the document and rushing out of her office with tears on her face.

Katherine leaned back in her plush leather chair, a smile on her lips as she watched Maya scurry away. There was something deliciously satisfying about the way the small woman had appeared to shrink even further under her gaze.

"Too easy," Katherine murmured to herself, running a manicured finger along the edge of her desk.

Despite the brief satisfaction of putting Maya in her place, Katherine was having a rough day. Being close to Maya was starting to have a strange effect on her. It was like there was this energy around her secretary that felt similar to the feeling you get when touching one of those old computer monitors. It was like she was being electrically charged. It made her feel this slight unease at first, but now, she couldn't deny now that it was extremely pleasurable. Not only that, but as the day went on, this charge seemed to get stronger.

It was easy to ignore at first. Honestly, when she hired Maya she hadn't even noticed. But as she spent more time with her, Katherine started to feel this almost ethereal touch after spending just a few minutes with her. This wasn't how the spell normally acted, where it would use its ephemeral hands to mold her body as the spell ran out or when she cast it to gain her enhanced form. This was almost more of a prelude to that. As if the spell for her height and figure was about to expire, but then didn't at the very last second. It was like she could almost feel its touch and desperately wanted to feel it, yet she couldn't. As more time passed, this feeling slowly grew in intensity. Now it practically made her buzz with anticipation at the end of long days, and she couldn't wait to rush home to pleasure herself thinking about Maya.

Katherine would have loved to just go home already, but there were still papers to sign and emails to write. She couldn't wait until they were all finished. At this point her body was practically buzzing with energy, and it made her less able to focus on what needed to be done.

Katherine couldn’t remember the last time she felt this aroused. Maya’s presence was really getting to her today. The warm throbbing in her pussy was even starting to make her feel like she could lose control at any moment. Discretely shifting in her chair wasn’t enough anymore to temper her need. She was so wet at this point that she was pretty sure she needed a change of underwear. If this continued for much longer, she really would embarrass herself right in front of Maya.

She could now feel the spell's invisible fingers gently stroking the soles of her feet, slowly wearing down her control. The tingly buzz she had been feeling was now impossible to ignore. It was as if the spell couldn’t wait to shrink her down to her true form. Katherine knew it would be quite a while before she had to recast The Spell of Domination again to keep her enhanced form, so why was it doing this to her?

She would be in trouble if Maya saw her in her natural form, without the enhanced heights and curves that had been so important to her success and power. What if Maya did see her in her true form? Would she put together her ticklish weakness?

Katherine couldn’t help but let her mind wonder about how it would feel to be small and naked in Maya’s hands. If Maya managed to tickle her feet and expose her weakness, she wouldn’t be able to fight back, much like her own boss when she had discovered the spell and its weakness. She imagined herself giggling helplessly as her height and strength dwindled away. Maya would be free to explore every nook and cranny of her tiny body. She could almost feel Maya’s giant, inquisitive digit gently stroke her butt. Like she was some delicate doll that needed appraising. Katherine craved that touch more now then she ever realized. Even a gentle touch like this would be enough to make her moan with need.

A knock on the door Katherine shook awake from her small daydream. Katherine straightened herself out and shouted for Maya to enter.

Maya giving her a puzzled look. Did that moan actually escape her lips? Did Maya hear her?

“I fixed the document. Um, Katherine, are you feeling okay?” Maya asked her.

“Ye-Yes, of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” She replied with a stern tone she prayed was convincing.

“I don’t know, you look like you have a fever or something,” Maya replied with genuine concern.

“I’m just a bit stiff from sitting behind this desk. all day fixing everyone's mistakes, including yours. Nothing for you to worry about!” Katherine sneered, a little harsher then she intended. Maya was worried about her after all.

She got up from her desk and walked as confident as her shaky legs would carry her across the room.

“I’m going to make some coffee. You better not be slacking off the rest of the day,” Katherine said as she hurried Maya out of the room and closed the office door behind her.

As soon as the door closed a wave of relief washed over her. Maya probably hadn’t noticed, she thought to herself. Maybe splashing some cold water in her face would help quench the heat she was feeling. She stumbled in the empty office as her arousal spiked to heights she hadn’t thought possible. It took every ounce of self control not to start touching herself right then and there. She leaned against one of the tables for support as she rubbed her thighs together in desperation for a little relief. She was feeling so hot and horny she couldn’t think straight. Something was welling up inside her, like the feeling in your gut on the way down on a roller coaster.

Completely caught up in the moment she immediately inserted two fingers insider herself. At this point, couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. But she didn’t want to stop. She was finally able to satisfy this incisive need that had been welling up inside of her all day. There was the risk of Maya checking up on her, but thinking about that only seemed to fan the flames. Meanwhile, Katherine hardly notices as the spell’s ephemeral hands began molding her impressive feminine curves back to what they were when she first cast the spell all those years ago.

She could feel her baggy shirt loosely around her now petite body. Her bra was so big on her that the cups swung uselessly under her now smaller breasts. Even while on her knees her skirt had become so big that it had slipped down, exposing her tiny butt. Her long, strong, Amazonian legs where soon shaped back into the her own skinny ones. As always, the ethereal hands moved to her feet last. Gently tickling her soles as if to remind her of their vulnerability.

Her usual height, normally five-foot-two after the spell’s expiration, came and went in an instant. And still, she shrank further. Her breath hitched.
Her blouse slipped fully off her shoulders, exposing shoulders that were much smaller and delicate than a few minutes ago. The spell wasn’t just reverting her to her normal size. It was consuming her, shrinking her even smaller.

"No… this isn’t… this isn’t right," Katherine whispered. "How small am I going to get?"

But the shrinking was too pleasurable for her to care. Her body pulsed with pleasure as the spell's invisible hands massaged away her height, power, and composure. Every inch lost was like another orgasm building inside her, and she was overcome by waves of pleasure that rolled through her trembling core.

She wasn’t just shrinking. She was being completely undone, melting away and dissolving into nothing but a tiny being of pure pleasure. Her skin tingled, her thighs quivered, and her pussy throbbed with every gentle stroke of the spell's unseen hands.

Katherine noticed something was different this time as she felt the spell’s hands seize her feet. Their touch was far more intense than before. It was too much, and she couldn’t hold back her laughter as the invisible fingers stroked her sensitive soles without relenting. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each giggle helpless and uncontrollable. Each stroke seemed to flood her with pure, overwhelming bliss.

What was the spell up to? It never acted like this. Unable to hold herself up on her knees, she slumped on her side. Katherine had completely lost control of her body as her legs kicked wildly at the ticklish assault.

There was no Katherine Reynolds here anymore. She was no longer a towering CEO with commanding presence. Only a shrinking, helpless woman, undone by the very magic she had once used to dominate others. And she loved it. God, she loved it. Every second made her feel smaller… and more alive.

All the while, she couldn’t help but think of Maya being the one tickling her right now. She saw the underside of the table in her office rise away from her as she got even tinier. The whole office seemed to grow. Her world was rapidly expanding as she lost herself in the sensation. It was as if her tiny body was swallowed whole by her clothes as they got bigger around her. Soon she was surrounded by a world of thick feeling fabric that was once her shirt.
The shrinking only seemed to amplify the pleasure she was feeling. She couldn’t feel the hands tickling her anymore. She wasn’t even sure if they stopped or that the all encompassing pleasure she was feeling left little room for anything else. She let out a scream that would have shattered glass if she would have been full sized. She saw colors swirling in her eyes as the dam finally burst. Her mind was swept away in a tide of pure bliss.
She was still breathing heavily as she finally came down from her peak. Katherine blinked in confusion as darkness enveloped her. The fabric of her once form fitting clothes now formed a cavernous space around her diminutive form. She was trapped inside what had become an enormous tent of clothing, disoriented and struggling to process what had just happened.

"This can't be happening," she whispered, her voice barely audible, even to herself. "Why am I in my natural form? And why am I six inches? Did I get so horny from being around Maya that I somehow shrank myself? Or did the spell do this on its own?

The spell had never triggered spontaneously before. She'd always maintained perfect control over it, casting and releasing it at will. Yet somehow, that intense wave of arousal had completely unraveled her magic and reduced her not only to her natural form but down to 6 inches tall.

Katherine wiggled her tiny body, feeling the silky material of her underwear that was now comically large compared to her dwindled size. With considerable effort, she managed to climb out from under her clothes, tumbling onto the office floor in a naked heap. Everything loomed impossibly large.

"Why am I so small," she muttered in disbelief, looking down at her miniaturized body. "How did I lose control like that?"

Katherine stood naked and vulnerable, her heart racing as she contemplated her predicament. She needed to find somewhere to hide until she could figure out how to reverse this unexpected shrinking. The spell had never activated without her casting it before. Something about Maya's presence earlier must have triggered this reaction.

Despite her panic, Katherine couldn't ignore the lingering warmth coursing through her body. The experience had been unlike anything she'd felt before. She had never experienced an orgasm more intense or more overwhelming. Even now, standing exposed and tiny, she felt an unexpected thrill alongside her fear.

She approached the heap of fabric that had once hugged her curves so perfectly. She observed her black lace bra, a La Perla she'd paid nearly three hundred dollars for. Katherine reached out with both hands to touch the silky material of one cup. The padding that had once accentuated her enhanced breasts now formed a perfect bowl-shaped seat.

Curiosity overcoming her, Katherine climbed into the cup. The soft fabric cradled her tiny naked body completely. She could literally sit inside it with room to spare, the underwire forming a sturdy base beneath her.

"I've never been this small before," she thought, running her hand along the stitching.

Her matching panties lay nearby. Katherine climbed out of the bra cup and walked over to examine them. What had been a skimpy thong on her full-sized body now looked like it could serve as a hammock. The elastic waistband stood nearly as tall as she was. Katherine shivered, not just from being naked but from the surreal nature of her situation.

"I need to grow back," Katherine realized, suddenly aware of just how exposed she was.

However, before she did that, she hesitated. The intensity of what she'd just experienced lingered in every cell of her tiny body. The spontaneous shrinking had brought her pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known.

"I need to feel that again," she whispered to herself.

This realization struck her with startling clarity. All these years, she'd feared being discovered, feared losing control of the spell. But now that it had happened, she couldn't deny the exhilaration that had coursed through her. The vulnerability and the complete surrender of power was intoxicating.
Katherine looked down at her tiny hands, remembering how Maya had looked at her earlier with concern. Those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. What would those eyes look like looming above her?

"Maya needs to shrink me," Katherine decided, a shiver of anticipation running through her miniature frame. "She needs to know my secret."

The thought of her assistant discovering her like this, of those long fingers reaching down to lift her up, sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body. She imagined Maya's confusion turning to understanding, then to dominance as she realized the power she held over her formerly imposing boss.
Katherine sat back in the bra cup, her mind racing with possibilities. She would have to grow back to normal size right now. But soon, very soon, she would orchestrate a situation where Maya would discover and exploit her secret. She would allow herself to be tickled down deliberately, to experience that mind-shattering pleasure again while looking up at Maya's towering form.

"I've been fighting this for too long," Katherine admitted to herself. "It's time to give in. The spell has shown me what I secretly have desired." She smiled at herself in her now giant mirror. "This is exactly what my old boss told me would happen when I tickled the spell out of her all those years ago."
Then another realization struck her. Her private office camera system had captured everything. For years, Katherine had maintained cameras throughout the office, including a hidden one in her office that no one knew about. She'd installed them ostensibly for security, but they had another purpose; to protect herself from anyone discovering her secret. Now, ironically, they held the evidence of her most vulnerable moment and she couldn't wait to share it.

Rather than panic, a delicious idea formed in her miniature mind. What if she used this to her advantage? What if she let Maya see exactly what had happened to her? For weeks, she had suppressing her desire to let Maya shrink her and take control. The spell had just done what it did to help push her along and to give into her desire.

"It's perfect," Katherine murmured, excitement building within her tiny frame.

She needed to grow back to normal size first, unfortunately. Katherine closed her eyes and concentrated, focusing her energy on casting the spell and returning to her enhanced form. The familiar tingling sensation spread through her body as she gradually expanded, her shrunken form growing until she once again stood at her enhanced height.

After dressing in her clothes that once again fit her, Katherine got ready to send Maya the video. She quickly accessed the security footage on her computer, downloading the video of her transformation.

The footage showed everything -- her desperate arousal, the shrinking process, her tiny form emerging from her clothes. It was undeniable evidence of the spell's effects.

Katherine's fingers flew across the keyboard as she created an anonymous email account. She attached the video file and added a link to an obscure witchcraft forum she had discovered that detailed the Spell of Domination and the ticklish weakness that you got from casting it.

"Perfect," she whispered, typing the message with trembling fingers:

"To Maya Reeves: Want to know your bitchy boss's secret? Katherine Reynolds isn't what she seems. The spell she uses can be turned against her. You can flip the tables with this secret. Watch the footage. Check the forum link. Her feet are the key to bringing her down to size. Literally. - A disgruntled former employee who knows too much"

Katherine hit send before she could second-guess herself. The email would reach Maya's inbox any moment now. She leaned back in her chair, heart racing with anticipation and arousal.

"Now we'll see what you do with complete power over me, Maya," Katherine thought to herself, imagining those strong hands tickling her feet and shrinking her down.

As she waited, Katherine’s mind wandered to the possibilities. What would Maya do when she finally figured it out? Would she be bold enough to use the spell's weakness against her? Katherine’s pulse quickened at the thought. The idea of being at Maya’s mercy, of being small, helpless, and completely under her control, was a fantasy she could no longer ignore. And if Maya needed a little push to make it happen, well, Katherine was more than willing to provide one. She was sure the abuse this morning, and outlier even for her, would push Maya into action.

Meanwhile, Maya sat her desk as the day wound down. Other than Katherine, she was the only one left in the upscale Manhattan office. It wasn’t unusual for Katherine to keep her late, but this was out of the ordinary even for her.

Maya’s phone buzzed on her desk, pulling her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, her brow furrowing as she read the subject line: “Have you ever wondered what your evil boss gets up to in her spare time? You have to see it to believe it.”

She hesitated, her finger hovering over the link. It could be a trap, a virus, or most likely, another one of Katherine’s cruel jokes. But curiosity got the better of her, and she clicked the link.

The screen flickered to life, showing a live feed of Katherine’s office. Maya’s breath caught in her throat. There she was, Katherine Reynolds, the woman who had made her life a living hell, sitting at her desk with her legs propped up, her boots discarded on the floor. Katherine’s face was flushed, her lips parted as she let out a soft moan. Maya’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening.

“Oh my…” Katherine whispered, her voice trembling.

Maya’s heart raced as she watched, unable to look away. Katherine’s hands moved lower, her fingers teasing the edge of her skirt. She gasped, her body arching as she moaned in pleasure. And then, something impossible happened.

Katherine’s body began to shrink.

It was subtle at first. There was a slight shift in perspective, as if the camera had zoomed out. But then Maya noticed the details that she couldn't deny. Katherine’s towering frame was slowly diminishing, her legs that once stretched far across her desk, began to recede. It seemed as the closer Katherine got to orgasm, the smaller she got. Her clothes became over sized, her skirt and pantyhose slowly slipping off her dwindling frame and puddling on the floor. Katherine’s moans grew softer and higher in pitch as she dwindled further and further as she slowly disappeared into her designer clothes. Finally, she was gone. The screen showed only her empty clothes, crumpled on her chair and on the floor.

Maya was almost jealous as she heard small squeaks of pleasure from the empty clothes. Where did that thought come from, she thought to herself before focusing back on what had just happened.

Maya’s mind raced. This had to be a trick, some kind of elaborate prank. But it looked so real. Maya stared at the screen, her mind racing. She clicked away from the video feed, navigating to the source of the email. It led her to an obscure forum called "The Witch's Circle." The page loaded slowly, revealing threads with titles like "Spells of Transformation" and "Size Alteration Rituals."

One thread caught her eye: "The Spell of Domination and Its Weaknesses." She clicked it, scrolling through posts until she found what she was looking for.

"The Spell of Domination grants enhanced height and presence, but comes with a critical vulnerability," she read. "The spell unravels when the subject's feet are tickled, triggering an involuntary shrinking process. This reversal is accompanied by intense pleasure, leaving the subject helpless as they diminish in size."

Maya's fingers trembled on her mouse. Could this be real? She glanced toward Katherine's office door, still closed.

The forum contained testimonials from supposed victims and practitioners alike. All confirmed the same thing: tickling the feet of someone under the Domination Spell would reduce them to six inches in height, with each moment of shrinking accompanied by waves of pleasure so intense they couldn't resist.

"The ultimate vulnerability," one user wrote. "The spell gives power but demands submission in return."

Maya closed the browser, her heart pounding. If this was true, Katherine, her intimidating and cruel boss, had a secret weakness that turned her from predator to prey.

This is crazy, she thought, her finger hovering over the link. But after what she had just witnessed, crazy didn’t seem so far-fetched anymore.
“Maya. Are you slacking off again?”

She froze. Slowly, she turned to see Katherine standing in the doorway, fully sized and impeccably dressed, as if nothing had happened. Her green eyes bore into Maya’s, sharp and unyielding.

“I’m leaving,” Katherine said. “But you won’t be. Not until you fix your mistakes.” She stepped closer, her towering frame casting a shadow over Maya. “I expect perfection, Maya. Not this… mediocrity.”

Maya’s heart raced, but for the first time, she didn’t feel fear. She felt confident for the first time in months. The memory of what she had seen on gave her a strange sense of power over Katherine. She straightened her posture and met Katherine’s gaze.

Maya watched Katherine's reflection in her computer screen, her mind racing with possibilities. The imposing woman stood behind her, arms crossed, auburn hair perfectly styled despite the late hour. For months, Maya had cowered under that imperious gaze, but tonight felt different. Tonight, she had seen something she wasn't supposed to see.

"I expect those reports finished before you leave," Katherine said, tapping her foot impatiently. The sound of her boot heel clicking against the floor suddenly seemed significant.

Maya turned in her chair, studying Katherine's footwear with new interest. The woman always wore knee-high leather boots with complicated lacing systems, even in summer. Maya had assumed it was just another power move to appear even taller and more intimidating.

"You know, Katherine," Maya said, surprised by her own boldness, "why do you always wear those knee-high boots?" She gestured toward the designer leather footwear. "Are you scared someone might tickle your feet or something?"

Katherine's face froze. For a split second, so brief Maya might have missed it if she hadn't been looking for it, pure terror flashed in those green eyes.

"You're always so protective of them," Maya continued, her confidence growing with each word. "Is there a secret weakness with your feet?" She forced a light laugh. "I'm just teasing you. Someone like you has no weaknesses, right?"

The color drained from Katherine's face before she recovered, her expression hardening with fury in her eyes. She bent down, getting right into Maya's face. Her fingers gripped the edge of Maya's desk.

"That's hardly an appropriate joke to say to your boss, Ms. Reeves," Katherine snapped, her voice low and controlled. She leaned even closer, her perfume enveloping Maya with a floral scent. The swell of Katherine's ample cleavage hovered just inches from Maya’s face, impossible to ignore. "Just for that, you're going to stay extra late. I want all those reports completely redone by morning."

Maya nodded, keeping her expression neutral despite the excitement bubbling inside her. "Of course, Ms. Reynolds."

Katherine turned sharply and stomped off, her boots clicking with each step. But Maya noticed something different this time. There was now a slight hesitation and a bit of wariness in her movements.

Her reaction told her everything she needed. The spell was real. And Katherine Reynolds, the woman who had terrorized her for years, was vulnerable in ways Maya had never imagined were even possible.

After finishing her work, Maya rushed home and pulled up the link from the mysterious email. Her heart pounded as a hidden witchcraft forum flickered to life on her screen. Dozens of threads confirmed what she’d seen with her own eyes: the Spell of Domination was real, and its users were all vulnerable to the same humiliating downfall.

Magic. Feet. Tickling. Shrinking. It sounded completely insane, but the posts were detailed and consistent. The all agreed on one thing: “The more they resist, the more they enjoy it. It will be the most pleasurable experience of their life.”

Maya’s breath caught. This was her opportunity. She could actually bring the tyrant Katherine down and teach her a lesson.

She closed the laptop, her fingers trembling from what she had just discovered - and its erotic consequences. Katherine had no idea what was coming. She was the prey now, not the hunter. The fact that she didn’t even realize it yet made Maya’s pulse quicken and she felt herself becoming desperately aroused.

Then she realized that she may have shown her hand with that teasing earlier. Did Katherine suspect that her secret had been found out? Maya was kicking herself for that comment about her boots earlier tonight. Hopefully Katherine didn't suspect that she was onto her.

"I have to strike soon before she gets suspicious," she thought to herself.

But as it turned out, Maya didn’t even have time to make a plan before an easy opportunity presented itself. That very Friday, Katherine served her feet up on a silver platter.

It was late in the evening, and the office was empty except for the two of them. Katherine had kept Maya late again, as she often did, but this time was different. Instead of her usual knee-high boots, Katherine was in heels, her feet propped up on the edge of her desk as she scrolled through her phone. The sight sent a jolt of pleasure through Maya. Other than Maya and Katherine, everyone else had left for the evening.

This was it. This was her chance. Her feet were completely vulnerable.

Katherine sat at her desk, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression. Maya was across the room on her hands and knees, sorting through stacks of paperwork and conducting research for a project Katherine had dumped on her at the last minute.

Katherine sighed dramatically, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Hurry up, Maya,” Katherine said, clearly annoyed she had to stay so late on a Friday. “What’s taking you so long? Honestly, I could have done this myself by now.”

Maya clenched her jaw, trying to keep her frustration in check. “You know, you could help,” she said. “It’s your project, after all.”

Katherine rolled her eyes but, to Maya’s surprise, stood up from her desk, leaving her heels behind. “Fine,” she said sarcastically. “But only because I want to get out of here. And because you’re so useless. I can’t believe that I, the CEO of this company, have to do this.”

Maya bit back a retort as Katherine got down on her hands and knees, joining her on the floor to sort through the papers. Katherine's bare feet were exposed and vulnerable, just inches away from her. Maya's heart skipped a beat. This was it. The opportunity she had been waiting for. Her gaze lingered on Katherine's delicate arches and perfectly manicured toenails. A rush of pleasure surged through her as she fantasized about how quickly those imperious orders would turn to helpless pleas if she just reached out and ran a finger along those unsuspecting soles.

Patience, she reminded herself, keeping her expression neutral despite the thrill of anticipation racing through her veins.

Katherine muttered under her breath as she shuffled through the documents, her irritation obvious. “Honestly, Maya, if you were even halfway competent, I wouldn’t have to—”

Maya interrupted her, standing abruptly. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm. “I’ll be right back.”

Katherine waved her off without looking up. “Whatever. Just hurry up.”

Maya walked out of the office, her heart pounding. She took a moment to collect herself in the hallway, her mind replaying the image of Katherine’s bare feet, so close and so vulnerable. She couldn’t believe her luck. This was her chance.

When she returned, she moved quietly, her footsteps barely audible on the carpeted floor. Katherine was still on her hands and knees, her back turned as she sorted through the papers. Her feet were exposed, completely unaware of Maya’s presence.

Maya’s breath quickened as she approached, her fingers twitching with anticipation. She crouched down behind Katherine, her hands hovering just above her boss’s feet. For a second, she hesitated. But she felt something encouraging her. It was almost as if a magical being was there, encouraging her to act. Normally, she would never do something so bold, despite how much she hated her boss. But it felt right, like Katherine was a gift that was being given to her.

Maya struck.

Her fingers danced across Katherine’s soles, light and teasing at first. Katherine froze, her body tensing as she realized what was happening.

“Maya!” Katherine snapped, her voice full of panic. “Wh- what are you doing? Stop this right now! You have no idea what you’ve just done!”

But Maya didn’t stop. Her fingers moved faster, tickling Katherine’s feet with a triumphant grin on her face. “Oh, Katherine,” Maya teased, showing none of the deference she had previously been forced to show. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Katherine tried to pull away, but the tickling sensation was overwhelming. Her body began to tremble, a mix of pleasure and panic coursing through her.

“Maya, you - you don’t understand! Stop! This isn’t - ah!”

Her protests were cut off by a moan, her body betraying her as the spell took hold. Katherine’s designer clothes began to loosen, her blouse slipping off her shoulders and her skirt now falling below her knees. She was shrinking, her formerly towering frame dwindling inch by inch as Maya continued her ticklish assault.

“No, no, no!” Katherine gasped, her voice growing higher and more frantic as her body grew smaller. "Please stop this now!"

Maya didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. The sight of Katherine, her tyrant of a boss, shrinking before her eyes was intoxicating. Her once imposing figure had already lost a foot, bringing her down to the height of an average woman. Her clothes were swallowing her as she continued to shrink, and she looked like a girl playing dress up in her mother's clothes.

“Maya, stop!” Katherine begged, her voice now much higher pitched. “You don’t know what you’re doing! You’ll regret this!”

Maya leaned down, her face inches from Katherine’s. “Oh, I don’t think I will,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “And I know exactly what I'm doing and how it affects you. You're probably having the best orgasms of your life right now, my naughty little executive. I have heard all those moans you're making. You're loving this."

Maya watched as Katherine’s eyes widened as she realized the truth. Maya knew everything. And now, there was no escape for this little tyrant that had treated her so poorly.

"Maya… s-stop… n-no…!" But her pleas dissolved into high-pitched giggles, her voice cracking with arousal as her dwindling body shuddered beneath the relentless, pleasurable assault.

As Katherine dwindled further, her stockings began to sag, the fabric pooling around her feet and ankles. This was a minor annoyance and made tickling her feet more difficult. Deciding to remedy this, Maya brushed her fingers against Katherine’s calves, her touch slow and teasing as she moved upward along her legs. When she reached the tops of Katherine’s thighs, she began to slowly roll the oversized stockings down, the material sliding smoothly over Katherine’s pale, flushed skin. Maya’s fingers traced the curves of Katherine’s legs as she removed the stockings, treating the act like unwrapping a fragile Christmas gift.

“You know,” Maya teased, “these did a wonderful job of showing off your legs when you were tall.” She let the sheer garment slip from her fingers and puddle on the floor. “Now they’re just getting in my way. “Maybe I’ll put you inside one,” she mused, “once I've finished shrinking you all the way down to six inches.”

Katherine’s breath caught at the suggestion.

Maya’s eyes gleamed. “Imagine being wrapped up inside your own pantyhose. Trapped, wriggling, and oh so helpless.” She leaned closer, whispering now. “I bet I could carry you around in them… like a naughty little keepsake.”

Her tickles continued, tracing patterns on Katherine’s soles that sent shivers up her spine. The bottom of her skirt, now far too large for her shrinking frame, was down to her calves. Maya couldn’t help but smirk as she reached out, slowly pulling the oversized garment toward her and tossing it aside. Her panties, a lacy blue thong, had been pulled down along with it, and Katherine’s bare thighs were now exposed, her body flushed and quivered as she continued to shrink. Katherine was now wearing only her blouse, which hung loosely around her like a dress, and a comically oversized bra.

With her left hand, Maya held up the light blue thong, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she examined it.

“Ooh, cute panties,” Maya giggled. “A lacy blue thong? Very naughty, boss. I didn’t take you for the type.” She dangled the thong in front of Katherine’s shrinking form, her smile widening. “And here I thought you were all business. Turns out you’re a little more… adventurous than you let on. You're just full of surprises."

Then Maya paused. Her nose twitched. The faint, heady scent rising from the panties was impossible to miss. Arousal. Unmistakably feminine. They were soaking wet

She brought the thong a little closer to her face, an amused look on her face as she inhaled softly, savoring the scent like a fine wine. Her smile grew even wider.

“Well, well… someone’s enjoying this more than they’d like to admit,” she teased, “You were moaning awfully loud for someone trying to resist.”

Her gaze dropped back to Katherine, now only a few feet tall, trembling in her loose blouse made for someone twice her size.

“Don’t worry,” Maya continued. “I’m not judging. I like that you’re just a little slut under all that power. It makes this so much more fun.”

Maya’s grin widened as she slipped the thong into her pocket, a little trophy to commemorate this victory.

Katherine's shrinking accelerated, and her feet were once more disappearing into the fabric of her oversized clothes, this time her designer blouse, as her legs grew shorter and more delicate. Maya’s hands moved to the top of her blouse and pulled it away quickly and with much more force than necessary. Her top and bra were easily separated from her shrunken body, leaving her boss stark naked, and revealing a smooth, shaved pussy that was dripping with arousal.

Katherine tried to cover herself, her face flushed with embarrassment from having her expensive outfit yanked off of her so effortlessly. But her protests were cut off as Maya’s fingers found her feet again, tickling them relentlessly. Katherine’s body shuddered, her back arching as the pleasure once again coursed through her.

Maya’s breath caught as she took in the sight of Katherine, the biggest bully she had ever known, now stark naked and barely two feet tall, her body trembling with pleasure. Katherine’s skin was flushed, her nipples hard and her pussy glistening with arousal. She again tried to cover herself, but Ava tickled her arm pits to put a stop to that.

"I don't think so. And why so shy Katherine? We both know you are loving this. Just give in and enjoy it."

Maya's eyes locked with Katherine’s as she continued to tickle her feet.

“Look at you,” Maya said, her voice breathy and erotic. “So small, so helpless. And yet, so beautiful. I've wanted to see this body of yours from the first time I met you. And who would have believe that it is magically enhanced?”

Katherine’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but her body betrayed her, her hips bucking involuntarily as Maya’s fingers teased her. “Maya, please,” she whimpered, her voice a high-pitched squeak. “You don’t understand. This isn’t right - oh!”

Her words dissolved into another moan as Maya’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot on her feet. Katherine’s body convulsed again, her tiny form trembling as the pleasure consumed her.

Maya leaned in closer, her breath hot against Katherine’s ear. “Oh, I understand perfectly,” she whispered. “And I know you’re loving every second of this.”

Strange. I expected her to fight back a bit harder, Maya thought to herself, her brow furrowing slightly. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she wanted this. The thought was absurd, of course. Katherine had always been ruthless, domineering, and obsessed with control. The idea that she might secretly crave submission, especially from Maya, her lowly secretary, was laughable.

And yet… the way Katherine had moaned, the way her body had arched into the tickling, the way she hadn’t truly fought back… it all felt too a bit off. Her resistance even seemed a bit performative, like she was trying too hard to show how much she hated this.

Maya shook her head, dismissing those thoughts. No, there’s no way she could have actually wanted this. Knowing her, this is the last thing she’d ever want. She made it easy, but that’s just because she underestimated me. That’s all.

With a triumphant grin, Maya reached out again, her fingers finding Katherine’s feet once more. Katherine’s breath hitched, her body tensing as the pleasure of the spell surged through her again. Katherine’s moans grew higher and more frantic, her tiny form trembling as she dwindled further. At this point, she had given up on fighting back and was just enjoying the pleasure.

Once Katherine had reached about a foot in height, Maya couldn’t resist picking her up, cradling Katherine’s tiny form in one hand while her other hand continued to tickle her feet. Katherine's feet were so small now that tickling them had become a bit difficult. Katherine writhed in pleasure. Her protests were gone now, and all that was left now were breathless giggles and moans as the ticklish pleasure of the spell overwhelmed her.

“Maya, please!” Katherine squeaked, her voice barely audible now.

Katherine's words were cut off by another orgasm, her tiny body convulsing as she shrank further. By the time Maya stopped, Katherine was a mere six inches tall, her naked form curled up in the palm of Maya’s hand. She was exhausted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was still flushed, her pussy dripping with arousal, and her eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and submission.

“I'll give you some time to rest, little one” Maya whispered. “After that we're heading to my place. I have big plans for you this weekend.”

Katherine said nothing, but a soft moan let Maya know that she knew exactly where this was headed.

"Look at you now," Maya teased, bringing Katherine closer to her face. "Not so big and scary anymore, are you? The great Katherine Reynolds, reduced to a tiny little doll." She ran her index finger gently down Katherine's diminutive spine, causing the shrunken woman to shiver. "Time to find out what it's like to be small and at someone else's mercy for once."

Katherine shifted in Maya's palm, her tiny features contorting into what appeared to be... a smile? Maya blinked, certain she was mistaken. For a fleeting moment, Katherine's expression seemed almost pleased, giving her a satisfied look that said this humiliation was something she had secretly craved.
Maya stared at the doll-sized Katherine, now curled in her palm, flushed and dazed, her tiny body quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasms. Her delicate form was completely naked, skin flushed from the heat, her tiny thighs trembling as she lay in Maya’s grasp.

Maya’s breath hitched as heat pulsed between her own legs. She had done this. She had reduced Katherine to this helpless, beautiful state.
Maya held Katherine delicately, turning her over in her hand to examine the full extent of Katherine’s enhanced beauty. Every curve of her once-imposing body now existed in miniature perfection.

“Unbelievable,” Maya marveled aloud to herself, an appreciating gaze traveling across Katherine’s shapely form. Maya let her fingertips trace the outline of Katherine’s breasts, which had seemed to defy gravity even at their reduced size.

Katherine's eyes burned with indignation. "Get your hands off me, you pervert!” she squeaked, her tiny voice crackling with outrage at being handled so intimately.

Ignoring her shrill protests, Maya's grin widened. Her fingers moved lower, cupping Katherine’s perfect rear, marveling at how soft her skin felt. Katherine squirmed and tried to escapade to no avail.

“Why, Katherine,” Maya mused with a teasing lilt, “you’ve been hiding quite the masterpiece under that icy exterior and designer clothes.”And yet, something inside her stirred. A thought. A fantasy. What would it feel like to be the one gasping, vulnerable, small, and moaning beneath hands far too big to resist?

Where did that come from? Maya thought, her chest tightening. I want to be big, strong, and enhanced, with the power of the spell, not some shrunken toy. Her thoughts were interrupted by the shrunken beauty in her palm.

“This isn’t acceptable, Maya!” Katherine yelled, glaring at her captor. Katherine was struggling in earnest now. Her small, naked figure wriggled in Maya’s firm grasp, but every effort was futile.

Her frustration only seemed to encourage Maya further. She crouched down, bringing Katherine closer to eye level, and couldn't help but smirk as she admired Katherine's shaved little coochie. She reached out and touched it gently with her pinky, sliding it up and down her pouting lips. Another delicate sigh escaped Katherine, betraying her body’s involuntary response to Maya’s touch. She punctuated the statement with a gentle squeeze of Katherine’s butt, relishing the sight of Katherine’s flushed cheeks.

“You know,” Maya whispered conspiratorially, “for someone so used to giving orders, you seem to be adjusting quite nicely to being in the palm of someone else’s hand.”

Katherine scowled, letting out a low growl of defiance.

“How dare you, Maya!” she yelled. "Don't you know who I am? You're making a huge mistake!"

Ignoring her protests, Maya's gaze locked onto Katherine's perfectly petite rear, the twin globes looked flawless in her palm. A thrill coursed through her. Her fingertips traced the curve softly, feeling the warmth and pliancy of Katherine's shrunken flesh.

With gentle pressure, Maya spread Katherine's delicate cheeks. There, in the center of those pale buns, lay Katherine's cute little butt hole. The sight of it, so small and vulnerable, was intoxicating.

"Well, look at that," she whispered.

Her breath was hot against Katherine's skin as she leaned in closer, bringing her lips just above the exposed opening. Katherine's tiny form tensed, a shiver running through her as she felt the subtle rush of air from Maya's mouth. Maya resisted the urge to chuckle.

Blowing lightly, Maya watched with satisfaction as Katherine's body reacted. The gentle stream of air danced over her sensitive skin, and Katherine shuddered, a barely audible gasp escaping her lips. Her tiny toes curled, and she blushed deeply as she fought against the visceral pleasure that accompanied such a humiliating act.

"Like that, do we?" Maya mused, the words dripping with satisfaction. The power to illicit such a response, to see Katherine squirm in both pleasure and indignation, was intoxicating. "We can do more of that this weekend if you'd like."

Maya’s fingers continued their gentle exploration, feeling Katherine's muscles twitch beneath her touch. Blowing once more, she saw the delightful ripple of responses travel up Katherine’s spine. Katherine's eyes squeezed shut, a soft whimper slipping from her lips. Her body trembled in Maya's grasp, helpless against the pleasures that warred with her pride.

"Sorry, boss," Maya said with a smirk, reaching for her purse. "I know you were loving that, but we have a weekend ahead of us, and I've got plans for you."

Katherine's protests grew louder as Maya gently placed her on the floor. "You can't do this! I demand you restore me right now! This is kidnapping!"

"Technically, it's boss-napping," Maya chuckled. "And you deserve it. Don't worry. I'll restore you by Monday. But we have a long weekend in front of us. One I think you will enjoy."

Maya ignored the protests, her fingers searching through the scattered clothes on the floor. She spotted Katherine's pantyhose - the same pair she had shrunk out of earlier. A wicked smile crossed her face.

Katherine’s eyes widened in panic as Maya held up the pantyhose. “No! No, don’t you dare!” she squeaked, but it was too late.

Maya’s fingers slid the sheer fabric open, placing the tiny, trembling woman inside one of the legs. Katherine’s small body squirmed and struggled, but Maya was too quick. She tugged the nylon up, trapping Katherine inside, leaving her no room to move or escape. The pantyhose clung tightly around her, the fabric stretching to contain her minuscule form.

“I think you’ll be perfectly comfortable in there.,” Maya teased, her fingers brushing against Katherine’s tiny body, feeling the resistance of the pantyhose as Katherine struggled in vain. Maya straightened up, smiling as she examined the tiny woman, completely ensnared in the pantyhose. “You’re not going anywhere until I decide it’s time.”

With that, Maya placed Katherine in her leather handbag, carefully positioning her so that she wouldn’t be hurt.

She felt the tiny movements of Katherine shifting inside her purse, her minuscule protests barely audible through the leather. Maya smiled as she gathered Katherine's discarded clothing, tucking them into her tote bag. No evidence could remain of what had transpired here tonight. It's not like anyone would believe this anyway, she thought to herself. People would think Katherine was crazy if she reported this. She would have to expose her secret to prove it, and she knew Katherine would never do that. She would be in the clear.

Maya's heart raced as she walked through the empty office toward the elevator. The weight of Katherine in her purse felt insignificant, but it was intoxicating. She had shrunk the woman who had tormented her for months, humiliated her, and made her feel worthless. Now, that same woman was literally small enough to fit in the palm of her hand.

The elevator doors slid open, and Maya stepped inside, checking her reflection in the mirrored walls. She looked different somehow; more confident, more powerful.

"I want to know everything," Maya said, opening her purse slightly to peer down at her tiny captive. "The spell, how it works, how to cast it. By Monday morning, you're going to teach me everything you know."

Katherine glared up at her, those miniature eyes still managing to convey fury despite their size. But there was something else there too. A flicker of something Maya couldn't quite identify. Resignation? Acceptance? Or perhaps... anticipation?

"We're going to have such a wonderful weekend together," Maya whispered. "Just you and me, with no interruptions. And by the end of it, I think we'll understand each other much better."

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This is a rough draft, but it's basically done. Looking for some feedback before I post the final version. Also, I have rewritten and cleaned up a lot of chapters on Deviantart, so if you are reading this here and want to reread previous chapters, I would suggest reading it there. The quality is way better there in my opinion.

Maya's Downfall - Conclusion

Ava was enjoying herself as the two formerly towering dommes looked up at her nervously, unsure of what she was planning next. She let the silence linger, savoring their unease. Then, Ava gestured at them both. “Now, I want you to touch each other. Kiss. Show me you can get along like the good little submissives you are.”

Katherine hesitated, but surprisingly, Maya was the first to move. She turned toward her former boss and let her hand trail up Katherine’s thigh. “Let’s just get this over with,” Maya whispered. But there was no venom in her tone, only a nervous anticipation.

Katherine swallowed hard. “Fine. Just don’t think this means I like you.”

“Katy,” Ava warned. "I told you to behave."
In response to the chastisement, Katherine bent forward, her small, soft breasts brushing against Maya’s, and gave her a light kiss. Their lips met tentatively at first, then again with growing hunger. Past grudges soon morphed into moans and whimpers as they explored each other's natural forms.
Ava leaned back with a smile, watching the two tiny rivals surrendering to each other. This is perfect, she thought to herself.

Katherine suddenly gripped Maya's ass, forcefully pulling her close. Maya responded, her tongue flicking forward with growing boldness. Their hands began to roam instinctively, touching and squeezing their rivals' soft curves.

Maya’s fingertips grazed the curve of Katherine’s breast, teasing the soft, sensitive flesh. Katherine let out a soft gasp, her own hands now sliding up to Maya’s slender hips, gripping her tightly.

Ava leaned forward slightly in her chair to get a better view of the show, her eyes dark with hunger, one leg crossed over the other. She said nothing, just watching intently.

Maya and Katherine exchanged another passionate kiss, deeper this time. Their bodies pressed together, breasts flattening, thighs gliding against one another. Katherine moaned softly as Maya’s lips trailed down her neck, then to her throat, and finally to her breasts. Her pride was still flickering, but her arousal was impossible to hide.

Maya nipped at Katherine’s collarbone, her tongue darting against the delicate skin. “Tell me you like it,” she demanded, her voice husky, low, challenging.

Katherine’s nails raked down Maya’s back, leaving pink lines in her soft skin that made the smaller woman gasp. “You first,” Katherine breathed into her ear, before biting down gently at the lobe.

Their bodies tangled, shifting against each other on the bed like restless predators. Maya straddled Katherine’s thigh, grinding against her, her wetness spreading hot across the soft skin beneath her. Katherine arched upward, pressing her breast into Maya’s face, daring her to submit.
Maya took the bait, lips closing around the stiffening nipple, tongue swirling. Katherine moaned, but her hand shot to Maya’s hair, gripping tight, tugging her head back. “On your knees,” she demanded, her green eyes burning with desire.

Maya hissed, her own hands shooting up to seize Katherine’s wrist and pull them above her head. “No. You will, little one.”

They froze in a silent duel, both panting, breasts heaving, muscles taut. Neither gave ground. Both tried to physically dominate the other, but in their natural, petite forms, they were too evenly matched. It was just so different from what they were used to the past decade. Unable to submit Maya to her whims, Katherine changed strategies.

“You’ve always hated me,” she whispered, breath hitching as Maya kissed her collarbone. “Why are you suddenly so eager for this?”

“Because I need this,” Maya moaned. “And I think maybe you do too.”

Ava laughed from above. “Good girls. Nice to see you finally getting along.”

They slowly lowered themselves onto the soft bed, their limbs tangling as hands explored every exposed inch of flesh. Katherine arched as Maya’s mouth again found her nipple. Maya whimpered when Katherine’s fingers slipped between her legs, teasing her dripping pussy lips.

Ava watched from above, towering over them like a goddess descending from Olympus. “I want to hear you both beg for each other,” Ava demanded. “And maybe - just maybe - I’ll reward you both.”

Katherine and Maya locked eyes. There was still some bitterness there, with old grudges burning under the surface, but in that moment, they chose surrender - and pleasure.

Maya whispered, her breath warm against Katherine’s chest. “Please, let me taste you.”

Katherine moaned in response. “Touch me more. I want… I want you.”

Their bodies pressed closer, two small, proud women unraveling each other, giving in to what they'd both always wanted.

Their rhythm grew more fluid but somehow even more urgent. Katherine’s fingers worked steadily between Maya’s thighs, coaxing soft gasps and breathy moans from the petite woman. Maya, flushed and trembling, returned the favor, and kissed her way down Katherine’s stomach, lips lingering over every sensitive inch.

“You’re so wet,” Maya teased.

“You made me that way,” Katherine giggled, her breath hitching as Maya’s mouth finally descended between her legs.
Katherine’s fingers didn’t stop. Even as her own pleasure surged, she kept circling Maya’s clit with soft strokes. Their whimpers echoed off each other’s skin, the air between them thick with arousal and growing unity.

Ava, looming above, bit her lip as she watched the two shrunken women writhe together. What had begun as punishment - a forced reconciliation - was now something intimate. This was surrender. Both to each other and to their mistress.

Maya let out a muffled cry as Katherine’s fingers slid deeper inside her, just enough to make her back arch and her moans grow even louder. Maya’s tongue matched the rhythm, flicking and sucking at Katherine’s throbbing clit until the woman beneath her was trembling from pleasure.

Then, almost in unison, they came.

Katherine’s hips bucked, legs shaking as the orgasm overtook her. Maya cried out against her, her body locking up before collapsing in waves of pleasure. Their breathing was ragged and heavy, and their bodies were slippery with sweat and glistening in the hot Miami heat. The two women clung to each other, gasping and trembling.

Ava smiled, slowly sliding over and kneeling close. “That,” she said softly, running a finger along Maya’s glistening back, “was beautiful.”
Katherine nuzzled into Maya’s neck, and Maya didn’t pull away.

Looming above them, Ava made her next move. "Now," Ava purred, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked down at the trembling, panting duo curled together on the bed. "I want you two to worship me."

Maya and Katherine lifted their heads slowly, their flushed faces still glowing from their mutual climax. Neither dared to hesitate. Not now. Not after everything that had happened today.

Maya was the first to move. She crawled forward, her small, delicate hands pressing reverently to Ava’s ankles, then her calves, trailing kisses up her thighs.

“Yes, my mistress,” she whispered, her voice husky, body still tingling in pleasure. “Let me worship you. I’ve wanted this for so long!”
Katherine followed suit. Her eyes were full of awe as she moved alongside Maya, her mouth kissing Ava’s thighs. “You’re divine,” she moaned, as her hands slid over the flawless skin of Ava’s hips. “We belong to you.”

Ava watched them both kneel before her. She sat back on the edge of the bed, her thighs parting fully, her glistening sex now exposed and throbbing from watching their earlier acts.

“Go on,” she whispered. “Show your mistress how grateful you are.”

Maya and Katherine leaned in together, kissing her thighs, hips, and belly. Each touch was laden with reverence and passion. Then Maya moved downward, her tiny tongue slowly dragging up the length of Ava’s slit. Katherine followed, nuzzling into the opposite side, letting her fingers delicately spread Ava open as the two shrunken women began to pleasure their mistress in tandem.

Ava let her head fall back, moaning as waves of ecstasy spread through her core. “That’s it… very good girls…”

Tiny tongues explored and delicate fingers teased, their worship both passionate and skillful. Ava gasped as Maya suckled her clit, her tiny hands clutching Ava’s thighs, while Katherine slipped her fingers inside, curling them just right.

The sensation was overwhelming. The contrast of their miniature forms against her much larger form sent Ava spiraling.

Her hips rolled, her moans rising as the pleasure built. “Yes… yes… don’t stop…”

Both women redoubled their efforts, their kisses and licks syncing in rhythm as Ava’s breathing grew erratic. Ava cried out, her thighs clenching around the tiny women as she came, her whole body trembling under their worship. She panted, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glowing on her skin.

When she opened her eyes, Maya and Katherine were still kneeling between her legs, faces flushed, lips glistening with her essence, looking up at her with a mix of awe, exhaustion, and adoration.

Ava leaned back against the plush headboard, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, her toned thighs parted slightly with Maya and Katherine kneeling between them like loyal attendants. But Ava wasn’t done.

Her eyes sparkled as she glanced toward Katherine. “So, Katherine,” Ava purred, voice thick with power. “How would you like to have a little more fun?”
Katherine blinked, then slowly smiled. “A little fun?”

Ava’s hand dropped to Maya’s bare back, fingers tracing down the curve of her spine. “Yes. You’ve earned it. Maya’s been quite the brat. I think it’s time she got even smaller. How about six inches?”

Maya froze. “Wait, what? No. No, Ava please!”

But Ava was already shifting Maya in her grip. With a swift, effortless movement, she wrapped an arm around Maya’s midsection, lifting her into her lap and pinning her down across her thighs. Her tiny legs kicked wildly, her bare ass squirming helplessly in the air.

“Oh yes,” Ava giggled, nuzzling Maya’s cheek before whispering in her ear. “You’re going to be absolutely adorable at six inches.”

Katherine crawled forward, grinning with glee as she perched beside them. “I’ve been dreaming about this for years.” Her fingers hovered over Maya’s twitching feet, teasing the soft soles with a feather light touch. “Ready to shrink even more, Maya? I hope you're not too ticklish.”

“No Katherine! Don’t!” But Maya’s protests soon dissolved into peals of laughter as Katherine’s fingers made contact, dancing across her soft, sensitive soles. She thrashed in Ava’s grip, laughing uncontrollably.

Ava held her firmly, stroking her hair while the tickling continued. “Shh… That’s it, my little toy. Let it happen.”

With each giggle, Maya began to dwindle further, her body subtly contracting, her curves shrinking in even tighter, her limbs becoming somehow even more delicate. Every squeal of laughter stole another inch from her increasingly tiny frame as her inexorable decline to 6 inches accelerated. Her small, perky breasts quivered and bounced with each spasm while she flailed in a erotic protest that only made her look sweeter and daintier.

“Look at her,” Katherine gestured at Maya, sliding her fingers up to her belly, then her sides. “She’s already halfway there.”

“Keep going,” Ava encouraged. “Make her my perfect little pocket princess.”

“Noooo!” Maya shrieked between giggles. “I...can’t...take...any...more!”

“Oh, I think you can,” Katherine teased wickedly, speeding up the tickles along Maya’s sensitive ribs.

Maya’s voice went even higher, her laughter becoming more breathless, and her body smaller still. She was now under a foot tall. Ava adjusted her hold with ease, cradling her like a doll.

And finally, with one last playful swipe of Katherine’s finger across the bottoms of her tiny feet, Maya shrank to a perfect six inches. Ava held the now doll sized woman in her palms, holding her up at eye level. Maya lay limp, flushed, and panting, with her thighs glistening with arousal from the intense ticklish orgasm.

“She’s absolutely precious,” Ava laughed, brushing her pinky down Maya’s miniature stomach. “Look at that sexy little thing. She's completely spent. Katherine, I think she loved it.”

“Oh, I know she did,” Katherine giggled, leaning in to kiss Maya’s twitching belly. “She's such a good girl when she's tiny.”

Maya groaned weakly. “You’re both… evil.”

Ava lifted the shrunken six-inch Maya up to her face, letting her dangle delicately by the waist between her fingertips. Maya’s tiny body glistened with arousal, and her flushed cheeks burned a deep pink.

“Oh Maya,” Ava cooed, giving her shrunken booty a soft squeeze. “Don’t act like you’re not loving this.”

Maya squirmed in her grip, face red, lips trembling. “I’m not!”

Ava gave her the look.

Maya glanced away, her eyes darting nervously between Ava’s knowing smirk and Katherine’s grin down below. Then finally, in the smallest, most reluctant voice imaginable, she whispered, “Fine. It’s true.”

Katherine giggled. “What was that, Maya?”

Maya hid her face in her hands, mortified. “I like it. Okay? I like it when you take control of me. I like being small. I like when you hold me down and make me yours. Happy?”

Ava leaned in, her warm breath cascading over Maya’s tiny, bare body. “Good girl,” she purred. Now we can really start having fun.”

She lowered Maya slowly toward her chest, placing the trembling shrunken woman between her cleavage like a living sex toy.

“You wanted to be mine,” Ava whispered. “And now you are.”

Ava stretched luxuriously across the bed, her glowing form radiating heat and dominance. Between her thighs, nestled into her silky skin, lay Maya - tiny, flushed, and still dripping with need. Katherine knelt nearby, watching, her own two-foot body pressed against Ava’s hip, trailing kisses along her side.

Ava cradled Maya gently in her hand and brought her glistening sex to her mouth. She parted Maya’s legs gently with the tip of one finger, watching the tiny woman squirm and whimper. Then, with a slow, calculated movement, Ava extended her tongue. It was impossibly large compared to Maya’s miniature frame, a slick, warm surface that traced the length of her body from stomach to breasts before finally settling between her trembling thighs.

Maya’s tiny hands clutched at Ava’s thumb, her back arching as Ava’s tongue pressed more firmly, swirling in slow, sensual circles around her clit. Every flick felt enormous and overwhelming, leaving Maya gasping, moaning, and begging incoherently.

Maya’s cries grew higher, more frantic. “I can’t! I can’t!”

“Oh, you will,” Ava crooned, her tongue pressing flat against Maya’s tiny slit, lapping at her like a sweet little treat. She rolled the miniature woman onto her back, pinning her gently with the pad of one finger while her tongue worked relentlessly at her sex.

Maya’s legs kicked, her tiny toes curling as she thrashed against the overpowering pleasure. “Please! Ava, please!”

But Ava only smiled, drawing another long lick from Maya’s breasts down to her thighs, savoring every inch of her trembling body. “You’re mine, little one. Say it.”

Maya cried out, her voice breaking with need. “I’m yours! I’m yours!”

Her climax ripped through her tiny frame a heartbeat later, her whole body convulsing in Ava’s hand as she screamed in ecstasy. Her juices spilled across Ava’s tongue, sweet and intoxicating.

Beside them, Katherine began to pleasure herself, her eyes fixed on Maya’s small, submissive form being brought to orgasm by their shared goddess.

Then, Ava reached out for Katherine, pulling her close, pressing her against her breasts as her hand slipped between Katherine’s legs.

They all came together.

Maya's climax ripped through her diminutive frame a heartbeat later, her whole body convulsing in Ava’s hand as she screamed in ecstasy. Her juices spilled across Ava’s tongue, both sweet and intoxicating.

Katherine trembled beside her mistress, gasping, her orgasm ripping through her as Ava’s fingers found every sensitive spot.
Ava, chest heaving, looked down at the quivering young woman in her palm and the spent woman curled at her side. The room was quiet, but thick with the warmth of shared pleasure.

The rest of the weekend was no less indulgent. Not a single moment was wasted. Their world consisted only of silken sheets, desperate moans, and the taste and feel of each other’s sexy bodies. They rose only to quickly fall back into tangled embraces, exploring every curve, every tender inch, with hungry curiosity and reverence. Ava’s dominance was a constant, while Maya and Katherine, both so small and delicate, surrendered again and again to their mistress.

Sunday came too soon, and it was unfortunately time for Ava to return her shrunken beauties to their full, enhanced forms. Reluctantly, Ava stood up from the bed. With a now familiar incantation, she extended her hand toward Katherine first, allowing the spell’s magical energy to wrap around her.
Katherine grew, her limbs stretching and her curves blooming, restoring that powerful enhanced form she had missed so much. She moaned in pleasure, smiling as her strength returned, her body once again regal and commanding.

Then Ava turned to Maya. The once-towering CEO, now barely six inches, trembled in Ava’s palm. She whispered the same incantation, expecting to see the same surge of growth, the same expansion of limbs and curves. And at first, it happened. Maya stretched, her legs lengthening, her breasts swelling, and her features refining back to the goddess-like perfection of her enhanced form.

But there was something wrong. She was still only six inches tall.

Maya blinked in confusion, looking down at herself. “What? No, no, that’s not...this isn’t right!” She scrambled to her feet in Ava’s palm, her miniature chest heaving. “Fix it! Do it again!”

Ava frowned, repeating the spell, this time slower, pouring her will into it. Nothing changed. Maya remained a tiny, angry doll in her hand.
Katherine raised an eyebrow. “Interesting. Something’s wrong. The spell should have worked.”

"Call those witches! Now!" Maya yelled, panic in her voice.

Ava tapped the screen of her phone, and soon the head of the coven Maya had so often consulted appeared on Facetime. “We don’t know what happened,” Ava admitted, steady but inwardly a bit nervous that her boss couldn't be restored. “Only Katherine grew back.”

“This is outrageous!” Maya interrupted, shouting at the top of her lungs. “You incompetent hags! Do your job and put me back the way I was! Look at me! I’m still six inches tall! I can’t live like this! Do you know who I am?”

The witch listened intently as Maya jumped up and down frantically, demanding it be fixed. She gave a faint, almost amused smile.

“It’s simple,” she explained. “You don’t wish to return. The spell listens to the heart, not the tongue. Ava can restore you whenever you truly want it. But right now…” She leaned toward the camera, her eyes gleaming. “…right now, you want more time like this. More time with her.”

Maya froze, her tiny cheeks blazing scarlet. “Th-that’s not true!”

The witch only laughed, giving her a wicked grin. “Oh, little one. Your body betrays you more than you could ever imagine.”

Maya gasped. “What? That’s absurd!” She crossed her arms, glaring at her through the phone with all the fury she could muster at her size. “Of course I want to return! Look at me!”

But the witch only shook her head. “You may deny it with words, child,” she chided softly, “but the spell does not lie. It listens not to what your lips say, but to what your heart truly desires. You want to stay as you are. You crave it.”

Maya’s cheeks burned. She stamped her tiny foot in Ava’s palm. “That’s not true!”

The witch’s voice was gentle, but unyielding. “You will return to your former height when you no longer desire this form. When you are, shall we say, fully satisfied. Until then, you will remain what you secretly long to be.”

A hush fell over the room. Katherine laughed, folding her arms. “Oh, this is rich.”

Maya shook her head wildly. “Shut up Katherine! No! This isn’t...this isn’t what I want!”

But Ava’s lips curled into a seductive smile as she looked down at the flushed little woman trembling in her hand. “Mmm. I think it is, Maya. Deep down, you know it.”

“She will return when she is ready,” the witch repeated. “Until then, she belongs to Ava. With a final amused look, she ended the call, the screen going black and silent.

The silence that followed was deafening. Ava lifted Maya up higher, close to her face, her smile wicked. “Well then. Looks like I’ll be keeping you like this a while longer.”

Maya’s tiny lips parted as if to protest again, but no sound came.

Ava tucked Maya lovingly against her chest. “Don’t worry, little one. I’ll take very good care of you. I'll restore you as soon as you want. Oh, and Katherine. Can you send an email out to the company from Maya's email that she'll be staying in Miami a few more days due to unforeseen circumstances? We don't want anyone getting worried about our missing CEO.”

With that taken care of, Ava walked back towards the bedroom with Maya cradled in her arms, the tiny woman’s muffled protests fading into the distance.

Katherine stood up and walked towards the door, smiling to herself, imagining what delights awaited them both. Victory tasted sweet. Maya, once untouchable, was now exactly where she belonged - horny, shrunken to six inches, and submissive in her secretary's palms. Katherine let herself imagine who might be next. Perhaps a rival board member, so haughty in the office yet deliciously helpless at doll-size. Or maybe one of those icy lawyers who thought they could intimidate her. The possibilities were endless. She laughed softly to herself as she opened the penthouse door, already savoring the games to come.

The End (for now at least)

Epilogue:
Across town, another young woman was about to be having a very bad day.
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of Kara’s boots carried down the school’s busy halls, and everyone knew to straighten up and be on their best behavior. Heads turned and doors cracked open just to watch the fashionable and intimidating principal walk by. She never needed to raise her voice. Instead her towering figure and icy stare kept everyone on their best behavior.

Kara’s suit was immaculate. She wore a deep charcoal skirt, tailored so perfectly it looked like it was painted on. The skirt hugged her hips and ended an inch above the knee, showing just a hint more leg than most principals would dare. The matching jacket was cut sharp at the shoulders, but it cinched tightly at the waist, pulling in to emphasize her voluptuous figure. Beneath it, a silken blouse was unbuttoned one button too many, suggesting allure but stopping just at the line of deniability. And with her dark black knee high boots, she was over six and a half feet tall.

She stopped abruptly in front of the new student teacher, zeroing in on her target. The young woman stood with her back against a bulletin board, clutching a stack of lesson plans in front of her like it would protect her from the figure looming in front of her. She couldn’t have been older than twenty-three, tiny and soft-featured, looking like she’d wandered into the school from some undergraduate seminar by mistake.

Kara let her eyes sweep over her, slowly and deliberately, letting her gaze unsettle the new student teacher. “And you must be our newest problem,” she said, with the slight curl of her lip making her beautiful face look even more intimidating. “What’s your name again?”

The girl cleared her throat. “M-Mary. I mean, Miss Carter. Student teacher for - .”

Kara cut her off with a sharp wave.

“I know who you are,” she sneered. “What I don’t know is why I heard you were deviating from my lesson plan. Standards, Miss Carter. We have them here. And yet - ”. WIth a grin, she plucked a single sheet from the trembling hands and glanced at it before crumpling it up and dropping it in the trash. “Where’s the discipline? Do you think our students will respect you if you spoon feed them nonsense? Do you think you know better than me?”

Mary opened her mouth to respond, but Kara continued. “I don’t care how bright-eyed or earnest you are. In these halls - my halls, weakness is like blood in the water. You want to last here? Do what I say and don’t think for yourself. There’s a reason we’re the top ranked school in the state - and it isn’t you. Do you understand?”

A few students passing by slowed to watch, snickering behind their hands. Kara didn’t even glance at them to make them behave. She wanted Maya to feel embarrassed. The young teacher shrank into herself, eyes tearing up despite her best effort.
Kara stepped back, the smile returning to her lips. “Consider this your first lesson. Next time I won’t be so understanding.”

Then, without saying anything more, she turned and walked away, her knee-high boots resuming their steady, rhythmic clicks.

Click. Click. Click.

Halfway to the corner, her long strides briefly faltered. For just an instant, her body shivered, as if a ripple of pleasure broke through her armor of authority and left her vulnerable. She stopped, lifted her foot, and bent to tug her boots even tighter against her calves, as if she were fastening her authority and power back into place. Her jaw clenched and her breathing slowed.

By the time she straightened, her composure had returned, and she strode off as cool and perfect as ever.
And then she was gone.

Mary froze, her heart still pounding from the humiliating encounter with her towering new boss. Had she really just seen that? That pleasurable little shiver, her brief moment of vulnerability - almost as if she had slightly shrank, before tightening those boots and regaining her composure?

She shook her head hard, muttering under her breath, “No - I must have imagined it.”

Yet as she gathered her papers and scurried down the hall to her classroom, the image stayed in the back of her mind - Kara’s flawless mask cracking for the briefest moment. It was nothing, right? It had to be nothing.

Still, an idea had taken root in her mind, even if she didn’t fully realize it yet.

Later that afternoon, alone in her classroom, Mary pulled out her phone, still shaken from the encounter earlier with her new principal. There was only one person she could trust with someone liker her - her sister. Her older sister never let anyone walk over her. A tall, confident, and successful CEO, she seemed to glide through life like she was untouchable. If you knew anything about her, you knew that she was always in control and always came through victorious.

Mary scrolled through her contacts until she reached M. With trembling thumbs she began to type a message. Yep, her sister would know exactly what to do about someone like Kara.

The name on the screen lit up.

Maya.

To be continued...