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"No no no!!" I laugh, moving quickly towards him, towards where he's sat upp and looks almost ready to put his legs over the side of the bed, "Easy there, pumpkin!" One hand on his left knee and the other in his shoulder, I've stopped him from getting up.

He lookss at me, not saying anything, mouth kinda half-open. Is he...waiting for direction?

ok then...

"Let's take it slow," I begin, calming my voice, knowing he needs a strong, soothing presence, "You just woke up, sweetie...we'll give it a minute..." My right hand moves down his left leg, from his knee down his shin to his ankle. How swollen it had been! It's looking fine, now...no swelling, really, or bruising. I take his ankle in my hand, give it a little squeeze. "How does it feel?"
 
"I-it...it f-feels fine," I find myself stammering, taken aback by the quick shift in her tone, almost like another person has suddenly occupied her body. She now has both hands on me, on my lower leg and foot, tenderly stroking, massaging and manipulating me. I spin my foot on my ankle, in her grasp. "N-no pain..." I say, "seems okay..?"

Unconvinced, she continues to assess and appraise my old injury, gently twisting my ankle this way and that, clucking and nodding. I'm already feeling the effect of this turn in mood, this immediate intimacy. Looking down into the gap in her shirt that allows for a couple inches of cleavage Asher attentions are on my ankle, I let myself fall a bit under the spell of her tender ministrations, her womanly care...
 
RE: Mine (ambiguouscaptain and miu_meowwww

"That's good," I cluck, as I smile to myselff, physically aware of how accepting he's being, how compliant. The old Charlie would have bristled at my fussing,but right now he's letting me tend to him, direct him. Is it just my tone of voice, maybe some pheromones, or something else that's changing in him, and between usss?

At least some of itt, I think to myself, also aware of his eyes down my top as I kneel in front of himm, is probably this new bra. After the gym this morning I took another trip down to the lingerie store and found myself this underwire I'm wearing...if u had asked me 6 months ago if there was even such a thing as an "I" cup I would've laughed. But surprise surprise haha it fits and it makes me look huge.

"I think you're ready to try to walk on it today," I announce, standing up and - hands on hipss - look down on him. I give him a nice, warm smile and I see how that calms him, "but let's not go too fast. You're still just waking up."

Acquiescent again, he just nods and waits for me to speak again, looking for what to do next. "Here, scoot down," I direct, stepping backk and towards the desk chair behind me, urging him to sit at the end of the bed, "let's do this first."

His eyes widen and as I sit in his desk chair I sense his pulse quicken as he notices the new pile of paper and envelopes on his desk. "I just picked this all up. Looks like you hadn't checked it for weeks," I chide with a laugh, "so...let's go through your mail..."
 
Oh Crap!

"Ah, n-n-no no no..." I stammer suddenly, moving quickly towards her but not daring to get off the bed to reach for the pile of mail she's arranged on my desk, "heh heh yeah...! That's qu-quite a bit, huh?"

My heart sinks and my mind races as I notice that - not only has she collected all my mail from my box (where'd she get the key??) - she's opened it.

"I m-mean...it's not weeks..." I continue, talking quickly and trying to figure out how I'm going to get out of this, to distract her from this situation, "...maybe a week, two tops. I've been, uh, b-busy and y-y'know....here."

My eyes still glued to that pile, already - crud - noticing a statement from my bank, totally open, I feel my heart racing and try to figure out a story if she's read through anything already. She wouldn't do that, would she? I mean...it's my mail! Private stuff!

"Y-you really didn't have to do that..." I continue, rambling, "a-and...let me do that, go through all this l-later..."

She's obviously just letting me talk, dig myself into a deeper hole. She can't have read anything, right? She must have just opened envelopes to make it easier for me...

But as I peel my eyes away from the papers, and work to meet her gaze, her smile tells me she knows a little more now than I'd like...

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"Sweetie, we have to talk about this..." I begin, setting my shoulders and looking right into his eyes, me in the desk chair, he seated at the end of his bed, "At first I thought I was just being helpful, taking in your mail..."

He's fidgety, nervouss, and suddenly quiet. I'm more than a little surprised he's let it go this far. The old Charlie would have shooed me away from all this and reprimanded me for being nosy. But not now...

"I got rid of all the junk mail, all the garbage," I continue, emboldened by his silence but leveling my voice, "But then I noticed all the warnings on the outside of the envelopes." Though he breaks eye contact, suddenly looking away, I keep watching as his face shifts through different emotions. "Here look at this," I say, turning to pull the letter from his cable company from the pile, showing him the bold red lettering across the front: "'Final notice'. Or this: 'Account Closed'. Or this, from a collection agency...have you seen this?"

He's embarrassed, ashamed, not even starting to stammer out an explanation or response. He's not saying anything about his privacy, or me overstepping anythingg. He's just letting me talk, letting me admonish him.

"What's going on, honey? Hm? These are all unpaid bills," I scold, "Honestly it's like u need a secretary. Look - look at this one. 'Deactivation'. Your cell phone company turned off your service last week..! You have to pay this stuff..!"

A year ago, it would have been him lecturing me, telling me to get my life together. Now, it's like the tables have turned. If anything, I feel like the adult haha. Not something I'm used to it brings me a funny feelingggg. it makes me feel...bigger.

"What's up, honey, hm?" I ask, allowing myself to feel the first hints of a dark exhilaration as I lean in, searching his face, his evasive eyes, "Tell me..."
 
"What's up, honey, hm? Tell me..."
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Tell her?

What...what is it about her that's making me feel this way??? Why...why do I have to explain anything to this girl??? Who...who does she think she is??? My Mother???

My breath suddenly catches and I feel a sinful, shocking thing alight me. I look at her and she leans forward, looks into my eyes, and I swear I see her eyes flash something greenly bright and wicked, like she knows what I'm thinking. The thought of it, of my mind being open to her, brings a dark, unspoken thrill that I know we both feel.

"K-Kat <heh heh> it's all...it's, well, it's funny..." I find myself saying, again talking too fast, reflexively trying to cover, to dodge, to escape and evade...

...to lie.

"...lots of those, it's b-because of, uh, a mix-up...w-with..."

My words begin to come more slowly, as her perfume begins to fill the air between us. It's a wonderful, familiar smell, cinnamon and wildflowers, sandalwood and earth. It's slowing my tongue, and her smile draws my eye. Her smile is just as familiar, warm. It makes me want to tell her...

...the truth.

A deep breath.

"K-Kat..." I begin, my voice working on its own, "I l-lost my job. M-months ago..."

The shame is still there. So is the anxiety, the wounded pride. The sweaty palms and racing heart. It's all there...in fact, it's welling up and threatening to choke me. But I find myself wanting to tell her this, to...

...is it to tell the truth? Is that why I'm finally admitting this? To clear the air? Or is it so I can abject myself before her? Is that why I'm doing this? To get the thrill of...debasing myself? Humbling myself?

Reducing myself?

jesus christ...

I hang my head, feeling her eyes on me...
 
as he hangs his head, I almost feel a little bad for using those pheromones on himm...but I needed to hear those words out of his own mouth, and I wanted him to feel all he's feeling now as he told me.

I also almost want to reach out, to lean down into him, to put my hands on his knees and tell him it's alright, it's okayyy...

...but it's not, is itt?

Instead, I feel myself sitting up a little taller. I feel my chest swelling up a little biggerr. I feel myself looking down on him more than I have ever looked down on him before. Remember. I was just Kat, a simple paralegal, a little assistant, a nobody. And he was Charles Hogan, Associate Attorney, so far and away my superior. But that was us then...

...now look at usss.

"You lost your job?" I say, with the right amount of surprise in my voice, noticing his narroww shoulders, how one of his thin legs has startedd to shake, "You've been unemployed, all this time? And you didn't say anything?"

He winces, he shrinks, being scolded. But I know there's more.

"What else do you want to tell me, Charlie?"
 
"I lost my job and I...I can't find a new one," I admit, gaze down on the floor, finding myself looking at her feet, "No one...no one will hire me."

Rather than feeling a weight being let off me, finally telling the truth, instead I just feel more guilt...I don't tell her that I'd really just stopped looking...the shame was too much, after that time...

Her toes are painted a dusky pink.

"Also, Kat," I continue, telling myself that she probably knows already, but deep down anticipating that electric buzz in reducing myself further, "I've run out of money...all my savings...I'm broke..."

More guilt and shame...am I fucking getting hard from this? Oh god...but...I can't tell her what I spent it on, blowing through it so quickly this summer, holed up in my room...

Her feet are bare and...so big.

Mine...barely reach the floor?

"I've got nothing, Kat...nothing..."
 
His voice has shrankk, he's started to tremble. He can barely raise his head, let alone look me in the eye. In fact, is he looking at my feet?

I haven't really paid it a lot of thought, too much, up to this time, but right now its just so apparent, so blatant. The balance of power between us, it's been shifting...and now here we arrrre...

"I've got nothing..."
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I flex them for him, my feet, raising my toes, then curling them.

"Oh, Charlie..." I respond, watching him look at me, watching his every shiverr, "I'm so sorry..." I think about myself for a second, how far I've come in the last six months. My new job, my car and apartment, my own money and accounts

"I saw that on your bank statement, pumpkin," I say, turning around to pull what i'm looking for from the pile, "and that would explain this..."

I show him the notice, on the letterhead from his landlord's attorney.

"Did you know about this?"

omigod i can't help it i'm gettin excited
 
Feeling my brow knit, the pulsing of my blood in my ears grows to a dull rush and becomes deafening as I raise my eyes and begin to read the letter Kat holds up for me, right in front of my face. I feel her watching me from above, over it, but the rest of the world begins to fuzz out, disappear, and the droning buzz of my blood begins to sound like an alarm.

"'Notice to Quit'...'pursuant to a written lease dated...' I begin to read, mostly to myself but my lips mumble, my throat dryly works, "...you are late on multiple payments of rent with dates of..."

I'm a lawyer, an attorney, and I do a lot of reading. But as much as I know what this is, I'm struggling with it, struggling to understand...

"...'tenancy has been forfeited'...what? a-a-already?....'vacate and surrender the premises'..."

The room is spinning.

"K-Kat...oh my god..."
 
"This is an eviction notice, isn't it?" I ask, the husky tone of my voice betraying the tingles I'm feeling. Despite how bad I feel for him - which, of course, I do - a part of me is getting a charge from thiss, already imagining the possibilities.

He takes the paper from my hands and as I look on re-reads it once, twice maybe, the expression of disbelief on his brow fading only slightly. He's still shaking.

"What are you going to do, Charlie?" I ask, "This was delivered like ten days ago...It says you have to be out by the end of this week."

That gets him to glance up, from the paper, and look at me...
 
Evicted?!?

And...yes...she's right...I have to get out by this Friday!! And it's already Tuesday!!!

My mind is racing, as I read the notice once, twice, looking for something that tells me that this is a mistake, some sort of error. But...it's not!

Friday!!!

I really shouldn't be surprised. I should have known this would happen, eventually. Part of me, I think, did know, all this time, while the rest was in a serious state of denial. Part of me - some sad, self-destructive part - maybe even wanted it to happen. The little things - the delinquent cable bills, the credit card balances...those were easy to ignore, put off, forget. But it all adds up...

And now, finally, my world is crashing down around me. It was bound to happen. I mean...how could I expect to spend more than six months unemployed, not looking for work, blowing off my friends and blowing all my savings hand-over-fist on porn and greedy, unsatisfying cam-girls, ignoring my bills and creditors and not finally see the consequences?

What am I going to do?!?

And she asks me that exact question.

I look up into her eyes, my own state of mind keeping me from reading anything but concern off her face, and a million things go through my head. One of them being: I could fight this!

...

...

But, honestly...

...I don't have the energy. And I don't think I'd win.

"I-I...I...I dunno, Kat," I say, the break in my voice making my dismay all-too obvious. I nearly sob, in fact. "I...I don't have anywhere, around here..." I admit, "no fr-friends, anymore..."

Dejectedly, I look towards the window, shade still drawn.

"I guess I c-could move back out West," I say, "see if my father would have me...if I can find him...if he'll even talk to me..."

Truthfully, that wasn't the first place I thought of. I know I have another option, a place to go.

But that thought gives me shivers.
 
His eyes remind me of a a panicked animal, trapped with no where to go. His heart is pounding, his brow knitted. His jaw is set tight and...i think he looks ready to cry.

i know what i want but i also know i have to move carefully with this. he's a man who's life has fallen apart and i want to be there to pick up the pieces. i just cant scare him away

"Honey, u always know, right..." i sayy, with as much honesty and tenderness i can rally to conceal the other emotions i'm feeling, "that i'm here for u..?"

I think again back to where i am in life, what i could do to help him. the numbers from my bank accounts start rnning through my head. no...but if love to hear him ask...

"What can i do, pumpkin?" I ask, watching his eyes look about the room, like theyre searching for an answer somewhere on his desk, on his shelves or bookcases...

...when really his answer is sitting right in front of him.

While i do my best to keep my face calm, passive even, my heart is fluttering, every nerve in my body alive with anticipation.

"You know I'll do anything to make you happy..."
 
"D-d-do..?" I whisper, utterly ashamed, utterly mortified, "I...I don't..."

I sigh.

"I don't think there is anything you can do, Kat," I say, turning towards her and trying a brave smile but feeling subdued, cowed, overwhelmed. What must she think of me? I am pathetic. I feel...lessened. Humbled, withered, and shrunken beyond help. What could she do? I won't take her money...that would be a bigger mistake than anything I've already done. And it wouldn't help anyway, not really. Not at the point to which I've sunk, under this spiral of depression, sloth and masturbation.

Again I try the smile, but I can't keep her gaze. I'm too humiliated, and so my eyes fall to the ground again. It's not me, this type of person I've become..it's so unlike me, really...that's the crazy part. It's almost like I've been under a spell for these past six months, something that's been slowly draining me of everything I ever was.

"You've done so much for me already, Kat," I manage, "But...thanks..."
 
"Okay, well! You obviously need some sort of plan," I say, turning on my smile and my most animated voice, anything to get him out of this pity-hole he's digging, "this all sucks for u and yes u really screwed up but moping about its not going to solve anything."

I know what I have to do. The talk of 'heading back West' to his family gave me a little scare, I admit. But that's not happening. He's not going anywhere. And besides I know, exactly, what he needs to get him back to life here. I know how to make him move on to a new life.

And to get what I want.

"The first step to us getting u back on your feet again," I say, as I stand up in front of him, "is to get u on your feet again..."

Looking down at him with a smile, I hold out my hand to help him - for the first time in almost five days - stand...
 
I look up at her, hand outreached, and take a deep breath. I know what she's saying. This could be my first step into a new life.

"Okay, hold on," I say, spinning my foot on my ankle one more time and putting my hands on my thighs. It's weird how my feet don't quite touch the ground here but whatever - I've noticed a few funny things like that and meh I'm sure five days of bedrest plays tricks on the way the world looks.

She looks down on me patiently as I take another deep breath and - sitting forward and now taking her hand - put my right foot down and then, gingerly, my left. Using her strength to help me, eyes on the ground, I slowly...start...to...stand.

I'm up.

I hear her gasp. She sounds more surprised than I'd guess...

My legs, I feel, are weak.

My balance is funny and...off.

I feel...wobbly.

But...there's no pain.

Eyes on my left ankle and gradually put more and more weight on it. It feels fine. It's supporting me. All on it's own!

I drop her hand.

"Aha!" I laugh, feeling positive about myself for the first time in a while, "Looky That!!"

Excited and encouraged, I look up at Kat with a big smile...

...that quickly drops off my face in a cold wave of shock.

I freeze.

...what the fuck..?

I'm standing straight. She's standing straight. I check: she's not wearing heels.

She's...she's...she's HUGE. My eyes barely reach the upper, exposed inches of her cleavage. Her hips are at the level of my abdomen. How did she get so...tall?

Or, rather, as my paralysis starts to break, and my eyes glance around the room in a new panic...

...how did I get so short????
 
I gasp, I can't help myselff, when he stands up.

He doesn't even realize it himself, at first, he's just so pleased to be standing again.

Me, though - omigod. My hand goes to cover my mouth, my eyes are probally bugging out of my face. I just about start to laugh but thankfullly am able to stifle it just in time.

He's so...smalll!

My heart nearly skips a beat and I barely hear him exclaim in joy or feel him drop my hand when he's finally standing on his own. I'm too amazed by this.

holy crap look what i've done.

That thought electrifies me even more. Oh my god what have I done? This is fucking incredible bbut what have I done??? Part of me is horrified but most of me is like: well, I almost start to laugh again but that would be weird

and in about a second he is gonna freak

he looks up and tthere it is...i see it in his face but i feel it shiver from him more than anything else, the shock and dismay and confusion of a world that's suddenly different

he's so much fucking smaller.

"Charlie Oh My GoD!!!" I exclaim, completely unable to keep the laugh from my voice, "Look at you!!!"
 
"Oh my god what is happening?!?" I exclaim, in a sob/wail/terrified squawk -more to myself and the unfair universe around me than to her - as I first look at my hands and then start using them to grope at my own body, running them up and down my chest to my legs and hips and finally just starting to spin, looking wildly about the room in disbelief and dread. Am I...am I really that short???

And then I look up at her. Up, up, up at her. Jesus!!! My new perspective in the room makes me feel shorter than I was, but standing next to her makes me feel strangely even smaller still. Like she's...

"K-K-Kat..." I stammer, my voice quaking with fear, my mind flailing for some rational explanation, seeking it somehow in her, "What's going on??? And...why are you smiling?!?"
 
"What's going on, sweetie, is that I'm three inches taller than the last time you stood up..." I try to explain plainly, but the animation in my voice and ebullience in my smile probbly driving him nuts, "and you, obviously, have...wow! <giggle!> Gotten shorter!"

He starts to back off, away from me - but quick as a cat I reach out and grab his upper arms.

"And..." I continue with a <giggle!>, squeezing his shoulders a little, "I'm smiling because you are just...so...cute!!! You're adorable like this!!"
 
"Y-y-you're...wh-wh-what???" I sputter, struggling, having trouble finding my words, "THREE INCHES??" My arms pinned to my sides, I feel her casual strength as she clutches me in her grip. I know my eyes must look wild. "And...me..? What's happened to me??" I grieve, clenching my fingers, "this is INSANE!!!"
 
"Shh shh shh honey," I hushh him, holding him firm and looking deep in his eyes. I know my voice has a calming effect on himm so I start to talk, evenly, unhurriedly.

"It's okay, it's okay, sweetie," I say, smiling down at him and watching his eyes fall to my lips, "Everything's going to be fine. We'll take this one step at a time..."

He is quieting down, I can feel already. He's listening to my voice and watching me talk and he's not quite so upset. He's still confused, of course, but he's calming down.

"I'm a growing girl, we knew that," I continue, soothingly, "Don't worry about me. It's just been a little...growth spurt, recently <giggle!>" I let my smile curl just a little bit. "It's not all bad, is it?"

I giggle again.

"And you. You. You you you..." I tut, looking him over with a careful eye, "let's see where we are...here, let's do this..."

Still in my grip, I turn him, and then start to turn myself...
 
Watching her lips, watching her mouth form words draws me slowly away from my distress. It's weirdly almost hypnotizing, watching her talk. I barely register what she's saying, but it helps, her voice...

But now...what's she doing? She's spinning me, spinning herself. Lining us up, so that we're...back-to-back. Instructing me to stand up straight. I feel her big butt against my lower back, her shoulders against the back of my head. I'm confused, what is she-?

She giggles again, looking to the side, towards the wall, and the mirror I have on it...
 
"OMIGOD honey look at us!!!" I laughh, unable to hold back my mirth and exhilaration and utter amazement at how dramatic the difference is between those two people, that couple in the mirror.

He's so small. She's so big.

And that's us!

"I...I can't believe it!!!" I say, standing up straighter still and watching more of my head disappear under the frame of the mirror, "I've outgrown your mirror!!"

I hear and feel him <gulp>, swallowing dryly behind me

"Just like I'm outgrowing these clothes, obviously..." I laugh again, turnin my torso this way and that, emphasizing the tightness of my top, the thinness of my own waist and how much bigger I am...everywhere...than him. I am litterally head and shoulders taller than him!

outgrowing these clothes.

outgrowing this room.

outgrowing everything.


I'm close to laughing again - this is so crazy! - watching his eyes rove over us in the mirror, incredulous himself, like he's not believing his own eyes.

"It looks like the big just keep getting bigger," I say, almost to myself, standing up even straighter and smiling as I pull my shoulders back and marvel proudly at the dimensions of my chest.

His eyes absolutely goggle, and he mumbles something to me

"Oh, but I'm sorrrrry..!" I suddenly pout, surprised myself at my own crassness as I turn abruptly towards him, and turn him by the shoulders to face me, "I know I know I know...this is terrrible for you..."

My smile turns a bit wry; I raise my hands up into my hair. My big breasts are right in his face.

"...or is it?"
 
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