Jack's Curse
By Stewy


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After school ended for the day, I was forced to linger around till my wife
swung by to pick me up. When I got in the car, it was almost immediatly that
my wife began sniffing the air.

"Is that perfume I smell?" she asked me. A feeling of dread washed over me.

"Yes." I said, hanging my head low in shame.

My wife's eyes lit up. She glanced at my depressed face again and again as she
drove the car away from the school.

"Why you smell like perfume?" she asked.

"Because..." I began slowly, my shame welling up inside me, "One of my
students sexually assaulted me." I said, once again plopping my face in my
hands.

"What was her name?" she asked.

"Stacy Brigmond." I replied.

"Did she rape you?" She asked with a chuckle.

I looked up at my wife's face to shake my head, suprised to see that she
didn't seem the slightest bit angry. On the contrary, she was smiling. My
wife's finger began tickling the underside of my chin.

"Was she big and sexy?" my wife asked, sounding interested.

"Yeah, but..." I began, feeling confused.

"Did she have big breasts?" my wife asked huskily, unbuttoning her jacket and
pealing it back, displaying her taut white button down shirt with buttons
straining to contain her ample chest.

"Y... Yeah, but you're not..." I said weakly.

"As big as mine?" she asked, encouraging me to look at her for comparison.

"No... but..."

"Did she make you hard?" she asked, placing a large hand on my thigh and
giving it a firm squeeze.

Still confused by her questions and the fact that she didn't seem angry, my
head became jaded at the added sensations of her hand on my thigh.

My wife began to do her best Shirley Temple voice, "Did she give you a big
stiffy? Hrmmm?"

I looked up at her with my face twisted with confusion. Then I realized that
she was turned on by what I was telling her had happened. I was relieved that
she wasn't angry, but suprised at her reaction.

"Did she make it grow in your pants and then stroke it? Huh?" she asked, her
voice going up an octive when she said the word "Huh?"

Ashley's finger began to trace circles around my inner thigh, drawing them
closer and closer to my crotch as she spoke to me. I felt myself becoming
quickly aroused. Her fingers began rustling in my crotch, flicking around and
tickling me. I pushed her hand away.

"Cut it out." I told her sternly, feeling like she was belittling me.

"Awwww." she said, putting her other hand back on the wheel. "It's ok, you can
tell me honey. What'd she do?" she pried.

"I donno Ashley, I don't wanna talk about it anymore." I told her, trying to
make the organ that was snaking down my pants subside.

"Why? Are you getting excited?" she asked me in that same voice, teasing me.

"No. Just drop it ok?" I insisted.

"Ok honey, you can tell me about it later." she chirped.

"What did she mean later?" I wondered.

I was quickly discovering that not only had the size of my wife's body
changed, but her personality had changed as well. She seemed like a different
person than the woman I had married. It was as if my entire life had been
altered at the time of my shrinking.

We pulled into our drive walked in through the front door of our house. I
loosened my tie and sat on the second step of the staircase to loosen my shoes
and take them off. My wife pealed off her jacket and hung it in the closet
before unbuttoning several buttons at the top of her shirt, exposing the
creamy white flesh of her cleavage and a hint of the big lacy white bra
underneath.

As I pealed off my first shoe and began to loosen the other, my wife stepped
up to the flight of steps, standing over me imposingly for a moment before she
bent over and leaned toward me, pressing her breasts between her arms as her
hand extended to my face and brushed the back of her pointer and index finger
down my cheek. My body tingled as she touched me. She tickled my chin
affectionately and I smiled up at her, having difficulty looking at her face
with the swells of her chest looming so close to my head.

My wife motioned her head up the stairs and I stood up and walked up them,
walking into the bedroom to get changed. I pulled out a comfortable t-shirt
and a pair of loose shorts and I tossed them on the bed. I unzipped my fly and
dropped my pants to my ankles. With my pants around my legs, I was just
beggining to step out of them when I was pushed from behind unexpectedly. I
felt face first into the soft bed and turned around to see my enormous wife
pounce on me with a pair of handcuffs, cuffing one hand and dragging it
agressively up toward the bed post.

"Stop it Ashley. Not right now." I barked angrily. Ashley only giggled.

My flailing and squirming did nothing. Her newly expanded size handled me with
ease and soon I was cuffed to the bedpost with my pants around my ankles and
my wife straddling my knees. Holding herself up straight, she sat back on her
knees with her chest thrust out proudly in her white T-shirt as I struggled to
free myself below her pathetically, achieving zero results. She watched me
tire myself out for a while with a smile on her face. Then she slid backwards
against my body before leaning down on top of me, resting her chin on my thigh
with her hands crossed underneath it and her breasts on my knees.

"Now..." she said, taking two fingers and sliding them up and down my thigh.
"You wanted to tell me about the little girl at school?" she cooed.

"No, I said I didn't want to talk about it anymore." I said sternly. Ashley
smiled, sliding her soft fingers just slightly underneath the bottems of my
boxers, lingering closely to my soft penis.

"No?" she asked sweetly. "But I can make you." she said, her voice dropping
low as she craked a crooked grin, her fingers lingered inches away from my
genitals, slipping underneath my boxers. I felt myself stiffening.

I felt my wife's fingers begin to gently touch my soft member, assisting its
growth in my boxers. My boxers were tugged down to my knees. My wife's chin
slid higher up my thigh. She pursed her lips and blew a gust of warm air onto
my cock and balls. Then another. Then her body slid up against me, dragging
her breasts up my legs as she settled her face on its side, right next to my
package. Her lips rested an inch away from my manhood.

"C'mon Jack. Tell me. Tell me tell me tell me." she insisted, her fingers
fondling me gently, her words washed warm air on my penis as it lingered so
closely to her lips.

"Just tell me what she did to you. I want to know is all." she said, her mouth
just bairly touching my dick as it began to thicken and flop.

"No Ashley, just leave it ok?" I managed to say, my arousal weakening my
voice.

Ashley gave a playful pout.

"I want you to tell me Jack. And I can make guys do whatever I want." she told
me, her lips brushing against my manhood as she spoke.

"Right now I want you to get really hard." she whispered, her lips felt
incredible as they slid against my shaft with her words.

Ashley began sliding her palm up my turgid member. It was soon throbbing and
saluting her in full. She draped the back of her soft hand up and down it,
sliding against it softly. Her soft touch went up and down my shaft, up and
down up and down. It took a full 5 seconds for her to slide the back of her
hand all the way up, and another 5 on the way back down. She was giving me
that excrutiatingly slow stimulation again.

My hips bucked against her hand, hoping to find something to make contact
with, but she skillfully lifted her hand off everytime I lifted my hips. She
allowed me nothing but the slow soft touch she had delegated. In a few
minutes, I was already becoming frustrated, feeling the sensations of pleasure
causing my cock to twitch, nowhere near approaching the orgasm it desired.

"So Jack, what did she do to you? Hrmmm?" she prodded.

With my breath having been quickened and my arousal coursing through me,
speaking was indeed a challanging task.

"It... doesn't matter." I told her.

"Ok, then I guess it doesn't matter if I let you cum." she chirped, slowing
down her technique even more.

"I guess so." I responded defiantly. This caused Ashley to give me a sexy pout
with her plush lips. She stopped touching me and looked into my face a while
before cracking a playful sly grin.

Ashley's hand gripped my shaft with force as it began to pump at me in a fast
rythem. She began exhaling loudly onto my throbbing dick, washing it with her
hot breath as it sounded like she was faking an orgasm.

"Oohhhhhh!" she breathed loudly with exageration. "OHHhh! OHhHhh! OHhhHH!
Ohhhh! OHhhhh!" she panted, pumping at me furiously.

My orgasm approached with record speed, my hips began to buck as my cock
twitched, eagerly searching for release. Then she stopped, slowly sliding the
back of her hand up and down my shaft again with her excrutiatinly slow
rythem. I groaned and gritted my teeth. She quickly grabbed my shaft again and
pumped it furiously for 7 seconds, then stopped, returning to her slow
backhanded touch. She laughed loudly as my hips thrust high into the air.

"So... Did she give you a handjob?" she breathed. "Or did she put you in her
mouth?" she asked, pretending to slide my erection between her lips, but
stopping when they were an inch away and withdrawing them.

"ALRIGHT!" I panted. "She gave me a hug."

Ashley's eye's widened as she stared up at me. Her gaze felt like it was
burning a whole in my skull.

"Mmmm hrmmm. Go on." she said, her hand speeding up against me.

"That's it." I lied.

"Really?" she cooed in her Shirley Temple voice as she pouted up at me.

Ashley gripped me again and masturbated me with force. In a short while my
hips began rolling with her movements. I smiled with satisfaction as I was
highly anticipating release. Once again she stopped pumping me on the verge of
release and began slowly sliding the back of her hand up and down my shaft.

"Awwwwwww." she cooed as she watched my hips buck furiously into the air,
unable to orgasm.

"Are you sure that's all she did Jack? Maybe you should tell me the rest."
said Ashley, the back of her hand speeding up and torturing me.

"She... She squeezed me... against her." I stammered between breaths.

"Mmmm hrmmm."

"She s... s... smothered me..." I managed to get out, her soft hand speeding
up faster still.

"With her tits?" asked Ashley with a wide smile of amusement.

"Y... Yes." I stuttered.

"What else?" she asked.

"Her thigh... Her Thigh..." I was trying to speek, but having difficulty with
the pleasure my wife was causing to my body.

"Her thigh her thigh?" Ashley said amusedly, slowing down her touch.

"Her th... thigh in... my crotch..."

"Ohhh, I see." she said, looking up at me sexily and descending her lips
towards the head of my painfully stiff dick.

"Ohhh." I whined out loud, hoping against hope for her to slide me in her
mouth. Her lips once again stopped an inch away from me and cracked a smile.

"Oh C'MON!" I whined.

"She sat in my lap too!" I blurted out. "That's everything I swear!"

My evil wife looked up at me, reveling in her control over my body as her
tongue licked an inch of skin on the underside of my head, causing me to
lurch.

"Gooood boy. You could have just told me sooner. Than I would have done this."
she informed me before slowly descending her lips towards the tip of my head.

I was in agony. It felt like my balls were going to explode. My inner reflexes
were fearing her denial. But this time, her warm wet plush lips opened gently
and slid around my shaft. Her tongue lay flat against my shaft, sliding
against the underside of my dick as she slid her mouth downward. On the way
back up, I felt my orgasm already approaching critical mass. It only took 3
slow passes of her soft wet mouth before I erupted with a load that felt like
it could fill a coffee mug.

From an outside perspective, one could not tell that I was cumming aside from
the look on my face and the twitching of my body as not a single drop escaped
my sexy wife's waiting lips. All that cum I ejaculated seemed to stay in her
mouth as she continued to slide up and down my shaft tenderly, moaning and
humming against me. I thanked all the powers that were that I had been allowed
to orgasm. The pleasure that coursed through my body was so powerful, I felt
overcome with bliss. When I stopped squirting, my wife slid me from her mouth,
resting her cheek on my belly above my member. My cock was softening, but it
still twitched and spasmed against my skin.

"OOoooooh." she cooed. "Look at YOU!"

Ashley began sliding her fingers over my twitching member, coddling it like it
was a small pet mouse. Pleasure continued to run through me. My wife knew how
to make men happy. I was completely at her mercy as she toyed with my helpless
body.

"That was a GOOD one Jack. I'm so proud of you." she told me, still fondling
my penis, now fully soft.

"You were such a good boy. I think I'll make you something to eat." she said
matter of factly, climbing out of the bed and leaving me behind.

"Wait, Ashley. Could you uncuff..." she was gone.

10 minutes later, Ashley came back holding a tray with a bowl of soup, a
spoon, and some napkins. She walked over to the bed and placed it on my chest.
Then she walked around the bed and slid in beside me, draping her thigh across
my belly as she fixed the pillow beneath my head to be below my shoulders. Her
body lingered so close to me, and she purposefully placed her chest very close
to my head as she leaned over to pick up the spoon from the tray. I found
myself staring into the deep dark line of cleavage that formed in her exposed
white lace bra as she leaned into me. I swallowed loudly as Ashley spooned
some soup and raised it up towards me.

"It's onion soup Jack, you're favorite." she said with her arm around my head
and her tits almost touching my face. She lowered the spoon into my mouth and
I swallowed it.

"There we go. You've been such a good boy. Good boy's get rewarded." she said
in a baby doll voice.

The presence of Ashley's body was so arousing. I simply couldn't tear my eyes
away from her chest between spoonfulls of hot delicious soup. She watched me
staring and seemed to encourage it.

"They're big huh Jack?" she asked, looking into my eyes. "Big big big."

Despite my recent orgasm, she began to touch on my arousal. I felt myself
getting excited. I accidently missed some of a spoonfull of soup and it
dribbled down my chin.

"Oopsie!" she chirped, leaning over to pick up the napkin from the tray, her
breasts just bairly touched the side of my head before she began dabbing at
the frothy liquid on my chin. While she dabbed at me, she held another
spoonful above my mouth. She clumsily leaned over to put the napkin back down
and tipped the spoon over her ample breasts and splotched them with soup.

"Oh my!" she said, leaning over to pick the napkin back up and wipe the soup
off her breasts.

My tongue felt like it fell out of my mouth as I watched her wipe and dab at
her chest, causing them to wobble gently. I felt my naked erection stiffen in
full down below the tray and my wife's thick sexy thigh.

"All done!" she chirped after helping me to the last few spoonfulls.

I felt my wife's leg slide down my body, brushing my throbbing prick firmly
with the underside of her thigh as she slid it across my body, withdrawing
from me. She walked around the bed and picked the tray up off me and carried
it to her dresser and sat it down before returning to me. She returned to the
same position and playfully pet my hair with her breasts lingering painfully
close to my head.

"Did she know what she was doing to me?" I wondered. "Of course she does. And
she loves it." my mind uttered.

As her thigh slid up my belly, my penis twitched and I let out a soft whimper.

"Ohhhh. You poor thing." she cooed, sliding her breasts up closer to me,
pressing them into the side of me head.

I turned my head into them hungrily. Seeking the maximum sexual contact with
my cocktease wife, frustrated by her body and light touch. The soft flesh of
her breasts felt incredible against my face. I sighed with pleasure as she
pushed me gently into her, sliding her thigh up and down my torso.

"That's a good boy. That's a good boy." she coddled, petting my hair.

I felt my wife slide her leg down across my throbbing erection. It slid down
and up, down and up, down and up. I began to roll my hips with her with my
face in her tremendous breasts.

"Such a good little boy. Mommy doesn't tease good little boys." she cooed,
sliding her thigh more firmly into me, smushing my erection against my lower
abdomen as it slid upward.

I gasped with pleasure and my wife slid on top of me to straddle my hard prick
with her hips. Her hips began grinding fiercely into me through the material
of her skirt and panties. I felt her huge soft ass fill my crotch as it pushed
into me again and again, dry humping me with force. Her arms slid up my chest
and pressed her breasts together as she sat up straight, grinning down at me
as she dry fucked me. The flesh of her soft ass pressing into me was too much.
I didn't last long and felt myself let go with an weakened orgasm due to the
tons of cum I had dumped into her mouth so shortly ago.

Ashley smiled and giggled cheerfully as she grinded into me, working out all
my semen onto her skirt. My hips humped into her, assisting her in her task of
getting me off. Soon my orgasm ended, but Ashley kept straddling me, resting
her big butt on my softening member, undulating it gently. Ashley leaned over
and draped her torso on mine, bringing her face right next to mine. She stared
into me, as if analyzing my face.

"You liked that didn't you Jack?" she asked.

Ashley climbed off me, uncuffed me, and hopped in the shower.

The next few days I spent adapting to my new size and new life. My wife seemed
to keep me in a constant state of arousal whenever we were at home. She would
linger her body as close to me as possible, sitting next to me, standing next
to me, she loved being close to me and the effect her body had on mine. I
became intoxicated by her presence. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

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Several days later I was at school teaching. I actually had a pretty good day.
We covered functions that day and I was suprised at how quickly most of my
classes picked it up. Usually that part of the text book is aggravating to
explain. Stacy Brigmond had worn a pair of white short shorts and a purple low
cut tank top, but I found myself not being all that distracted by her. I was
more thinking of my wife and what she was going to do to me when I got home.
Not interested in having another one of our "episodes," I just corrected
Stacy's tests and quizes, giving her all A's and B+'s.

I was done with classes for the day, and sitting in my office when the phone
rang.

*Ring* *Ring*

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi sweety. How's your day?" asked my wife warmly.

"Just about winding down I guess. Grading a few papers. You swinging by to
pick me up?" I asked.

"Not just yet, I have to stay at the office another hour." she informed me.

"Oh ok."

*Creeaaak* the door to my office swung open and Stacy walked in with her hair
done up in long blonde pigtails.

"Mr.Carter?" asked Stacy, creeping into the room.

"Is that her?" asked my wife on the other end of the phone.

"Yes." I replied, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"Oh, you're on the phone. That's ok, I can wait." she said perkily, seating
herself on a chair on the other side of my desk.

"Look honey, I should probably go." I told her, eager to get rid of Stacy as
quickly as possible.

"No, let me talk to her." insisted my wife.

"What? Why?" I asked her.

"Just hand her the phone."

"Uhhhh... ok." I responded, thinking maybe she was going to tell her to leave
me alone.

"Stacy?" I asked, grabbing her wandering attention.

"Yeah?" she chirped.

"My wife wants to talk to you." I told her, handing her the phone.

Stacy looked partially confused, and partially scared as she took the phone to
her ear.

"Hello." greeted Stacy.

"Nice to meet you too." she said.

"Uh huh. Ok. Hehe." she giggled, her eyes turned to me and fixed her attention
on me.

My eyebrows raised as I began to seriously wonder what they were talking
about.

"Really? Are you sure? Oh I'd love to." she said enthusiastically, cracking a
wry smile.

"Right. Right. Haha, no problem." she laughed.

I began to fidget in my chair. Stacy handed me back the phone.

"Hi honey. So... What'd you guys talk about?" I asked her. Stacy began
sauntering around my desk, sitting her butt down on my desk next to me, those
gorgeous legs crossed sexily in her short shorts.

"Oh, I just told her to take off her shorts and suck you off." said Ashley
calmly.

"WHAT?" I cried.

*Zzziiiiippp* Stacy began tugging off her shorts, revealing a tight pair of
white panties with flowers on them.

"Uhhhh. No. Were in my office. Anyone could walk in." I defended myself,
flabbergasted at the situation.

"C'mon Jack. This will be fun." she said excitedly.

"This is sick! I won't do this. I could lose my job. I'm hanging up." I told
my wife on the phone.

"DON'T YOU DARE HANG UP ON ME!" she snapped.

I had never heard my wife yell at me like that before. I was actually afraid.

"O... ok honey, I'm sorry." I said nervously.

Stacy tossed her shorts under my desk and spun around to give me a full view
of her body. She stepped in between my legs and her soft legs slid against my
knees. I tried to push her with my free hand, but she easily forced it aside,
crawling under my desk.

"Get out of there!" I barked. "Stop it!"

"Quiet down Jack. You wouldn't want someone to hear you would you?" said
Ashley teasingly.

"She's right." thought Jack, instantly quieting down as Stacy tugged his
rolling chair fiercely under the desk.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked my wife.

"Because it turns me on Jack. Don't pretend you don't like it." she told me,
sounding like a sexual predator.

I felt Stacy's soft hands slide up my legs and fidget in my crotch.

*Zzzziiiiiipppp* my fly was slowly zipped down.

"Oh my god." I cried, pushing my chair out of the desk as hard as I could, but
it didn't budge. Stacy somehow had it braced against her legs, holding my
stomach pinned against the desk as I felt her hot lips slip onto my flacid
member. She began mouthing and nibbling at it.

"OOooohhh jesus." I gasped.

"Now Jack. I want you to imagine it's me between your legs." she whispered
huskily.

"What?" I said, my breath quickening.

"You feel those lips around you? Those are my big warm lips on your soft
cock." she whispered.

"Uhhh, right." I said, the pleasure on my prick began coursing through my
body, causing me to stiffen in Stacy's hot mouth.

*Sllluurrrrppp* *Shhlliiipp* *Slluurrppp* Stacy sucked softly at my now saliva
coated prick.

"Oh that feels so soft. So wet. Doesn't it baby?" she cooed into the phone.

"It feels so hot. So tender." she continued.

I didn't really know what to say, and speaking became increasingly difficult
as I was now fully hard.

"My gosh Jack, you feel so stiff between my lips." she whispered.

*Sllluurrrrppp* *Shhlliiipp* *Slluurrppp*

"Ok, tell her to go faster." said Ashley calmly.

"Wuhh.. What?" I said, boggled.

"TELL HER to go FASTER." she commanded.

"I... I..."

"JACK?" she said sternly.

"Ok... Faster." I said reluctantly.

Stacy's head began to bob up and down quicker and quicker, increasing her pace
to full speed.

*Shlip* *Shlip* *Slllurrp* *Shlip* *Shlip* *SHHhhllluuurrrpppp*

"Are you gonna cum Jack? Hrmm?" cooed my wife on the line.

*CCreeeaaaaakk* the door opened and Principle Langen walked in.

"Oh hey there Jack, I just came to pick up the field trip slips you
collected... say... You don't look so good." said Principle Langen as my wife
began moaning and panting on the phone sexily.

My face must have been bright red. I felt a little sweat on my forehead. I was
putting on my best straight face, pretending to be in an important phone call,
though my face was grunting and flinching against my will as Stacy slurped on
my rod under the desk. I prayed too god Principle Langen didn't hear the soft
sucking noises from Stacy's wet mouth.

"Yeah... hehe..." I replied stupidly.

"They're... right... there." I managed to squeeze out, pointing to the edge of
the desk to a pile of signed field trip forms.

"Oh god, you're just about to burst aren't you Jack? When you do, I want you
to squirt it all in my hot wet mouth so I can taste it. Then I'll lick it all
up and swallow every last drop. Ok?" my wife cooed through the phone.

"Oh great. Jeese Jack, are you coming down with something?" asked the
Principle concenedly.

*Shlip* *Shlip* *Slllurrp* *Shlip* *Shlip* *SHHhhllluuurrrpppp*

"Hehe... Yeah... Maybe." I stuttered, using every ounce of willpower to keep
my torso straight and still as I attempted to hold a straight face.

"OOOoooooo here it comes." cooed my wife.

Stacy sped up even faster, accidently bumping her head on the bottem of the
desk.

*ShlipShlipShlip* *SlurpShlipShlip* *SlhllooopShlipslurp*

"Say what was that?" asked Principle Langen.

"Air... Conditioner." I stammered with an incredibly fake and forced smile.

"Oh... We'll have to get that fixed." said the Principle.

I was teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"I think you should take the next couple days off Jack, I don't want the rest
of my staff getting sick." he informed me.

"ok." I squeeked, my voice sounding 2 octaves too high.

"I can feel your cum dribbling down my throat Jack. It feels so hot."
whispered my Wife on the phone as I ejaculated into Stacy's mouth.

*ShlipShlipShlip* *SlurpShlipShlip* *SlhllooopShlipslurp*

I failed to stifle a loud groan. The principle looked at me strangely. It must
have seemed like I was trying to take a dump in my office chair as I gritted
my teeth into a ridiculously contorted smile.

"Ok... uhh... well thanks for the forms Jack. Get some rest." said Principle
Langen, leaving my office.

*Creeeaaaak* *Thunk* the door closed.

"PUuuuuh!" I exhaled, gasping for air as my body spilled onto the desk in
front of me, my hips began twitching and bucking at the sensations of my penis
being in Stacy's hot wet mouth. My wife continued to pant loudly into the
phone.

"That tasted SOOooo good Jack. I'm gonna lick it all up." whispered my wife
sexily.

*Thup* *Thup* *Thup* *Thup* my wife's tongue began to beat against her phone
at the other end of the line, lapping at it hungrily.

Though my shaft was softening, Stacy still hadn't released me. I pushed the
chair back but it wouldn't budge. She began lapping at my shaft and balls,
cleaning me off. My cock twitched at her minstrations.

"OOhhh jesus." I whined.

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The next day I woke up and my wife was already left for work. I showered,
munched a bagel with cream cheese, and whipped out the yellow pages.

"Psychic... Psychic... Psychic..." my mind repeated like a mantra as I flipped
through the pages.

"Psychology. No. Psychiatry. No." my inner monologue ran.

"Ah HA!" I declared, having found the page I was looking for.

Several adds looked extremely cheesy, with pictures of old women holding their
hands over giant crystal balls and smoke bellowing around them. Some of them
just had a few words written on them. I tried to find the one that was closest
to where I lived.

"Oh look at that. There's a few of them downtown." I thought to myself.

I called a cab and it arrived at my house shortly after. After I opened the
door and got in the cab, I gave the greasy looking italian cabby the adress
and he looked at me awkwardly, but nodded. 8 minutes later, we pulled up in
front of a really battered old house. The sign on the front had broken off one
of its hinges and read "Madam Esvinie" in faded letters that were pointed 45
degrees downward.

I payed the cabby and got out, slowly walking towards the old wooden house
that looked like it was in desperate need of a renevation. I walked up the
steps and dodged a few holes in the wood where the wood was rotted out. I
gripped the screen door and pulled it open and the whole thing fell off and
out. I struggled to hold it upright. I layed it against the banister on the
steps and looked around to see if anyone was nearby. The old red wooden door
behind the screen was partially open already. I knocked on it and it opened
slightly more.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Hello? Madam Esvinie? Hello?" I called through the door. Looking around once
again, I decided to push the door gently open. I walked in and found myself
surrounded by dusty old books and strange antiques. This house was very old
indeed. Walking down the hallway I looked up at old framed black and white
pictures of gaunt, thin looking, pastey people that were posing together as if
they were family.

"Hello?" I called.

"Vat are yew do-ink here?" called a voice with a strange ukranian sounding
accent.

I spun around, startled. I saw a middle aged woman with long black hair and an
ugly round face looking at me intimidatingly.

"I... Read your ad in the yellow pages. I came here for help." I told her.

"Vat ad? I haf no ad." she said, sounding skeptical.

"Right well. I will pay you if you help me." I told her.

"Money ees good. Come." she said, signaling me to follow her.

"Well that went well I guess." I told myself.

Madam Esvinie led me through a dusty old den with a stone fireplace and old
beat up couches. We arrived in a smaller room with a round wooden table that
looked fairly new. It was covered in a red table cloth and it had a crystal
ball sitting towards the far side. She flicked on the overhead lamp as she
walked in.

"Please. Sit." she told me, gesturing to a chair.

She walked around the table and sat in her chair, sliding the crystal ball
toward her.

"See, my problem is well..." I began to tell her.

"Shh!" She quickly shushed me. "Yew calm your mind. Think of nothink." she
told me.

"Uhhh... Ok." I said, closing my eyes and trying to blank my mind.

Madam Esvinie put her hands on the crystal ball, closed her eyes, and went
silent. About 20 seconds later, she began laughing out loud. I opened my eyes
and lifted one side of my lips, tilting my head. The woman shook her head at
me and spoke.

"Yew are in deep shiet yes?" she asked me.

"What? Uhhh... what do you mean deep shiet?" I asked, miming the awkward way
she pronounced the word "shit".

"Yew have been cursed." she told me simply.

"Uhhhh, right." I said, believing her mystical words in full.

"You are in big trouble. It will only get worse." she informed me.

My inner organs squirmed at the thought.

"What would happen?" I wondered. "Would I get even smaller?" "Would my life
change even more?"

"Ok Ok, so how do I fix it? I want it gone." I told her.

Madam Esvinie let out another harty laugh.

"Whoever did this to yew must have been very mad. There es no reversing eet."
She told me.

My heart sank into the ground.

"How do you know? There could be a way you don't know about." I told her,
challanging her authority.

"I know everythink." she responded.

"Oh bullshit!" I yelled, feeling full of dispair.

"You stoopid man. This ees your own fault. You pay up now." she barked.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"Thanks a LOT." I said sarcastically.

I pulled out my wallet and tossed a couple twenties on the table and stormed
out.

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*Ring* *Ring*

My cellphone rang once I was outside the beaten up old house. I kicked the
screen door out of my way, walking down to the black pavement and answering my
phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi there honey." said my Wife's voice that always seemed to be sounding
frisky these days.

"Hi sweetie. How's work?" I asked her.

"Oh, it's great. How's your day off?" she asked me.

"Could be better." I said truthfully.

"How about catching a cab down to the office and joining me for lunch?" she
suggested.

"Sure thing honey. I'm on my way." I told her.

"Oh goodie. Sorry, can't talk long right now." she said busily.

"Oh... Oh sure no problem." I responded. "See you soon then."

"Yeah. Love you. Bye."

*click*

I called the same cabby and the greasy italian man took me to my wife's
office. I had to show the guard at the front my driver's license in order to
prove I was Ashley's husband. I went up the elevator and walked down the hall,
suddenly feeling quite underdressed in the office environment. This building
was very high class and huge. A couple people glanced at me as I walked down
the hall towards my Wife's office, probably taking notice of how short I was.

I saw the sign on the side of my wife's office. It read "Ashley Carter - VP".
I heard my wife's voice as I rounded the corner. She was talking to a client
on the phone and her cheeks perked up when she saw me. She smiled and pointed
to one of the waiting chairs on the far side of her room, apparently not
wanting me to take seat in the chair on the other side of her desk.

She was wearing her usual looking atire. A black jacket with a matching black
skirt and a white button down formal shirt that was buttoned all the way up to
the collar. Her hair was pulled back without a single strand lingering, pushed
back into a tightly packed bun.

"No no, I told you... The new models work, we just had a bad shipment. The
next one will be here in a few days." she spoke into the phone, pausing for a
bit to hear the person on the other end talk.

"Well. If you want to talk about it fine, I'm up in my office. Otherwise just
deal with it." she said into the phone, hanging it up.

"Hiiii Jack." she said, sauntering over to me, bending over and giving me a
peck on the cheek.

"Are you hungry?" she asked. I nodded in reply.

"Ok, it's gonna be just a little while longer ok?" she asked.

"Oh yeah sure. I'll just wait here." I told her patiently, knowing full well I
had nothing to do and nowhere to be.

My wife smiled at me and sauntered back to her desk. She looked at herself in
a tall mirror as she began unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt. I stared at
her quizically, but in obvious interest as she undid several of her buttons,
twisting her hips to stare at her glorious backside that was presented in her
tight skirt that only went halfway down her thighs. I sat and oggled my wife's
body as she used her hands to straighten her shirt and pluck at an eyelash.
She ran her hands down her shirt again and sat back in her chair. The cleavage
she now sported was more than distracting to the eye. She saw me looking at
her and grinned at me.

Just then a tall black man wearing a blue button down shirt with a strange tie
and sharp black pants came walking in, looking frustrated. He turned to
acknowledge my presence before going about ignoring me like I wasn't there. He
walked up to Ashley's desk and sat in his chair.

"Mrs.Carter, I mean no disrespect, but with this time delay, we could miss our
deadline." the man told my wife.

My wife nodded and picked up a large expensive looking pen. She held it
parallel to the ground in front of the exposed swells of her chest and began
twisting at the cap. She listened to the black man go on and on about how it
put added pressure on his division. She pulled the cap off and twisted it
around before sliding it back on. Her fingers were so delicately handling the
pen, it made me think of the way she stroked me when she had me in bed.

The pen's cap popped off, twisted around slowly and gently slid back on. She
kept twisting it off with her meticulous fingers again and again in front of
her breasts. I began to become aroused just watching it. I turned my head to
look away and tried to think of the old ukranian woman that had just ripped me
off. I listened as the black man's voice became less angry and more docile.

"Is it too hard for you to handle Mike?" her voice sounded soft and sensual.
She continued to play with the pen, opening it and closing it again and again
as she pretended to be harmlessly fidgeting.

"Not necessarily." he said, his voice sounding weak and defensive.

"Oh I think it is. I think it's MUCH too hard for you." she said, her voice
was insinuatively sexual.

"I can just ask Harry to do it if you're going to be so stiff." she told the
man with her sensual voice.

"No... It's just... The contracts to go with them." he pleaded, his tone
having dropped any hint of aggression.

"They're too big for you to handle then?" she asked, setting her pen down as
her lips opened seductively. She tilted her head slightly to one side
appraisingly as she took a long deep breath.

"I..." The black man began.

I wasn't sure if he was trying to talk, or just had nothing to say, but he was
staring at the dark line of cleavage presented so purposefully in front of
him.

"I'll just call Mr.Welsby and tell him that they're too big for your little
hands to take care of then shall I?" she said, picking up the phone.

The man seemed to snap out of a daze.

"No, please don't. I'm sorry Mrs.Carter, I won't complain anymore." he said
like he was puddy in her hands.

He stood up from his chair awkwardly and walked very quickly out of her
office. Though he did no acknowledge my presence, anyone within a 20 foot
radius would have noticed the tent in his pants. I was stiffening myself from
having watched my wife in action. I looked back over at Ashley to see her
buttoning her shirt back up and fixing herself in the mirror again. She looked
at her watch.

"Ope, look at the time. Let's go to lunch." said my wife.

"Okey Doke." I responded, eager to get some food in my stomach.

"Oopsie, wouldn't want to forget my purse." declared my wife, walking across
her office towards the black purse resting in the corner.

A smile crept across my face as I watched my wife bend at the hips to pick up
her purse. I raised my eyebrows in appreciation of the round swells of her
bottem that pushed generously into her skirt.

Something was strange all of a sudden, my wife wasn't bending back up after
she grabbed the purse. I turned to look out of her office and I saw a man
staring at a paper walking by, frozen in mid stride.

Mental pictures shot into my head like an internal slide show that was forced
upon me. Unknown voices blurred through my ears at a speed to fast to decipher
them. I saw the principle at the high school I worked at refusing my
application to work there. I saw my wife, she was sitting next to me at a
bench in the park, I was only as tall as her breasts sitting down, she was
gigantic, smiling down at me and proposing to me. I saw myself at the alter,
marrying a woman with long dark hair I assumed to be my wife, only I was only
as tall as her waist. Images of myself in my old highschool flashed before me,
only I was some kind of 3 foot tall shrimp and everyone was making fun of my
height. Then I saw my wife cradling a baby with a full head of dark brown hair
to her chest, grinning a smile of utter contentment. I heard a noise that
sounded like somebody sucking on a lollipop and a femenine moan. All the
sights and sounds pounded through my brain for a moment that was less then 2
seconds. It left me shaking my head with confusion, my eyes blinking.

My visual perception faded into bluriness before clearing back to normal in a
split second. It seemed like my head was involuntarily moving towards my
wife's chest in front of me, causing it to seem to grow before shrinking back
to normal as my vision returned to its normal positions. It then seemed like
my perception of reality was one that was looking through a windshield that
bent, warped, and rippled like water before taking 3 or 4 seconds to settle
back down.

"Smaller." An old voice whispered in my head softly.

"No." I thought to myself. "NO!" I yelled out loud.

**RUMBLE** A noise rumbled that sounded like heavy rocks grinding together as
my head panned around the room in panic and fear.

The chair next to me began to rise higher and higher as the ceiling drifted
further and further away. The desk seemed to grow and grow as I shrank and
shrank downward to the ground.

I looked over at my wife's rear end to see it swelling and expanding in her
skirt, stretching the line cut in the back of it wider apart, exposing more of
her thighs that were morphing in front of me.

Then the man outside began walking again and my wife bent back upwards with
her purse in hand.

"Dear god." I thought to myself, seeing my wife's new body walking towards me.
It had a new bounce to it as her breasts had swelled to a double E, and her
waist had shrunk even further. Her hips had grown wider and her face had
gotten sharper and foxier. Her chest wobbled gently as her footsteps
approached me.

I stared forward as my wife walked towards me and I found myself staring
straight ahead into the crotch of her skirt as she dropped a hand down toward
me. I craned my neck up and up and up, but I couldn't see the Ashley's smile
due to the obstruction of my vision by her tremendously commanding chest. I
offered her my hand with my eyes wide and my jaw still hanging out. I felt
like a child being walked by his mother as she led me out of her office
holding my hand.

On the way out I glanced at the sign on her office door that read "Ashley
Carter - C.E.O."

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