A Heist Gone Wrong
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Jayla Silvers waited at her table, waiting patiently for her date. The African-American woman was dressed to impress. Her gold-trimmed red dress showed off her generously sized breasts and ass. Its patterns, along with her hair done up in a short afro, helped sell the look of an exotic mistress. But she wasn’t there for her date’s money or his personality, for that matter. Instead, she was there to commit corporate espionage. Her target, one Dr. Mikel Row, was the lead scientist on a project that could change the world forever, and her employer wanted to be the one to profit. She locked her eyes on the target, a solid five foot, just four inches shorter than her, skinny as a pencil, and with thick glasses. The white bastard had no idea how pathetic she thought he was, and he never would if things went according to plan.
“I’m so sorry I’m late!” He exclaimed as she sat down across from Jayla, huffing and panting as he did. “My work called and, um, well, I’ll tell you after dessert!”
“Are you in trouble with that ass-hole boss of yours?” She said, her mock concern and frustration being indistinguishable from the real thing. The concerned yet strong-willed lover being her act for this job, she internally groaned, remembering all the times she had to baby the dweeb.
“No, no, like I said, after dinner. I just want to enjoy our night together.”
“Whatever you say, suger~.” Jayla already knew why he was late, and every detail of what he would tell her. She just needed to play him just right, and she would be at least a tenth of as rich as her own ass-hole boss would be when she was done. So Jayla went through the motions of her date the same way she spent the last three months, faining concern for how hard he was working, and insisting that he stand up for himself more, even threatening to go down to his workplace and deal with his coworkers herself. It was less a motherly love she faked and more a, sexy protective older step-sister vibe. At least, that was how she mentally constructed it. They were most of the way through their lava cakes when he finally told her what her informants had already briefed her on that morning.
“So um… Fuck, this is hard to say!” He said, slamming his fork on the table in frustration.
“Mike.” Jayla moved her hand to hold his, looking him in the eyes with a well-practiced look of fierce protectiveness. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together.” He then took a deep breath before continuing to speak.
“My company thinks the project I’m working on might be compromised. So everyone working on it will have to move to an off-sight facility to finish the final stage.”
“How off-sight?”
“An uncharted island in the Caribbean, well, not that uncharted, but governments don’t know about it.” The shock and horror on her face masked the sheer glee that truly coursed through her. This was her moment. She couldn’t mess this up!
“The Caribbean!? What about us!? How long do you plan on being there!?”
“Baby, please!” Mike said in a hushed tone looking around, completely clueless that the spy he was worried about was sitting across from him. “It might be for a while… But… Um…” He started sweating profusely.
“But what?”
“They are letting people bring their families, so you might be able to come. If you agree to sing some papers…” He then pulled out a box, flipped it open, and showed a stunning ring with a knuckle-sized ruby in it. “…And if you say yes.”
“Oh, sugar.” Jayla had been proposed to by so many of her targets that she had a collection of wedding rings at her actual address. She cried her well-practiced happy crying and practically climbed over the table to hug him. “Yes, yes, oh a thousand times yes!”
“Thank you!” He cried genuine tears to match her fake ones. “I know we haven’t been together for that long, but I just know you’re the one!” She had heard the same things a thousand times, and with how fabulously she was aging, she might have it in her to listen to it a thousand more. She wondered if he would kill himself like some of the others she used and left in the dust. But quickly tossed those ideas away as her evil plans unfolded.
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Mike usually worked nights, so early in the morning was the perfect time for her to break into the lab. She had everything she needed for the operation, gadgets designed to remove all obstacles in her path stealthily. With the small arsenal she had in her infiltration suit, this should have been easy. But Jayla was shocked to discover Mike in the living room waiting for her.
“I was wondering when you were going to try something,” Mikel said, not looking nearly as surprised as he should have been seeing his beloved fiance ready to storm a heavily fortified installation.
“Mike? Sugar, why are you up?”
“Don’t sugar me. I’ve been on to you since our third date.” Jayla took a deep frustrated breath. She pulled out her air gun and lined it up perfectly with his angry eyes.
“This isn’t how it should have ended, but at least the broken heart I’m leaving behind won’t be beating for long!”
“You talk too much. Funny how that’s what will get you in the end.” Jayla scoffed before hearing a loud click. How long had that box been on his lap? How long was his finger on the big red button on top of it? These questions were quickly forgotten as every cell in her body felt like it was made of fire. She fell to the floor screaming and crying, almost passing out several times just from the pain alone. What was probably just a few moments of pain felt more like an eternity of agony, a pain so potent that it altered her very perception of reality.
“Sorry about the pain,” Mike said unconvincingly, sounding much louder than before. “This is the prototype you see. All the bugs have been worked out of the final product. It’s actually a very pleasant experience with the finished model.” His footsteps sounded thunderous, and when her head was finally clear enough to make out the world around her, Jayla screamed in horror. At first, she thought Mike had gotten bigger, but looking around, seeing that she was standing in the caller of her now massive empty clothes, it all became clear to her.
“What!? How did you!? The device was supposed to still be in the prototype stage!” Jayla screamed as her new size sank in, and as Mike got closer and closer, she decided to run.
“That was the information we allowed to leak, yes,” Mike said as he slowly walked behind the now tiny woman, keeping pace with her as she ran as fast as she could. “Truth is, we’ve had working shrinking devices for years. Honestly, the boss should have sold them years ago, but no, he decided to pull this infantile bull shit.” The tiny spy looked frantically for any way to escape. Hope swelled in her when she saw the screen door to the balcony was open. You know he’s had us building satellites. In an hour, he’s planning on sending a broadcast demanding the world surrender to him, or he shrinks everyone. I mean, world domination? The fool was already rich enough to buy five or six small countries already, and my invention could have made him wealthy enough to buy ten more!" Jayla ran as fast as she could, her lungs burning and legs aching from how hard she pushed herself. She just needed to get a little farther. But it was all for not, as he just took two steps and picked her up in one hand. “But I have a feeling that Manhatten getting downsized doesn’t matter to you, even if you were not currently four inches tall.”
“Sugar, please, you know I would nev-” Jayla was then cut off, the air being forced from her lungs as her fiance lightly squeezed her tiny body. He didn’t even apply that much force, but it was enough to make her begin fading in and out.
“I really wanted to be wrong about you, and I wanted to believe that someone would love me for me. But all it took was a DNA test and a background check to confirm what I’d known since middle school. No one likes guys like me, so I used you like you tried to use me.” Mike dropped her before she could entirely loos consciousness. Looking around, she saw she was on their bed. He must have walked back into the bedroom while he was crushing her.
“Mike, please, forgive me!” She begged as she got onto her knees before the titanic man loomed over her. “I swear my feelings for you were honest! The money was just too good, and I was weak! Please, Mike, I do love you!” The giant loomed over her in a mock thinking pose, everything she said to try and get him to spare her life was a blatant lie, but she hoped that it would be enough to keep her alive for even a moment longer.
“Prove it.” He said in a mocking tone as he loosened his pants and let them, as well as his underwear, drop to the floor. Jayla went wide-eyed in horror. His average-sized masculinity was now more than a tiny head taller than she was.
“Y-You know, I could do a better job if I were just a bit taller.”
“No. Please me as you are, and if you are a good little whore, I might let you off the hook.” She bristled at that remark. All the fake affection evaporated as she glared up at him. Mike then moved onto the bed, making her fall over from how much it shook. He leaned back on the headboard, half lying down with the tiny woman between his legs. “Now get to work before I change my mind about giving you this chance to save your hide, sugar.” Jayla snarled at the cocky bastard as she did as she was told. She had formulated her plan of attack. She mounted the shaft, facing away from him, and started grinding on him. It was so surreal. Just three days prior, she was milking that pale dick with her mouth, and now she was so small that even the idea of trying seemed ridiculous.
“This doing anything for you~?” The little lady asked in as sensual a tone as possible, looking back and trying not to glare at the smug fuck.
“Oh, I think you could do better. Hell, I know you can. How often did you throw yourself at me to try and sell the supportive girlfriend act?” Jayla scoffed. If that’s how he wanted to play it, that was fine with her. She then laid face down along his cock, licking and kissing at his massive manhood as she rubbed her chest, belly, and crotch against him. Nearly bucked off by how it twitched in pleasure beneath her, that idea that Mike was getting off to forcing a helpless woman to please him was a little surprising. He didn’t seem the type. But then again, she did try to emotionally manipulate him for profit, so it might just be revenge getting him going. “Fuck I need more!”
“Wh-What do you mea-EEEEP!” He then grabbed her up and moved her to his mouth. He then began to slobber all over her, sucking and nibbling it, his heart’s delight. Making sure she had a thick layer of his spit clinging to her body before pressing her to the underside of his dick and using her as a masturbation aide. Being pressed against him so hard that it was hard to breathe and being rubbed up and down so fast it was making her head spin. But then, for about a moment or so, Mike’s grip became so tight that it nearly crushed the life out of her. She could feel his cum shooting out of his cock, and the moment he finished, he went limp and dropped her.
“Fuck, I don’t think you could have made me cum that hard at your normal size!” Mike panted. Jayla ached all over, feeling like she got into a fight with a buffalo and lost. Then, an explosion was heard, and Mike got up and started getting dressed. “And that would be the UN task force I tipped off to the location of this place. Yes, your not the only one who can smell an opportunity to profit from fucking someone over.” He then got his bags together and grabbed Jayla up as well. “Congratulations, you get to survive this. Keep up the good work, and you might even live to see old age.” Mike mocked as he bound the poor tiny up in rubber bands and threw her in his suitcase.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up…” She whimpered as she felt the suitcase lifted and carried off. She woke up less than an hour ago, knowing she was going to become one of the wealthiest women in the world. And now, she lives at the mercy of a man she tried to use and even kill. She didn’t believe in God, but at that moment, she prayed with all her might that this was all just a bad dream.
