Chapter 9

Katherine lay in bed a few hours later, staring up at the ceiling with a vacant expression that reflected the growing emptiness and despair that was encompassing her. She had no idea how she had managed to get home, especially after the cruel and merciless treatment Junko had put her through. The demonic girl had proceeded to grind and mash Katherine’s entire body into the ground, twerking and her huge ass cheeks up and down, up and down, as she used her overwhelming weight to crush Katherine. The poor, tiny, emaciated woman had thought that this was surely it — surely, she was going to die now. She couldn’t move; she couldn’t breathe; she couldn’t see or hear anything other than the rushing roar of Junko’s huge ass grinding down onto her hapless body, the whole horror scene serenaded by the demon’s mirthless, girly laughter high up above her.

The worst part about it all had, of course, been that despite Junko’s cruel, crushing treatment, Katherine had been so aroused, so hopelessly turned-on, that she would have gladly consented to Junko breaking every bone in her body, if only it meant that she would be allowed to cum. But the demon girl was not going to let her get off that easily — instead, she had kept Katherine on edge the entire time, teasing her without pause with her giant ass, crushing the air out of her, then letting up and allowing her to beg for release, before coming back down on her hard, laughing all the while. Katherine had been driven so far out of her own head that eventually, she just lay there on the grass, yelling out at every chance she had:

“Please!!! Please Junko….pleeeeeeasse let me cummmm!!!”

But of course, Junko had not let her cum. The demon seemed like she was having the time of her life, grinding her ass down on Katherine’s face, as she looked up at the sky, lifting up her arms as she sang:

“I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk…Get you love drunk off my hump!”

Katherine had been at her wit’s end, and was about to completely submit and give up every ounce of her being to Junko’s ass, when suddenly, the giant girl wasn’t there anymore. Katherine opened up her eyes and found that she was still just lying on her back, in the middle of a stranger’s front lawn, with a gathering crowd of people surrounding her, looking down on her with disgusted disapproval. She heard the crowd whispering amongst themselves.

“She’s lost her mind…”

“God, look at her! She looks like she hasn’t eaten in weeks…”

“Gross!”

“She was yelling about “cumming”…doesn’t she have any decency?”

“No respect for the neighborhood…”

“It’s disgusting, really…”

“I’ve called the police…”

Katherine’s eyes had darted around the leering faces of the gathering crowd, the panic and shame growing in her. She remembered that no one else could see Junko but her; it was deeply disquieting to imagine what her behavior looked like to everyone else. Then, suddenly, she spotted Junko in the crowd, her face peering down at Katherine’s pathetic form as she shook her head, closed her eyes, and spoke seriously:

“It’s all to do with the overexposure of prurient topics by the media…this is what you get…shameless cupidity…so sad, really…she used to be a respected member of society, and look at her now.”

Katherine had felt her anger suddenly rage up within her, and she struggled to her feet, glaring up at Junko. But when she tried to find the demon girl’s face in the crowd, all she saw were other people’s faces, their eyes widening in repulsed surprise, as they all moved back, away from the tiny, emaciated husk of a woman. The crowd buzzed with exclamations:

“Oh god! She got up!”

“Ugh! Look at her tiny legs! She can barely stand!”

“Stand back everyone! You don’t want her to touch you — no telling what diseases she has!”

“She barely even looks like a human at all…god, I wish I hadn’t even stopped to look…I’m gonna have nightmares!”

The crowd was moving back, like Katherine was something grotesque and contagious, and just seeing their revolted expressions made her feel like a pathetic piece of meat. She felt her shame in her own body grow as she teetered back and forth on her rickety legs. But at the same time, she had been seized by a powerful desire to get home, to extricate herself from this hostile crowd, to escape into her own space and shield herself from the animosity of the world. In the back of her mind, she knew that getting home under the power of her own weak boy was going to be incredibly arduous, but she didn’t have any time to think about that now.

And so, as the crowd scattered in revulsion and disgust, Katherine had stumbled onto the sidewalk and somehow managed, with all the effort she could muster, to drag her feet the remaining three clocks to her home. Elements of the crowd had followed her, some of them hurling accusations at her of being lewd in public.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, lady…talking like that out loud!”

“Think of the children who heard you speaking!”

“Just because you’ve obviously let yourself go doesn’t mean that you get to pollute the rest of society with your filth!”

Katherine had managed to use these accusations as fuel for her desperate flight into her home, and when, right after she had barely managed to unlock the door (on her tiptoes) and closed it (with extreme difficulty), she had collapsed onto the floor, bursting into tears. It just wasn’t fair…none of it was fair! She didn’t deserve this kind of awful treatment! Even if she HAD given up her son to that awful Asmodeus family, she surely didn’t deserve to be tortured and tormented like this, day after day, by an equally-sadistic demon girl.

She resolved to get into her bed, but on her way to her bedroom, she had caught sight of her body in the mirror and had done a double-take. There was no denying that she DID look revolting — she was a skinny, tiny little husk of a woman now, with almost no muscle mass to speak of. Any hint of curves she had ever possessed was now long-gone, and in its place was an unhealthy-looking sheen of skin. Her eyes were hollow-set in her head, and had exhausted bags under them. She looked awful, and it now made total sense to her why the crowd had reacted to her with such antipathy.

“I just…need to sleep,” she told herself out loud, struggling up to get on her bed. “I’ll be…I’ll look a lot better…once I rest a little.”

But now, hours later, as she stared up at the ceiling blankly, the sleep wouldn’t come. All she could think about was Junko…that playful, beautiful, naughty, dirty demon, who by now completely dwarfed Katherine in every conceivable capacity. When Junko had last appeared, Katherine didn’t even come up to her knees. A single one of the demon girl’s ass cheeks weighed more than Katherine’s entire body, which had been plainly evident in the flippant and haphazard way that Junko had been twerking on her. Junko could use her body to dominate Katherine without even thinking about it, but for the wretched, tiny woman, hiding in her bed under the covers, it wasn’t just Junko’s body that was occupying her thoughts. It was the pure zeal and determination in Junko’s eyes when her ass had been slowly descending on Katherine as she lay helpless in the lawn…that lascivious, lewd sparkle in the teenager’s eyes…THAT was the thing that Katherine just couldn’t get out of her head. The demon girl, slowly but surely, was relishing in the total domination, the inevitable descent of her prey into ultimate despair, and now, Katherine understood that a major part of Junko’s ultimate plan was to get her, Katherine, to beg Junko to have sex with her.

‘I don’t wanna have sex with her! I don’t want to…I don’t WANT to!’ Katherine repeated to herself, over and over, as she covered her head with what seemed to be an oversized pillow. ‘It’s all just in my head…she’s brainwashing me…I don’t actually want any of this…I’m not attracted to her…she’s not even really there…she’s all in my head…all in my head…’

Katherine kept breathing these words to herself in a kind of panting, desperate mantra, hoping beyond hope that she could somehow shock herself out of her fate. But the more she said these words to herself, the more hollow they rang. She WAS attracted to Junko…so terribly, desperately attracted. She had never met anyone as remotely gorgeous as this demon, but even more than that, she had never met anyone who was so given to strangeness, to wild swings in mood, to a crazed capriciousness that made her seem perpetually fresh and alluring. By any conventional definition, Junko was totally insane, but it didn’t help for Katherine to keep trying to hit this point home to herself. Junko’s insanity, as well as her mood swings, her obsession with despair, and her unrelenting, cheerful cruelty towards Katherine, all made her MORE attractive, not less.

Katherine tossed and turned in mental agony, trying to get Junko out of her head, but somewhere deep in her brain, she knew her struggle was fruitless. She ended up abandoning all pretense and self-respect as she rubbed herself raw, trying as hard as she could to cum, and at least bring some release. But no matter how hard she tried, and how close to the brink of orgasm she came, she wasn’t able to get there. She finally fell into a kind of tortured doze, totally exhausted in mind, body, and spirit, as Junko’s tinkling laughter echoed in her ears. Katherine had a vague sense that the demon girl was somewhere in her bedroom, and was dancing around her bed, leering at Katherine and sticking out her tongue as she made sexy faces at her, but the tiny tormented woman had so energy left to even keep her eyes open, and eventually she fell tumbling into a black and dreamless sleep.

Katherine had no idea how long she slept…except that the hot morning sunlight was already starting to bake her face. Had she really slept that long!? All through the night?? She must have, but strangely, she didn’t feel terribly well-rested. All she had to do was open her eyes and look at her tiny, skinny body, to remember the horrible reality she was waking into. She stumbled over and measured herself, and saw, somewhat to her relief, that she had only lost an inch in her sleep. She was now 2’10.

About an hour later, a taxi (whose driver was equally ambivalent as the previous one about Katherine riding in his car) was dropping Katherine off at the A&W headquarters, and she was making her way unsteadily towards the elevator. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the “up” button, and then, once inside the elevator itself, she actually had to jump to hit the button for the 42nd floor, hitting a few other buttons by mistake in the process. She was already half an hour late, but at this point, Katherine was just proud to have made it to work in the first place. She knew that untold trials and tribulations awaited her, especially now that she had lost her position as Office Manager to Perona, and was now officially her assistant, rather than the other way around. But still, despite the gloomy prospects, she tried to cheer herself up with a little pep talk in the elevator.

“It’s never gonna be as bad as it was in the meeting yesterday,” she said to herself out loud. “I’m never gonna stoop that low again. And besides, Remilia got her fill of my humiliation, surely. She’ll probably be back and school and I won’t even have to worry about her.”

Somehow, Katherine managed to get herself into something of a positive mood (at least, more positive than she’d felt in a long time) by the time she got out of the elevator. One big aspect was factoring into this elevation of her mood: Junko hadn’t shown up at all that morning, ever since she’d woken up. Maybe the sadistic girl had finally had enough of her, or gotten bored with her, or whatever…maybe she had finally decided to leave Katherine alone.

‘No, she’ll be back,’ a voice in Katherine’s head reminded her. ‘She’s watching you right now…somewhere…’

Even just thinking about Junko made Katherine’s clit perk up, and she felt her vaginal walls starting to lubricate themselves. She thought of the Junko's long, sinuous tongue, flipping and flapping rapidly at her ear, with crazed, lusty speed, and she very nearly crumpled to her knees as the elevator doors opened, overcome with lust. She WANTED Junko to be there…she wanted it SO bad, and her eyes darted around as she exited the elevator, trying to spot the demon peeking down at her out of the ceiling, or winking at her from behind one of the large potted plants growing in the corner. But she wasn’t there, at least, as far as Katherine’s senses could tell. The wretched little woman was trying her best to keep an elevated mood, and she shook off the thoughts of Junko as she made her way towards the room that used to be her office. Deep down, though, she was having trouble avoiding the desperate, despairing lust that was starting to overtake her already…lust for the demon girl who was nowhere to be found.

But as soon as Katherine walked into her old office, she had more pressing concerns. Perona was sitting in her old chair, staring at her over the desk, looking mildly displeased. Katherine’s mouth dropped open. Perona looked even taller, huger, curvier, and more beautiful than she had looked the previous day, so much so that Katherine’s knees started knocking together in intimidation.

“Hmmmm, let’s seeeeeee,” intoned Perona, her deep, rich voice infusing the office room air with voluptuous authority, “Only…42 minutes late, I see.” She laughed to herself and shook her head, her gorgeous hair going back and forth in her face before she brushed it away and leaned over her desk, staring down at Katherine with a knowing smile on her face.

“You know…” chuckled Perona, still shaking her head as she looked down at Katherine, “I actually thought that you’d be even later than that. I knew it wouldn’t matter that this was your first day as MY assistant, your first day to try and redeem yourself after that…pathetic showing in the meeting yesterday, when I took your job. But how about that — you actually made it into the office! Good for you, Katherine, VERY good!”

“Th-thank you P-perona!” Katherine exclaimed, her skinny little body trembling as the giant woman looked down at her.

“Haha, you know it’s ridiculous to be thanking me for saying those things to you, right?” laughed Perona, sticking her tongue into the side of her cheek. “And before we go any further, there are a couple new rules around this place, both of which you have already managed to break.”

Katherine could do nothing but stand there, her mouth slightly agape, stunned that she was on the receiving end of such bossy arrogance from her former assistant. But in another part of her mind, it all made sense. Of COURSE it was natural that Perona would be talking to her like this — compared to the giant beauty, Katherine probably weighed as much as one of her forearms. She glanced to the side, and caught a view of herself in her old office window. She felt a wave of disgust at her ugly, emaciated figure. She had managed to dress herself in an untidy wrap of fabric that covered her torso, and left her little arms and legs sticking out. She had fastened the fabric with safety pins so that it stayed in place, but god…as she looked at herself, she couldn’t help but feel ashamed and disgusted. She looked terrible. And even worse, her face, which had definitely been attractive before, was now no longer pretty in the least.

“Eyes up here please, miss,” clucked Perona, snapping her fingers as she got up from her desk and strode around to stand in front of Katherine, towering over the tiny woman as she put her hands on her gargantuan hips. Katherine was really trembling now; her entire body was engulfed in Perona’s shadow, and she could barely see her face over her enormous rack, high, high above Katherine’s head. The little woman’s head barely even came up to Perona’s knees now, and when she stared straight forward, she could see Perona’s sculpted right knee directly in front of her, bigger than her face.

“First,” declared Perona, with an undeniable air of authority, “You are to refer to me as “Ms. DeGlassio,” or “boss,” at all times. No more of this first-name business with you. Only higher-ups can be on those kinds of familiar terms with me. If I let all the underlings call me by my first name, then what kind of message would I be sending to the company, hrmmm?”

“B-but…but…” stammered Katherine, not believing what she was hearing.

“I’m sorry, but did I hear you trying to say something down there?” cut in Perona, suddenly bending down over Katherine as she put a hand to her ear. “Surely you’re not back-talking your boss already, are you?”

“I…n-no…no I’m not,” said Katherine quietly, giving in and bowing her head.

“I’m not….?” said Perona expectantly, sending her huge, manicured hand into a whirling motion above Katherine’s head, indicating that her sentence was not yet finished.

“I’m not t-talking back, M-Ms. DeGlassio,” finished Katherine, blushing red with shame.

“Oh well that’s lovely to hear,” returned Perona, straightening up to her full height as she once again put her hands on her thick hips. “Because I’m not going to tolerate back-talk in this office. You might have run things a certain way, back when the idea of you having authority wasn’t so…heheh, ridiculous. But so yes, that’s rule number one….which is what, again?”

“I…I’m always t-to refer to you as Ms. DeGlassio or…or b-boss,” stuttered Katherine, her face totally red now.

“Mmhmm,” said Perona, obviously enjoying humiliating her old manager, “And the second rule is simply this: you see this office here? That computer? That desk?”

“Uh…y-yes boss,” said Katherine nervously.

“Well,” declared Perona, now bending down low again, so that she was looming even more over Katherine, “This is MY office now…that desk…the computer…that chair…it all belongs to the Office Manager of A&W, who is…?”

“Y-you, Ms. DeGlassio,” answered Katherine, her lips trembling.

“Correct,” breathed Perona down at her. “So why did you come into MY office after you got out of the elevator?”

Katherine had nothing to answer in her own defense. The real reason was simply that she had gone there out of habit, and that she really didn’t know where else she was supposed to go.

“No answer, huh? I didn’t think so,” Perona said, persisting in her soft but firm delivery. She seemed to understand that, in the presence of such a weak, small, miserable person, she had no need to raise her voice to convey her authority. Both Katherine and Perona knew that there was more strength, energy, and vitality in a single one of Perona’s hands than there was in Katherine’s entire body. If she had so wished, she could have used one of them to squeeze the life out of her former boss. But Perona had much more devious and humiliating plans.

“N-no, I’m…I’m s-sorry boss,” Katherine muttered, her head still bowedas she stared in amazement at Perona’s huge, developed calf muscle.

“Yessss,” murmured Perona, walking a single stride forward and effortlessly pinning Katherine’s body up against the wall with her knee, “I think it’s time we start having you develop the CORRECT habits around here. For starters, you are to —”

But just then, the office door opened, and a young man, who looked like he was no older than Remilia, walked in.

“Eddie!” laughed Perona, keeping her knee in Katherine’s torso, “Young man, haven’t you learned to knock before you just go around opening doors?”

“Oh! I’m…I’m so sorry, Ms. DeGlassio!” he cried, immediately blushing as he bowed his head in submission. “I was…I was just excited to tell you that your assistant’s desk is —”

“THANK you Eddie, no need to say any more,” chuckled Perona, giving Eddie the signal to “zip it.” “You’ve been most helpful around here, little guy…not like some people.”

“Oh thank you…thank you so much ma’m!” exclaimed Eddie, inclining his head a couple times. Katherine could see how enamored he was with Perona, just by the awed way he was staring up at her. He looked almost like he worshipped her. At just over 5 feet tall, he looked quite big to Katherine, but of course, compared to Perona, he was a shrimp, only coming up to the middle of her stomach.

“Alright, now get back to your other girl boss,” chuckled Perona, making Katherine feel the vibration of her laughter through her gigantic knee on her body. “I’m about to send her new assistant in to be processed.”

“Is…is that…?” asked Eddie doubtfully, suddenly looking down at Katherine and pointing to her. His expression had suddenly turned sour, like he was smelling rotten eggs.

“You heard me, little man — get!” laughed Perona, and he immediately scuttled off, going into an awkward kind of bow as he walked quickly backwards out of the office.

Katherine had started to get a nasty feeling in her gut as soon as Perona had mentioned Eddie’s “other girl boss.” It…it couldn’t be…who Katherine feared it might be…it just couldn’t be…

But Perona was leaning back down and talking to her, and Katherine had no choice but to listen.

“So, as I was saying before that eager youngling interrupted me,” continued Perona, “Every morning, you are to report to your superior’s office.”

“M-my…superior’s?” asked Katherine, confused. “B-but…uh, boss, uhm…aren’t you my —”

“Oh my goodness, I knew this would be hard for you to grasp,” chuckled Perona softly, closing her eyes and shaking her head as she bent in closer, finally opening her eyes again when her huge, strong hand had wrapped itself around the underside of Katherine’s chin, forcing the tiny woman to look up into her eyes.

“I am SO much more than your “superior” now,” breathed Perona down at her. “It doesn’t really even make sense to talk about us both in the same sentence anymore. I’m the Office Manager — you’re an apprentice-level paper clerk, and as such, you are answerable directly to my secretary.”

“Y-you…have a secretary?” asked Katherine, the sense of dread in her growing.

“Why of course I do,” smiled Perona, petting the side of Katherine’s face with a huge finger. “I’m a busy woman now, with TONS of responsibilities, especially considering that that previous manager left things…well, let’s just say she left everything in a fairly disorganized, shambolic state. Lots of work to be done. But no matter — I know we’re up to it, as long as we each do our part, that is. And YOUR part is to report to my secretary, who is now in my old office, every morning, and do WHATEVER she says.”

“Y-yes, boss,” said Katherine, praying this secretary wasn’t who she thought it was.

“And if I catch any whiff of dissent…if my secretary has ANYTHING negative to say about you, then you WILL be dealing directly with me…and let me tell you, it will NOT be pleasant.”

“Y-yes, Ms. DeGlassio,” squeaked Katherine. She felt so low, so controlled, so utterly dominated, that she started shrinking right then and there. Perona seemed to understand what was happening, and her eyes sparkled triumphantly as she let Katherine go, rising up to her full height as she smiled down on the diminishing woman. Katherine couldn’t do anything except stand there, getting smaller and smaller, while Perona’s huge form swelled and grew in front of her. A few seconds later, when the short mini-spurt was over, Katherine was now looking slightly up at Perona’s knee. The new Office Manager was now 7’6, and Katherine was a mere 2’6, five whole feet shorter.

Suddenly, the door burst open again, this time with much more force, and Remilia came striding in, a tight black dress squeezing her luscious curves. She was at least as tall as Perona…and maybe more.

“Hey auntie!” she said loudly. “I’m feeling it again! I’m getting bigger! Are you humiliating her without me!? Where is she??”

Like a tiger looking around for its prey, Remilia quickly scanned the floor, having to go back and forth for a few moments before she finally spotted Katherine’s tiny body standing against the wall. The teenager’s eyes went wide with pleasure, and her nostrils flared hungrily. Katherine felt sick to her stomach, as she felt herself starting to shrink again.

“Here she is!” Perona grinned down at Katherine, indicating to Remilia with her hand, “My new secretary…and YOUR new boss!”