On the second floor of her personal bedroom, gazing out at the distant city glow from her window, Colleen Damos relieved her congested nose with a forceful blow into one of her many handkerchiefs while keeping half her mind occupied with the new girl learning how to properly make a bed. The training was supposed to be over an hour ago, but with the heavy rain, the girl wasn’t willing to get her hair wet, or bothered to read the room that her mentor was terribly sick and needed rest. Colleen didn’t mind, though. This training was necessary for her vacation next week.

Working for the Mendez family for almost two decades now, she was finally granted a month-long vacation to visit her family in the Dominican Republic. Long ago, she came down to America to find work that would support her two boys back home, but the employment hunt for a fresh immigrant was a struggle. Her only contact in the states wasn’t much help, and she was left to find work on her own. Lucky for her, there was wanted help for a housekeeper, and since the owner himself was Hispanic himself, she might have had a chance to win him over with a good sob story. It never came to that since she was good at reading people, and Tito’s passive and sensitive character was easy to manipulate. She got the job with her motherly charm, making him think that she would be this sweet lady that could take care of him, and by the way he treated her as if she was his mother, she returned the kindness, and their bond lasted for a while.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to exploit his kindness. Slowly, but surely, she worked her way through his heart to gain three raises, and just recently, a deal for two month-long vacations every year to see her family. The only condition was for her to train a new maid to take her place while she was away. They started scouting three weeks ago, and the only candidate that seemed capable was a 23-year-old Swedish blonde named Heidi Fritz, who had the look of a foreign princess, but the brains of a hollowed walnut.

She was not that stupid, and didn’t hold any sort of criminal record, but the girl was lazy. There was zero motivation to do her chores or learn from her mistakes, and if it wasn’t for the deadline caused by the ticket she already purchased, Colleen would have fired her already. Instead, she was trying her best to cram all the manners into her, but all attempts seemed futile. When she asked for tea, Heidi would just return with a tray of hot water, sugar, honey, and a tea bag. When she watched over the girl’s try at laundry, her folding skills were unproportioned and crumbled inwards from the palm of her hands.

Even now, after so many examples, Heidi didn’t bother to implement any of Colleen’s suggestions and just did the sheets her way, with wrinkles and all. Colleen caught a cold two days ago, and just watching these pitiful efforts were putting a damper on her already painful headaches. Still, she needed to hold it together for her vacation.

“Heidi,” Colleen coughed, “How many times do I have to tell you?” Cough. “Don’t kneel on the bed. Just tuck in one corner tightly and walk around, or just keep something heavy to keep it in place.” Cough.

“I’m sorry, Mizz Damoz.”  Heidi squeaked. Her voice was soft and gentle, which irritated Colleen because that was her way through the interview with Tito. She played the sweet, innocent card that melted the owner right into her hands, without seeing just how she half-assed everything.

“No excuses, Missy.” Colleen said. “I don’t want any calls about how the new maid can’t make a bed, and I certainly don’t want you contacting me with any questions. You understand?”

“Yez, Mizz Damoz.”

“Go—” Colleen caught another violent sneeze with her handkerchief. She made the mistake of looking at it and was disgusted by the thick, green coating of her own glob of snot. She tossed that away in the waste bin and pulled out a fresh one from her drawer. “Heidi?”

“Yez, Mizz Damoz?”

Colleen was about to ask for another cup of tea, but quickly remembered the first attempt, and realized that another failure wouldn’t be good for her health. “Just keep working on the sheets. I’ll be right back.”

“Yez, Mizz Damoz.”

Colleen excused herself from the room and walked down the hall. Her room was at the very end of the left wing, which pained her temples since she didn’t feel like walking, or working, or training that child. It was wrong to say that these headaches just came from her cold. They were present for quite some time now, thanks to Tito’s demanding wife and daughter. She wished she could teach them a lesson on hard work, but they were also part of the work, so she didn’t have much choice but to accept their ridiculous demands.

­­Colleen, search the remote for me.

Colleen, dig out the gutters. I think something’s wrong with our water.

Colleen, train the new girl before your leave.

She abandoned those thoughts upstairs before they gave her a migraine. In just a week, their voices would be lost to the winds as JetBlue takes her away to a better place. But right now, all she wanted was a nice cup of tea to ease her throbbing head. She walked through the dark rooms until her hand flipped the kitchen lights on. She did fast work pouring water into a kettle and heating it up, and when she inspected the room to pass the time, that’s when she noticed the trail of wet footprints leading out into the hallway.

Fucking Amanda, she guessed.

Gina was out with her friends tonight, and Tito actually grew up with some manners, but that woman was a walking dumper, leaving trash and stains wherever she roamed without any consideration to clean after herself. She believed that she was just as entitled to the help as her husband, but that was never the case. Colleen would never understand what he saw in her, but its been years to start complaining now, so she ended the annoyance with a sigh and grabbed two sheets of paper towels from the counter. Luckily, her eyes were trained for all types of tiny crumbs and dirt, and they picked up on some tiny movements around the box of Frosted Flakes.

Ants. Just Great.

More annoyed, Colleen lifted the box high and found three, thick bugs gathered around. Her shrill scream got their attention, and her massive hand was ready to plaster them, until the strangest thing happened.

“Wait, Colleen!” A voice squeaked from the counter.

Did…did that bug just…?

“Colleen, it’s me! It’s Looooou!”

Lou? She knew a Lou, but it didn’t sound like him. Just on a whim to entertain her mind-numbing delusions, she peered her wide head forward and took a closer look at the bugs on the counter. They were people at first, but she rubbed her eyes in hopes of them becoming bugs again, but nope. Still people, and one of them was as he said he was, with two strangers around him.

“Lou?” Colleen coughed. A bit of spit escaped her lips.

“Yes! Yes, oh thank god you saw us!”

“W-W-Wha…What in god’s name are you doing here?”

“We were coming to surprise Tito for his birthday tonight, but he wasn’t answering his phone, and it was pouring, and I kind of needed to use the bathroom, and then we pulled up and I saw the lights on so we—”

“Trespassed?” Colleen’s eyes narrowed and her lips flattened with her attitude.

Lou was just another person she didn’t approve of. He may have been Tito’s friend, but she wasn’t being paid to like him. She didn’t like the way he dressed, the way he would visit unannounced at times, and certainly not the way he would crash on their couch for weeks and expect the same treatment as the other freeloaders. The only upside to his visits was that she took out her frustrations on him and would never get chastised for it. He was too polite for his own good, so he was quick to apologize and forget all her mischievous pranks, like adding to much spice to his dishes, or switching to one-ply toilet paper in the guest bathroom.

But this moment right here…too good to be true.

“I’m so sorry for coming so late, but we honestly didn’t mean to trespass.” Another apology. Music to her ears. “You saw how it looks outside? Raining cats and dogs out there.” Lou laughed, thinking that this could be solved with humor, but looking at her obvious straight face, he stopped. “A-Anyways, do you think you can help us get back to normal?”

“Me?” Colleen said. “I’m not sure would you expect me to do. I don’t know even know how you got like this in the first place.”

Lie. Colleen was very away of Tito’s shrinking invention and the dial he kept secured in the basement. He also knew of his kinks by snooping around her bedroom door whenever he and Amanda were alone. In fact, she was usually the one they would call to monitor the spray whenever they finished their little games. The chemical wasn’t designed to work on women, so she wasn’t aware that Amanda, the queen sloth herself, would actually come down and do something herself for once.

Now in front of her were Lou and two strangers, tiny, weak, helpless and begging for her assistance, but all Colleen could feel was blessed. She’s had dreams that Amanda and Gina would shrink before her feet and serve her, but this was safer alternative. Apparently, she was the first to discover them, meaning that no one else knew they were here. Not even Tito.

“Um, Colleen…” Lou said. She didn’t realize that she spaced out. “If you don’t know, maybe you can go find Tito and Amanda and tell them about us?” She wasn’t going to do that. She started to think about getting rid of Heidi from her room, but after that? “Um, Colleen?”

The kettle whistled and Colleen hovered her attention over to the stove. She poured herself a cup and returned to the counter for some sugar, almost burning the group with a steaming drop of water.

“Jesus, watch that shit.” The hairier stranger said. “Hey, lady, can you forget the fucking tea for a second? What are you going to do about getting us back to normal? How about handling one task at a fucking time, huh?”

“Arnold, shut the fuck up.” Lou said.

“You shut the fuck up, Lou. Your pussy-ass approach ain’t working.”

“That’s quite the mouth you got on you.” Colleen said. Her index finger casually poked Arnold’s face, and he reactively slapped it back. “Is that any way to treat a helping hand?”

“Helping hand, my ass. If you were really that fucking generous, you would have already gone for help, but you’re here sipping your god damn tea!”

Colleen scooped out three teaspoons of sugar and gently swirled the powder in her tea, listening to the tiny man squeak his anger away. It was funny at first, but her headaches were getting worst just listening to his complaining.

“H-Hey…” Lou interjected, sounding a little less confident. “Is he right? Are you really not going to help, Colleen?”

“I mean, I wish I could, but right now, Tito and Amanda are busy and don’t want to be disturbed now. Also, I’m preparing to leave the country next week, and I have so much on my plate! I still need to pack, and I’ve been tasked to train this new girl who’s just awful, and I’ve been suffering with this terrible cold since yesterday, so if you can just—”

 “Jesus, do you think we care? Look at us!” The hairy man pointed at his body, then directed that point towards his pig face. “See this face? I could give less a damn about your problems right now. I thought you people were supposed to be loyal and shit.”

“Excuse me?” Colleen said, placing a finger on a painful spike located at the side of her head. “You people?”

“I work with immigration services, and I won’t hesitate to make a quick call to your company about how terrible you are at your job. Hand to god, try me. One call, and I’ll send your fat ass to whatever poor ass country you sailed from!”

Colleen’s hand moved on its own and plucked the hairy man from the group. She tossed him like a coin and smothered his body in her fist. She felt his struggles within her clutch, but it tickled her like a massage ball. She squeezed his body until he stopped fighting and opened her palm flat to see his scared face. She tilted her palm back and forth, walking the fat man stumble on his feet and holding onto her skin for dear life.

“Don’t tell me your all talk.” Colleen said. “What a disappointed. You want to keep talking shit? Because being the size of an ant, you’re in position to talk or make threats. I can drop you in the trash right now for all the filth you brought into this house. So, go on. Say more shit.”

“Y-You think I’m scared, bitch?”

Colleen smiled. “Okay. I warned you.” She wrapped her fist around the fat man again and swung him around her thick, wide hips until it hovered around the tiny opening of her black jeans. She pulled apart the waistline of her jeans and fluffy, white panties and shoved the angry bug against the crack of her ass. She heard one final ‘cunt’ before his face locked lips with her anus, and the more he yelled at her asshole, the more pleasant vibrations were sent through her skin. The feeling was sensational, and she ended up taking a minute to rub his dirty, vulgar lips against her hole, almost squeezing his head through. Her butt clenched hard around his body, craving his pig-face body and refusing to let him go.

After another minute of pleasure, Colleen left him snuggled between her fat cheeks and looked at the remaining tinies trying to run away. She could only laugh as she swept them off the counter and caught them with her smelly anus hand.

“And just where were you two planning on going?” Colleen smirked. “I thought you said you needed my help.”

“Please don’t hurt us!” The quiet stranger finally spoke up.

“Hurt you?” She laughed. “But you haven’t done anything wrong yet, not like that awful friend of yours. Don’t worry, little guy. You and Lou are—” Another sneeze caught her off guard, and she released a storm of snot all over the little ones. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” But her laugh didn’t do much but add more to their humiliation. The quiet one began to cry hard, while Lou was disgusted as he pulled out globs from his hair and cheeks.

Colleen brought them over to the kitchen sink and waterboarded them as she tried to wipe them clean with a sponge. After drying them off with a paper towel, the quiet one was still crying, holding back zero tears.

“What’s your name, little guy?” Her voice started soft, but when the guy was too traumatized to answer, she flexed her middle finger inwards and squeezed his face down in her smelly palm. “Hey. I’m asking you a question. Don’t be rude like that pig stuck in my ass now.”

“Emilio!” He said in a panic.

“Well, Emilio,” she continued with a smile, “would you like to turn back to normal?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, Miss Damos. It’s important to have manners.”

“Yes…Miss Damos.”

She loved it. She was currently the ruler over these intruders, and the power she held over them was simply erotic. She knew what she wanted now. She knew what she had in her hands, and they weren’t people anymore. They were less than human, and they were going to give her the respect she deserved after years of hard work and laboring.

“Well, Emilio, if you want my help, you and Lou have to help me first, and the first thing I want you to do is…” She then used her free hand to unbutton her Navy-Blue blazer until one of her massive breasts broke free from confinement. A 38 D-sized stadium cup that could just crush them with a single drop. Her brown, chipped fingers peeled the bra and exposed her sweaty, mocha nipples. “Suck.”

Emilio screamed as he was tilted into the soaked bra and trapped by it snapping back into place. Colleen peeled the right one and trapped Lou in there, feeling no need to repeat his job. She buttoned up her shirt and grabbed her cup of tea with a packet of crackers. With three tinies all over her body, pleasing her sensitive areas, her expression was too overwhelming that she might explode.

She was going to send Heidi away.

And then she was going to have some well-deserved fun.