Recession

(A warning that this story contains some violence and forced-sex scenes. It was written in a quasi-commission situation, according to some specifications to please someone else. It is therefore more harsh, with some themes I wouldn't normally include.)

Recession
Horuvex
May 2009

In 2009 John lost his job as an executive because of the economic slump and had tried looking for work for several months, growing more and more desperate. He was in his mid-twenties, and used to a fairly decent income. He refused to consider the option of moving in with his parents or borrowing money to survive, so he began to apply for jobs that didn’t fit his career goals at all. After around five months he grew desperate enough to begin applying for clerical jobs, not yet desperate enough to apply at a restaurant or something.

Eventually he got interviewed and hired by a small law firm with maybe four or five lawyers. He knew he was over-qualified for the position, but he need the money to pay his rent.

The first week of work was a shock to John though. He quickly discovered the firm Jackson, Ross & Associates specialized in family law for women, helping women in their divorces. All of the five lawyers were women and so were the two secretaries, under whom he was placed.

The head of the firm, a Ms. Vanessa Jackson, was in her mid-30s with blonde hair, standing about 5’9”. John had never expected to get the job as Ms. Jackson had looked at him with an expression of disdain throughout the entire interview.

It only took a handful of days before they moved him into the back office with no window. He was told that he was upsetting the clients, who were expecting a “welcoming environment”. John took a while to realize it was his gender that upset them, not his behavior.

All of the most tedious and monotonous work was given to him by the other secretaries: Jessica and Beth. Both of whom were a few years younger than him and treated him more like some intern than a guy with years of work experience as an executive. Jessica in particular, a petite brunette, was extremely bossy and spent a lot of time telling John how to do his job, checking up on his progress, and giving him “advice”.

By the third week John was beginning to feel claustrophobic back in the tiny office. It was a Tuesday in June and he was sitting at a computer with a big old monitor. The room was lit by fluorescent lights, but half were burnt out. It was hot and he had taken off his tie.

Jessica opened the door without knocking. “Do you have the file done yet?” She asked.

“No. It’s pretty big,” John explained.

“Well they’re all that big. You better get used to a heavy workload in this industry if you want to make it anywhere. It’s only going to get harder. Trust me,” she said confidently. Jessica acted as if he had no work experience at all.

She handed him a folder. “This is that file you did yesterday. I highlighted some of the errors. You seem to be slipping up more this week. I’m trying to help you out, but you have to give back too.”

That was enough, John was angry now. “Listen, I know what I’m doing. I’ve done this kind of work before Jessica. Just let me work please,” he spoke strongly.

Jessica’s eyes widened. “I’m only trying to help you. You should be happy you even have a job. You don’t need to yell.”

“I’m not yelling!” John shouted.

A client in the hallway peaked in and then moved on.

John winced, “Sorry…I just feel all cooped up in this tiny office.”

Jessica’s tone was brittle now. “Well you’re just a secretary. And now I’m starting to understand why Ms. Jackson hasn’t hired a man before. You expect to be treated special. You aren’t used to being the secretary, the maid, the babysitter, the underpaid hard worker.

Another one of the lawyers paused by the door, Angela Ross. “Is something wrong here?” she asked.

Jessica and John shook their heads. Jessica turned and said, “No, John is just whining about his little office and all the work we’re giving him.”

Ms. Ross laughed. “Work? God…men are all alike.”

Jessica nodded, laughing. John wasn’t laughing. She turned back. “I’ll pick these files up after lunch break,” said Jessica before she left.

John fumed all morning and had to work through his lunch break in order to finish the work on time. He wasn’t about to give that cocky secretary another reason to lecture him on how to do his job.

After putting the file on Jessica’s desk just before the end of lunch, he went to the men’s washroom. One of the few good things about this job was the cleanliness of the men’s washroom – he was pretty much the only one who ever used it.

While using the urinal, John realized there was some sort of leak in the ceiling, and it was dropping on his head. Moving a stool over to the spot he climbed up and moved the ceiling tile to the side. He peered inside the gap in the ceiling and was suddenly sprayed with liquid. John pulled back, falling to the floor roughly. He cursed and wiped his face of.

Some of the liquid had gone into his mouth. It tasted odd. It looked like water but had an extremely strange taste to it. John felt a kind of pins-and-needles feeling washing over his body for a few seconds.

Figured, even the bathroom sucked. John went back to his small office and began working on his next task.

Around 3 p.m. Jessica opened the door again. “Spelling mistakes,” she said, pushing a paper onto his desk. “Ms. Jackson wants to speak with you at 4:00.”

She strode out with a professional look on her face before John could react. He knew she had tattled on him. Jessica obviously wanted him fired, or scared of it. Being low on the totem pole wasn’t enough. All the staff here treated him as an outsider, even after three weeks. Only Beth occasionally asked him about his weekend or said hi to him in the mornings. The lawyers all treated him like another secretary or busboy, usually to busy to pay him much attention.

Ordinarily John would have quit before they could fire him, but he needed this job right now.

At 4:00, he went down the hall, passed the front entrance where Jessica and Beth sat. He could feel Jessica’s eyes on him, her sulking expression following him to Ms. Jackson’s door. He knocked politely.

“Come in,” said Ms. Jackson.

John stepped in and closed the door behind him. Ms. Jackson stood and John forgot how tall she was. All this time dealing with the petite 5’4” Jessica had made him forget what it was like to look a woman in the eye. Except, like all the women in the office, Ms. Jackson wore heels.

John was 5’10, but Ms. Jackson looked down at him slightly in her heels. Her normally 5’9” height boosted by the heels. She seem especially imposing today, but John was rather nervous so it was no surprise.

“I heard about your screaming outburst at Jessica earlier today. Why do you feel it necessary to scream at the women in this office in order to resolve an issue?” said Ms. Jackson.

John noticed her degrees hanging on the wall behind her: Princeton, Duke, Toronto…

“Well I lost my cool Ms. Jackson. Jessica has been treating me like I’m an intern when I have more-”

Ms. Jackson cut him off. “Lost your cool? Jessica is only doing her job. No one was happy when I hired you. Jessica, like Beth, is a former client of mine. Two of the lawyers here are lesbians who are feminists that believe men are a destructive force in the world. You are not helping that image. I hired you, hoping that you might provide us with an insight into the male psyche. You seemed to be a nice enough young man.”

Ms. Jackson’s face moved from stern to an expression of disdain. “I keep holding out hope for your gender, but I keep finding myself disappointed.”

John spoke calmly as he could, “All I did was raise my voice.”

“So you think your actions are acceptable…to scream at people and frighten them?”

John scoffed, “She wasn’t frightened.”

“You don’t seem to care what we think here do you John?”

John realized he was going down the wrong path. “I’m sorry Ms. Jackson. It won’t happen again. I didn’t realize it was such a serious matter.”

“It is. You will apologize to Jessica at once. Don’t let it happen again. You can go now,” Ms. Jackson said. John felt like a schoolboy being chastised by a teacher and he simmered with anger at having to take this. But if he didn’t finish at least a month of work here, he would be out on the street. Apparently law-school should have been his choice in university.

John stepped back out into the lobby and closed the door behind him. He approached Jessica’s desk. Jessica looked up at him.

“I’m sorry Jessica,” he said. She raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. It won’t happen again.”

Jessica nodded, “No hard feelings John. I know what it’s like to be new. You’ll figure things out eventually.”

John didn’t miss how she managed to slip in another comment that made him seem to be the inexperienced greenhorn again.

Jessica stood up and pulled out a thick file. “Here you go she said, stepping around her desk. John took the file and hid a sigh. Jessica almost seemed taller than normal now, proud of the fact he had been chastised.

John went back to his office and worked until 5:00. On the bus home he felt clumsy and inadequate. Everything was different than it was a year ago. He was making half the wage he used to in a dead-end boring job now. Everyone else seemed more confidant, fit, and happy on the bus. John paid closer attention to the women now, and wondered which ones were feminists, angry university students or bossy secretaries.

Suddenly he missed having a girl friend.

The next morning John realized something more than mental was happening. The moment he stepped into the shower he realized everything was off. The showerhead was a comfortable distance above his head. He had had to lift his leg much more than normal to step into the bath. John realized he was smaller.

Maybe that was why Ms. Jackson had seemed so imposing yesterday. But now it was much more pronounced. He examined himself in the mirror, but everything seemed to be normal, except for his height. John paced the living room of his apartment and cursed. He was in total disbelief. People didn’t just shrink. WTF?

John realized he had two choices – not go to work and try and see a doctor, get fired, and lose everything, or go to work and try and go on with life.

He chose the latter, slipping into a suit and tightening his belt, rolling up the pants and sleeves, and tying his shoes tight.

John slipped in early and went straight to his little office and sat down, getting to work on the file Jessica had given him the day before. But by 10 he realized it was getting worse. His shoes had slipped off his feet and he had to tighten his belt again.

Before lunch Jessica entered his office without knocking, as usual, and dropped another thick folder on his desk. She opened her mouth to speak and then stopped, looking at him oddly. John didn’t say anything.

Eventually she spoke, “Where’s the file I gave you yesterday…?”

“It’s not done yet.”

“Oh my God…you’re smaller,” she said, suddenly changing the topic. Her well-manicured hand lifted to cover her mouth. “That’s what it is.”

“What? John said, his face filling with blush.”

Jessica smiled, “Oh this is awesome. Stand up.”

John shook his head. “No, you said it. I have to get to work.”

“Stand up!” She said more firmly putting her hands on her hips.

John stood out of his chair. Jessica was at least an inch taller than him. She laughed, “Fuck! You’re so short! What happened?”

John sat back down quickly, “I don’t know. Please don’t tell anyone. I need to see a doctor.”

Jessica nodded, with a fascinated look on her face. “But you can’t exactly keep this a secret forever. Besides, I like you this way better.”

“What? Why?” John asked.

“Because. You think you’re too good for this office. And I’m tired of men always getting the better end of the genetic stick in terms of height and size. If it weren’t for that, women would be the dominant sex on this planet. My fucking ex-husband was a complete moron, but he was able to control me for two years just because he was so big and strong. God…look at you, so short. You’re cute and harmless! Much better.”

John stared at Jessica in shock. She smiled and turned to leave. “See you later little man!”

He was disturbed by how well she had taken this, and angry at how smug she was now. This couldn’t be happening.

But by 3:30 it was much worse. He couldn’t even work anymore he was so worried. His clothes were extremely loose and baggy. He didn’t want to stand up to see either, telling himself he was just imagining it, even though he was having trouble reaching the ground with his feet and had to lower the office chair a couple times.

Then the door opened and Ms. Jackson entered, with Jessica behind her. “I told you Ms. Jackson! See?”

John’s face flushed. “You promised!”

Jessica shrugged and grinned. Ms. Jackson closed the door and stared at John with a serious expression, her eyes intensely scrutinizing him. “Stand up John,” she said.

He didn’t argue with his boss, standing and holding his pants up with one hand. “Oh fuck yeah…this is SO cool,” said Jessica.

John only came up to Jessica’s breasts. Ms. Jackson, however, towered over him, her lower ribcage at the same level of his eyes. John looked up in shock, speechless. Ms. Jackson was a rather attractive woman, but now in her grey business skirt and jacket, she seemed like an imposing Amazonian figure peering down at him with arrogant scrutiny.

Ms. Jackson spoke. “Jessica, lock the door.”

Jessica pulled a key out of her pocket and did as she was told while Ms. Jackson continued to stare intensely at John. “You fucking runt,” she said quietly, but harshly.

John’s eyes widened and he stepped back in surprise at Ms. Jackson’s language. Ms. Jackson stepped forward, still staring. “You little bitch…slut.”

John swallowed nervously, shrinking slightly, he could feel it. He watched Ms. Jackson rise slowly. “Oh yeah…look, he got even smaller!” Jessica giggled.

“Take of your clothes,” Ms. Jackson said firmly.

“Wha…what?” asked John in shock.

Ms. Jackson leaned down. “Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Clothes. Midget.”

“No way.” John shook his head.

Ms. Jackson’s hand snapped out and grabbed his head by the hair, yanking it back. She ripped off his shirt with the other hand while Jessica helped her snatch at the belt holding up John’s pants. Jessica yanked down John’s pants while Ms. Jackson held his head. John struggled and kicked, but was soon naked.

Ms. Jackson spoke louder. “Men do not refuse women anything slut. Especially little runt men like you. You’re inferior to me. You exist to do as I say. I have waited so long for this. Tell me how this happened.”

John shook his head.

SMACK!

Ms. Jackson backhanded him across his face and he whimpered in pain. “Tell me how it happened!”

John’s face stung horribly. “The washroom! The leak in the roof!”

Ms. Jackson studied him, her years of legal experience telling her he was being honest.

“Good little boy,” she said, still not smiling. There was something very dangerous about Ms. Jackson, which made Jessica’s pretty grinning face seem comparatively innocent and kind.

“The lesbian lawyers I told you about will be happy to help me put it into the city’s water supply. Soon every man in this city will be as puny as you, runt,” Ms. Jackson said.

Jessica giggled, watching. She was shifting her hips around, obviously aroused.

But then, so was Ms. Jackson. Her nipples could be seen pushing through the bra and thin blue blouse she wore. John struggled free of Ms. Jackson’s grip and ran to the door, pulling hard on the handle, trying to force it open, desperate.

Ms. Jackson’s hand slipped back into his hair and yanked him back. He stumbled backward into her, his head bouncing against her pelvis. He turned to her. “Please, let me go. I didn’t do anything.”

Jessica mimicked him in a whiny insulting tone. Then she laughed arrogantly.

Ms. Jackson looked down at him. “You’re smaller again runt. You’re almost the perfect height.” Ms. Jackson began pulling her short skirt up a bit, revealing the crotch of her black satin thong.

“At last a man that has a real purpose,” said the deadly serious blonde attorney.

Jessica doubled over, laughing. “Oh fuck yeah. Make him eat you Ms. Jessica. Make him give you some good head. This is awesome.”

John looked at as Ms. Jackson pulled back her panty to reveal a thick blonde bush at his eyelevel. “Eat me slutboy,” she ordered, pulling his head to her moist crotch.

John’s face was pushed into her pussy as he put out his hands. His hands pressed against her stocking covered thighs and he screamed in resistance but it was muffled by Ms. Jackson’s pussy lips.

Jessica laughed as he obeyed, licking and sucking at Ms. Jackson’s pussy. He was terrified and completely humiliated. But he was desperate for air, and Ms. Jackson only let him take breaths every once in a while, grinding his small head into her pungent pussy with ferocious insistence. She mocked him the whole time.

“Yes little man, do it…eat me. Come on, can’t you resist me? I’m just a lady. Mmm… I can tell you want more. There you go runt, have some more. Yes, feed on me. You little pathetic boy.”

When she finally stopped, John’s face was drenched with female cum and juices. It ran down his chest and he was coughing harshly. He now had to stand on his tiptoes to reach her pussy with his mouth. He was almost small enough to eat out Jessica while standing now. “The perfect height,” said Jessica, patting him on the head.

“Did you bring it?” Ms. Jackson asked. John was unaware that Jessica had slipped away while he was “pleasuring” Ms. Jackson.

“Yup!” Jessica said, handing Ms. Jackson a big strap-on. John’s eyes widened and he squirmed, but Jessica came up behind him and held his arms while Ms. Jackson began putting on the strap-on.

“No! Oh god, no. Please. Let me go. Holy fuck no!” John screamed, kicking and trying to get away.

Ms. Jackson put on the strap-on, and Jessica turned him to face her, smiling down at him and lifting him into the air easily. He felt Ms. Jackson begin to push into him.

“Yes runt. Shrink like a good little man for me,” said Ms. Jackson, pushing inside him. John screamed and kicked.

Ms. Jackson began to rape him. “All the gender tables are turned now little man. You belong to me now. I wonder how far this effect will shrink you. Will you be a good little pussy licker, or will I have to shove you completely up inside my cunt later tonight? I wonder… You would make a wonderful little squirmy dildo for me. I guess we could always use more of the substance on you if you don’t get any smaller tonight. Mmm… But I quite like you at pussy height. It seems fitting. Yes, your new job title is fuck toy. No…slave boy. Slut? Pussy licker?”

Jessica giggled, “Pussy pet!”

Ms. Jackson moaned, “Take it pussy pet!” She shoved the strap-on deep inside John and he screamed, crying out at the loss of his job, his dignity, his size, and now his freedom and identity. Deep inside he was horrified at the thought that he was only the first of many men now that they knew where to get more of the substance that made him smaller.

Ms. Jackson and Jessica used him over and over all evening until midnight, when they locked him in his office and went home. John seemed to have stopped shrinking at a little under 3’ in height. Exhausted, he curled up under his desk, naked and used, and drifted into a fitful nightmarish sleep.