“You’re fired you little bitch!”
Casandra Whitmore said the words so loudly everyone in the office heard them. Her lips curled with spite and enjoyment as she delivered her statement to Amy Lyman, her secretary. Amy just stared. She was speechless and dumbfounded by this sudden and unprovoked attack.
“Wha-what?” Amy managed, shock still written on her face. She was a small woman with short black hair and an unassuming skinny body. She was normally very docile and calm, so being yelled at like this was extremely uncomfortable and she broke out in a cold sweat almost immediately.
Cassandra seemed to blush with a sadistic pleasure as she saw that horrified expression spread over Amy’s face. “I said you’re fired! Right here, right now get your shit and get the fuck out of my office!”
Amy almost started to cry; the words were so horrible and cut so deeply. The rest of the office was silent as they were all too familiar with the cruel and sadistic behavior of Whitmore and Sagan Inc. Ceo Cassandra Whitmore. She was notorious for firing people for no reason and in fact had hired Amy just a week ago, with the intent of firing her after she started to find her place. Amy had been able to fit in and was even enjoying her work as Cassandra made a point to be extra kind and polite. It was all a ruse, comprised to elicit exactly this moment of horror and shock, which Amy was most certainly feeling now.
“B-b-but Miss Whitmore I…” Amy started, tears rolling down her cheek.
Cassandra interrupted her, finishing Amy’s sentence for her. “…Was hired just so I could fire your worthless ass after a week. You think I needed you? What a piece of shit!” Amy covered her face and sobbed, she was so horrified. Cassandra laughed. “Oh is da wittle baby going to cwy?” She then erupted with hideous laughter. Amy felt rage inside of her and glared up at her, cheeks red and eyes sore from the sudden tears.
Cassandra was stunning to look at, even with her body concealed in a woman’s maroon colored business suit. Her rounded hips were displayed with an extra tight low cut skirt, allowing her supple long legs to be displayed through her smooth nylon leggings. Her perfectly shaped feet were resting inside high heels that were so high they almost bordered on being stripper heels. Her tight white blouse was nearly bursting with her round double D breasts and she left the top three buttons undone so they could peek out. Her skin was like alabaster and her lips were a natural puffy pink that made her look pouty. Her eyes were bright green and her burgundy hair shimmered in a wavy flow that went down to her upper back.
Amy just stared, her stare turning to a glare as the room was silent and no one dared move.
Cassandra smirked on hand on her hip. “Well? What are you waiting for? Buh-bye! Get lost or I’ll call security to throw you out!”
Amy suddenly rose and pointed a finger towards Cassandra, who grinned expecting an angry outburst. She loved when the fired bums would curse her out. Then she could have security beat the hell out of them and claim they assaulted her first. Well… her ten lawyers would make the claim as Cassandra kept a team on hand just for these sorts of events.
Amy trembled and closed her eyes, but said nothing. Cassandra eyed her, then her finger. “Uh… I’m not going to pull it! Go fart or shit your pants somewhere else please as you were just fired!”
Amy finally opened her eyes, and they had a slight glimmer in them. “GO BACK TO WHEN YOU WEREN’T SUCH A BITCH!!!” She screamed, causing everyone even Cassandra to back up.
There was a strange humming sound and Cassandra suddenly gasped, her body seemed to shiver and she grabbed her stomach. “What… what the hell was that!” She demanded as her whole body began to feel cold and tight.
“I just cursed you!” Amy said, angrily packing her desk contents into a bag and not bothering to look up.
“What!” Cassandra gasped as an electric sense of excitement coursed through her, making her feel a combination of nervous and slightly aroused at once. She blushed as she saw other employees looking and covered her stomach with her hand out of a stroke of nervousness. “What do you mean you cursed me?! Who the fuck do you think you are?!”
Amy was still packing her personal effects up and didn’t look to the now trembling and squirming woman. “I’m a witch, I know magic and I just cursed you! That’s what you get for being such a whore!”
Cassandra stumbled forward, finding it hard to keep her knees together and walk in her high heels. She could feel some incredible surge in her body and she started to panic. “Wha-what did you curse me with? What’s happening to me?”
Amy was logging out of her computer, her back still to Cassandra. “I cursed you to go back to before you were a bitch! However if all the things I’ve heard about you that’s not going to be fun for you!”
Cassandra was worried, her body tense and titillated by the strange feeling. However her pride got the better of her. “What did you hear about me?!” Now other employees were watching closely and some were even snapping photos or taking videos with their phones.
Amy finally started bagging up the last of her gear as she was getting ready to leave. “I heard from your chauffer that you were a competitive selfish bitch in college. Your workers in the mailroom said you were a slutty spoiled shit in high school. Your last secretary, who thankfully warned me about you, said you had been a bullying brat in elementary school. Finally your poor mother, who you always had me hang up on swears you were a sweet baby!”
Cassandra took a step forward and tried to sound imposing. “Now… now listen here you little shit! You’re… you’re…” She seemed to be having difficulty thinking. “You won.. won tak to ma mama wivoot my pomissun…” She suddenly lisped in a positively infantile tone. “Wuh hapeen to meeeeee?” She wailed furiously.
“You’re a baby bitch. See ya!” Amy said as she walked out, never once having stopped to look at Cassandra.
With a sudden wet slurping sound her head seemed to implode, her long hair pulling inward like trailing streamers as it did. With a heavy gasp Cassandra blinked in shock, unable to understand what had just happened, but everyone in the room could see. Now Cassandra’s sexy adult body was topped by the small round and pudgy face of a curly auburn haired baby. She stood where she was, her body suddenly losing its coordination and starting to swoon left and right. Her little face seemed to mouth gibbering words and she made a blurting sound with her lips. The other employees stared in complete stunned silence and continued recording the surreal moment.
Then with incredible speed and the squeal of a newborn baby, Cassandra’s hands, legs and tiny head along with her bouncing breasts, sucked down like lightning into her clothes. The clothes expanded like an inflating balloon with a loud hiss, rounding out like an inflating cartoon character, before popping apart loudly. All the employees ducked at the boom as Cassandra’s clothing was blasted through the office. Her blouse landed on the copy machine, her jacket on a desk, and her skirt on a nearby coffee pot. Her bra flew into a nearby deliveryman’s face, while her shoes shot to opposite ends of the office. Her panties, purple and frilly landed on Amy’s desktop computer while her nylon pantyhose drifted like a falling plastic bag down onto the lap of a nearby employee. A small pink person landed on the floor; erupting into shrill wails and sobbing. The frightened employees looked up cautiously to see what had happened to their cruel boss, Cassandra Whitmore.
Now Cassandra was literally a month old, completely naked of hair or clothing, save a tiny curl of auburn hair on the crown of her head. She was a very fat baby, her little legs and arms covered with wrinkles, to say nothing of her round pot belly. She wailed furiously and kicked her tiny feet in the air, screaming for some-thing she needed and could not understand. Her employees gathered around her and exchanged glances. Now it seemed rather than kissing Cassandra Whitmore’s ass, they would be wiping it with baby wipes. Ultimately they all took turns diapering her on camera, taking hundreds of pictures of her next to her empty clothes and ultimately enjoying the mean spirited woman’s humiliation.
Sadly for poor Cassandra… the effect wore off after a week and she was able to actually see her own transformation on every news channel, internet video site and see pictures in every magazine and newspaper. Even her own mother showed her the video on her cell phone. Cassandra wanted to die and was actually considering killing herself when she learned that her return to normal was all part of the curse. She learned that she would be turning into a baby again and again, only to grow up and learn of it.
After all, what good is a curse if the person is too small young to know any better?