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Hell's Kitchen - Humble Pie
by Sculptor
Jake Randal, was the typical corporate shark. It was his job to help
huge chain stores gobble up those little Ma and Pa businesses, so they
can monopolize the market. It was a job he took great pleasure in. He
was a firm believer in the philosophy, only the strong survive, everyone
else, is just chum.
It was quite a happy day for him, he just managed to force the last
little hardware shop in the area to close, and that meant more business
for Builder's Depot, which in return was more money is his pocket. He
just had one last loose end to tie up.
He arrived at a small cluster of stores in New York on 40th Street and
8th Avenue at about 2pm and climbed the back stairs of Robinson's
Hardware shop to the small apartment above, only stopping once to
snicker at the 'sold' sign tacked to the front door. Only a few minutes
after knocking the door opened up and a fairly attractive young woman
smiled as she let him in.
Jake could tell there was much nervous anxiety behind the smile.
'What's wrong Meg, you look upset, I thought you'd be happy with that
great settlement you got for this place.'
She looked down her feigned smile sinking even more. 'It's not the
money Jake, it just seemed horrible to sell the place so soon after dad
died. I mean Robinson's Hardware has been in this neighborhood for
almost 60 years, my grandfather started this place when my dad was just
a kid. Dad woulda never wanted it to leave the family.'
'Be realistic hon, the cost of the funeral alone whipped your savings.
Your father's medical bill's are all past due, if you didn't sell, the
bank would have taken the store anyway.'
'I guess you're right, I'm glad you convinced me to sell. You've been
such a great help along the way, especially when Dad got sick, and you
lent me the money to get us through. I'm just glad I have you to help
me through all this, now more then ever.'
Inwardly Jake was esthetic, his planned worked perfectly, getting close
to this dumb broad had been easier than he thought, and slipping the
toxins to the father through his insulin was classic. Then after the
old fart died, he was in perfect position to convince her to sell. The
jerks at Builder's Depot said it would take him at least a year to get
them out of there, and it only took him 5 months.
'Um yeah, listen Meg sweetie. About us. I don't think it's working
out. You've had some bad luck lately and a man in my position can't
afford any bad luck. You about to embark on a new life now, and I'm
afraid I can't be a part of it.'
The poor girl looked liked someone just told her father died again, but
the look of shock quickly changed into rage. 'You bastard, now!, you
leave me now, at a time like this, how could you!' The tears were
flowing like a river now. 'Doesn't the relationship we have mean
anything to you, especially after all we've been through?'
'Listen hon, what we had was pretty good, well the sex was anyway, come
to think of it really I did have better. I don't really have time to
deal with you right now, especially to sink down to your level. Just
take my advice as someone who's played the game of life and won. Get
over it. Besides, someone of my stature can't be involved with someone
like you, it's not good for my image. Have a nice life.'
'You self centered asshole, you really think you're this demi-god or
something. We'll I'll tell you something, in the grand scheme of things
you're nothing but a twisted sad little man. And when it comes to
someone of my stature I'm a far better person then you are, besides,
with the settlement I've got for the store, I'll be living the high life
on an island somewhere.'
That brought about a huge laugh from Jake who paused on his was out the
door. 'That's another thing sweetheart. I wouldn't spend that money
yet, you've should have read the sales contract more carefully. I'll be
the one receiving all the money from the sale of the store, in payment
for the loan I gave you to cover part of your father's medical
expenses.'
She was stunned. 'But the money you lent me is only about 10% of what I
made on the sale.'
'This is the business world silly, interest, lending fee's, a finder's
fee for getting you a buyer', he was cut short by a slap across the
face.
'Someday', she seethed, 'Someday you'll get yours, your kind always do.
And when you do-' she flew back from the force of the shove landing
roughly on her behind.
'Yeah, yeah, sorry babe, the world just don't work that way' and with
that he left her alone in the dark, soon to be homeless and penniless.
He smiled at the thought of her prostituting herself for rent money.
'That's the way the world works', he thought.
Sara just finished putting a some pastries in the display case, when she
heard the twinkle of the bell over the door. She gave her customary
smile and here customary greeting. 'Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, what can
I tempt you with today.'
Jake chuckled, 'Hell's Kitchen, that pretty good, you have a great name,
and a very nice setup here, but I would recommend moving to a new
location, maybe a better neighborhood' He extended his card. 'Give me
a call sometime I can help you out'
Taking the card from his hand. 'She just grinned, We're very happy
here, the people that need us, always seem to find their way here just
fine, now why don't you look around and see what I can get you today.
In the meantime have a cookie.' She then extended a tray of cookies to
him, all of the displaying a Ying-yang symbol with the light and dark
color of the cookie being coated in white and milk chocolate. She the
watched him closely.
As Jake perused all the wonderful sweets he took a bite of the cookie,
dead in the center of the dark swirl of the chocolate.
Sara just grimaced at that, this one already had his ticket punched for
a direct flight to hell.
'It's so hard to choose, everything here looks so good'
'Why thank you sir, may I make a suggestion reaching under the counter
she pulled up a white pastry box, and opened up for him to see. In it
was a wonderful looking pie that gave up a incredible aroma.
'Mmmmm, It smells delicious, but I can't make out what kind it is'
'That's the thing, all the ingredients mix so well together none of them
stand out above any of the other, It something I call humble pie.'
'Sounds great, I'll take it' . After the transaction was completed, he
took the pie, and headed out. 'You have a great place here miss, I'm
sure you'll see me again.'
As he closed the door behind him Sara just smiled to herself and
whispered. 'Somehow I doubt it Mr. Randal.'
The pie was delicious, so good in fact that he ate the whole thing
before he got back to his office.
'Good afternoon Mr. Randal, I take it everything went smoothly with the
latest acquisition for Builder's Depot' said Samantha, his stunningly
voluptuous secretary.
'Of course Sam, the master never fails, and by the way, I'll need you to
stay late tonight to help me with a um, merger' the leer he gave her
belied his plans precisely.
Blushing, and looking to the floor, she managed to mumble 'Yes Mr.
Randal'. The pig never even tried to be tactful, but it wasn't that bad,
he did promise her a promotion next month and a big raise.
As he headed to his office his stomach began to groan. 'Yikes, I better
head to the bathroom, I knew I shouldn't have eaten the whole damn pie'
As he ran to the bathroom his pants seemed tighter and tighter. With a
loud moan, he got into the bathroom and ripped his pants office to try
and make it to the toilet in time. As he sat, the horrid explosion he
expected didn't happen. His stomach though practically flopped out of
his pants. That was strange in itself, he had always been a stickler for
keeping his body trim and tight. But right now, he had a gut. 'What
the fuck, I just ate that stupid little pie and it ruined 10 years of
exercise, no way, this is a law suit.' As he gathered up the flab in
his hands he was horrified to feel it ooze between his fingers and push
itself out even more. Slowly the cramps fizzled out and he wearily
pulled up his pants. Another surprise was in store for him, he finely
tailored pants was now some sort of blue-gray looking hospital scrub
looking thing. And what was worse is his shirt seemed to match,
emblazoned on the front was a dirty name tag, 'Jake' poorly stitched on
the front.
As he was about to scream a voice came out from the bathroom door.
'Let's go Jake you're not getting paid to sit on the shitter all night,
we have a whole building to clean.'
He was about to asked what the hell he meant by that but out of his
mouth came a gruff voice. 'Yeah yeah, keep you freakin shoit on, I'll
be right out' His hand flew to his mouth, 'What the hell was that, it
was like he wasn't in control of his own voice, I gotta get out of
here.'
Where 10 minutes ago was a lean mean business machine was now a fat
greasy haired custodian. 'This can't be happening' He tried to tell
himself, and he slowly walked out the door of the bathroom, and ran down
the now deserted hall to his office, he couldn't get in the door fast
enough as he slammed the door behind him he was greeted not with his
office but a cleaning supply closet. He turned around to leave but the
door was locked. He started pounding on it, when a small voice came
from the other side.
'You had better stop fooling around in there Jackie, If the house isn't
cleaned up by the time he gets home, it's going to be your ass.'
That was confusing in itself, but was even more confusing was the
feminine voice that came out of his mouth. 'I'm sorry mam, I'll be out
in a minute' As he brought his hand up to his throat he watched as it
shrunk down and his nail grew slightly and became rounded at the tip.
Then as in some sci-fi movie, his blue-gray uniform began darkening
until it was pitch black. The gut that he had recently acquired came to
life as it gurgled and rumbled and began moving under his skin. As the
fat receded from his belly, part of it wiggled under his pants and slid
onto his butt and hips. The other part of the flab crept slowly up his
mid-section and broke into two mounds that oozed out from his chest.
The shear horror of watching mounds of flesh growing ever so slowly out
from his chest forced him to yank up his shirt and he watch in disbelief
as his already flabby looking chest elongated into two fairly large
breasts. The last remaining fat pushed it's way to the front of his new
breasts and forced it's way behind his nipples, stretching them wider
and jutting them out a good half-inch from his chest. With a loud burp
his already diminished stomach shrunk even more, adding to his hips and
rear, and giving him a hour-glass shape.
Not wanting to look at them anymore he attempted to pull his shirt down
to hide them from himself, but the shirt should not budge lower then
just past the bottoms of his new breasts. Suddenly the shirt came to
life and twisted and thinned out and soon he was wearing a black bra.
'No, No' he moaned and vigorously shook his head from side to side, but
as he did his short hair tight to his head grew out long and straight
and was soon swishing around his face as he cried 'No this can't be'
The tears streaming down his cheeks was itching him for some reason and
he began whipping his eyes, and as he did the tears coated the rest of
his face, his face tingling all over feeling like his skin was crawling
about his face.
His pants merged together into a tube and crawled up his body all the
way to around his shoulders and part way down his now graceful looking
arms. The bottom hem then shot up to his mid thighs and like the
blossoming of tiny little flowers at every edge white lace grew at the
openings.
His socks crept up his legs becoming translucent and as it did he
watched them mold his legs into a sleek sexy shape as they crept up to
his crotch, he felt them pressing into his penis undulating over it in a
warm almost sexual manner, but the pleasure was short lived and soon he
felt the pantyhose pressing into his body in an opening that wasn't
supposed to be there. After a moment there was a slurping sound and the
pantyhose withdrew from him and crept back down to his thighs. A cool
breeze drifted up his dress to his new female equipment and somewhere in
the back of his mind he realized he wasn't wearing any underwear.
Dizzy he tottered a bit on what he realized to be 5" high pumps strapped
around his ankles. He leaned against the door for balance but as he
did, it flew opened and he toppled into what seemed to be a hallway of a
large mansion.
His bare ass popping out of his short maid's uniform he fell face down
on the floor. A deep man's voice boomed out in front of him 'Just what
I like to see when I come home after a hard days work'
As he tried to recover himself to stand he looked on the floor and saw
man's dress shoes in front of his face, he followed them up the body to
see some strange man in a blue business suit standing in front of him
smiling, and what he started to do next, was even a bigger shock.
'I hope you haven't had dinner yet sweetie, cause I have something I
think you'll find quite tasty.' He then started unzipping his pants,
fished around for a moment, and pulled out his cock.
Jake stared in revulsion at his huge member, already stiffening with
desire. Even though the sight sickened him to his very soul, his body
seemed to be on auto-pilot. He felt a demure smile creep over his lips
and he felt his face heat up in a blush. Slowly he crawled over to the
man. Inside his mind he fought with all his being to try to stop, but
still he slinked across the floor with obvious intent. As he reached
the man, he glided his silk gloved hands up his legs, a sexy groan
escaped his lips. The man leered in anticipation. Jake felt his mouth
water and closed his eyes, just as he was to do the unthinkable, reality
folded in on him.
'Randal' Jake heard a voice boom, 'Just what the fuck do you think
you're doing'.
Jake opened his eyes in shock. He was on his knees, kneeling on the
men's room floor, right in front of... His boss. Quickly Jake took
stock of himself, he was back in his own clothes. Back in his own body.
Trying to maintain some form of dignity he got up.
'Randal, what the hells wrong with you, I'm trying to take a piss and
you come crawling across the floor at me, what are you some kind of
fruit?'
Faking a chuckle 'I had you there Bob, I'm just goofing around, jeez to
see the look on your face.'
His boss gave a confused look, then shook forced out a laugh. 'Well some
people might not get your sense of humor Jake. Get you self together,
we have that important meeting in a hour. I suggest you go back to your
office and get yourself together.'
Jake nodded and headed back to his office and shut the door. 'I must be
going crazy'. He tried to collect his thoughts, grabbed a bottle of
spring water from his personal refrigerator, and flopped into his
chair.' He squeezed of some water into his mouth and took a deep
breath. 'I've gotta pull it together', he thought. 'Maybe if I put my
head down a sec'. He rested his head a minute on his desk. He wiggled
his butt in his chair to get a little more comfortable, when he was
startled to hear the rustle of plastic from under him. Slowly he picked
his head up. 'What the hell', he thought as he looked around. He was
in some sort of giant kitchen. No it wasn't giant, he was just very
tiny. He looked over to his hand, where just a few minutes before was
a bottle of water now was just a bottle, a baby's bottle. Further
inspection revealed worse, looking down at his body he saw just the
pudgy body of a two year old, perched in a high chair, wearing nothing
but a diaper. He tried to let out a scream, but all that came out was
the wait of an infant.
A women's voice broke his crying. 'What's wrong with my little girl, is
she finished her bottle and is still hungry'.
The woman looked slightly familiar to him, where did he see her before.
As she picked his tiny body up he got a closer look at the face. My
God, the woman from the bakery shop. His body started to tremble with
fear, what is she, and how is she doing this to me. He wanted to call
to her, but she opened up her blouse and silenced him by placing his
mouth over her generous breasts. He uncontrollably started to suck and
her warm milk soon flowed into his mouth.
She cooed to him 'That's right my little baby girl, drink up, you though
you were in control of your life didn't you Jackie poo. But as you see
you aren't even in control of yourself.'
'She knows who I am.' he thought. 'We'll see bitch, when I figure out
how your doing this we'll see who's in control
'Ha that's funny' she laughed 'You're running things huh. My dear you
see you're not even able to think without me knowing it, you can't even
control your body anymore'
As she said that he felt a warmth in his stomach, and soon that warmth
was filling his diaper. He tried to hold his bowels and bladder but he
couldn't even work the muscles in his own tiny body. Before he knew it
he had quite a squishy load in the back of his diaper. He spit out her
nipple and wailed in utter dismay.
'Mr. Randal, are you all right'
He turned his head, he was back in his office again, sitting in his
chair, he looked up to see Samantha beautiful face peeking in his door.
'Is something wrong sir.'
'No nothing Sam, I'm just trying to sike myself of for the meeting.'
'Oh...Ok', she shook her head, 'You better do it fast then it starts in
about ten minutes.' She sniffed the air and scrunched up her nose. 'You
better freshen up a bit first sir, and check your shoes, I think you
might have stepped in something'. She then quietly closed the door.
Jake took a quick whiff of air. It stunk like shit, his faced paled as
he moved his bottom around in the chair and was greeted by the squishy
feeling as the shit slurped around in his pair of $100 boxers.
He flew out of his chair. 'Alright you bitch, I don't know what you are
and what you want, but nobody fucks around with Jake Randal, got that
nobody.'
'Oh really', in a quick flash of flame accompanied by a quick whiff of
sulfur, Sara was standing in a corner of his office.
Jake suddenly found himself frozen to the spot, he couldn't move at all.
'You see Jake, souls of people like yourself already belong to hell,
sometimes when their as bad as yours we foreclose and take it early, So
basically you're mine to do anything I want. So have a seat.'
His legs quickly gave out from under him and with a disgusting splat he
flopped right down in his chair, in his own filthy mess. He found he
could speak again. 'I've always been a strong man, it's only a matter
of time till I'm able to stop whatever it is you're doing to me.'
'Oh such a strong man, why only a few minutes ago you were a helpless
baby, sucking at my tit. I guess that wasn't enough food for you.' A
baby bottle appeared in her hand. 'Here, drink up.'
Jake took the bottle from her hand and for a millisecond he though he
would be able to resist her power, put the craving for the bottle grew
and grew until it was too much for him to bear, and he began furiously
sucking on it. He sucked and sucked but nothing would come out, the need
to have what's inside growing more and more with each passing moment.
'What's the matter baby, you can't get any, keep sucking you'll get it.'
He closed his eyes and used all his might, he had to get what was inside
the bottle. He soon felt the nipple swelling inside his mouth, it was
getting bigger and bigger and soon filled his mouth, he could almost
feel the liquid moving up towards his mouth. With a last ditch effort
he pulled the now huge nipple inside his mouth and he was soon
swallowing down gobs full of milk. But the milk was strange, it was
thick and...salty. From above him he heard the definite sigh of a man
cuming. As he opened his eyes and looked up he realized he was no
longer in his office, he was in an alley somewhere and the nipple in his
mouth was a man's dick, slowly deflating having just been spent into his
mouth. He just sucked a guy off! He spat out the cock and the
remaining jisim that was pooled around his lips dripped down his chin
and landed onto... his breasts. His huge milky white breasts
overflowing from the top of his tube top.. He tried to get up but
wobbled and fell down on his ass from his towering heels, and put a run
in his fishnet hose. He looked up at the dirty man putting his limp
cock away.
'Thanks babe, that was great' and he tossed down to Jake a crumbled up
five and walked away.
'So this is what I've become, some cheap whore, You think this is funny
bitch', the new woman screamed with the high pitched nasal voice of a
bimbo, 'is this how you get amusement, Well I'll ruin your fun for you,
I'll just kill myself and end all your damn enjoyment.'
Sara was back in a flash. 'I wouldn't do that Jake, you'll quickly find
yourself in hell and I assure you there are far worse punishments than
this down there.'
'Then what do you want from me', he sobbed.
'Well they say confession is good for the soul, maybe you should start.'
'Alright, Alright, if that will make you stop, I did it, I slowly
poisoned old man Robinson, and tricked his daughter into falling in love
with me so I can steal all her assets from her when her father finally
dropped dead. Is that what you wanted to hear, I admit it all I did it
all.'
On his last words he realized his voice was his own again, and so was
his body. He wiped away the tears from his face, and looked up at Sara.
'Is it over finished'.
The form of Sara faded away before his eyes only to reveal another form,
that of a policeman grinning from ear to ear. 'Well Mister Randal, I'd
say you're finished, with that grand confession you just gave. Take em
away boys.'
****Four Month's Later***
Inmate Randal went back to his cell, he'd come to terms with prison life
now, he had to, he'd be there for the rest of his life. He stood there
alone looking in the mirror at himself . When out from behind him
stepped Sara from the shadows.
'Come here to gloat huh, you took everything away from me. Reduced me
to a criminal. You must be so proud of yourself.'
'No Jake, you still haven't paid your debt, you can never payback the
taking of another life. So I'm here to take a little more payment from
you.'
A glow sprang forth from her hands and smashed right into Jake's body.
He felt warmth all over his body for a second and then it faded away, as
well as did the image of Sara.
Later that night, Jake was in the shower room with all the other
inmates. He always chose the shower stall all the way in the corner this
way no one would sneak up behind him. The prison shower was not the
place to be off guard. As he lathered himself up and washed away all
the horrible thoughts that happened to him, he felt that warmth again,
deep inside his body, and it seemed to spring forth and his whole body
felt wrapped up in it. As washed himself he felt his chest pushing out
from under his soapy hand. His body convulsed and his transformation
sped up. Breasts growing huge, his hair cascading down his back, his
butt and hips jutting out, his body taking on the proportions that would
make a stripper green with envy. He fell to his knees as he watch the
reaming inch of his manhood creep inside his body. As he looked around
the room he realized everyone else saw him change, and was leering at
him. Jake's feminine screams were quickly muffled out as the hoards of
murders and rapists converged on him.
That was the first of an eternity of nights for Jake, every night in the
shower he's change, and after every man used him in every orifice off
his female body, he painfully changed back into his male form.
Sara magically watched Jake as he sucked off a huge man while being
reamed on both sides by two others. She smiled to herself, 'What could
possibly be more fun then that.' The words barley passed her lips as
she heard the tinkle of the small bell above her shop door. She smiled
at her new customer. 'I'm sure I'll think of something'.
The End
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