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Home Alone

By: Shalmendo

© 2015

For: Evil Sprite

Finally, he was alone. Mamma Sprite had just left to run some errands and he was home all by himself. Excitement rushed through his veins as he pulled all the curtains and closed all the shutters, checking the door locks, and making sure he wouldn't get surprised by anything.

Finally, he rushed into his bedroom, and dug into the depths of his closet. Not for a skeleton, for a cardboard box that had been delivered the day before. A very precious thing to him, full of something exciting, and secret. He pulled it out and sat it on the bed, quivering a bit in excitement. He was about to open his very own Pandora's box.

Grabbing a small blade he cut the packing tape on it and pulled the cardboard flaps out two at a time. Like Indiana Jones coming upon a golden idol, he gazed down upon the box's contents. Within it, was a collection of clothing he had secretly ordered online, unknown to everyone, even his own mom. The clothing was very feminine, consisting of stockings, panties, a bra, and other adornments. He knew how wrong it was for a boy imp to wear a girl's clothes but that made it all the more delicious and exciting that he was about to do this very thing, and get away with it if he wasn't caught.

He paused a moment to listen to the house. It was quiet, save for a crackle or pop from the house settling in the afternoon light, and the hum of the air conditioning. All was quiet, and secure for the moment. So he pulled out each article of clothing and laid them out on the bed. First, was a pair of nylon stockings that felt deliciously soft and stretchy. Next, he laid out a garter belt and a thong next to eachother. The belt would hold up the stockings nicely, and squeeze his thighs just right, while the thong would hold his package in the most effeminate packaging imaginable. Following these was a beautiful soft and lacy halter top, which would squeeze his chest just right with the soft girlish fabric, and a heart collar that would complete the ensemble. He picked up each piece, fondling and feeling them, rubbing them against his face and body, holding up the halter top and looking at it in the mirror in front of himself and squirming. He was already getting hard just thinking about how the soft female garments would feel against him.

He pulled off his shorts, and tossed them onto his desk chair, and picked up the thong, feeling it's soft feminine fabric between his fingers, before slipping each foot through the openings and pulling them up his legs slowly. He was immediately in a sort of impish heaven as the fabric graced up his legs and thighs. They were immensely soft, being not only new, but made for the feminine body. That cloudy softness slid up his calves, and thighs, and he gingerly nestled it around his already hard package, sighing softly as the pleasant material cradled his arousal. He wiggled his fingers around the material to tug it securely up and around his rear and front, looking at himself in the mirror. He was already starting to look feminine with just that one item, but he knew there was more to put on.

He licked his lips as he turned his attention to the garter belt and pulled that on as well, the clips tinkled slightly as it jiggled and shifted around his body, hugging around his body gently as he arranged it upon his skin. It was gloriously soft as well, and squeezed just right around his body to make him feel his inner female starting to come through. Once the garter belt was in proper place, he sat down on the side of the bed and grabbed the pair of nylon stockings. He spent a moment feeling the delicious sheer mesh between his fingers before pulling the opening wider and poking his toes into it. He couldn't help but wiggle them in pleasure as he started to pull it up over his two toed foot, and slipping it up around his ankle. Bliss filled his senses as that elegant and dainty material stroked and caressed his skin on it's way up to his thighs. Every stroke and caress of the fabric was a wonderful sensation of joy and feminism as he tugged it right up to his thigh and attached it to the garter belt. He fumbled with it a little until he got the hang of the clips, and he was well rewarded with the firm and taut sensation of the material hugging around his leg. He was tempted to look in the mirror but he wanted to see it with both legs. Again, he enjoyed a pleasurable bliss as the second stocking made it's way up his leg and caressed his skin. Once he had it attached to the belt, he spent a couple of moment stretching and moving his legs, relishing the way the material gently slid and shifted around his legs. He stroked and caressed his legs, feeling that material, how they accentuated the shape they had, and made them incredibly womanly. He finally looked in the mirror, and moaned a little as he adjusted the thong and felt his package through it.

But he wasn't done yet, he still had the halter top and the collar to put on to complete the transformation. He picked it up, watching how the thin light fabric shifted in the wind caused by his movements. He felt how gently soft and caressing the material was. And finally he slipped it around his chest and started to zip it up into place. He was immediately rewarded with such soft fabric gracing around his chest and nipples, the sheer fabric stroking and caressing them so wonderfully they couldn't help but respond by getting harder. He moaned as the zipper went up and he looked at himself in the mirror. He smiles softly, admiring how much of a woman he was transforming himself into just by the clothing alone. But he knew that it wasn't complete yet. He spent a moment adjusting and rubbing his body through the various materials, relishing their gentle caress. He especially enjoyed how it rubbed his nipples, and his package together.

He finally grabbed the collar and slipped it around his neck, securing it in the back, adjusting it and making sure it was comfortable. He stood in the mirror, admiring himself for what must have been many minutes. He was entranced by the aura of womanhood he was projecting now, but things weren't quite complete…

He stalked over to his mother's bedroom, and moved to her bureau, on top of which was a selection of cosmetics she regularly wore. This was a faux pas, a forbidden act, but he just had to complete his image. He couldn't live without seeing himself in the full, and complete, transformation into a beautiful female. So he grabbed several items and went into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror he first pulled out his mom's lipstick. He trembled slightly in anticipation as he brought the brightly colored stick to his lips and traced it around them slowly. He wanted this to be perfect, so he took his time to make sure he would get it just right. It took a minute or so, but he soon had full, beautiful lips, enhanced by the lipstick his mother wore daily. He took it further, and grabbed her mascara to frame his eyes in just the right way, carefully applying it in a way that he'd seen her do many times. The effect wouldn't be complete without a touch of blush, and eyeliner, which he also applied carefully.

When he was finished, he stared at himself for what felt like forever. His transformation was complete, now. And he relished in it. He didn't even look like his usual impish self anymore, but a beautiful and dainty woman that any demon might wink at. He smiled, turning his head and body, effecting a feminine and coquettish stance and gaze. He winked, feeling a thrill at how much of a complete female he had transformed himself into. But the afternoon was only just beginning.

The final part of his alone time, as in another, smaller, box, also hidden in the closet. He slipped over into his bedroom, practicing a feminine walk that made him giggle. He grabbed the box from it's hiding place. It was an old shoebox, but the contents weren't that old. He had a special source for the contents he had found online from a big company that had a special underground selection of items. He set the box down carefully on his desk and lifted the top off. Peering into the box with a wicked smile, he found himself greeted by tiny little people. They had arrived this morning, and he just couldn't wait for his mom to leave so he could put into action his deadly plan.

The Micros he ordered were on the order of about an inch and a bit smaller, sizes varied slightly, “Due to variations in the process" according to the company. And all of them stared up at him, terrified. His grin widened as he could read the terror in their faces. They didn't know what was in store for them. They didn't even know they were going to be shrunken down and shipped out to the demon's home. They had signed up for a 'Free Cruise' program offered by a travel firm,but instead of getting a cruise, they got shrunken and packed into a shoebox, and now found themselves peering up a creature they hadn't seen before glaring at them with mischief in his yellow slitted eyes.

Many of them milled around, looking for a way out, but they were inturrupted as a large, menacing, hand descended next to that grin and plucked one of them out of the crowd. The fingers grabbed one unlucky individual and lifted him right out of the box. The helpless man screamed and beat against the thick gigantic fingers for lack of anything else he could do. The Imp grinned, and said to the tiny helpless man, “Let's see...what should I do with you…" The Imp looked down at himself, and then grinned, “You're going to be lucky…" And he proceeded to lower the man down into the halter top and drop him in there, “I'll get you out later, if you survive." He could feel the man grabbing and scrabbling at the material and his flesh as he fell into the halter top helplessly. He wiggled a bit, enjoying the sensation of the tiny man panicking in the soft cage.

Next he plucked up another, he had plenty to play with, and whispered to the helpless one, “If you can make it out of my room, I'll let you go…." He then plopped the man down on the carpet in front of his stockinged toes, and watched him bolt towards the door. The carpet was a bit of a challenge but he seemed to be athletic enough that he was able to make some good progress. Sprite stood there and watched him running for his life, in the literal way, for the 'gateway to freedom' that towered like a monolithic hole. Sprite grinned at the tiny man running. Due to the size difference he wasn't that terribly fast..but he waited. He waited just until the man was about to reach the glorified exit to freedom, then took two steps, and brought his third down on the tiny form, who screamed at the last moment, but went silent as a satisfying crunch was felt underneath the ball of his foot, through the sheer material. He moaned as he rubbed his package through the feminine material, looking back to the box, pondering what to do with the next one. Fortunately, none of them had seen the demise of their former associate, and didn't know that the sprite had lied outright. Many of them thought perhaps he had escaped successfully.

He stepped back over to the box full of micros, and plucked out another one, who didn't seem quite as afraid as the last one, probably due to the promise of freedom that they had overheard earlier. The man looked up at the giant Imp, wondering what to expect. The Imp grinned down at him, “Do you like my clothes, little guy?" The man nodded enthusiastically, trying to please their captor. It couldn't hurt, right? The Imp grinned and stuck his finger into his thong, pulling it out a little, then dropping the man into it, right with his hardened package. The man was shocked to find a dick on what he thought was a female, but he quickly forgot about that as the elastic snapped back and he found himself pinned against a hard, throbbing, cock. He certainly hadn't expected this kind of response from licking the demon's clothing, and he gagged a bit at the hot masculinity that was being forced upon him as the demon's palm ground him against that needy member. The Imp groaned at the feeling of the tiny man struggling against his hard, sensitive, cock and couldn't help but keep grinding him, more, and more, harder, and harder, until he felt the man stop moving. He chuckled, figuring the man was either unconscious, or fully dead. He didn't care, He loved the feeling of the body against his cock and kept grinding and grinding it as he stared at the other ones, pondering what to do next. Inside his thong, the tiny man was being relentelessly ground into a mush of blood and flesh, something the imp would probably be enjoying later.

He reached into the box again, pulling out three littles this time and setting them ontop of his discarded shorts on his chair, “You stand here...and you stand here...and you can stand over here. We're going to play a game." He put the lid back on the box so he could enjoy this without the other littles seeing his plans. “We're going to play, find my ass crack before you get crushed." He grinned as he turned around, presenting his demonic ass to the three tinies who shouted and started running, one tried to run off the chair, but found himself daunted by the sheer drop he found at the edge, and the other two didn't know what to do. The Imp licked his lips as he lowered his ass down, hearing the screams behind him as they tried to plead for their lives. It wouldn't do any good, he was anticipating the results of his sitting down. He got them shortly enough. While he had given the littles some time to run about and get into a better position, they had wasted it and he felt them wiggling underneath his rump, pinned down by the pressure provided by his sheer body weight. He finally sat down all the way and felt their forms come to a stop. As a last enjoyment, he wiggled his rear on the chair, crushing and pasting them across his skin with a flourish he relished.

He tipped the box's top back open once more, and fished out another. He didn't look this time, only relished the shout of surprise that the victim gave, as he stared down at the tiny form, pondering with an evil grin. “Mmmmh, you look so cute I could just kiss you." He brought the tiny up to his lushly colored lips, and proceeded to slowly grind and rub the tiny against them...first the tiny seemed to enjoy it a bit b ut it quickly turned into struggling as he started pushing harder and harder, the tiny could be heard to shout and he could feel it pushing hard against his big pillowy lips. It was inevitable though, that the tiny would succumb to the smothering and go still, it didn't take too long, only a few minutes, and he ground even harder, forcing the tiny to start mushing up against his lips, and turn into paste, which he rubbed allover them and repainted his lips with. He thought for a moment if tinies might be useful for lipstick, but glanced in the mirrror to see that he didn't spread very well. Instead, he licked his lips slowly, getting a good taste of tiny flesh and blood as he licked them clean. He couldn't help but stare at himself in the mirror, watching his tongue catching up the remains and leaving the lipstick behind, still looking fresh. He crunched a bit on the remaining bones as he opened the box once more.

This time he grabbed a handful of tinies, about 5 of them, and put them on the floor without any explanation. This was going to be good, he thought to himself. He let them look around and stare up at them before he stomped his foot down nearby them, knocking all but one of them off their feet, and said “Run." After a moment of milling confusion, the tinies split off in every direction. One ran under the bed, but another two took a more dangerous course of trying to run for the door. Another tried to be sneaky and ran FOR his feet, probably trying to slip behind them and find a way to disappear quickly. He wiggled his toes as the tiny approached them, being more fascinated by his attempt to hide then the others for the moment. The tiny did something unexpected, and began to hug one of his toes. He stared closer, seeing the tiny licking at the sheer material. Probably an attempt to satiate the giant god that had their lives under his very feet. He chuckled, letting the tiny continue for awhile, rather enjoying it but finally he shifted his foot forward and caught the tiny underneath that toe. “So you're trying to worship me, tiny? Maybe get my favor?" He snickered, “It doesn't work that way." as he said that he started leaning down on that toe, the tiny struggling underneath it only made it more pleasant. He gradually put more and more pressure onto the struggling and helpless form, until he felt it pop nicely underneath the pressure. It felt satisfying, crushing a tiny that had pretty much presented himself for that very thing, of his own choice.

Next, he turned his attention towards the two running for the door. They were over halfway there now, and he snickered as he stepped over and stomped down hard next to them, knocking them off their feet with the impact, and proceeded to aim his heel right over the two, “Nice try." he gloated as he brought it down ontop of both, in a swift crushing motion. They hardly had time to realize what was going on before they were gushing out underneath his mighty heel, being absorbed up into the sheer, and squirting out from underneath it in a fountain of blood he found quite satisfying. He ground his heel back and forth on them for a few moments, enjoying the grinding and crushing sensation of bones snapping and fracturing under his relentless foot that had decided their fate. He took a moment to admire the stain before he turned his attention to looking underneath the bed.

Under the bed was a bit of a safer spot for tinies, since it had various items stowed away, like clothing, sex toys, and other random things. He peered thoughtfully underneath, considering where the tiny had entered, and where he might have gone. He walked around to the other side of the bed to peer down for a different angle. Could it be hiding behind that dildo box? That sandal? maybe it was taking shelter under those shorts. He grinned as he reached in, “I'm coming for you..and I know where you are!" he taunted the tiny. He didn't actually know, but he figured the tiny was terrified enough to make a mistake. He was right, as he saw a small figure bolt out from behind a container and run for it's life. He waited a moment, “Fe fi Fo fum…" he chuckled, feeling big and powerful as he moved his arm, and hand, down to swat the tiny right into the carpet. The tiny was probably injured, but he closed his fist around the form and pulled it out from under the bed. He took a moment to look at his closed fist, and the tiny it contained, then grinned as he started to squeeze tighter, and tighter. He literally had a life in his hands, and he could choose when, and how to end it. He grinned wider as he kept squeezing, feeling bones cracking and crunching like someone squeezing a fistful of walnuts. He brought his fist to his ear, and listened to the soft, tiny, crackling sounds as the bones were ground into tiny fragments by his squeezing and undulating fingers. The tiny was definitely dead by this point, but he enjoyed the sounds of the frail body being broken down..he opened his palm to see an impossible to recognize mush of flesh, bone, and blood dribbling. He dropped the lifeless husk onto the desk, and licked the remains off his palm and fingers with a satisfied moan.

He stood there, relishing the last few killings, then remembered that there was another tiny in that group of 5 he hadn't found yet, and he had been so distracted by the others he didn't know where he was. He looked around at the visible floor, not seeing it right away so he got down on all fours to peer under his desk, “Hmm, now where did that lucky one get off to…" he peered about at the area underneath his desk, and reached around the legs, probing with his fingers to see if he could feel someone hiding back there, but found nothing. He shuffled around as he looked for other possible hiding spaces the micro could have gotten to, then suddenly felt a crunch underneath his knee. He looked back to see a definite blood stain and the remains of a former micro. “Oh that's where you got to." He smirked, “that wasn't as fun as the others." and he stood up, and opened the box again...there weren't quite as many in there as before, but he took a couple of handfuls, feeling empowered now.

He dropped them down on the floor, and laughed loudly, “Run! Run to the door! You have a chance to make it out the front door if you hurry!" He grinned as he drove his foot through one of the groups, sending them scattering, and killing at least one of them. The groups reacted and everyone started screaming and running towards the door as fast as they could. He let them all exit the room, fondling himself as he slowly walked after them, cackling evilly as he knew what he was about to do. He waited a moment before he peeked out of his room, and saw that some of the tinies had gone the wrong way down the hall, he sniggered as he walked out leisurely, hearing them shriek as they saw him, and moved over to the few that were scattering at the wrong end of the hall. “Tsk, you went the wrong way, now i'm gonna have to stomp you out!" He laughed as he brought his heel down on top of one of them, making the others cringe and run harder. He saw one trip and brought the ball of his foot to bear, smearing that one across the floor as he guided his toes for yet another one who was pushed onto their face and rolled underneath his huge toes. He wiggled those toes forcefully, breaking the tiny's bones and body, watching the remaining two still running, into the bathroom. One of them made it into the tiled room, and the other was struggling to make it there. He reached down and plucked it up, then grinned at it as he peered closely at the tiny in his hand, who cowered and tried to shield himself. He opened his thong again, letting his member rise out of it like a behemoth all it's own. “you're gonna have a good time." He lowered the micro and forcefully pushed him, head first, into the cumslit of his throbbing cock. It was electric, the sensation of the Tiny gradually being pushed a little deeper and a little deeper into his raging boner. The tiny struggled like crazy but couldn't resist the finger pushing him in...he finally pushed the last of the tiny right into his slit, and moaned as he felt him struggling to get out. This did nothing for the tiny but made him feel indescribably good at the nearly electric stimulation resulting. He couldn't help but pre a little, which flowed out around the tiny and probably started drowning him as well. As that tiny struggled he went into the bathroom and spotted the other tiny running behind the toilet. He wasted no time reaching back there and feeling around to grab him and pick him up, “I wonder if I have room for two…." he grinned menacingly as he took the second tiny and started to push him directly into his cumslit, right into the other one who was allready there. This was an even BETTER sensation as he was literally sounding with tinies...the fresh one wiggled around and struggled just like the first, while the first was falling still, probably suffocating. He shoved the second tiny in all the way and stroked himself slowly as he made his way out to the rest of the house. He spotted 6 more tinies running for the door and laughed as he ran up behind the m and proceed to quickly stomp out each one in turn, with each step as he made his way closer to the final tiny running for the door. Turn in turn, each tiny was killed under his massive feet, crushed into a pulp under his toes, his heel, the ball of his foot, he even managed to kick one across the room. He grinned in pure excitement as he fondled and stroked his bucking member as he converged on the final one, who was just about to the door. “Come and get it you little worthless…."

Without warning he was completely interrupted by the deadbolt in the door being unlocked from the outside. He stopped in pure shock as the door opened, and his own mamma sprite entered the room, holding a bag from her shopping and errands. Unbeknownst to her, she brought her larger, tougher, foot right down on that last tiny that her son was just about to crush down onto. He splattered easily under her tough foot, and she didn't even notice. Her feet were too big, and too tough for her to feel something so small and insignificant underneath them. Sprite stared, gulping. He was in the midst of pure fear now as he had just been caught in his dirty little secret, and was now standing right in front of his own mother, wearing her lipstick, and wearing girly feminine clothes. I'm so dead, was the only thing he could think of as she smiled at him in a most unusual way, and closed the door.