Story of the Door Woman, The

The Story of the Door Woman

The Door Woman, Alexa Pittman, was standing in the door. She had been employed to look after the little girl. And prevent the little girl from getting out of this room. 

The little girl was quite a trouble-maker and had escaped from other such door women before. Her mom had gone out to do something and had left the little girl alone in the pantry/garden area of the home. The door woman blocked the door so the little girl couldn't get out -- but there was some light shining from out behind her, in the blackness, that could just be seen, but that the girl couldn't get to. All she had to herself in this room was a TV, a little table, some packs of gum, and a window. There were also some cupboards and miscellaneous objects. The little girl didn't care about any of this.

"So what's it all about?" Said the door woman, clicking her fingernails.

The little girl looked up at her smugly and somewhat glumly. "What's what about, eh?", she said.

"What are you doing here, I mean?"

The little girl put her elbow up on the table. "Ehhhh?" she said. "What am IIIIII doing here?" She looked at her fingers, rolled her eyes.

The door woman scowled -- "Don't play games with me," she said. 

The girl stood up from the table. She had a smug and somewhat defiant look on her face. "I'm going to get away from you," she announced to the Door Woman.

The door woman clicked her nail and looked at her with a nasty expression on her face. Oh no that girl wouldn't.

The girl prowled around the table. "Oh yes I will," she said, "and I'll show you... with this pack of gum."

"Oh?" Said the Door Woman.

"Yes," said the little girl. "And I'll do it just... by eating it."

"Hm," said the door woman. "And how... are you going to manage that?"

The girl reached into the packet -- it was spearmint -- and drew out a stick of gum.

"Give me that," the door woman said.

"No," the girl said and hid it a bit behind her back.

"If you don't give it to me you won't be getting out of here."

The girl looked at her slyly. "I won't be getting out of here whether I give it to you or not."

"That's right," the door woman said with a smile.

"I guess I'll have just some, then," the girl said, cheekily. The door woman stood and looked.

"And how are you going to escape with that?" she said.

"You'll just have to see," the girl said.

The girl started chewing a first bit of gum. There were bits of red poking out from between her teeth when she chewed. The door woman assumed it was some piece of the gum.

It wasn't -- it was a nail file. The girl pulled it out of her mouth. 

"I hid it in this," the girl said, looking at the gum. "It's for your nails. Won't they look pretty when you're done?"

The door woman scowled, looked incredulous -- they had taken away all the little girl's stuff before she had been put in. How could she have possibly produced this?

"Well, it's no matter," the door woman said. "And what are you going to do with a nail file?"

The girl smiled a knowing smile. "Well I got it for your nails, ya see -- they are getting a little clicky," she said.

The door woman knew it to be true. Her nails were getting clicky.

"Well, I don't want to use it," she said, looking away somewhat. "It's just been out of your mouth."

"I know," the girl said, brushing back some hair. "That's why I got another one for you."

"You mean I have to chew that gum?" The door woman said. "And what about your whole thing about getting out of here?"

"It's all right," the girl said. "I know when I'm beat. I just thought you'd like the trick. Thought you might let me out of here out of good sportsmanship."

"No thanks," the door woman said with a smile. "You're not getting out of here."

"Hmph," the little girl pouted. "That's what I thought. Well, aren't you going to take a nail file? I made so many!"

The door woman looked very suspicious. "You made all of these for me? I doubt it. And why would you fill each one with a little nail file?"

"That's because you're a dummy," the girl said. "If you took just one you'd get a file -- but if you took the whole thing you'd get a bunch of files!"

The door woman scowled. "Well, I have some files at home," she said. "And why wouldn't I need just one?"

"Because your nails are getting a little weird," the girl said, with a bunch of little sinister smiles.

"That does it," said the door woman, getting one stick of gum. "If this'll shut you up,", she said, and put it in her mouth.

It wasn't filled with a nail file. There was a red substance in it, that may have looked like a file from the surface. But it wasn't a nail file.

The door woman started chewing. The little girl got back to her business.

The substance inside was supposed to make the woman very absent-minded. And also very weird. 

"Huh, what's going on?" The door woman said. She had all but forgotten about the nail file  hidden inside. The stuff was that fast acting. The door woman's thinking had slowed all but to a crawl.

"What is this?" The door woman said. "It tastes gooood..."

"That's right," said the little girl. "You keep chewing. I told you I would get out of here with just one stick of gum. And it seems I was right." The little girl seemed quite self-satisfied.

"You be quiet..." The door woman said, pointing to her, and starting thinking.

She was thinking about all the things she would do in her airy-fairy land... talk to her boyfriend... go for a bath at home... talk to her mom..... forget all about this little girl...

The girl giggled. The door woman's thighs had started inflating. And I mean growing bigger. Her jeans stretched ou a bit, comfortably, to accomodate them. The door woman chewed the gum around in her mouth -- the little girl teeheed.

"That's what I made for you, you little beach," the girl said, another teehee. She then got the little table and put it up close to the wall with the window. "And just as you'll see, I'll be getting out of here, so tata, you old cow," and she put the TV on top of the table.

The door woman was being absent-minded. She was not at all old.

 "Ooh, this is goooood..." she said. She felt pleasant at the feeling of her thighs inflating, now cinching her jeans a bit, tugging them up so you could see the skin above her shoes...

"Give me another," the door woman said.

The little girl's eyes widened. "It would be my pleasure," she said. She didn't think she would take another stick of gum.

The door woman accepted the second stick of gum the girl gave her and put it in her mouth. Now her cheeks got chubbier. The girl noticed this -- and the woman didn't.

The girl got up onto the table. She looked back to see the door woman's inflating now double-- her butt was now obviously inflating and her calves had certainly filled. The little girl laughed but tried to contain her mirth. She was swaying on the TV.

On the TV, the girl looked to see the woman's breasts inflate. The girl's eyes got rounder at the sight. They really began to fill out her shirt. The buttons strained on the woman's shirt and then one of them even popped off.

"I've gotta get out of here," the little girl said, unlatching and opening the window, putting one hand over on the outside of it so she could crawl out. "That dumb girl could explode."

"Oh no you don't, little girl," the door woman said, swaying lazily and pointing her finger at her. It had also inflated, somewhat; and so had the very tips of her feet, the very top of her chest, and the very small of her back. The cowboy hat she was wearing had begun to chafe the top of the door sill.

The girl started to craw out.

"Come back, little girl," the door woman said, and began hiccuping, hiccuping, and growing in a spurt with each one.

"Sayonara, ya dumb bitch!" The little girl said, and crawled out the window.

"Hiccup! Hiccup!" said the door woman, and began inflating faster and faster. Her hips were wider than the door frame, but being held in. "Little!... Girl!.." she said!

Her thighs had spread to barely fit the frame. Her shoulders were fitting the frame. Her cowboy hat smushed up over the top of her face because the door frame was containing it. And she

Shattered, with an Almighty BOOM!

Bits of feathers floated down and the door frame was left creaky -- bits of wood were left dropping off of it. The little girl touched down on the other side of the wall, in the meantime.

She tittered and laughed. She knew she had her freedom -- but for now.

Because this isn't all that we'll see of the Door woman -- she will be back.