Mini Employee of the Month (F/f, M/f, Dubcon) (Updated 02-04-2025))

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Hello! Long-time lurker and reader who finally decided to start posting my own stories. Thought about posting in Introductions, but seemed silly when a single sentence pretty much sums up my intro, lol.

Here's the first chapter of a story I've wanted to share for a while. Hope you enjoy.




Mini Employee of the Month

Chapter 1

“I’m telling you, Mom, I don’t need this job. My latest album is totally going to take off.”

“Honey, I don’t think you can even call it an ‘album’ if you’re publishing it for free on YouTube and Reddit.”

She turned away so her mom wouldn’t see the annoyed scowl on her face, which left Billie staring into the side mirror of the sedan and scowling at herself instead. Black, shoulder-length hair matched her dark eyes, where long eyelashes and thick eyeliner accentuated their deep pools.

“I’m just saying this job is a waste of time,” Billie said.

“And I’m just saying, you’re nineteen and still never held a job. You’ve got no college plans. If this music thing ever takes off, we can talk, but right now, you need to start earning your own money.”

“It’s not just a ‘music thing.’ It’s my dream, Mom.”

“I know, Honey,” she said in that patient, patronizing tone that always pissed Billie off.

The old Corolla pulled into a parking spot directly in front of the store. The ‘Trader Moe’s’ sign glowed invitingly in the summer blaze of the Californian sun.

Billie sighed, got out of the car, and slammed the door. She felt a pang of guilt for not saying goodbye to her mom, but hurried to the employee entrance anyway.

As she walked, she felt her polo shirt hugging her large chest, which only increased her frustration at this whole thing.

Ever since puberty, her breasts had swelled in size. She got tired of people ogling her like she was some freak, so she began wearing baggy shirts wherever she went, no matter the weather. People gave her weird looks, but she’d take those any day over the blatant stares at her tits from both men and women.

She’d never had a boyfriend, never even been on a date.

But the dress code for this job was very specific, forcing her to wear a polo shirt, tucked into her khaki shorts, that clung to her massive chest despite being a size too big for her overall.

As she approached the employee entrance, a couple of random young guys noticed her tight shirt, swiveling their heads and gazing hungrily at her boobs.

This time, though, Billie felt an odd tingling her in her body at their stares. Having her breasts gazed at like this for the first time in years filled her with sudden, surprising excitement.

“What’s wrong with me?” she whispered in frustration.

The two guys didn’t fail to give her backside some appreciation too. As they walked around the corner, their gazes slid over her thick ass.

She hurried over to the employee entrance.

Before she could swipe the key card that she received at orientation, the door swung open.

She moved aside as a girl about her age stepped out.

Her polo shirt and khaki shorts matched Billie’s almost perfectly, but the slender body under them contrasted with Billie’s curvy figure. Both girls possessed strong legs and toned calves, but this girl’s skin shone a golden tan in the sun, much darker than Billie’s pale skin.

The girl’s name tag read ‘Sam.’ She looked at Billie in awkward surprise.

Then her hazel eyes focused in on Billie’s chest and stared. And kept staring. And continued to stare as her mouth fell open.

“Uh, excuse me,” Billie growled in annoyance, sidestepping around her to get to the door.

But once again, that excited tingle spread through Billie. Her nipples hardened.

She swiped the key card and swung open the door, hoping to get away from this girl as soon as possible.

###

Lucy, the Assistant Cashier Lead, waited for her beside the time clock at the end of the hallway.

In her mid-twenties, Lucy’s short figure was formed almost entirely by her long legs, shown off by khaki pants that were tighter than even the dress code required. Her polo shirt hung loosely around her modest chest. Her pretty, brown eyes watched Billie approach from behind her eyeglasses.

Those eyes centered on Billie’s chest like laser beams, and Billie had to suppress a sigh.

She’d managed to wear a baggy dress shirt for her interviews and orientation, but now the cat, or the tits, were out of the bag, and Lucy apparently noticed.

“Hello!” Lucy said cheerfully, stepping forward.

“Hey,” Billie replied in a neutral tone.

“If you’re ready to start, go ahead and swipe your key card here, then enter your employee number,” said Lucy, indicating the time clock.

Billie did, and then Lucy led her around the corner and into an unoccupied office. Computers and swivel chairs lined the walls.

Lucy stopped in front of a computer.

“For most of today, we’ll have you do your online training,” said Lucy. “You’re only scheduled four hours today, so let’s see how far you’ve gotten after three hours. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sure,” Billie answered.

“Great. It’s all set up for you. Call extension 1226 if you have any questions.”

“’Kay.”

Lucy smiled and left, but not before looking Billie’s body up and down in a quick, appreciative glance.

Billie shook off the tingling settling between her shoulder blades and sat down.

###

“You’re all done? Really?” Lucy asked three hours later.

Billie blinked through hours of calcified boredom before answering.

“Yeah.”

She’d skipped most of the videos, but no need to mention that.

“Well, that’s great,” Lucy said happily. “Nice job. Come with me.”

She led Billie into the next room, which was wider and filled with several rows of long, fold-out tables with plastic chairs.

Lucy sat down at one of the tables and pointed at the chair across from her.

As Billie sat down, Lucy’s eyes stared shamelessly at her chest, then boldly met her eyes.

“So, if you finished your training today, the original plan was for you to shadow Gracie on the register for the last hour of your shift,” Lucy began, “but something’s come up.”

Billie’s defenses activated. She leaned back and folded her arms over her robust chest.

“Okay…”

Lucy smiled disarmingly.

“Nothing to worry about. We’ve just been given an awesome opportunity from Corporate, and I think you’re here at the right time to help our team out.”

Billie frowned at her in confusion and waited for her to continue.

“Have you heard of the Mini app?”

Billie’s eyes widened.

“Uh, yeah, the app that shrinks you to around six inches tall. Only one size setting because of technology limits or something. And you can only use it with codes from the government.”

“Yep,” Lucy nodded, sounding pleased. “And our store has been given access to shrinking codes. We’re given two per day, one to shrink once and one to reverse the process.”

Billie wondered what possible reason the government had for giving Trader Moe’s shrinking codes.

As if reading her mind, Lucy added, “Corporate paid for the codes as part of a promotional effort to increase applications for our store credit card. And our location gets to be the pilot program!”

She pointed to a stack of papers at the far end of the table, which Billie quickly saw were credit card applications.

“The program set-up is: We have one regular-sized employee to help customers fill out the card, and one Mini employee to dance around with an actual credit card, kind of like those sign holders on the street corner. Draws customers in and charms them so the other employee can lock them in.”

Billie’s myriad of emotions probably played across her face: confusion, incredulity, disgust, and curiosity.

Then she realized where all this was going.

“Wait, you want me to be the Mini, don’t you?” she asked in alarm.

Lucy smiled and paused before saying, “I think you’d be perfect for it.”

“Why?” Billie demanded.

Lucy’s gaze flicked briefly to the chest beneath Billie’s arms.

“You’ve got a fun personality,” Lucy said. “I think you’ll do great at charming our customers. We target a younger demographic and I think you’ll connect well with them.”

Billie’s muscles tensed. She strongly suspected the real reason Lucy wanted her for this role had less to do with her personality and more to do with her rack.

“We’d shrink you down right now, then return you to normal in an hour. You’ll have a coworker with you. Beyond that, all the legal stuff was included in the paperwork you signed during orientation.”

She smiled conspiratorially, as if she and Billie shared a secret, before adding,

“You’ll also get a dollar raise for all time spent as a Mini. So, what do you think?”

Indignant rage burned inside Billie’s gut. She opened her mouth to tell Lucy:

No fucking way.

But as her lips parted, time seemed to slow down.

A dollar raise on her first day…

But beyond that, she remembered the tingling sensation as, first the random dudes, then female employee, then Lucy, had all stared at her breasts. She wondered what it would be like to experience that at the size of a doll.

Like a new toy on display...

“Okay,” she heard herself say.

Lucy flashed her a beaming smile.

“Great! Let’s get you set up. I’ll be right back.”

Once Lucy left the room, Billie sighed and dropped her forehead onto the table.

“What’s wrong with me?” she repeated.

###

“All right, stand there...yep...arms at your sides...perfect!”

With her arms out of the way, her back straight, and her polo shirt working its hardest to contain her breasts, Billie felt like her boobs were starring in their own sitcom.

Worse, Lucy had given her a ‘pest control band’ to put on, and Billie didn’t know which unsettled her more: the fact that the band emitted high-pitched sounds to scare off any bugs or rodents who might try to mess with her, or the fact that the thick, silvery thing was meant to be worn around her neck and looked like a fucking collar.

“Now, the app is scanning you,” Lucy said, aiming the store’s handheld device at Billie. “The shrinking process should begin in a few seconds.”

Billie’s heart raced. She felt panic rising inside her as she started thinking this was a mistake.

Then, to her horror, as if mimicking or mocking her rising panic, the objects in the room began growing up around her. The walls seemed to lengthen. The ceiling seemed to lift farther and farther away from her. The floor stretched wider and wider.

Worse, Lucy swelled in size right before her eyes, growing larger, and larger, and larger, transforming into a cute, long-legged, monstrous giantess.

Finally it all stopped, and Billie found herself standing on a field of linoleum with pillars of table legs in the distance and a mountain of a woman looming in front of her.

Her breaths came out of her lips in fast, ragged bursts. She clenched her fists and focused on calming her breathing before she started hyperventilating.

The ground quaked beneath her as the mountain that was Lucy suddenly advanced on her.

A scream escaped her throat and she fell onto her butt.

Overhead, Lucy’s huge form towered over her. A giant hand materialized, dropping closer and closer.

Billie screamed again as giant fingers wrapped around her body.

In the next instant, the hand shot upward, lurching her gut nauseatingly.

Billie struggled in Lucy’s fist, heart pounding, shocked that the woman had just grabbed her without even asking.

Lucy’s face, magnified ten times by Billie’s new size, filled her entire view.

“That went great,” Lucy’s voice boomed.

Billie winced as Lucy’s enthusiastic tone rang her eardrums, but Lucy didn’t seem to notice.

Billie expected Lucy to ask how she was doing, but instead, the twenty-something woman opened her fist, forcing Billie to sit in her palm, and stared at her like a new prize. Her eyes glittered with wonder.

“Look at you, so small, so detailed…,” Lucy breathed, her minty breath wafting over Billie.

Her other hand floated into view and reached out with one long, giant forefinger.

Billie’s heart pounded in anger and panic.

“Hey, this is kind of wei--” Billie started to say.

“Lucy, hey,” a voice said.

Lucy’s hand dropped and her fingers pinched Billie by the hips so tightly it hurt. She spun around, sending Billie’s world lurching violently.

“Oh, hey Sam, thank you for coming.”

When Billie’s reeling vision cleared, she recognized Sam standing in front of the doorway.

Sam stared down at Billie in open-mouthed delight. Her eyes shone eagerly and her thick lips kept twitching upward as if trying not to smirk.

Seeing the other girl as a giantess sent Billie’s thoughts whirling. She felt a nervous anxiety in her stomach and started to wonder again if she’d made a mistake by agreeing to this.

“Sam, this is Billie. She’ll be working with you on the Trader Moe’s Card table for the next hour.

Sam looked like that revelation was better than winning the lottery.

“Can I hold her?”

Billie noticed with frustration and unease that Sam directed the question at Lucy, not Billie herself.

“Sure,” Lucy answered.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” Billie demanded.

To her shock, both women ignored her.

Lucy lifted Billie toward Sam, who responded by holding out her cupped palm expectantly. Lucy dropped Billie into her palm.

Immediately, Sam’s fingers hoisted Billie up and pinned her arms to her sides. She held Billie in front of her face and grinned widely.

Billie’s face burned as she saw Sam’s eyes sizing her up, soon centering their gaze like magnets on Billie’s ample chest.

Billie felt her nipples hardening again and hoped Sam didn’t notice.

“She’ll be perfect,” Sam breathed, sending moist wind gusting over Billie’s shrunken body.

As Sam followed Lucy down the hallway and into the store, she continued to hold Billie with her arms pinned to her sides. In the middle of getting jostled up and down, Billie felt Sam’s thumb creep over and brush her left breast.

Her mouth gaped open in shock, but before she could shout anything, Sam came to a stop behind Lucy.

“Here we are,” Lucy said. “Let’s get set up.”

###

Billie seemed to be standing beside two living mountain ranges.

In actuality, she knew she stood on a green tablecloth on yet another fold-out table, with a stack of credit card applications beside her, a credit card at her feet, Sam sitting in a chair on her other side, and Lucy standing in front.

“Remember, if someone approaches you, ask them if they’re interested in getting a hundred dollars of free groceries,” Lucy was saying to Sam.

Sam nodded impatiently.

“I know.”

“Great. And you…”

She leaned down and peered at Billie.

“You get to dance around with that card like a champ.”

In annoyance, Billie thought her tone sounded like someone talking to a small child.

“Sure,” Billie grunted.

“Huh?” Lucy asked, leaning closer.

At the sight of a mountainous face rushing at her, Billie flinched and stumbled back.

“I said ‘sure!’” Billie shouted angrily.

Lucy stepped back and nodded.

“Your little voice is hard to hear,” she said, then smirked at Sam.

Billie saw Sam smirk back.

Tingling spread through Billie again as she felt less like a coworker and more like a child or toy around these two.

She clenched her fists, angry at herself for getting excited about this.

“Okay, I’ll be back in an hour,” Lucy said.

The table quaked beneath Billie’s feet as the Assistant Lead walked away. Billie didn’t fail to notice her shapely ass in her tight pants rocking and swaying like two lush hills.

Billie tried to take in the scene of the store in front of her, shelves lining the floor like rows of skyscrapers, several customers strolling among them like mythical giants.

She gasped when the credit card suddenly jumped in front of her face.

“Here you go,” Sam said.

Billie noted the detail she could see in Sam’s unpainted fingernails as they held the card in front of her.

Billie yanked the card out of Sam’s grip in annoyance.

She hefted it, briefly stunned at holding a credit card the size of a large poster-board.

Then she lowered it and glared up at Sam’s monolithic form leaning against the table. The girl’s arms lay folded in front of her. Her modest breasts could be seen hinted at beneath her polo shirt. Modest for her size, but still giant from Billie’s perspective. Her billboard-sized face pouted its full lips in a bored expression.

“Hey, what was that about copping a feel on my tit earlier?” Billie demanded.

“Hmm?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

Billie sensed sarcasm oozing off the other teen.

“I mean when you--”

“Oh look,” Sam said, cutting her off. “Someone’s coming.”

Billie turned and saw a man passing by their table. He appeared to be in his thirties, basically ancient compared to her, but also undeniably handsome, with short black hair, a chiseled face, broad chest, strong arms, and thick calves that carried his gigantic body along at a casual pace.

Her heart pounded faster at seeing his gigantic, handsome form.

“Excuse me,” Sam called, ringing Billie’s eardrums again, “would you like a hundred dollars in free groceries?”

Billie’s heart pounded even faster when the giant man turned and smirked at Sam with a raised eyebrow.

Then her heartbeat seemed to rev into a whirlwind when his gaze fell on her.

“Hey, that’s your cue,” Sam hissed, but despite her powerful voice, Billie barely noticed.

The customer’s eyes widened and he walked closer. The table shook from his approach. He leaned over Billie, blocking out the overhead light like a sexy eclipse, bathing her body in his moist breath.

His face scrutinized her in wonder and delight, his white teeth flashing in a grin.

“Is that a Mini? No way!” he boomed, almost deafening her.

His gaze roamed over her body. This close, it was obvious when it came to a rest on her breasts and his pupils dilated.

Billie’s pulse raced. Her body quivered. She moved the credit card protectively in front of her chest.

“Dance!” Sam hissed.

Billie moved the credit card slowly up and down, robotically at first, then more smoothly, shifting to a circular movement.

Finally, hyper-aware of the man’s eyes scrutinizing her, she spun around, tossed the credit card up and caught it, then dropped to one knee and held it out in front of her.

Like a subject offering tribute to a king.

Or a slave delivering treasure to her master

Her nipples grew fully erect. Wetness seeped between her legs.

“What is wrong with me?” she whispered for the third time that day.

Then she snapped her head up and stared at the handsome giant.

“Want to sign up for a Trader’s Moe’s credit card?” she called cheerfully.

His huge face spread into a delighted, hungry grin. One of his hands floated into view, fingers clawing out, flexing, for her.

Then he stopped as if waking from a trance and looked up at Sam.

“Sure, I’ll sign up for one,” he said.

As he filled out the form, Billie kept her eyes on his giant, manly hand as it manipulated the pen, and found herself wishing it would manipulate her body instead. She got wetter and wetter each time his eyes glanced from the paperwork to where she stood nearby, card cradled against her ample breasts.

As the table quaked with each of the man’s departing steps, Sam leaned close to Billie.

“That was awesome,” Sam said, her breath blasting Billie’s neck and back and stirring her hair. “Nice!”

Billie finally caught her breath.

“Fuck yeah it was,” she replied.

###

The store emptied of customers after that, even though it didn’t close for another few hours.

“Always pretty dead after five,” Sam said. “That’s why they might have to start cutting hours soon.”

“Hmm,” Billie said.

She was distracted by the cashier, the only other person on the sales floor that Billie could see, standing behind the cash register on the other side of the room. The cashier appeared a few years older than Billie or Sam, with golden-brown hair held back in a ponytail. Her face had high cheekbones and tan skin, and from this distance looked very pretty.

Billie guessed that was Gracie, even though she couldn’t read her name tag.

She kept glancing across the store at Sam and Billie’s table, but her eyes seemed focused on Billie. Her body shifted and danced in movements that hinted at nervousness or indecisiveness. Billie suspected the cashier wanted to come chat with them.

“Is she not allowed to leave the register?” Billie asked Sam.

“No,” Sam said in a scoffing tone. “The Cashier Lead, Heather, is strict about that. She doesn’t want us socializing too much. She checks the camera footage on the days she isn’t in the store.”

“She sounds like a ton of fun,” Billie commented sarcastically.

“Yeah,” Sam said, matching her sarcastic tone. “So much fun.”

After another minute or so of awkward silence, Billie leaned against the credit card and turned toward Sam.

“So, I still haven’t heard an excuse for what happened earlier,” Billie called to her.

Sam gave her a smug, sideways glance.

“And I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do,” Billie insisted. “You touched my fucking boob.”

Sam shrugged.

“If I did,” the other girl said smugly, “it was only on accident because you’re the size of a doll right now.”

Billie glared, yet the tingling starting humming through her body again.

“Whatever!” Billie sighed, then turned away.

Billie spent the rest of the hour standing in uncomfortable silence with a giant girl beside her. Worse, Billie couldn’t tell if she was angry, nervous, or excited by that.

Finally, Lucy stepped out of the double doors that led to the employee hallway. She walked over to Billie and Sam, shaking the table shook with each step.

“How did it go?” Lucy asked, once again addressing Sam.

“She got us one,” Sam replied.

Only then did Lucy look down at Billie.

“Good job!” Lucy said in a high-pitched tone that sounded like she was praising a dog for sitting. “Only one hour on the floor and you already got an application!”

“Thanks!” Billie called up in annoyance.

“Time to get you back to normal size so you can clock out,” Lucy said.

Before Billie could say anything, Lucy reached out, wrapped her in a fist, and lifted her off the table.

She carried Billie across the room and through the double doors, keeping her fist encircled around the shrunken girl the entire time. Billie didn’t like the way her breasts were mashed against the inside of Lucy’s fingers.

Billie twisted in Lucy’s grip to look up at the mountain of a woman carrying her.

“Hey, can you hold me differently?” Billie shouted.

Seeming to ignore her, Lucy said, “Here we go,” as she reentered the room with the tables.

She placed Billie in the corner, and Billie watched her gigantic shoes thunder over to a table, where she picked up the handheld device.

Lucy pointed the device down at her.

In the next instant, the objects in the room began to shrink, though Billie knew she was actually growing. Smaller, smaller, smaller shrank the tables, the walls, and Lucy herself.

Suddenly dizzy, her vision spinning, Billie stumbled over to a chair and dropped into it.

“Yeah, it can be a little disorienting,” Lucy said. “But you’ll get used it.”

Billie gripped the table as her world continued to spin for another several seconds.

Then it stopped, and she was in a normal-sized room again with a normal-sized Lucy.

But seeing Lucy standing there at regular height, when only a minute earlier she’d been a giantess, was indescribably surreal.

“Nice job out there,” Lucy said, and to Billie’s astonishment, her tone now addressed Billie like an employee instead of a pet. “Since all your training’s done, we’ll start you back on credit card applications first thing tomorrow.”

Billie just wanted to get home and clear her head, so she rose without saying anything and headed for the exit.

“Don’t forget your…,” Lucy called.

Billie glanced behind her to see Lucy tapping her neck.

That’s when Billie realized she still wore the band.

Her shaking fingers pushed the release button and the band snapped open. She handed it to Lucy.

“See you tomorrow,” Lucy said.

“Yeah,” Billie grunted.

###

“So, how did it go?” her mom asked as soon as Billie sat down and closed the car door.

“Fine,” Billie said.

“Just ‘fine?’” her mom said. “Come on, you’ve got to give me more than that.”

“It was just computer training today,” said Billie, avoiding her mom’s gaze. “Nothing exciting at all.”

###

Billie knew she had to quit tomorrow.

That was the thought that kept running through her mind as the hot water from her shower streamed down her body.

So many red flags:

The way Lucy and Sam treated her like she was just a toy once she shrank; how Lucy had obviously chosen to shrink Billie because of her figure; the fact that Sam refused to admit she’d groped Billie.

Her mom said she had to get a job. But she didn’t need to work a job where everyone treated her like their shrunken slave.

Slave.

The memory of kneeling before the giant, handsome customer. Offering him a card like he was her giant master. Like she was his pet.

Her nipples grew erect and her hands found their way to her big, naked breasts. She groped, caressed, and played with them.

His huge face, leering down at her.

Sam’s giant finger sneaking over and brushing her breast.

Lucy squeezing her fist over Billie’s breasts.

A low moan purred in her throat as one hand alternated between both boobs and her other hand slid down between her legs.

The moan grew as she leaned against the shower wall, grinding it with her thick butt. Images from her hour as a shrunken employee played through her mind.

Soon, she clamped her lips over her squeal of pleasure as her body shuddered, quivered, and climaxed in the shower.

As she slowly lowered to the shower floor, gasping for breath, relishing the hot water splashing across her back, she realized she was in the same pose as when she kneeled before the giant man.

“Maybe…” she panted, “maybe I’ll give it one more day.”

[Sumguy14]

absolutely looking forward to more of this story. Great first chapter!

[Kooplan]

Strong agree! This is off to a cute start, hope there's more to come!

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Thanks to Sumguy and Kooplan for the kind words!

Enjoy!



Chapter 2

“I hope your report today will be a little more detailed than yesterday’s,” Billie’s mom said in a light tone as she parked in front of the store the next morning.

Billie tensed, grabbed the door handle, and got out as quickly as she could.

“Whatever. Have a good day, Mom.”

She slammed the door and rushed to the employee entrance.

This morning, there was more activity in the employee hallway. She followed a young man to the time clock while the cashier from yesterday, whose name tag identified her as Gracie, arrived in line behind her.

“Hey, you were the Mini employee yesterday, weren’t you?” Gracie said, flashing her a friendly smile.

But her eyes sized up Billie’s chest.

“Yep, that was me,” Billie said.

“You were a Mini?” the young man asked in obvious excitement as he stepped away from the time clock.

She saw that his name tag read ‘Cal.’

His brown hair was dyed with blond highlights. He appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties, with strong legs and shoulders but a slightly pudgy body. His face was handsome but soft, almost babyish.

And his eyes, of course, kept flicking down to stare at her chest.

“Yep,” she answered.

Annoyance at this unwanted attention only made her annoyance at her own growing arousal worse. But there was no denying the reason for her hardening nipples or the heat blossoming between her legs.

“How did you like it?” Gracie asked.

“It was...uh…” Billie searched for words as her brain conjured fresh memories from the day before.

“Bet it was so trippy, seeing everything so much bigger than you,” Cal said, “being nothing but the size of a Barbie doll.”

His stare roamed up and down her body, resting on her chest.

“I’m curious about that,” Gracie added. “It will be so fun having a doll-sized employee around!”

She smiled that friendly smile again, but Billie noticed that, in contrast to her name, Gracie’s movements were halting, nervous. She wrung her hands and shifted anxiously on the balls of her feet.

Her eyes darted around, but they found time to stare at Billie’s boobs over and over again.

“Uh, yep…,” Billie said. “Guess so.”

She clocked in, then stepped aside for Gracie.

She expected Cal to leave once he clocked in, but he still stood beside her, blatantly checking her out.

“You a cashier too?”Billie asked, hoping to snap him out of his horny trance.

“Yep,,” he said, his gaze finally meeting hers again. “They’ve got me on four ten-hour days, so you’ll probably see a lot of me.”

His babyish face spread into something halfway between an open smile and a mischievous smirk.

“Well hello!” a familiar voice called from farther down the hallway.

The double-doors swung shut behind Lucy as she strode closer.

“Ready for your second day?” Lucy asked Billie cheerfully.

“Sure,” Billie said.

She did her best to keep her tone noncommittal, trying to hide the jittery, sexual excitement rising steadily inside her, and working to think about anything except her fun shower-time experience from last night.

“Looks like you’ve met Gracie and Cal,” Lucy said, smiling at each of them.

“Yeah,” Billie said.

“That’s great,” Lucy replied, “because you’ll be working with Gracie at the credit cart table for the first couple hours.”

Billie and Gracie exchanged a quick glance. Billie could see the struggle in Gracie’s face to stay neutral. Gracie failed to hide the micro flickering of delight, especially in her eyes.

“Awesome,” Gracie said.

“All right, head out to the table,” Lucy said. “I’ll be out with Billie in a few minutes.”

Billie’s spine tingled excitedly, knowing the shrinking was coming again.

“’Kay,” said Gracie.

As Gracie walked away, Lucy stared at Cal.

“Did you need something, Cal?” Lucy asked politely.

“Uh, no,” Cal said, smiling in embarrassment.

“Then head out there. Michael is waiting for his break.”

Cal glanced at Billie one more time before turning and hurrying away.

“You’ve got another four-hour shift today,” Lucy said. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Billie said in tune with the fluttering excitement in her stomach.

###

Two minutes later, Billie once again wore the band around her neck, and Lucy once again towered over her as a giantess.

The floor beneath Billie quaked as Lucy walked over to her. When she saw Lucy crouching, Billie’s heart raced faster.

Lucy’s fist once again ensnared her without warning, squished against her breasts, and hoisted her off the floor.

She wriggled in the other woman’s giant fist in both frustration and excitement.

“I don’t like getting held like this!” she shouted.

The fist shot up to Lucy’s face, sending Billie’s vision spinning and her stomach lurching.

“Huh?” Lucy’s voice boomed in her ears.

“I said: Don’t hold me like this!” Billie shouted again.

“Oh, sorry,” Lucy said casually.

Her fist opened and her fingers spread apart, splaying over Billie’s back while her thumb rested against Billie’s stomach.

Billie barely had time to be grateful as she bobbed through the gigantic hallway with wind rushing through her hair.

Soon the green field of the table appeared beneath her, with Gracie now a living monolith in the distance.

As Lucy placed Billie on the table, to Billie’s shock, Lucy’s thumb traveled up as Sam’s had yesterday and brushed Billie’s breast.

Billie turned and stared up at Lucy’s giant face high above. Lucy wasn’t even looking at her. Instead, she directed her gaze at Gracie.

“Remember our pitch about free groceries,” she said to Gracie.

Gracie nodded.

“Okay, see you in a couple hours,” Lucy said.

And with that, she turned and walked away.

Billie stared after her in stunned silence.

She wondered if the fondling had been an accident, on purpose, or carelessly without even knowing, and which one of those options was worse.

“So, how does it feel, being so small?”

Gracie’s question came out softly and sprinkled with what sounded like genuine curiosity.

As Billie walked over to her, Billie was briefly overwhelmed by seeing her at this new size, enormous from Billie’s shrunken perspective. Billie stumbled for a second.

“Kind of weird,” Billie said, making sure to raise her voice to help Gracie hear her. “You see someone normally one minute, then the next minute they’re ginormous.”

Gracie’s fingers slid idly around on the tabletop, drawing Billie’s gaze. They moved so fast and nimble for things the size of pear trees. The hissing sound from their fingertips dancing across the table roared in Billie’s ears.

Suddenly, that hand lunged at her and wrapped its fingers around her body. She yelped as Gracie’s hand yanked her off the table and up to her face.

Gracie’s beautiful face filled Billie’s vision. That face stared at her in wide-eyed wonder bordering on crazy.

“Hey! Put me down!” Billie shouted, struggling in her grip.

Once again, she’d been picked up and handled without even asking her permission.

“You’re so tiny but so detailed.”

Gracie’s breath blew over Billie.

Her fingers drew back and pinned Billie’s arms to her sides. Gracie’s other hand appeared, floating higher, forefinger aiming directly for Billie’s robust chest.

Billie’s heart hammered. Elation and fear pumped through her.

“Stop! Hey!” Billie cried.

The finger froze, its tip barely brushing Billie’s left breast.

Gracie’s eyes widened.

Her hand dropped and dumped Billie onto the table. Billie rolled across the tablecloth and landed on her back.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Gracie apologized loudly. “I didn’t realize what I was doing.”

“The fuck you didn’t,” Billie grumbled to herself.

She climbed to her feet and glared up at the other girl.

“Hey, is that a Mini?” a voice behind her called.

Billie whirled around.

A young woman stood in front of the table, towering over Billie. She appeared to be around the same age as Billie and Gracie, with long black hair, green eyes, and a faded T-shirt and jeans. She was grinning down at Billie in wonder.

“Wow!” her voice boomed over Billie. “So cool!”

Then she bent over and a grasping hand lunged for Billie.

“What the—wait—No!” Billie screamed.

Once again, giant fingers wrapped around her without her consent. The girl whisked her off the table, turning Billie’s screamed words into a wordless scream.

She held Billie in a giant, tight fist in front of her pretty face and stared at her.

“Put me down!” Billie grunted, straining in the fist.

“You’re so cute and cool!” boomed the girl into Billie’s shrunken ears. “And wow, what a body!”

Her free hand swooped in for Billie’s chest.

“Excuse me?”

The words were passive, but the tone of the voice broadcast authority.

Both the customer and Billie looked toward the speaker.

A tall woman in her late forties or early fifties strode across the floor. Her ginger-colored hair fell in soft locks to her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled. Her slender, fit body moved swiftly closer. She wore Trader Moe’s work attire and her name tag read ‘Heather.’

Billie realized this must be the Cashier Lead that Sam mentioned the day before.

She came to a stop in front of the table, very close to the customer who held Billie, looming like a beautiful Statue of Liberty.

“I’m glad you’re interested in our store card. I need to ask you to refrain from handling our Mini employee,” Heather said to the girl.

“Oh, sorry,” the girl said.

In nervous movements that rattled Billie’s bones, she lowered Billie to the table and set her down.

Heather smiled politely at the customer.

“So, would you like to fill out a credit card application?” Heather asked, indicating the stack of papers.

“Uh, actually, I need to get going,”

The customer cast a quick, longing glance at Billie that sent Billie’s body tingling, then the girl hurried away.

“Thanks!” Billie called up to Heather.

Heather crouched in front of the table so her face was level with Billie’s, yet not close enough to make her uncomfortable.

“You must be Billie, our new hire. I’m Heather. Nice to meet you.”

“Uh, same,” Billie said, finding herself suddenly nervous and giddy in front of that giant, pretty, motherly face.

She folded her arms to hide her big chest, then changed her mind and held her arms behind her back so her breasts jutted out. Heather’s eyes glinted for a second, but otherwise, Billie didn’t see any sign that the older woman noticed.

“Thank you for agreeing to be our store Mini. I think you’ll gain us a lot of goodwill and plenty of credit applications,” Heather said.

“Sure,” Billie called.

Heather slowly stood up and turned toward Gracie.

“Please follow our policy of not allowing the handling of Minis without consent,” Heather told her sternly.

Billie thought about telling Heather that her own assistant had violated that policy a few times already, but the words remained stuck in her throat.

“Okay. Sorry,” Gracie said.

“Talk to you both later,” said Heather.

She strode away, her slender, fit body poised and confident with every step.

“Oof,” Billie whispered to herself.

###

About ten minutes later, a young man wearing work attire emerged from the employee hallway. When Billie glanced at him, her heart seemed to skip a beat.

His skin was soft and smooth, its pale color contrasting with his curly, black hair. His petite nose and chiseled jaw gave his face a mixture of boyish and manly vibes. His lean body flexed under his tight uniform as he walked over to an empty checkout lane, but not before he glanced quickly at Billie and raised his eyebrows.

“Who’s that?” Billie asked Gracie.

“That’s Michael.”

Billie put her hands on her hips and watched the young man typing on his cash register.

“Hmm,” Billie mumbled, before realizing she’d instinctively stuck her chest farther out.

That morning, three more customers stopped by the table: a middle-aged mom with her baby in a carriage, a young man in his twenties with tattoos and piercings covering his face, and another young man in suit and tie. Billie performed her spin and kneel pose for all of them, and each time, her body throbbed with sexual excitement as they stared down at her.

All of them filled out a credit application. Billie hardly noticed, except when she watched their giant hands manipulating the pen.

Gracie said nothing else to her. The girl stayed silent and still as if shamed into stone.

Two hours into her shift, the table trembled. Billie instinctively glanced around to see who was coming.

“Ready for a break?”

Lucy’s question made Billie jump. The woman had approached from a quiet corner behind the table.

“Sure,” Billie called.

“Yeah,” Gracie said.

“Good. Gracie, mind taking Billie to the break room? Then come back here with her in fifteen minutes.”

“Don’t I get to be normal-sized during my breaks?” Billie asked.

Lucy shook her head.

“No, no, no. Remember: We only have access to one shrink and one reversal per day,” Lucy explained in that baby-talk tone. “If we return you to normal size now, you can’t work as a Mini again until tomorrow.”

Before Billie could respond, Lucy had walked away.

Billie glared at Lucy’s giant, retreating ass, then jumped again when Gracie rose beside her.

Gracie hesitated, then jerkily held out her hand.

“May I?” she asked.

“Yeah, whatever,” Billie said, annoyed at Gracie for only asking after Heather made her, and annoyed with the part of herself that wanted Gracie to just grab her again without permission.

Gracie’s fingers wrapped around her, more gingerly this time, and lifted her into the air.

The walk down the employee hallway was halting and slow, with Gracie holding Billie so loosely in her grasp that Billie worried the giant girl would drop her.

The break room was as bleak as Billie expected a retail break room to be, with no windows, dirty floors, two stained couches, and two stained, fold-out tables with chairs. A sink lined one wall, two fridges the other wall, and two vending machines the third wall. In one corner, a large TV sat on an old display cabinet.

Gracie placed Billie on the arm of one of the couches.

Billie looked down between her feet, trying to decide if she wanted to sit on the coarse, gray fibers or not.

Looking up, she saw Gracie fidgeting awkwardly beside her, like a redwood had come to life and developed social anxiety.

“I’m gonna use the restroom,” Gracie finally said, and abruptly walked away, shaking the couch slightly beneath Billie with each step.

Billie sighed and let herself drop into a cross-legged position.

She wondered why she was still doing this. So far, Heather was the only one who treated her like she was fully human when a Mini. Everyone else seemed to see her as a living toy.

But that turned her on, didn’t it?

“Well, well,” a familiar voice boomed into the room.

Sam smirked at her from the open doorway.

Billie’s blood seemed to turn to ice while her heart pumped into excited, sexual overdrive.

Sam walked slowly closer, an exaggerated, sauntering stroll.

“I’m glad I got here early. Means I get to hang out with you before my shift starts,” Sam said.

Billie leaped to her feet. She clenched her fists as Sam slowly towered over her.

Sam’s smirk widened.

“Surprised they give you a break,” she said, and added, “Billie Doll.”

Suddenly, her hand lunged out and snatched Billie off the couch.

“Put me down! What are you doing?” Billie screamed.

Sam pinned Billie’s arms to her sides. Billie grunted and fought to pry them loose while her strong legs kicked uselessly through the air.

Sam brought her closer, until the other girl’s giant, tan face filled Billie’s vision, overwhelming her senses.

“Actually, Billie Doll isn’t exactly right,” Sam said.

Her lips blew minty breath over Billie’s body and through Billie’s hair with each word. Those lips pulled back in a mischievous grin.

“I’ve got an even better nickname for you,” Sam continued. “Booby Doll.”

Then, still holding the shrunken girl ultra close to her face, Sam’s finger and thumb from her free hand reached up and squeezed Billie’s breasts through her shirt.

Billie stared down in wide-eyed shock. There was no misunderstanding this time. The other girl was blatantly, shamelessly pinching her breasts together like two full, ripe grapes.

“What the fuck?” Billie squealed. “Cut it out!”

Sam’s lips stretched open wider, revealing more of her white teeth as she continued to grin.

“I mean, what size are these things?” she continued. “Double-D? Triple-D? Fuck.”

She continued to squeeze Billie’s boobs over and over, as if Billie was stuck in some sort of terrifying real-life GIF.

But part of the terror came from how much Billie was enjoying this, being nothing but a toy for a girl her own age. Arousal tingled between her thrashing legs.

“You can’t just fondle my tits because I’m a Mini!” Billie yelled as loudly as she could.

This time Sam did stop. She removed her fingers.

“But I literally can, man,” Sam said proudly. “That’s exactly what I’m doing, right?”

Billie gaped at her as her finger and thumb returned and resumed pinching Billie’s breasts together through her top.

“Goddamn it!” Billie shrieked. “I swear to God, once I get returned to normal--”

Suddenly, Sam’s thumb, either intentionally or by accident, managed to work Billie’s left breast out of its bra cup, tweaking her already-hard nipple through the polo fabric.

Billie’s body jerked in a jolt of pleasure and an involuntary moan burst out of her throat.

She stared in shame as Sam’s eyebrows rose and her mouth widened into an amused smile.

“Hmm. I don’t think you’ll be doing anything bad to me later, cuz you like this, Booby Doll.”

“N-no,” Billie denied.

Sam’s nail tweaked the nipple again. Billie shuddered, moaned even louder, and shoved her boob into that finger.

“Really?” Sam taunted. “I don’t believe you.”

Her eyes gleamed as her fingers pinched the bottom of Billie’s polo and began slowly lifting it up. Soon Billie felt cool air on her exposed breasts, with only her bra between them and Sam’s searing gaze.

“H-hey!” Billie panted, heart hammering.

“Sam!” someone called sharply.

Heather strode through the doorway.

Sam sat Billie down on the couch arm so fast that Billie lost her balance and tumbled over the side, landing softly on the scratchy seat cushion.

When she climbed to her feet, Heather’s face floated directly in front of her. The giantess was kneeling in front of the couch.

“Are you okay?” Heather asked.

“Y-yeah,” Billie said, adjusting her polo and bra.

“Good,” Heather said, watching Billie for a few seconds longer.

Then the Cashier Lead rose and faced Sam.

“In my office,” Heather ordered. “Now.”

The couch trembled as the two giants walked out of the room.

Billie remembered to breath, gasping down air and closing her eyes tightly.

She knew what Sam had been about to do, and she knew she was grateful for Heather’s concern. What she didn’t know is whether or not she wished Heather had arrived a few minutes later.

###

The next person who walked in front of the couch wasn’t Heather, it was Lucy.

She stood over Billie, looming over her and not bothering to kneel like Heather had earlier. She seemed annoyed, her eyes darting quickly around behind her glasses.

“Sam’s been suspended for a few days,” Lucy said without an intro. “Heather asked me to work with you at the table for the rest of your shift.”

“Where is Heather?” Billie asked.

“Her shift ended,” Lucy answered quickly, with a hint of anger. “Ready to head back out?”

“I guess…”

But Lucy barely waited for an answer. Her fist quickly seized Billie and whisked her into the air.

Just like a doll.

###

The rest of Billie’s shift passed faster than she expected with Lucy sitting by as cold and silent as Gracie had earlier.

Each time Billie performed her quick pose in front of a customer, her nipples hardened and her whole body hummed with sexual arousal. Wetness slowly seeped between her legs as the hours ticked along.

Sam took over for Michael, who walked briskly through the double doors but still managed a final stare in Billie’s direction.

Sam, Gracie, and Cal all seemed ready to burst with a desire to talk to each other and to walk across the room to Billie’s table, but they restrained themselves.

Finally, Lucy said,

“Shift’s over.”

She wrapped her fingers around Billie and whisked her off the table.

“You know, Heather said there’s a rule about not picking me up without asking!” Billie called as Lucy’s hand bobbed up and down.

“Oops,” Lucy said.

When Billie’s world returned to regular size, she walked down the hallway to the exit with a lot on her mind.

###

Her mom kept probing on the drive home, until Billie relented enough to tell her,

“Met more coworkers today. The Cashier Lead is cool but her assistant has some problems. I don’t think they get along.”

“Hmm. Not good, but not unusual,” her mom said. “Just don’t get in the middle of it.”

Billie knew it was way too late for that.

###

The next morning, Billie was woken up by her mom knocking on her bedroom door.

“Ready for me to drive you to work?” her mom asked through the door.

Billie sighed and flopped down in bed.

A series of vivid memories played through her mind: Cal and Gracie checking out her tits; Gracie grabbing her and studying her; the female customer about to poke her breasts; Sam groping her breasts through her shirt; Sam starting to pull her shirt completely off.

And Heather’s mature, gorgeous face watching her with care.

Billie realized one hand had cupped a breast through her night shirt, while the other one sneaked into her panties.

“Yeah Mom,” she answered breathlessly “Give me a few minutes.”

Maybe one more day.

[ensmallen]

This is so good. Economy of words is best.

[Sumguy14]

absolutely worth the wait. I hope you continue.

[micro_minister]

Thanks for the comments and encouragement! Glad some of you are enjoying this.



Chapter 3

It wasn’t Lucy who met Billie by the time clock that morning; it was Heather.

Billie’s heart seemed to skip a beat and her feet literally skipped a step at this sight.

Heather’s fit body waited with calm poise, arms behind her back. This accentuated her pert breasts, small but appearing surprisingly firm for her age. Her khaki pants clung to the toned hips and calves of her long legs.

As Billie approached, she realized this was the first time she’d seen Heather at normal height. Even so, the older woman measured several inches taller than her.

Billie smelled a fresh floral perfume on Heather, a mixture of earthy and citrus scents, and noted that she hadn’t noticed that yesterday.

“Good morning,” Heather said.

Her smile was formal, reserved, but her green eyes seemed to glimmer.

“Morning,” Billie said.

“Go ahead and clock in, then come with me,” Heather instructed.

As she followed the older woman down the hall to what she’d come to think of as the Shrinking Room, Billie couldn’t help noting her shapely bum in her pants.

“I’m very sorry about yesterday,” Heather said when they were alone in the room. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

Billie didn’t know what to say. On principal, she agreed. But she’d just spent that morning pleasuring herself to what happened yesterday, so… She chose to say nothing.

“Because of that, and because today is your first full, eight hour shift, we’re going to try something different,” Heather continued. “I’ll be with you at the table for the first four hours of your shift.”

Billie clenched her fists and tried to hide her delighted surprise.

“O-okay,” she told Heather.

“Are you ready?” Heather asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Billie said.

Renewed excitement filled Billie as Heather strode over and picked up the handheld device and the band, then handed the band to her and directed her to a corner of the room.

As Heather grew into a beautiful monolith, Billie’s body began trembling in sexual giddiness.

A black, stylish dress shoe clopped down in front of her. Billie craned her neck backward and her gaze traveled up giant calves, huge hips, wide, flat stomach, big, pert breasts, to a giant, pretty face framed by ginger locks like a sculpture peaking out the leaves of a lush weeping willow.

Heather crouched down. Her pants gripped her crotch tighter, outlining the large treasure there, and Billie’s eyes bulged.

“I’m going to pick you up now, okay?” Heather said.

“Y-yeah.”

An over-sized, mature, feminine hand with long, red-painted nails reached down for her. Fingers pinched her gently by her sides and lifted her off the ground.

Heather stood up carefully and slowly, but the movement still sent Billie’s innards lurching.

Heather held her in front of her face and blatantly studied her like a new doll. Billie saw wonder and adoration gleaming in those huge eyes, like a child finding a Christmas gift they’d hoped for all year.

Her grip on Billie’s body was firm yet careful, strong yet gentle. The scent of her perfume permeated each of Billie’s breaths.

“Doing okay?” Heather asked.

“Fuck yeah,” Billie muttered, then said louder, “Yes.”

“Good. Here we go.”

###

All four customers who visited the table that morning signed up for a card after Billie’s performance.

Billie felt she was performing more for the giant woman seated beside her than the giant customers standing over her. She spun and kneeled with deliberate grace, watching Heather out the corner of her eye and throbbing wetly each time.

Michael operated the cash register across the room, so when Billie wasn’t getting turned on by Heather’s older, giantess presence or by the scrutiny of a random, giant stranger, she had him to look at. She didn’t stand a chance of staying dry today.

“So Billie, what do you do outside of work?” Heather asked after the fourth customer left.

Her mature, womanly voice coated the words with casualness and intimacy at the same time.

“Y’know, the usual stuff.”

She pressed the credit card against her chest defensively as she answered Heather.

“Like what?”

“Uh, chilling, movies, video games, working out.”

“Is that all?”

Her giant upper body now faced Billie fully. Her face displayed a knowing expression, as if she sensed Billie had more to tell.

“Well…”

Billie lowered the card.

“I’m also into music.”

“What kind do you listen to?”

Billie could have gone along with the apparent misunderstanding, but said, “No, I mean I perform and publish my own music.”

Heather’s eyebrows rose.

“Really? That’s wonderful.”

Billie blinked up at her. In all her conversations with her friends and her mom about her aspiring music career, the word ‘wonderful’ had never, ever been uttered.

“What genre of music?” Heather asked.

“Uh, pop, but I go for more modern R&B or blues style, not that sugary mainstream stuff. You could classify it as alternative, but alternative is such an archaic…”

She stopped and lifted the card again.

“What is it?” Heather prompted.

“Sorry, I-I was geeking out,” Billie stammered in embarrassment.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” said Heather. “Music is your passion. Nothing to be ashamed about.”

The card lowered below Billie’s breasts again.

“Thanks.”

Movement caught her eye and she turned to see Lucy walking briskly across the store. As Lucy passed their table, she turned and shot a quick glare at Heather. The Cashier Lead didn’t seem to notice.

“Is Lucy okay?” Billie asked.

She instantly wished she could take the question back. She didn’t want to get any further into the middle of whatever was happening between them.

“She’s fine,” Heather said in a neutral tone. “She’s filling in for me today so I can work credit apps with you.”

Billie’s stomach twisted, immediately recognizing that was the exact reason Lucy wasn’t fine.

A middle-aged woman walked past the table.

“Hello, would you like to save $100 on your next grocery order?” Heather asked pleasantly.

###

As Heather carried her in a secure, gentle grip down the employee hallway for her break, Billie was surprised when Heather passed the break room and kept walking.

“I’ve set up a special break room for you,” Heather’s voice drifted down from above, as if she read Billie’s mind.

When Heather stopped in front of a closet by the employee entrance, Billie instantly lowered her expectations for this ‘special’ break room.

That lasted until Heather opened the closet door and carried Billie inside.

The closet was small by industrial standards but still huge to Billie. Its white walls shone clean, swept, and polished, empty except for a shelf on the right at about waist level to Heather.

And on that shelf sat an assortment of furniture that Billie knew was miniature but that looked regular-sized from Billie’s current perspective: two couches, a loveseat, and a fridge. The furniture ringed a white, thick rug.

Billie even noticed a blue porta potty in the corner of the shelf, right beside a normal-sized pump bottle of hand sanitizer.

The shelf was lined by a plastic guardrail, which Heather’s hand sailed over to place Billie carefully on the rug.

Billie gazed around at the shelf’s furnishings, and when she turned to stare up at Heather, Billie was grinning.

“Wow, thanks!” Billie called up.

Warmth shown through the polite smile on Heather’s giant face.

“This comes from the budget we were allotted for the Mini pilot program,” Heather explained. “The furniture was miniaturized. The fridge was built specifically for Minis and runs on advanced batteries. And the porta potty and sanitizer…,” she grimaced for a micro second, “that’s not ideal, but the potty is wired into the wall and comes with plumbing.”

Billie laughed, and realized how new and strange her own laughter sounded in her ears.

“I’ll take it!”

Heather’s polite smile widened.

“There are also pest control emitters here and here,” Heather said, pointing to black cylinders half Billie’s current height nestled in opposite corners of the shelf. “They run on the same advanced batteries.”

Billie nodded, then spread her arms wide to indicate the whole shelf.

“This is great!”

“Glad you like it,” Heather said, polite smile widening further. Then her lips curled down. “Lucy was supposed to take you here yesterday but apparently forgot.”

“No worries,” said Billie, despite a quick surge of annoyance at Lucy.

“There is an emergency exit here,” Heather said, pointing to a flap door beside the porta potty. “It leads to a chute that sends you outside.

She stared down at Billie with a gleam in her eyes. A silence filled the closet.

“What is it?” Billie heard herself asking.

“Nothing,” said Heather. “Standing there next to that mini furniture, you just look…”

Her hand drifted closer to the shelf. A fractional movement that Billie still noticed.

Then Heather shook her head as if waking from a trance, ginger curls swishing.

“I’ll leave you alone for your break,” Heather said.

Billie wanted to tell her to stay. The words caught shyly in her throat. By then, Heather had left and shut the door behind her.

###

“My cell phone isn’t working,” Billie called when the door opened and Heather’s gigantic body stepped in front of the shelf again.

Billie sat cross-legged in the loveseat. When Heather’s gaze fell on her, the giantess’s face brightened into an expression of adoration.

Heat pulsed between Billie’s legs at the sight.

“Yes, that’s the thing about the Mini app,” Heather said. “Shrunken tech is unpredictable. Usually, it won’t work. I’m having a specially-designed flat-screen TV shipped out to give you something to do during break times.”

“Wow,” Billie said. “Thanks.”

She hopped out of the seat, walked over to the edge of the shelf, and waited.

Without a word, Heather carefully picked her up.

This time, she brought Billie closer to her face, closer to her plush lips. Billie stared at them, painted lightly with pink lipstick, sleek and soft. As Billie inhaled floral perfume, she found her neck straining, slowly lifting her face to those giant lips.

She gasped when those lips drew closer. Above them, Heather’s eyelids lowered. The lips began to part.

Billie’s body vibrated. Her nipples hardened and pulsed.

Then Heather halted and blinked. Her giant face flushed red.

“Ready to go?” Heather asked, sounding uncharacteristically nervous, off-balance.

“Y-Yeah,” said Billie, gasping for breath.

“Th-then let’s go,” said Heather.

###

As the young, male customer walked away after filling out a credit application, Billie gasped and slowed her aroused breaths. His eyes had been so hungry, staring at her every curve.

Looking over at Heather watching her only increased Billie’s arousal. Almost four hours into her shift, Billie felt on fire with lust, soaking wet, nipples hard.

The customer’s kept ogling her, almost drooling with a desire to pick her up.

Michael still worked across the store, handsome face and fit body teasing her.

And she kept thinking about Heather’s lips, so close…

“Well, it’s about time for me to go.”

The words blindsided Billie and she snapped her head up.

“I need to finish some things before the end of my day,” Heather continued.

“Who’s going to sit with me the rest of my shift?” Billie asked, unable to keep disappointment out of her voice, while realizing she never bothered to think about that question until now.

“Cal and Gracie start in a few minutes. They’ll relieve Michael, and he’ll sit with you.”

Billie’s mind whirred, trying to process how she felt about that.

“I’ve spoken with Michael,” Heather said in a reassuring tone. “He will make sure you’re treated appropriately.”

“Okay…”

“Here they are now.”

Cal and Gracie emerged from the employee doors one after the other and walked over to the checkout lanes.

In almost no time, Michael was walking down an aisle toward Billie’s table.

Heather stood up.

“Good work today,” she said to Billie, polite and professional.

“Thanks,” Billie said, a pang of sadness in her gut.

The table shook and Michael came to a stop in front of it.

His body towered over Billie. She noticed how his polo shirt hugged his giant pecs and biceps.

“Hey,” Michael said to Heather.

“Hello,” Heather replied. “Make sure you both take a lunch break in ten minutes.”

“Sure,” Michael said.

He was already staring intently at Billie when he said it, gaze centering on her chest.

“Have a good day, you two,” Heather said.

Then she strode away, shaking the table beneath Billie’s feet.

Michael hadn’t taken his eyes off Billie.

“’Sup?” he said.

###

Michael sat much closer to her than anyone at the table so far. His elbow rested only a foot or two (from her perspective) away from her. He loomed beside her, handsome and strong.

She could smell a fresh, soapy scent wafting off him. It soothed her and tickled her arousal at the same time, knowing it came from his thick, large locks of hair or his gigantic, lean muscles.

“So, how you liking this Mini shit?” he asked.

She folded her arms over her breasts, conscious of the way the movement rubbed her nipples around.

“It’s okay,” she said. “They’re paying me a dollar more an hour for it.”

He smiled smugly down at her.

“That’s the only reason you’re doing it? Not enjoying it at all?”

Her spine tingled.

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged his strong shoulders.

“Well, I dunno, some people might enjoy being tiny and carried around. Kind of fun, you know?”

She raised her head higher on a neck that now trembled.

“Would you enjoy something like that?” she called.

He slowly shifted toward her and his giant hand gradually slid closer. She watched his fingers approaching and felt her heart pounding faster.

“Actually, I’m more into the idea of doing the carrying,” he said, smug smile widening.

“Michael! What’s up man?”

The shout made both Michael and Billie jump in surprise, though Michael’s jump rocked the entire table beneath Billie’s feet.

The table continued to quake as a young man rushed across the store toward them.

He appeared to be the same age as Michael. He wore a tank top and board shorts. His skin was a golden tan and his hair blazed blond; he looked like a stereotypical surfer dude. Billie had seen plenty of those...and never got tired of it. His arms, chest, and calves were lean and toned like Michael’s, and his tanned face belonged to a fashion model.

He arrived at the table, towering over Billie, and grinned at Michael, flashing perfectly-white teeth.

“I didn’t know you worked here!” the young man boomed.

“Dave, it’s been a while!” Michael boomed back. “What are you doing out here?”

Billie’s ears were ringing by now, but she quickly forgot about that when Dave caught sight of her.

His blue eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

“You’re working with a Mini? No way!”

He stepped in front of her, covering her in his shadow, and the next thing she knew, warm fingers had wrapped around her and whisked her into the air.

“Hey!” Billie cried

He brought her in front of his handsome, billboard face and pinned her arms to her sides. His gaze roamed frantically over her shrunken body as she kicked her legs in protest.

Then his thumb sneaked between her legs and pressed in on her crotch.

She shuddered as her juices seeped out from the pressure of his thumb’s violation.

“Whoa, Dave, hang on!” Michael said from behind her. “You can’t--”

“Fuck, she’s a hot little doll girl,” Dave breathed on her. “Check out her mini hooters.”

Then, before Billie could say a single word, his free hand lunged, pinched her shirt, yanked it up, and began using its forefinger to play with her breasts.

She gasped as she felt his giant digit poking at her boobs in her bra cups, pushing in on them and doing its best to knock them around.

“F-fuck!” she heard herself cry out.

A chair scraped loudly over the floor behind her, and then Michael was standing beside Dave.

“You’re not supposed to do that!” Michael said.

But when he saw Billie’s partially-exposed breasts getting fondled by Dave’s finger, he momentarily froze, as if hypnotized by the scene.

“Man, these tits are so big on her,” Dave commented.

Billie opened her mouth to shout when Dave’s rough toying popped her right boob out of its cup. Her breast flesh jiggled in front of the young men’s prying eyes.

Dave’s fingertip slid over her nipple and raked it with its nail. Billie moaned in a sudden jolt of pleasure.

The two young men each filled her horizon like an erotic colossus, toned chests crowding together as they stared at her like an amazing new toy.

“Michael! What is going on?” a familiar voice shouted from nearby.

And then Heather appeared on Dave’s other side, her ginger hair framing her horrified face as she saw Billie in Dave’s grip and her naked breast beneath his finger.

“Put her down now!”

They all stared at her. Three attractive giants stared at her as one of them molested her bare breast like she was nothing but a plaything.

Finally it was too much for Billie. The tense arousal that had been building up all day exploded through her.

She arched her back, shoved her chest against Dave’s assaulting finger, and cried out loudly in pleasure. She ground her crotch against his thumb as her orgasm coursed through her body.

All three of the giants’ expressions transformed into shock as they watched her cumming in Dave’s hand right in front of them, her shrunken vocal cords blasting out a high-pitched shriek of ecstasy as her shrunken body humped, shimmied, and shuddered in Dave’s grasp.

When it was finally over, she slumped backward. Her head lolled lazily on her shoulders.

The three giants kept staring, speechless.

Michael was the first to break the silence.

“Well fuck!”

[Sumguy14]

"Well fuck!" indeed!!!
Excellent installment. Dave is one bold motherfucker!

Also, just putting this idea out there. Heather, Lucy, shrunken pudding wrestling. It could really help relieve the tension between them AND I bet it would be a real morale boost for the team... Mostly I jest, but if you want to use it, please do!

Really enjoying this story. I hope you opt to continue.

[KingTim]

Man, what a fun story! Please continue!

[ensmallen]

Really like how a lot's left to the imagination. Like, no way Dave's that casual with a mini if it's his first time handling one.

[Sumguy14]

two things...

1. Bump

2. This is such a well-paced and entertaining read. I would love to see it continue.

[micro_minister]

Thanks for the bump Sumguy14. And thank you to everyone who's commented so far.

I hope you all enjoy the latest chapter.



Chapter 4

Billie must have passed out, because she woke up some time later, lying on her back on a cold, hard surface. She tried to move, but something restrained her arms and legs.

Her eyes flew open and her head snapped up.

She saw that pieces of duct tape pinned her arms and legs to a white surface, her arms out to her sides and her legs fully extended.

She grunted in alarm and started to call for help, but then she noticed the figure in front of her.

Seated in front of the white surface, turned to the side so that her face appeared in profile to Billie, was the giant visage of a girl that Billie recognized as Danielle, the HR Manager. Billie hadn’t spoken with her since orientation. Now, seeing Danielle’s young, petite face and ginger-colored hair at monolithic proportions sent Billie’s vision spinning.

Billie blinked to clear her head and strained against the tape.

“Hey! Why am I taped down!” she shouted.

Danielle swung rapidly around to stare down at her. Danielle’s blue-gray eyes widened and her pale lips smiled.

“Good! You’re awake!” the Human Resources Manager chimed.

Her voice rang Billie’s eardrums, but Billie couldn’t reach her ears to cover them.

“What’s going on?” Billie asked.

Danielle leaned back in her office chair, folding her arms beneath her smallish, perky breasts.

“An intervention,” Danielle said.

“Huh?”

Billie struggled against the tape again.

“Can you just get this tape off me,” Billie asked.

“Not yet. That’s part of the intervention.”

“What are you talking about?”

Staring nervously at her surroundings, Billie recognized Danielle’s office, but the small room now seemed gigantic. Billie must be taped to the computer desk. She could see the computer nearby, rising from the desk like a warehouse.

Billie remembered the office was located on the opposite side of the building from the employee entrance, accessed through a side door, and this memory made her already anxious gut churn uneasily.

Danielle’s smile widened, and Billie remembered that the girl seemed too young to be a manager. She couldn’t have been older than twenty-two.

“I’m talking about your job,” Danielle said. “You need to decide if you really want to continue with this.”

Then the fresh memories rushed into Billie’s mind: Dave’s giant, handsome face; Dave’s breath on her body; her naked breast bouncing and jiggling under the touch of Dave’s finger; her nipple hardening as it was tweaked and toyed with; three giants, including beautiful Heather, staring at her as a stranger molested her; the orgasm that had coursed pleasurably through her body like never before, directly in front of her three coworkers.

Billie’s pest control band clinked as her head dropped onto the desk.

“Shit!” Billie grunted.

“Yeah, ‘shit’ is right,” Danielle said. “You just got felt up like a doll by a customer, and you got off on it.”

Billie raised her head again, and she thought she saw a twinkle in Danielle’s eyes that could have been mischievous or jealous.

“That wasn’t my fault,” Billie said. “My body reacted. Plus, I didn’t ask him to do that.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Danielle said. “But you did allow yourself to be shrunk.”

“That’s part of my job,” Billie said in annoyance. “’And other duties as assigned.’ Isn’t that what it says, Miss HR Manager?”

Danielle’s lips tightened and her eyes narrowed. She leaned forward. Her chair creaked and her moist breath blew over Billie.

Billie instinctively flexed against the tape holding her down.

“I’m doing this for your own good,” Danielle said. “I told Heather I would help you see why you need to quit. And that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“You’re trying to talk me into quitting?” Billie said in disbelief.

“Yes, because, unlike you, I can see where this is leading,” Danielle said. “Once a girl with your…assets gets shrunk, people start to lose inhibitions. That includes coworkers.”

Billie’s body tingled again.

“I’m vibing with your concern for me,” she called to Danielle sarcastically, “but I can decide for myself if I want to quit or not.”

Danielle still hadn’t leaned away. Her face continued to hover directly above Billie.

“Things are only going to get worse for you,” Danielle said.

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you tell people what to do,” Billie asked. “Isn’t that your job as a manager?”

Danielle shrugged, brushing her breasts against the desk and quaking it. And still she didn’t lean away.

“I can only boss them around so much. Plus, I can’t be there all the time.”

“Why not just reprimand them like what happened with Sam?” Billie questioned.

When she mentioned Sam’s name, memories of the giant girl fondling her breasts played in her mind and her nipples hardened.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Danielle said. “Sam only got reprimanded because it was Heather who saw what happened. Other managers might to choose to...ignore the policies about Minis.”

“But then I can come to you and file a complaint, right?” Billie asked.

Danielle smirked knowingly and shook her head.

“’By submitting to being shrunk by the Mini app, you wave all potential for filing complaints of any kind,’” Danielle quoted. “That’s what the fine print says in the paperwork you signed.”

Billie’s eyes widened.

“Jesus. Really? That’s insane.”

“Hey, I didn’t write it. Or sign it.”

Billie stared up at Danielle’s giant, petite face while her warm breath played tantalizingly across Billie’s body.

Billie knew Danielle was speaking logically. A customer had just groped her in public and forced her to orgasm, after all. The logical thing to do now was quit and get the fuck out of this place.

But the thought of what she’d endured earlier started to arouse Billie again, and Danielle’s gigantic, cute face looming directly above her only made Billie hornier. Her already hard nipples became more erect. Her pussy started to soak her underwear again.

“I’m not ready to quit yet,” Billie said.

Danielle pressed her lips together tightly.

“I was afraid of that,” Danielle said.

Suddenly, one of Danielle’s hands flew over the desk and touched Billie’s leg with its forefinger. That finger slid up Billie’s leg, higher and higher, and came to rest on Billie’s right boob, where it pushed in on the breast through Billie’s polo shirt.

Billie lifted her head to gape at Danielle’s finger pressing into her breast.

“What the fuck?” Billie cried.

“I’m giving you a taste of what could happen if you stay at this job,” Danielle said. “Hmm, this shirt is in the way…”

Abruptly, she pinched Billie’s shirt with her giant forefinger and thumb, tugged it out of her pants, and lifted it all the way to Billie’s neck, exposing Billie’s bra.

“That’s a little better,” Danielle breathed, coating the tops of Billie’s breasts in moisture.

Billie flexed instinctively against the tape again.

“Are you seriously going to--?”

Then Billie gasped as Danielle squeezed Billie’s breasts together.

“I’m telling you, Billie, during orientation, I had no idea your tits were this big,” Danielle said.

She kept squeezing Billie’s breasts over and over.

“There’s no way people are going to resist playing with doll tits like these.”

Billie couldn’t believe her ears, could hardly believe the HR manager was doing this.

Then she gasped and moaned in forced pleasure from the giant, feminine fingers.

Danielle smirked.

“Especially not if you moan like that when they get played with. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? You like this, don’t you?”

“I...I…”

Billie stammered for words as her breasts got pinched and squeezed over and over through her bra, pleasure beginning to course from her boobs to her pussy.

“This bra is in the way too, though,” Danielle mused in a playful tone. “Hmm…”

Her fingers withdrew, granting Billie a chance to catch her breath.

As Billie gulped down air, her eyes bulged at the sight of Danielle’s hand returning with a giant pair of scissors.

“Danielle, what are you doing?” Billie cried in alarm.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” Danielle said. “But that bra has to go. Plus, I can finally find out exactly how big those tits are…,” she snapped the scissor blades menacingly over Billie’s chest, “unless you’ve decided to quit.”

Billie’s heart hammered. Her body tingled all over in sexual arousal. Her panties were soaked with her own juices.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’” Danielle said, smirk widening into a satisfied grin.

Her other hand appeared and carefully pinched the center of Billie’s bra, lifting it away from Billie’s breasts. Billie felt the bra straps straining against her back.

The scissors drifted forward and slid slowly toward Billie’s bra. Billie held her breath as the giant, metal blades closed on one of the bra’s shoulder straps and…

Snip.

The bra tension collapsed. Billie’s breasts jiggled.

Danielle quickly snipped the other strap, then whisked the bra away. The straps slid from beneath Billie’s back as Danielle claimed the bra.

Danielle held the bra up to one eye. Billie watched that giant eyeball squinting at the tag.

“Does that say thirty-four triple-D? Damn girl!”

Then she tossed the bra aside like garbage.

Her giant eyes now gleamed in wonder as they stared at Billie’s bare boobs.

Then Billie saw the girl’ s tongue slide hungrily over her lips.

“Nice, big, triple-D doll tits,” Danielle breathed huskily. “They look so tasty.”

Billie’s entire body trembled as Danielle’s huge face lowered. The HR manager’s lips drew closer and closer to Billie’s naked breasts, until they whispered against them and Danielle’s warm, moist breath tickled Billie’s erect nipples.

Billie shuddered in pleasure and closed her eyes.

In the next instant, she felt her breasts get sucked past Danielle’s lips with a slippery, squelching sound.

Billie’s eyes and mouth flew open.

“Fuck!” Billie gasped.

Air blasted out of Danielle’s petite nose as she began sucking on Billie’s breasts.

Loud, gratuitous, greedy sucking sounds emanated from Danielle’s lips as Billie felt the tug of suction power on her naked mammaries, all while Danielle’s giant tongue licked and lapped at them.

“Mmm, nngh, oh fuck,” Billie gasped.

The power of Danielle’s gigantic mouth on Billie’s boobs was incredible.

Danielle’s shameless slurping grew louder and louder as she sucked.

Then Billie glanced higher, and saw Danielle’s giant eyes staring at her, pupils dilated, wild with excitement.

Billie moaned louder.

Suddenly, she felt something tugging at the waistband of her pants, and realized Danielle’s giant fingers were trying to pull them down.

“Oh yes, yes,” Billie panted.

Danielle was slurping so loudly on Billie’s breasts that Billie almost didn’t hear the knocking on the office door.

When she heard the knocking, Billie’s body tensed up in surprise.

It took Danielle a few more seconds, while she continued to suck on Billie’s miniature breasts, but eventually she also noticed the sound.

Danielle’s head sprang off of Billie, and then her hands whipped over Billie’s body and removed the tape.

“Sit up! Pull your shirt down!” Danielle hissed in a whisper.

Billie was already doing exactly that. Her shirt brushed and raked her bra-less breasts.

Danielle hurried to the door, her quick footsteps quaking the desk beneath Billie, then unlocked the door and opened it.

Lucy stood in the doorway. She frowned at Danielle and watched her closely from behind her eyeglasses.

“Uh, why was the door locked?’ Lucy asked.

Danielle shrugged and smiled innocently.

“I wanted to keep our discussion private,” Danielle said. “Billie was talking to me about her experience. Sensitive stuff, y’know?”

“Right…,” Lucy said, sounding like she didn’t believe a single thing Danielle had said. “Well, Heather sent me to check on how things are going.”

“Good, good,” Danielle answered quickly.

Lucy waited for Danielle to say more. When she didn’t, Lucy looked suspiciously between Danielle and Billie over on the desk.

Billie’s heart still raced. She knew the HR manager had basically taken her turn at sexually assaulting her, but she didn’t think she could trust Lucy with that info.

And either way, the fresh memory of the assault didn’t bother her, it only kept her body in a state of sensitive arousal.

“Okay…,” Lucy said. “Heather wants me to bring Billie to her once you two are done.”

“Oh, okay,” Danielle said.

She rocked on the balls of her feet as she and Lucy stared at one another in awkward silence.

“So, are you done?” Lucy prompted.

“Err…” Danielle murmured.

She glanced across the room at Billie.

“Are we done, Billie?” Danielle asked.

Billie folded her arms protectively, which only scraped her hard nipples with her shirt and sent a shudder of pleasure through her.

She realized her shirt was wet around her breasts: Danielle’s saliva had coated Billie’s breasts and was soaking through them like Billie was in a wet t-shirt contest.

“Fuck,” Billie whispered to herself.

“Billie?” Danielle prompted, a note of worry in her voice.

“Yeah!” Billie called. “We’re done!”

###

Lucy carried Billie in her fist as she walked out of Danielle’s office and down the short hallway, once again smooshing Billie’s breasts with her fingers, and apparently willfully ignoring Billie’s earlier request not to be held like that.

Only this time, the lack of bra caused Billie to feel every millimeter of movement of the fingers across her chest, raking, ticking, and teasing her breasts and nipples.

Lucy’s giant mouth kept flicking upward in a smirk.

“Good talk with the HR manger?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah,” Billie called through the bobbing of Lucy’s fist.

Lucy’s fist lifted Billie up to her face, her fingers pulled Billie’s arms to her sides and pinned them there, and her eyes zeroed in on Billie’s chest.

“Spill something on yourself?” Lucy asked.

“No,” Billie said quickly.

She struggled to free her arms, but Lucy kept them pinned in place.

“You sure? These look kinda wet.”

Her thumb rubbed Billie’s breast through her shirt.

Billie gasped and flinched.

“Yeah, definitely wet. And...hmm, looks like you’re missing something under here,” Lucy said as her thumb traveled over both breasts, jiggling them underneath the polo.

Lucy carried her outside into the bright, afternoon sunshine, but Billie hardly noticed.

“Hey, cut it out!” Billie shouted.

“Why?” Lucy replied. “It’s so obvious that you’re into this. My god, these things are so big on you.”

She carried Billie through the employee entrance and down the employee hallway, fondling Billie’s breasts the entire time.

Billie tried to resist, but she was soon closing her eyes and tilting back her head…

“Lucy, you brought her, thank you.”

Heather’s voice snapped Billie’s head up and her eyes open.

Lucy had carried her into the shrinking room.

Lucy placed Billie in corner of the room. Billie gasped for breath and crossed her arms over her soaked chest again.

“Thank you, Lucy,” Heather said curtly.

Lucy strode out of the room, shaking the floor, one giant woman stepping aside to reveal a second.

Heather kneeled in front of Billie, a worried smile on her oversized, beautiful face.

“How are you doing?” Heather asked.

“O-okay,” Billie called up, heart pounding as she stood in front of Heather.

“Here, let’s get you back to normal size,” Heather said.

Heather pointed the handheld device at her, and then the room, and Heather, seemed to shrink. Soon Billie was normal size and standing in front of Heather with her arms folded.

“I’m sorry about that,” Heather said. “Michael was supposed to protect you.”

“It’s okay,” Billie said quickly.

“No, it’s not,” Heather sighed. “Billie, I will miss working with you, but it’s for the best.”

“Wait, what?” Billie asked.

Heather frowned at her.

“Danielle and you talked about you quitting, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

Heather’s eyebrows rose.

“You’re not thinking of staying here, are you?” Heather questioned. “After what happened today?”

“Well, what if I am?”

“You were…harassed by a customer,” Heather said.

“Yeah, I know. But that’s part of the risk of being a Mini, right?”

Billie felt as surprised by her own words as Heather seemed to be.

“If you do stay on here, you won’t be working as a Mini anymore,” Heather stated.

“What? Why not?”

Billie didn’t expect to feel this sudden frustration or hear it in her voice.

Heather stared at her for a long time, then sighed.

“Give me the band,” Heather said, holding out her hand.

Billie snapped it open and handed it to her.

“Now, clock out and go home,” Heather instructed tiredly. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Before Billie could reply, Heather walked out of the room.

Billie hopped off the table and let her arms fall to her sides.

Her breasts jutted out, her wet shirt clinging to them. Their massive shapes were clearly visible because her bra had been cut off her boobs by the HR manager. The bra probably still lay on Danielle’s office floor like a lost piece of doll clothing.

Billie’s hand sneaked between her legs and rubbed her throbbing pussy. A low moan escaped her throat.

Then, catching her breath, she headed for the time clock.

[Sumguy14]

holy shit....

.... I'll be in my bunk. (what an amazing installment!)

[DocRick]

Sounds like she has become addicted to being a mini. I'm sure she'll find some way to get her "fix".

[micro_minister]

Hi everyone, sorry for the long wait for this chapter, but I think I've rearranged my schedule so I should have time to update more frequently.

Enjoy!




Chapter 5

“And after all that, you still want to work there? You’ve got be fucking kidding!”

Peyton’s voice rose to the high pitch it always reached when she was both angry and skeptical.

“But it’s not like anyone is hurting me,” Billie countered.

“No, they’re just objectifying and molesting you,” Peyton replied sarcastically. “Jesus.”

They were in Billie’s bedroom. Billie stood by the door, while Peyton sat on Billie’s bed with her long legs crossed. The view outside Billie’s window was dark. Her digital alarm clock displayed the time as 6:15 PM, about six or so hours since getting her tits sucked by the HR manager.

“Yeah, but I get paid a dollar an hour more,” Billie tried.

She thought Peyton would understand, but her best friend had been shocked and appalled since learning about Billie’s first days at Trader Moe’s.

“That’s not worth a dollar, and you know it,” Peyton said. Her small, dark eyes locked gazes with Billie. “It’s because this all makes you horny. That’s why you’re doing this.”

Billie felt her face blushing.

“N-no,” she denied weakly.

Peyton knew her too well.

“Yes,” Peyton said. “Oh girl, you are in trouble. You need to quit this place yesterday.”

“Why?” Billie demanded. “I’m having fun there, why should I quit?”

“Do you hear yourself?” Peyton’s slender body leaned forward. “They’re sexually assaulting you, Billie. They shouldn’t be okay with that just ‘cuz you happen to be a Mini at the time.”

Logically, she knew Peyton was right. But her body told her different things. Her body told her it liked being fondled and used by giant fingers, licked and sucked by giant lips, leered at like a doll by giant eyes.

Billie was getting wet again. She gasped quietly for breath.

“Shit, you’re getting turned on right now just thinking about it, aren’t you?” Peyton asked.

“No,” Billie lied again.

“That’s it. When your mom gets back, I’m telling her.”

“No!”

Peyton blinked in surprise at Billie’s sudden shout.

Billie forced herself to breath slower.

“Let me talk to her. In my own time. I know how to do it best. Even if I quit tonight, she’ll still be super upset that I waited this long to tell her.”

Peyton watched her skeptically for several seconds.

“Fine. But I’m stopping by that store tomorrow, and you better not be there.”

“Deal,” Billie promised.

Peyton watched her knowingly, and Billie looked away, avoiding her stare.

###

Billie didn’t tell her mom that evening.

She did, however, have an exquisite, naked masturbation session while thinking about the events of the day. Spams of pleasure rocked her body and she had to muffle her screams of pleasure in her pillow.

###

“Good morning.”

It wasn’t Heather who said those two simple words to Billie as she stood beside the time clock the next morning; it was Lucy.

Billie followed her down the employee hallway. Billie’s stomach felt like it twisted into knots.

Lucy led her into the shrinking room, picked up the band and handheld device, and handed the band to Billie. Lucy pointed at the usual corner.

“Let’s get you shrunk down, then you have a meeting,” Lucy’s tone was emotionless, but her mouth flickered in amusement.

“With Heather?” Billie asked, not moving.

“No, with the store manager.”

Billie’s eyebrows rose.

“Really? Why?”

“It’s better if he explains things to you.” Lucy pointed again. “Hurry up, please.”

“Where’s Heather?” Billie persisted.

Lucy frowned in annoyance.

“Brian will explain everything,” Lucy said.

Billie assumed ‘Brian’ was the store manager, though she’d never seen him.

Billie stared at the corner in the room, hesitating. But only for a few seconds. Soon she walked to the corner and rotated to face Lucy with her arms at her sides.

Lucy smiled in satisfaction and aimed the device at her.

###

Billie was not shocked when, a minute later, Lucy brazenly fondled Billie’s breasts through her polo as she carried her down the hall.

She struggled instinctively, but Lucy’s fist pinned her arms to her sides. Overhead, Lucy smirked as she toyed with Billie’s miniature breasts while staring straight ahead.

Billie’s mouth opened, though she wasn’t sure if it was too shout in protest or moan in pleasure.

She never found out, because Lucy rounded a corner, opened a door with a plaque that read ‘Brian Allin Store Manager,’ and carried Billie into a spacious office.

Billie found herself deposited on a clean, sparsely-decorated desk in front of a giant, seated man. The man appeared to be around thirty years old. He was handsome, with a clean-shaven face and vibrant eyes. He wore a blue dress-shirt and midnight-blue necktie. His name tag matched the plaque on his door.

She hardly had time to process the man’s image before she noticed who stood along the wall behind him:

Sam.

The teenage girl stared smugly down at Billie with a knowing smirk.

Lucy walked around and stood on the other side of the store manager.

The sight of Lucy and Sam flanking the store manager twisted Billie’s already anxious stomach.

“Ah, good morning Billie. It’s nice to meet you,” Brian, the store manager, said confidently. His voice managed to be loud enough to command all of Billie’s attention, but not so loud to hurt her shrunken ears.

“Hi!” Billie called weakly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to meet you sooner,” Brian continued. “I’ve been on a corporate retreat. But when I came back, I never expected our Mini pilot program to be such a success. Well done!”

“Uh, thank you?” Billie replied, rubbing her arms nervously.

“You see, after your…interaction with that customer the other day, he posted about it on our company page on Twitter. He gave us glowing praise. He was very happy,” Brian emphasized, smiling. “His post went viral. We were packed until closing time with people wanting to sign up for our store card so they could...meet you.”

Billie shivered, then shuddered, then shivered again. Her nipples burned as they poked through her bra and shirt.

“Really?” she called.

“Yep,” he replied. “There’s already a line outside our store this morning.”

Billie had noticed some sort of commotion around the main entrance.

“A line?” she repeated, nipples hardening.

“Oh yes,” Brian said. “So, we’ve decided to give you another dollar raise, and convert your status to full-time.”

“Really? Wow, thank you.”

As far as she knew, not even the managers here were technically full-time.

“Just two things, though,” Brian said. “First, I’ve asked our team to ignore the policy about customers and employees not handling Minis without consent. I think it will only...get in the way of our pilot program.”

Billie couldn’t believe the store manager of all people was saying this.

“Second, you’ll be required to wear special attire when staffing the card table as a Mini. Just something to...add to the atmosphere for our customers.”

Billie frowned.

“Y-you want me to wear different clothes than my work uniform?”

“Yes. They’ll be provided for you, based on help from our HR manager.” Brian said. “Women know how to dress other women, right?” he joked, flashing a grin of white teeth.

Seeing her bra up close and fondling her breasts probably helped the HR manager with that task, Billie thought with another shudder of arousal.

“So, any questions,” Brian asked.

“Um...where is Heather?”

For the first time, the enthusiasm painting Brian’s face wavered.

“Heather has been transferred to another store.”

“What?” Billie asked, disheartened and stunned.

Brian sighed, and his breath gusted across the desk to Billie, where it stirred her hair and filled her nose with a slightly dank scent.

“Heather had a different opinion on the Mini program. After some discussion, she’s been assigned as a Cashier Lead in another store, effective immediately.”

He gestured behind him.

“Lucy has been promoted to this store’s Cashier Lead.”

Billie’s legs seemed to vanish for a second and she swayed and almost fell over.

Lucy smirked widely, dark eyes twinkling behind her eyeglasses.

“And Sam has been promoted to Assistant Cashier Lead.”

Sam nodded, grinning mischievously.

Now Billie did fall down, landing on her knees in front of the store manager like she was worshiping a male god.

He didn’t seem to notice or care, or if he did, he didn’t show it.

“Anyway, congratulations on your role as a Mini,” Brian said briskly. “Well done.”

He held out a massive hand to her, making her flinch in surprise. It took her a few seconds to realize he was offering to shake her hand.

She climbed slowly to her feet and hesitantly reached out her hand. His giant forefinger and thumb pinched it in their calloused grip and gently shook it.

As his fingers released her hand, his thumb brushed her chest, so quick she could have imagined it.

But she knew she didn’t imagine it. Her pussy gave a sudden throb.

She wondered if she should ask to go home, or quit right there. But nobody gave her a chance.

“Well, Sam will take you to your break room, where you can change into your new outfit,” Brian said.

He’d barely finished speaking before Sam strode over, quaking the desk, and snatched Billie into her fist. She whisked Billie out of the office and down the hall like a careening roller coaster.

The roller coaster zinged up to Sam’s wide smirk, where moist breath blasted into Billie’s face.

“Did you miss me?” Sam taunted.

“Not exactly!” Billie called, grimacing.

“Well, I’ve missed you, little Booby Doll,” Sam snickered.

Her thumb hopped up and began jostling Billie’s breasts.

“This is gonna be great,” Sam said.

Billie struggled instinctively, but she was soon pressing her breasts into Sam’s molesting finger and slowly closing her eyes.

“You Mini slut,” Sam laughed.

Billie’s face blushed in embarrassment. She finally tried to pull her chest off the thumb, but Sam’s digit pursued her chest and continued its rough fondling.

They arrived at the closet with the miniature break room. Sam opened the door.

“Wow, this is really cool!” Sam said as she studied the shelf with its tiny furniture. “They went all out for you and those Mini tits, didn’t they? Which reminds me…”

Her fist rocked and jostled Billie as Sam reached into her pocket with her free hand. That hand returned and dumped something onto the shelf that Billie quickly recognized as a wad of miniature clothing.

Billie’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the clothes. She saw a silky, rust-red corset, lacy, push-up bra, black, shiny, faux leather leggings, and tall, black boots.

“Holy fuck!” Billie exclaimed. “They want me to wear that?”

“Oh yeah,” Sam’s giant face boomed smugly beside her. “And I’m supposed to leave you in here alone to change, but that’s not happening.”

Billie gasped as Sam’s hand pinched Billie’s polo shirt and tugged it upward.

“Hey! What the hell are you dommph!”

Billie’s cries were muffled as the polo shirt rose over her face, exposing her bra-clad breasts.

Soon the shirt popped off completely and Sam tossed it onto the shelf. Her giant fingernails clawed at Billie’s bra next and yanked viciously.

“No! Wait!”

But within seconds, Sam had ripped the bra painfully off her and sent her boobs bouncing free.

“No!” Billie screamed at the casual display of power in Sam’s fingers.

Sam held the bra up to a huge eye and squinted at it.

“Thirty-four triple-D, huh?” Sam said. “Nice… Wait until I tell Cal. He’s been asking what size those are.”

Billie glared at her gigantic face.

“You can’t just destroy my clothes like that!” Billie shouted.

“Not gonna need that kind of bra around here much more anyway,” Sam said dismissively, ignoring Billie’s comment.

She tossed the bra onto the floor like a used candy wrapper.

Her finger and thumb squeezed Billie’s naked breasts together.

“Management’s gonna want to keep these cans nice and pushed up,” Sam snickered.

“Fuck!” Billie grunted as she tried to pry the giant fingers off her breasts.

The fact that her bra had just been torn off angered her, but Sam’s fondling was quickly arousing her again, especially as the grooves of the girl’s fingertips raked Billie’s erect nipples.

“Dam these things are perfect!” Sam hissed. “So pale, soft, and fat!”

“No, no…mmh…” Billie's protests morphed into a moan.

“You are a Mini slut,” Sam laughed.

She awakened Billie from of forced pleasure by jerking Billie’s body around and grasping Billie’s shoes with her fingernails. Sam plucked off Billie’s shoes and socks, then pinched Billie’s shorts. She yanked and pulled until she succeeded in stripping the shorts off Billie’s toned legs.

Now she held Billie in her hand with only a neck band and a pair of panties on the shrunken teen.

She paused and began exploring Billie’s body with her fingertip. Billie tried to punch the finger or push it away, but soon gave up. Sam stroked Billie’s shoulders, abs, legs, and ass. She poked those ass cheeks and pinched them with a giggle. Her finger traveled around Billie’s hips and pressed in on her pussy.

Billie shuddered and grasped the finger, but at the same time, a deep moan of pleasure burst from her mouth.

“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” Sam murmured. “Your little kitty is so wet, Billie…”

“Sam?” a voice called down the hallway.

Sam gasped and dumped Billie onto the shelf.

Billie grunted in shock and pain. She slowly climbed to her feet and covered her breasts as her body trembled.

“Is she finished yet?” the voice called, and Billie recognized it as Lucy’s.

“Uh, n-no, not yet!” Sam called back, gigantic voice echoing into the closet and causing Billie to cover her ears.

“Well, tell her to hurry up. She’s on the clock!”

“Okay!”

Sam turned back and smirked down at Billie.

“What are you taking so long to get dressed for, Booby Doll?” Sam taunted. “You heard her. Hurry up!”

Billie glared at her monolithic form.

“You know what?” Billie began. “You can just--”

“You need help?” Sam interrupted. “Okay!”

With that, she seized Billie in one hand, snatched the push-up bra in the other, and brought both hands up to her face, which grinned in wicked glee.

“This is gonna be so much fun,” she breathed onto Billie’s topless body.

###

Billie was quivering with anger, shock, and lust when Sam carried her through the double doors. Getting forcibly dressed by Sam had been equally infuriating, traumatic, and arousing.

Worse, she now wore an outfit that clung to her legs and ass and pushed up her breasts, while also leaving the lacy top of her bra exposed for all to see.

But Billie temporarily forgot about that when she saw the scene inside the store.

Cal sat at the credit card table, watching eagerly as Sam carried her over. In front of the table, winding through an aisle and all the way to the store exit and out the doors onto the sidewalk, a line of people waited. Men, women, and teens, standing singly or in couples or clusters. All waiting for their turn at the credit card table.

Waiting for their turn with her.

A low rumble of conversation filled the store, but it died out when Sam approached.

Every eye in the store turned to stare at the shrunken teen in Sam’s hand, including from the direction of the cash registers, where Michael and Gracie watched intently.

Billie’s heart pounded in her chest as Sam placed her on the green tablecloth.

A sense of panic filled Billie. This was more than she’d expected. She wanted to get out of here, to go home and hide under her bed sheets.

“You know what to do?” Sam asked from behind Billie.

Her question must have been meant for Cal, because he nodded.

“Yep. Lucy prepped me,” he answered, still nodding.

“Perfect,” Sam said.

“Have fun, Booby Doll,” she whispered without warning in Billie’s ear, moistening Billie’s face, neck, shoulders, and bulging cleavage and making the shrunken teen jump.

Then Sam strode away.

Billie didn’t feel the table quake when Sam walked away, but realized that was because the table’s surface had been shuddering constantly: tremors from the crowd of giants.

“Hi,” Cal said to Billie with a wide smile.

His gaze flicked up and down her body and rested, once again, on her chest.

“Nice outfit,” he breathed, giant pupils dilating even as she watched.

“Thanks…” Billie said so quietly she doubted he heard her.

Then the first person in line, who her mind had only comprehended as a titan in a line of titans, finally solidified into a girl around Billie’s age with a slender body and smallish, pert breasts beneath her blue shirt. She had long, brown hair and large, dark-blue eyes that didn’t blink as they gazed down at Billie.

“So...do your thing?” Cal half stated, half asked.

Billie looked down at the credit card in front of her. Her heart raced. Her mind whirred.

“What’s the hold up?” a man’s voice boomed from somewhere in the line.

The rumble of voices had begun increasing again. People were milling impatiently in the line.

“Hey, now that she’s finally out here, can I just feel her up like that dude on Twitter did?” the teen girl asked.

“Uh…,” Cal said uncertainly.

He jerked his head almost comically between the girl and Billie, left and right, to and fro, back and forth.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Cal finally answered. Then he sat up straight and seemed to quote a prepared statement. “’At Trader Moe’s, the customer comes first.’”

“Bet,” the teen girl said distractedly.

Her hand whipped out and snatched Billie up, sending the credit card clattering onto the table.

The giant girl’s fingers were soft but strong as they pinned Billie’s arms to her sides. Her eyes widened as they stared up close at Billie’s cleavage in her corset.

“Wait! Stop! Don’t I get a--!” Billie cried out.

“Nice fucking boobs,” the girl interrupted.

Her fingers squeezed Billie’s breasts together in her new, silky corset like Billie was nothing but a living doll.

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Can't decide who needs an intervention more, Billie or everyone else in the store.

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New chapter time.



Chapter 6

Billie only managed to perform a few spin and kneel moves with the credit card that morning. The rest of the time, the next customer in line snatched her before she got the chance.

The customers wasted no time in invading her miniature body with their giant fingers, paying special attention to her breasts in her corset, but not also rubbing her pussy or pinching or spanking her ass through her leggings.

At first, Billie was shocked and scared by this sudden molestation from giants. She even struggled and protested a bit:

“Hey! Stop!”

“Hold on a second!”

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

But invariably, the giants ignored her.

Cal was no help to her. He sat by and watched as she was fondled. He almost drooled out the side of his mouth as he looked on.

Soon, Billie found herself getting more and more aroused by the touch of giant fingers. Men, women, teens, all took their turns snatching her up like a toy doll and squeezing her breasts, rubbing her pussy, and slapping or pinching her ass, all while smiling or grinning or laughing.

Strangers were molesting her, Billie thought to herself, strangers were toying with her teenage body.

Her nipples soon hardened fully and her pussy oozed moisture. She began shoving her body into the molesting touch of the giant customers as low moans escaped her lips.

Her outfit was soon disheveled, her leggings pulled down to expose part of her right hip and thigh, her corset pulled down and her bra askew so that her breasts almost spilled out completely.

She lost all track of time, but at some point, as a twenty-something man with a scruffy beard and long sideburns poked and stroked her pussy while his morning breath blasted her face, it was too much.

Strangers were making her cum, she thought.

She emitted a high-pitched shriek of pleasure, hugged his finger with her powerful thighs, and humped the digit while crying out wordlessly as the orgasm blasted through her teenage body.

“Fuck yeah!” he laughed at her as she collapsed in his grip.

More laughter and clapping exploded from the customers in line behind him.

“Jesus,” she heard Cal whisper from behind her.

Her energy spent from the orgasm, she slipped into semi-consciousness.

But that didn’t stop the customers from playing with her. They simply began passing her on without placing her on the table each time. She was dimly aware of fingers continuing to squeeze and grope her curvy, nubile body as she lay in helpless fatigue in grip after grip of giant strangers.

###

Billie awoke some time later and found herself lying on the floor of her miniature break room.

Sam loomed in front of the shelf as a tan-skinned, hazel-eyed, teenage goddess smirking down at her.

“You are fantastic, Booby Doll,” Sam said. “We ran out of credit card applications.”

Billie slowly sat up. She looked down at her outfit. Her breasts were barely contained in the corset, and her leggings had slipped below part of her thick ass.

She stood on unsteady legs and began adjusting her clothes.

“This is your lunch break,” Sam explained. “I’m supposed to leave you here to rest, eat, and use the restroom. And I will, but first…”

Her hand shot out, grabbed Billie, and whisked her up to her face.

“...I wanna taste these knockers.”

Her other hand pinched Billie’s corset and hiked it above her chest, then pinched Billie’s bra and tugged it downward, sending Billie’s breasts dropping out into the open air.

“Wait!” Billie cried. “I need a brea—!”

Her protest was cut short as Sam sucked both of Billie’s breasts into her mouth with a loud slurping sound.

Billie gasped, her fit, curvy body wriggled in Sam’s grip, and she pounded on Sam’s nose, but none of that stopped Sam from sucking on Billie’s breasts like two grapes, raking and lapping at them with her tongue.

The sensation was too pleasurable for Billie, combined with the sight of Sam’s huge face filing her vision, Sam’s giant eyes leering down mercilessly. Billie began moaning and shoving her boobs deeper into Sam’s mouth.

Sam’s thumb sneaked over and rubbed Billie between her legs. As her wet pussy squelched with moist sounds, Billie cried out in sexual bliss and orgasmed in Sam’s grip.

Sam laughed and lay Billie on the shelf. Billie spent most of her break in a sexually-exhausted heap, only managing to use the portable restroom and eat a piece of cheese from the fridge before Sam returned and grabbed her again.

“Hey, Mini Ho, it’s back to work we go,” Sam taunted as she carried Billie down the hallway.

###

The afternoon proceeded in similar fashion. Billie was passed from giant customer to giant customer, who took turns feeling her up like a doll.

That morning, several customers had played with Billie and walked off without filling out an application, so now Cal made them fill out an application before picking her up. She got used to seeing giant hands shaking as they hurriedly scribbled out information onto a credit card application before those hands greedily lunged at her and wrapped her in a fist.

Giant strangers made her cum two more times that afternoon.

As she kneeled on the table with only ten minutes left in her shift and a few people still in line, she looked up at the next customer and gasped.

“Peyton?” Billie breathed, stunned.

Peyton put her hands on her hips like a grumpy Venus statue.

“I can’t believe this,” Peyton said. “Oh wait, yes I can.”

Billie stared up at her, unable to think of what to say to her friend.

“I’m here to take you home,” Peyton told her.

“Uh, the store manager really wouldn’t like that,” Cal said.

“I want to talk to said manager,” Peyton said. “They can un-shrink her before we leave.”

Peyton leaned over the table. Seeing her friend as a towering giantess sent a sudden thrill through Billie.

Peyton reached down and gently wrapped Billie in her fist. She lifted Billie past her trim abs and pert breasts to her face…

...and paused. Her eyes stared at Billie, lit by a gleam of wonder.

“You know, you are really cute at this size,” Peyton said quietly, her breath lightly caressing Billie’s skin.

Her gaze danced over Billie’s body, coming to rest on her chest.

“Peyton?” Billie called in disbelief.

She wondered if her best friend was actually considering what Billie suspected she was.

Peyton’s thumb traveled slowly across Billie’s breasts, a long, single stroke through the corset.

“Uh, if you want to play with her, you have to fill out a credit card application first,” Cal said.

Peyton stared at Billie with an expression that seemed more like appraising a new toy than looking at her friend.

Billie gazed up at her best friend, and didn’t know if she wanted Peyton to snap out of it or not.

But Peyton did snap out of it, blinking and shaking her head.

“No, I want to talk to your manager, now.” Peyton said.

“Um, okay, just a minute,” Cal mumbled unhappily before standing and trudging away.

“Hey, am I gonna get my turn to touch her?” a middle-aged man in line behind Peyton asked.

“Shut up, perv!” Peyton snapped at him.

He glared at her but seemed too scared or embarrassed to say anything else.

“I don’t need to go home yet,” Billie called.

“Oh really? You sure about that?” Peyton asked.

Billie grimaced.

“I think--”

“How can I help you?” came Lucy’s overly-polite voice.

Billie twisted in Peyton’s grip to see Lucy standing on the other side of the table, hands on her shapely hips, peering sharply at Peyton through her glasses.

“I’m here to take Billie home. Or do you want to let customers molest her some more?” Peyton said venomously.

Lucy smiled tightly while her eyes flashed in annoyance.

“That’s fine. She has less than ten minutes left in her shift anyway,” said Lucy. “Follow me.”

It occurred to Billie, as Peyton carried her down the hall behind Lucy, that even though Peyton was there to rescue her, neither she nor Lucy had actually cared about what Billie wanted.

###

As Billie sat in the passenger’s seat of Peyton’s old Hyundai hatchback, Billie texted her mom to tell her not to pick her up, that she was getting a ride home.

An awkward silence filled the interior of the car.

The process of leaving the store had been extremely awkward for Billie, and having Peyton there only made it worse. From changing into her shrunken clothes from that morning while both Lucy and Peyton waited outside the closet, to Lucy and Peyton passive-aggressively arguing over who would carry Billie to the room to be un-shrunk, to Lucy sneaking a feel of Billie’s boobs and ass when she won that argument, to Peyton watching with an unblinking and unreadable expression as Billie took off her pest control band and handed it to Lucy.

Now, sitting in the car beside her best friend, those events kept replaying in Billie’s mind, along with the fresh memory of Peyton’s giant thumb jostling Billie’s breasts in her corset.

They arrived at Billie’s house without either of them saying a word.

As Billie opened the door and started to climb out, Peyton finally spoke.

“You’re going back tomorrow, aren’t you?” Peyton asked in a tone of forced neutrality.

Billie wasn’t sure what to say, but found her head nodding.

“This whole thing is fucked up, you know that, right?” Peyton replied.

Billie thought for a few seconds.

“Sometimes fucking up can be fun though, yeah?” Billie said.

Peyton’s face was unreadable at first, but then Billie saw her eyes glimmer mischievously.

“Hmm. Bet,” said Peyton.

As Billie walked up to her front door, her nipples hardened again and her pussy began drenching her underwear.

###

The next morning, when the shrinking process finished, Sam’s tan calves flexed like living columns as she crouched over Billie and smirked down at her.

“Got an announcement for you, Booby Doll,” Sam said.

“Uh, what?” Billie called up, nervousness stirring in her gut.

“Well, Lucy and I were talking with Brian, and you’ve become such a big hit with the customers, we all think the sexy outfit was a mistake.”

Billie was surprised to feel a wave of relief.

“We think it’s better if you just stay naked during your shift.”

Billie’s mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged.

“What?” Billie squealed.

Sam’s smirk widened.

“The customers are here to play with your body, after all. Why annoy them with pesky clothes?”

“Uh, look, Sam, I don’t think I’m ready for--”

But Sam was already reaching out a giant hand for her.

“No! Stop! Wait!” Billie screamed.

Sam grabbed her in a fist and lifted her up to her face.

Then the giant teen began to strip off Billie’s clothes.

“Don’t fight me so much!” Sam warned. “I don’t want to tear your clothes.”

“Stop! Wait! Wait!” Billie kept shouting as she was stripped like a doll.

But it did no good. Within seconds, she wriggled naked in Sam’s grasp, wearing nothing but the band around her neck, while her clothes lay wadded Sam’s other hand.

Sam smiled happily and took a few seconds to feel up the shrunken girl, pinching her ample breasts and stroking her full, smooth ass.

“God you are even cuter naked,” Sam breathed. “The Booby Doll: T and A Edition.”

“Sam, listen, please,” Billie begged as she watched her breasts getting squished between Sam’s forefinger and thumb, “I’m not ready for this.”

Sam’s giant shoulders shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter. The decision’s been made.”

Billie’s stomach reeled as Sam stood up.

“No! Wait! Wait!”

Billie’s wails were too tiny to echo off the walls as Sam carried the naked, wriggling Mini down the employee hallway.

###

Sam placed Billie on the credit card table. A line of giant customers trailed out the store entrance again, and Cal once more sat behind the table.

Like yesterday, Gracie and Michael watched eagerly from across the store like hungry, humanoid mountain peaks.

Billie draped one arm over her breasts and covered her crotch with her other hand. She looked frantically between Cal to the first customer in line.

The first customer, a pretty, blond woman in her thirties, smiled warmly down at Billie.

“Oh, look how she tries to cover up,” cooed the woman. “How adorable!”

Cal, meanwhile, stared with his soft lips hanging open and his young eyes wide, shamelessly staring at Billie’s naked body.

“You took off all her clothes?” he asked.

The question was obviously meant for Sam, but he kept his gaze on Billie.

“Yep. Manager’s orders,” Sam quipped. “See you in a bit.”

The table quaked beneath Billie’s feet as Sam strode away.

“Cal, listen, you have to help--”

Billie’s words were cut short as the woman grabbed her and whisked Billie up to her face.

The woman’s giant fingers smelled of sandalwood perfume as they forced Billie’s arms to her sides.

“Wow, so young and already you’ve grown them so big,” the woman cooed.

“Please, I don’t want--!”

But the female customer didn’t seem to care what Billie wanted. Her womanly fingers were already poking and teasing Billie’s naked breasts.

“Such big, big boobies on you,” the woman breathed in wonder.

Billie grunted and strained to free her arms, but was soon overwhelmed by the sensation of writhing completely naked in the grip of a giant woman as her breasts were toyed with. Her nipples sprang to attention and her pussy began moistening.

“Oh fuck, no, fuck…,” Billie moaned quietly.

“Are you sure this is okay?” the woman asked Cal, while still squeezing and jostling Billie’s rack.

“Uh…I think so….,” Cal said. Then he added more confidently. “Yeah, at Trader Moe’s, the customer comes first.”

The woman ran an experimental finger down Billie’s abs to her crotch, where it pressed in on her wet pussy.

Billie shuddered and gasped as an intense orgasm erupted from nowhere and exploded through her body. She convulsed in the woman’s hand and screamed wordlessly in joyful, sexual bliss. She arched her back and shoved her breasts upward. They jiggled as her body shook in the sensual flood.

Then she slumped forward in the woman’s hand.

“Wow, wow, wow,” said the female customer. “That was amazing, little girl. I guess at Trader Moe’s, the customer doesn’t always cum first,” she added with a musical giggle.

As Billie felt herself getting handed to the next customer, she called out groggily,

“Wait, no more yet…”

A dark-haired giant in his late teens seized her body in a fist that smelled like stale pizza.

“Shit. Nice tits. Hey dude, can I suck on ‘em?”

“Uh…,” Cal said.

But he didn’t wait for Cal’s answer before shoving Billie into his giant face, where his lips slurped hungrily over her naked breasts.

Billie first hung limply in his grasp as he sucked and licked, then started punching weakly on his stubbly face, but was soon grinding her breasts into his giant, rough, assaulting tongue, moaning in pleasure once again.

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Das hot.... Also slightly concerning

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