"Gina's Computer" by B. Tweenercheeks

My name is Ted. I was hired at Croft Widgets right out of college. The company produces various metal products. Pretty boring stuff. They seemed anxious to hire me after my interview. Croft was a small company that desperately needed to computerize. Somehow I had given them the impression that being an accounting major I could help them do this. They paid me a nice salary, gave me a big office, and a top notch computer.

A month or so after I started, Gina started. Everyone loved Gina. The 5'11" former Big Ten volleyball star kept all us guys on our toes. Tights sweaters and miniskirts accentuated her slender, athletic figure. She always wore her brown mane of hair up to show off her classic Greek features. She walked around the office, shoulder back, chest and tiny waist out, seemingly always striking a sexy pose. Gina was smart. She made people laugh. She was supremely confident. There was only one bad thing about her. She was a computer major.

I had been at Croft around a year when while playing on the internet I re-discovered my shrinking fetish. I had no idea that anyone shared such a strange fantasy. The first site I fumbled upon was "wonderwarthog." Soon I discovered "Big Gulp", "Under Giantess Feet" and many others. I'll never forget the thrill of finding those first few sites and thinking that "wow, there are other people out there who think about this."

About a month after my "discovery" my boss John confronted me with my internet usage. It seems that my new interest had caused the phone bill from my office to skyrocket. Thank god he didn't know how to check out my computer. Panicked, I denied all knowledge, accusing "those foreign cleaning people" of playing on my computer. John seemed to buy it and I figured the incident was over.

Late the next day I felt someone staring at me. Looking up it was one of the cleaning ladies. I think she was Eastern European or something. Her eyes were pink from crying. In her long wool coat she pointed her wrinkled finger at my computer. In a thick accent she said "I no use computer".
I replied "Well I certainly didn't." She shook her head. "You are little, little man. You'll be sorry."
Crying, she wobbled down the hall from my office.

As usual, everyone had left the office. "Time to check out the giantess sites" I told myself. I hesitated. "What if they check out my computer. I really don't know how to erase every trace of this stuff. They might ask Gina to help." I thought to myself. Gina. She was turning into a problem. Her expertise on the computer was rendering me obsolete. I had an idea.

Getting up from my desk, I sat down at Gina's desk. Her office was much smaller than mine. Her desk was tiny. She even had a secretary desk char rather than an executive chair like mine. Firing up her computer I checked out the pictures on her desk. A photo of Gina and her college friends in Daytona caught my eye. Tan, tall with huge cone shaped tits, Gina was drop dead gorgeous. The Internet soon came on line. Surfing from giantess sight to giantess sight for a half an hour or so I was about top quit when a pop up appeared on my computer. It said "Want to Find a Free Giantess sight You'll Enjoy the Rest of Your Life?"
I clicked "yes". "Answer the following questions:

"What size do you want to be shrunk to

a. two inches.
b. one inch.
c. 1/2 inch.
d. bigger than a grain of sand, but smaller than a grain of rice."

I chose "d"

"What do you want your giantess to look like?" I kept thinking about Gina. I looked at her picture. Every question that I answered described her.

"Hair" brown.

"Body type" athletic.

"Eyes" brown.

"personality" confident/aggressive.

"giantess fantasy" buttsquish.

I clicked ENTER.

"Somebody must have hit me over the head." I thought to myself. My head throbbed rhythmically. Rising to my feet I was disoriented. I seemed to be at some ultra modern drive-in theater. High above me beautiful nature scenes flashed on the biggest movie screen I had ever scene. I was on some sort of slippery, black parking lot. It was the biggest damn parking lot I had ever seen. It smelled like leather. Dropping to my knees, I felt it. It was leather. Suddenly I realized that I was naked. Where the heck...I looked around. Standing upright next to the movie screen was a billboard - of Gina and her bikini clad friends in Daytona.

I ran and ran. I had to get out of here. Unfortunately, at my size I was going nowhere fast. Exhausted I collapsed.

I awoke to the smell of coffee. "God, it was only a dream I thought". Opening my eyes, Tammy, the bosses secretary towered above me as she walked by. Tammy opened the office. Gina would soon be here. Terrified both of being crushed and of being found out I again ran towards the front edge of Gina's desk chair. "What's this?' Tammy screeched. Holding up my suit, underwear, socks and shoes, Tammy began to laugh. "Wait 'till Ted gets here. Am I ever gonna tease him."

My attempt to run was futile. I seemed to only be able to move a centimeter every couple of minutes. I just couldn't go on anymore. I had to rest.

"Hi Tammy how's it going?" Gina's perky voice offered. Throwing her lunch on her desk, Gina walked by. "Look what I found in your office" Tammy said. Gina burst out laughing "Oh god. That little stud. Where is he?" "I don't know" Tammy replied but when he gets here we are gonna have fun." Tammy giggled. "Who turned on my computer? " Gina asked. "It was on when i came in. I thought you left it on." Tammy answered. Moving the mouse to get rid of the screensaver, Gina was shocked. "EEEAAAUUUW" Tammy, you have to look at this weird stuff. Men shrunk at the feet of naked women. Do you think that Ted was looking at this stuff?"

Gina and Tammy stood leaning over Gina's computer. Directly behind them, awestruck, I stared up Gina's tight miniskirt. Like a deer in the headlights, I couldn't help it. I had to look. It was where I longed to be. Gina and Tammy flipped page by page through the history on Gina's computer. Stunned by the bizarre nature of the material on the giantess sites the two women said little. Occasionally Gina would mutter "that's sick" or "what a pervert". Finally Tammy said "We have to tell John. Stay here Gina."

Gina sighed. She obviously didn't want to be involved with my firing. Shuffling things on her desk she paused and looked at her computer again. I stared up her skirt. She wore white cotton panties that rode slightly up into her asss crack. Her muscular, but petite ass loomed over me. I wanted her ass to sit on me. I longed for her asss to depress me flat into the cushion of her desk chair. Gina folded her arms standing with one slightly knee bent staring at the computer. She shook her head. "What a freak" she mumbled. All of the sudden, her ass rushed down upon me. I collapsed onto my back to enjoy the sensation. It seemed to take forever. As Gina's ass lowered her butt became more rounded and defined. I longed to smell her fragrant crotch. Like being smashed between two mattresses, Gina's ass pressed me into the seat of her chair. I heard the wheels squeak. The texture of the fabric of her skirt stretched my skin painfully. I struggled to take the shallowest of breaths. It became obvious that I might not live. This being the case, I breathed through my nose to experience my fantasy, perhaps my last on this earth, to the fullest. Gina did not disappoint. Her crotch smelled of sweat, sex, perfume and laundry detergent. Slowly, my mind wandered. To the cleaning lady. It had been her. But at least it had been Gina. What a way to go.