A long day at work was coming to an end. The rays of the setting sun
came in through the windows and hit Joanna's computer screen, making it
hard to see anything.
"Can't work if I can't see!" she thought to herself and leaned back to take a snack break.
Her
more efficient colleagues were getting ready to leave the office, eager
to enjoy the weekend. Soon, she would be alone in the artificially lit
cubicle landscape. He boss was already gone.
Joanna wanted to
leave too. The office was the last place she wanted to spend Friday
night, but she'd procrastinated all morning, so she'd have to stay late
again.
"This job sucks," she thought to herself as her teeth crunched down on a few chips.
She
didn't have a lot to do, but it would take time. Joanna was a slow
typist to begin with, but since she always rested her head in her hand,
she ended up typing with only one finger at a time, taking hours to
finish even simple tasks. It was a low-paying but steady job in daddy's
company, so it was almost impossible to fire her, but there was no way
she was getting a promotion either, so it was a demotivating dead-end
job. Besides, the key word there was "almost" -- she did have to
accomplish a bare minimum of work each month unless she wanted to risk
the old man's wrath.
It was getting darker out, and Joanna's
typing was the only sound to be heard, aside from the occasional
hardworking colleague finally clocking out once they'd finished their
share of what was supposed to be her work. Her dad offered them extra
overtime pay to get it done, and most of it came out of Joanna's salary.
As far as she was concerned, it was a great deal for them, and yet, a
few of them gave her unfriendly looks from a distance if they thought
she wouldn't notice it.
When the lights went off, she was pretty
sure she was the only one left. She stood up to turn them back on,
silently moaning about how this was keeping her from working. On the way
back to her seat, she stopped to think, and decided that she might have
to pee. It sounded better than working, so she made her way to the
bathroom. Not the crappy one on the same floor, of course, but the good
one two floors up.
This bathroom wasn't open to most low-level
employees, but being the founder's daughter had certain benefits. Her
card had access to nearly every door in the building. She sat down and
took out her phone. Half an hour later, she gave up and took the
elevator back down. Apparently, she didn't actually have to go that
time.
"What a waste of time," she sighed quietly. "Could have been done by now."
On
her way back, she went to the break room to rest and get some more
snacks. She had a habit of doing that after a toilet break, since it was
a long walk back and forth. When she opened the door wide to get her
chubby self inside, she noticed something on the floor.
"Fuck! A cockroach all the way up here?" she thought. "I hope it runs away so someone else has to kill it instead."
She
turned on the light and almost fell backwards. One of the girls that
had started working in the company around the same time as her was on
the floor in front of her, standing no taller than Joanna's
pantyhose-covered big toe in the soft carpet. She tended not to wear any
shoes at work because the carpet felt so good to walk on.
The
tiny woman looked like a doll where she stood. She was waving her arms,
seemingly shouting up at the comparatively gigantic woman. Joanna was
scared at first, but then she smiled. It was really quite comical to
look at this doll girl trying to get her attention. She looked really
cute in her itty bitty skirt and blouse. Joanna herself didn't care to
dress up much at work. She just wore what she felt like, which happened
to be a simple dress that day.
"Why are you so small?" she
demanded of the tiny woman, whose name she had probably heard many
times, but never cared to remember.
She couldn't hear the response, so she rolled her eyes with a sigh.
"Speak up if you want me to hear you, pipsqueak!"
The
tiny woman froze for a second, but made another attempt. Joanna still
couldn't hear her, but she had an idea. She put her hands on her hips
and stomped her foot.
"Are you trying to look up my dress, you little midget?" she roared, terrifying her victim.
This
was sort of amusing, she thought. Although she did get to scare people
with her power on a regular basis, it was always her father's power they
were scared of. This little girl was scared of Joanna herself, eagerly
shaking her head and holding her palms up in front of her in a desperate
attempt to calm the titaness down.
"I wonder what it would be
like to step on a tiny person," Joanna mused, lifting her car-sized foot
up in the air and letting it hover above the tiny girl.
She
remembered being jealous of her for receiving a bonus early on. She was
pretty sure it was just because the boss was trying to get into her
pants. He had major yellow fever, so a hot Asian office lady was just
his type. Sure, he had never made any advances towards Joanna, but she
figured it was because her daddy's power scared him away.
"You think you're so much better than me, huh?" Joanna said inaudibly.
Not
even her tiny victim could hear her from under her foot. Joanna knew in
the back of her mind that the girl worked hard and was nice to
everyone, and that this was the reason she'd gotten a bonus. She also
knew the only reason she'd never received another one was because Joanna
complained to her manager, who thought it safest to comply with the
jealous demands of the CEO's spoiled brat.
Still, having her
underfoot like this felt great. Unfortunately, she knew there was no way
she could ever get away with actually stomping on a doll-sized person.
Even if all her jealous fantasies had been true, she couldn't have done
it in good conscience. Besides, she'd definitely go to jail for
something like that. Daddy's protection couldn't save her if the police
were involved.
"I've decided to spare you, little doll. Show some gratitude."
The
tiny woman hesitated a bit after Joanna's foot hit the ground next to
her, shaking it violently and making her fall backwards, but she got on
her knees and bowed. Joanna knew she couldn't let anyone know about
this. To her, this was harmless fun, but she knew nobody else would see
it that way, especially this toy-sized girl. Letting her go was too
dangerous, and killing her was out of the question. She'd have to kidnap
her, but convince both herself and the girl that it was for the best.
Joanna squatted, exposing her panties and plump ass.
"I'll keep
you safe," she declared as she unceremoniously picked up her former
colleague between two fingers and dropped her into her cleavage.
"Crawl into the cup so nobody can see you."
Her
heard was beating faster again. For the first time since she'd started
working in her daddy's company, she packed up her work laptop and
brought it home over the weekend. She had plans for her perfect little
captive.
------
Joanna lived in an apartment building
nearby. Her salary would never have allowed her to live there, but a
spoiled daddy's girl like her didn't have to pay rent. Besides, he owned
most of the building anyway.
She looked around for a bit before
she found the hyper-realistic dollhouse her dad had given her as a kid.
It had working plumbing that she'd used to flush hamster turds with back
then. It had been years since she last played with it, but it was easy
to hook it up and see if it worked. Joanna placed it on a stool next to
the toilet, fished her tiny captive out of her bra and placed her in the
dollhouse bathroom.
"Flush the toilet."
The tiny woman's
hair was wet from Joanna's bra sweat, and she didn't seem to be enjoying
herself, but she still complied. The toilet flushed just fine.
"Wash your hands."
Like a doll playing with itself, the tiny girl used the miniature soap dispenser and faucet. It was almost like the real deal!
"OK, it works. You live here now, lucky you. Don't think I'm gonna spoil you, though."
Joanna didn't even notice how ironic that sounded coming from her, of all people.
"You'll
help me with my work from now on. You'll have more than enough time now
that you can't do your job anymore. Pretty sure daddy's gonna fire you
when they can't reach you anymore."
The overweight giantess suddenly remembered something.
"Where's your phone?"
The
tiny woman held up a tiny electronic device. The screen was blank. It
was probably out of battery, whether it worked at that size or not.
"Looks broken."
Joanna
grabbed it between two fingers and had a closer look at it. It looked
broken now. Maybe she had demolished it with her giant fingers? Well,
she did like the thought of that. There was no need to keep it anyway.
She opened the toilet lid and dropped it into the bowl. She had to take a
shit anyway.
The giantess undressed, leaving her clothes all
over the floor before pulling her panties down and covering the toilet
seat with her plump bottom. As a fart exploded from her ass, she had an
idea. She grabbed her new toy and put her next to her enormous bare
feet.
"Make yourself useful and move my clothes over to the laundry basket."
The
tiny woman looked up at her in disbelief, but there was no sign that
she was joking. She stared impatiently down at her captive as a torrent
of piss erupted from within the bowl. Joanna sighed, snapping the tiny
girl out of her trance. It was so much fun watching her struggle to move
a giant pair of pantyhose across the tiled floor, Joanna thought as she
pushed out a huge turd. She played with the thought of dropping the
tiny woman into the toilet, but decided against it. It'd make her too
dirty to keep.
Once her tiny slave had moved all her giant
clothes out of the way, Joanna wiped herself and picked up the tiny
woman. She washed her hands without putting her captive down, thus
washing her entire body too.
"Take off your clothes."
Joanna
grabbed a doll dress that she gave the shapely little woman. Although
Joanna's boobs were bigger, even at normal size, she envied her tiny
slave that slim figure. The thin dress she gave her was a little too
long, but it fit well enough.
"Time to put you to work."
Grabbing
the tiny woman, Joanna waltzed into her bedroom with a puffed-up chest
to display her majestic tits. When she put her down on her dresser, she
took pride in how big they were compared to her. They look like
mountains next to an ant like her, she thought to herself.
Joanna
got her laptop out and turned off the network switch. It was a hardware
switch underneath the laptop that the little woman would never be able
to reach.
"Continue from where I left off. If you do a good job, I might reward you. If you don't, I'll punish you. Don't disappoint me."
For
the next five minutes, Joanna amused herself by watching her tiny
captive jump on the keys to get them to register her key presses. She
could tell this girl knew exactly where all the keys were, and she ended
up typing almost as fast as Joanna normally did.
"Keep going until you finish the whole thing," the giantess instructed, opening her home laptop on the bed.
The
tiny girl dared only occasionally glance over at her captress, who was
moaning quietly, but audibly, across the room with one hand in her
panties and the other on the touch pad. If this worked out, it would be
the best thing that had ever happened to her, she smiled as she finally
fell asleep in front of the screen.
------
In the morning
when she woke up, Joanna had almost forgotten about the tiny girl
slaving away on her work laptop, but the porn window from last night
reminded her.
"Did you do it?" she demanded.
The tiny
woman, who had fallen asleep on the greasy keys, but woken up again when
the giantess did, nodded and motioned towards the screen. Joanna's
giant hands came down from the sky and started navigating the document.
She was a little jealous at how well this tiny toy of a woman had done,
but then she remembered that she could take credit for it.
"OK, you can sleep in the dollhouse while I'm at work."
Joanna
put the doll-sized woman in the tiny bedroom while she herself peed and
a giant fart erupted from her sizeable buttocks, but she didn't care.
If anything, it felt good to flout social conventions like this. She
felt powerful doing whatever she wanted around the tiny woman, who
couldn't complain.
There was no way her captive could escape,
since the dollhouse doubled as a cage and could be locked with simple
hooks from the outside. Her new doll would definitely be waiting for her
giant mistress when she returned from work. And she would be early
today.
Normally, Joanna would never even think of going to work on a Saturday, but since the deadline was Friday, she kind of had to.
"This was due yesterday,"
The
weekend-shift girl moved her gaze from the screen to Joanna, who
pretended to adjust her name tag so the girl would notice who exactly
she was.
"Yes, I wanted to make some last-minute adjustments, you know?"
The girl nodded. Her job was just to make sure everything was as it should be, so she didn't really care.
Joanna
was ready for a break after walking to work for ten minutes. She went
back into the break room, half expecting to find other tiny colleagues
to enslave, but she had no such luck. Instead, she had the kind of luck
she had hoped for the night before, namely a bowl of chocolate chip
cookies.
She grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge. She drank
straight from the carton, but that was OK, because she was going to
finish the whole thing anyway, she told herself.
The next hour,
she sat in the break room enjoying the milk and cookies someone had
prepared for the poor people who had to work weekends. She figured she
was one of them, since she came in to work on a Saturday, and they had
already had their chance. She was going to leave them one or two, but
then she had some milk left.
She washed them down with the last
few sips of milk before burping loudly and leaving the empty carton on
the table for someone else to get rid of. She had work to do, after all.
Or at least, she giggled as she thought of it, she was busy delegating.
Making
her way home, she suddenly thought about her new doll at home. Did she
need to eat too? Well, it was already lunchtime, so Joanna got some
Mexican food to go. Her slave could have the parts she didn't want.
When
she got home, she put the food on the table and took off her dress and
pantyhose. She opened the dollhouse wall to reveal the terrified little
woman, who would probably need some time to get used to her new place in
the world.
"Lunchtime," Joanna mumbled as she grabbed the tiny woman between two fingers.
The
tiny girl panicked for a moment, thinking she was about to be eaten,
but Joanna merely placed her on the table between a gigantic brown paper
bag and Joanna's mountain-sized breasts, which she was resting on the
table.
"You can have whatever I don't want," the giantess explained before shoving a burrito in her mouth.
Soon,
the tiny woman was offered a few small pieces of nachos with no dip.
She didn't complain. As hungry and helpless as she was, this was the
best she could ever hope for. She struggled to eat the big, hard chips,
but it wasn't impossible.
Joanna looked down while chewing,
enjoying how superior the size difference made her feel. Her tiny
ex-colleague almost looked like an insect next to her enormous tits! She
could drown her in salsa, or even saliva, if she wanted to. She could
even kill her by ignoring her, since the tiny girl was totally dependent
on her generosity to survive.
A grin crossed the giant woman's
lips as she thought about it. It was like she'd been promoted, but
rather than merely being made superior to her colleague, she had been
promoted to being a goddess. She didn't say anything, but the thought of
it tickled in her entire plump body as she took another bite of her
burrito.
------
After lunch, Joanna grabbed the tiny girl and placed her on the keyboard again.
"Write up another report. The numbers are here."
She
put a list of numbers on the table, in front of the laptop. The tiny
girl had to climb down to get a closer look at them, which Joanna
thought was very amusing.
After watching her slave do her work
for a while, Joanna lay down on the couch for a nap. When she woke up,
it was already dark. The little woman was still hard at work in the
bedroom, so the chubby giantess grabbed some snacks and watched a movie.
It
was still too early to go to bed when the movie was over, and besides,
she wasn't sleepy yet. She did have an idea, though. She checked on her
slave again.
"Break time," Joanna announced.
It wasn't really a break for the tiny girl, though.
"I'm
bored. Entertain me," her corpulent captress demanded, placing her new
toy on the coffee table and her own considerable bottom on the couch.
When
her doll just stood there, paralyzed by fear and confusion, Joanna
rolled her eyes and leaned back. She lifted her bare feet and placed
them on either side of her hardworking captive, shaking the table when
her heels landed.
The giantess smiled for a second at how big her feet looked towering over the little woman next to them.
"Do something. Dance for me."
The
terrified little woman hesitantly started to move her little body
nervously, hoping to please the spoiled, overweight Asian girl whose
feet could literally flatten her in an instant.
For a short
while, it did amuse the bored giantess. Unfortunately, she had a short
attention span and got bored easily, so her smile quickly faded again.
She did have an idea, though.
"Try massaging my foot!" she grinned as one of the massive soles descended to the floor, leaving one.
One
was more than enough as far as the tiny captive was concerned, but she
was very hesitant to touch the dirty skin in front of her. Besides, she
couldn't really reach any of it, since the heel alone was bigger than
her.
"Oh. Right," Joanna sighed as she moved that foot to the
ground too, "I forgot you're too small to do basic things like that. I
guess I can fix that, though."
She grabbed the girl and brought
her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. She took off her underwear
and lay on the bed face down, causing earthquakes that threatened to
bounce the tiny girl off the bed.
"Climb onto my foot and get to work."
The
tiny woman wouldn't dare to disobey. She made her way across the vast
expanse that was the giant bed, slowly approaching the smelly soles in
the distance.
"You're so slow," Joanna complained as she sat up, causing earthquakes again.
The
chubby Asian girl leaned forward and grabbed the doll girl, then placed
her next to her enormous feet. When she turned over again, the little
woman had to climb on and do her best to make the giant woman feel her.
"Tsk! I can barely feel you. Work harder!"
Joanna
did enjoy the feeling of power she got from the predicament she'd
placed her captive in, though. The fact that the little slave girl had
to work so hard to please her made her feel so important. It was much
better than being important just because she was daddy's girl.
"That's better," she sighed, trying to encourage the helpless little doll.
It
wasn't much better, but at least she could feel it now. It was somewhat
enjoyable, but it wasn't exactly a foot massage. She looked behind her
to see the tiny woman really putting her back into it.
"Now do the other one."
Only
then did Joanna think about the fact that her feet were dirty. Maybe
she should have washed them before making the tiny girl massage them
with her entire body. Then again, it was too late now, and she actually
liked the fact that her slave just had to obey her no matter what. It
made her feel so powerful.
------
Joanna fell asleep and
didn't wake up until the next morning. By then, the tiny woman was
nowhere to be seen. She must have escaped while her enormous captress
was snoring.
"Fuck!" Joanna whispered to herself as she searched the bed.
She
carefully stood up and checked under the bed. She checked under every
chair and table in the apartment, but there was no sign of the tiny
fugitive. She couldn't have left, though. There was no way out.
Unless...
She checked the front door. There was a crack in it
from the time she'd crashed her suitcase into it. She hadn't cared about
it until now, when she realized it might be big enough for the
doll-sized woman to crawl through.
Joanna grinned as she waltzed
stark naked, her huge rack swaying wildly back and forth, into the
hallway to find the tiny woman trying to hide next to the elevator.
Without a word, she stomped her foot right next to the helpless tiny
before squatting down and grabbing her, then hurrying back to her
apartment before anyone saw her.
"You've been a bad, bad girl,"
Joanna announced ominously as her grin turned into a frown and her
brought her fist up to her face.
The tiny woman was squeaking her
useless little apologies and promises not to do it again, but Joanna
wasn't having it. She thought about what might be a suitable punishment,
and then it hit her.
"You're gonna mop the floor today."
The
tiny girl was at once relieved that her enormous captress wasn't going
to kill her, and in disbelief at the impossible task set before her.
Joanna placed her on the floor and gave her a tiny plastic bag that had
contained a pair of earrings at one point, as well as a Q-Tip.
"First,
you're gonna get all the dust and other shit you find on the floor into
the trash," the giantess explained as she took the lid off of the trash
can.
She turned over an ornate chair so it rested on it,
providing a rough surface for her doll-sized slave to walk on. It was a
bit of a climb, but it wasn't very steep, and most of it was almost like
a staircase.
Most of the tiny woman's day was spent collecting
dust and crumbs from the vast floor while the giantess went about her
day. The first thing Joanna did was to block the crack in the door. The
rest of the day was spent watching soap operas while snacking.
------
Around
dinner time, she ordered a pizza. By the time it arrived, the tiny
woman was pretty much done with her first task. Unfortunately for her,
the giantess's feet were still dirty, and she walked all the way across
the apartment to get that pizza.
"If you want anything to eat, you'd better clean that up!" Joanna grinned as her behind sank down into the soft leather couch.
She
watched some more TV while she stuffed her face, leaving only crumbs
for the tiny slave on the floor. That was more than good enough for her,
starving as she was, and she gratefully received it and ate the crumbs
Joanna granted her.
------
"It's bedtime for me, but mopping time for you," the giantess chuckled.
She
handed the tiny woman a bottle cap, a few small cotton pads and a few
more Q-Tips. Then, she placed two plates on the floor and filled them
with water and soap.
"All you need for a night of punishment!" Joanna laughed.
"You'd better be done by tomorrow."