My Boss has shrunken me! –
Part 1
By
Richard C.H. Davies
Warning
this story contains: Shrunken Man, giantess, shrinking, point of view, aware,
unaware, crush, micro,
Isabella looked at the report
that Harry had written in sheer disappointment. It was one of the worst reports
that she had seen and she had seen some awful report writing in her time.
Since she had been made head of
department she was trying to clamp down on shoddy work in her team and she was
weeding out the ‘dead wood’ in her department.
She had been tasked with making
redundancies, but discouraged from providing any lucrative payouts to employees
when giving them notice.
She had worked so hard for this
position, and she wasn’t going to let some idiot slackers drag her good name
down.
She bet it was because she was
pretty, if she was a man, she bet that her team wouldn’t take such liberties.
Well, she had to make an example.
She had found that one of her
team Harry, had always looked at her with a level of disdain. Whenever she
asked for him to meet deadlines, or do any tasks, rewrite reports… basically
anything, he looked at her in a way she didn't like.
So, she decided to wait until the
end of the day at work, waiting for everyone else to leave the office until it
was just her and Harry.
He sat where he was typing on his
keyboard. She bet he was pretending to type… the numpty…
Isabella waited silently, until
he eventually looked up from his workstation.
"Yes?" He asked,
irritably.
"That’s yes, ma’am, to you…”
she glowered down her nose at him.
“I’ve just read your report…” she
trailed off, lifting the paper copy into the air.
“Oh? Great isn’t it? You’re
welcome, ma’am…”
The petulant little shit. She
fumed with anger.
“No, actually, it’s the biggest
load of shit I’ve ever read,” she dropped the report into the bin. “I would ask
you to rewrite it, but I know you’ll do an even worse job second time round,”
Harry looked taken aback by this. His eyes widened in surprise.
“Hey, don’t you dare speak to me
like that, do you know who my father is…”
“Oh,” Isabella stood up. She
slowly and elegantly walked around her own workstation, and weaved her way
around some chairs towards him. She allowed him to watch her long legs and feet
in her stilettos. She knew he fancied her. He looked up and down the tights
that covered her legs. “I know who your father is,” she reached him and perched
on the side of his desk, looking directly down towards him.
“He’s not as much of a pest as you are, you’re just…” she shrivelled her nose
as she looked at him like he was a bad taste. She shook her head, “you’re just
a little bug to me… at least your father has achieved something at this
company…”
Harry rolled his eyes and
sighed.
“Whatever,” he said, shrugging.
He turned to pick up his bag. “Just put your comments on the report and I’ll
get around to updating it when I’ve got some time…”
Isabella crossed her arms and
shook her head.
"No, I want to deal with
this now, you’re not leaving…"
"Oh, really?" Harry
stood up and started to pack his things into his shoulder bag. "I'm
leaving and there’s nothing you can do to stop me."
Isabella's head flooded with
rage. This guy was a little prick. His nepotistic father had just got him the
job in the company, and she had to put up with his Gen-Z bullshit! She fumed.
Harry hoisted his bag over his
head and headed towards the office lift core.
As he was about to scan his card
at the lift lobby he felt a shot of pain running through his body, causing him
to stagger forwards and slam into the glass door.
He staggered back, clutching at
his chest in surprise and shock. Was he having a heart attack?
The pain shrouded his vision and
forced him to drop to his knees, or at least he thought it had, the vision
panel of the door looked higher than before.
As his gaze swung down, he
realised he was still standing up, but he was definitely shorter.
He looked down at his body and
his hands, the floor was getting closer and closer and the walls and ceiling
were getting further and further away.
"What…" he stammered,
trying to work out what was happening. His heart was beating miles too
fast.
He tried to head towards the door
and then a much bigger person suddenly appeared directly in front of him,
blocking his exit.
It was Isabella. She was looking
down at him with an expression of superiority on her face.
Her huge cleavage was on display
as she leaned forwards to look down towards him. She was indeed beautiful and
her relative size made her look even more radiant than before.
She smiled.
"No, actually I think you’re
staying with me," her voice boomed. “We’re going to have your
employee appraisal, I think…”
Harry looked up in shock. He was
about a third of her size now.
This was impossible… then he saw
it in her hand… his heart fell.
She was holding one of the
company’s own shrinking devices in her hand.
“That’s Pharmadon property… you can’t…” he stammered.