“PUCKER UP, CHUCK!” The deceivingly bubbly feminine voice commanded.
A wet object was soon felt on her skin.
“Ohhhh, that’s nice. Good boy.”
The scene was not an unfamiliar one in Vilecio’s offices. A 2ft
tall man dressed in a skin-tight pink morph suit indicating his status stood on
a desk and kissed the bare ass of a much larger person. In this case, the pink
suit designated the man as a former manager, demoted for continuously poor
performance and assigned to Vilecio’s “Rent a Demotee” program. A program
designed to reward employees with credits which they could spend on renting a
Vilecio owned demote.
The woman coo’d as her boss’ boss’ former boss was now
nose-deep between her ass cheeks. A man she had once cowered in the shadow of forced
by his job (and her physicality) to be hers for the next half-day.
“Keep it up!” she commanded as the she felt the kisses
slowing down “You’re mine until 6 o’clock and I intend to take full advantage
of every minute”
Her body shivered as the kisses grew louder in volume and
increased in pace. “Oh yes. All mine…” she whispered to herself.
30 minutes later, the two emerged from her office. Her 7 ½ ft
body dwarfing his miniature size. Her face was slightly flushed and his was
covered in a various mixture of fluids which she ordered him to not wipe off
for the remainder of the day.
Chuck’s face burned as his eyes focused on the ground. This
had been his life for the past two months, but the humiliation never ceased as
he was passed around headquarters like a used pen.
The woman smirked as her heeled feet clacked against the
floor. She glanced down at Chuck whose little legs had to work over double-time
to keep in stride with her. He was leashed around his left wrist by Kevlar rope
kept in a device clipped to the woman’s waist.
“Veronica, can we…” Chuck,
obviously out of breath attempted to speak, but was silenced by a firm yank of
his arm by the leash.
“No talky while walky, Chucky.” The large brunette ordered
with a smile on her face.
Chucky focused back on the ground and remained silent.
As they walked, others like him were paraded around with
their owners for that day. Some slightly larger than himself, other’s the size
of jewerly, but all equally humiliated and recognized. They soon walked through
the building’s main lobby and passed a group of incoming interns.
“Oh my god! How adorable!” Chuck heard one girl in the group
exclaim as he and Veronica walked past.
Veronica smiled. She loved taking her demotees through the
lobby even though it always added minutes to her walk.
“Smells like there’s some seafood today.” Veronica spoke as
the two neared their destination. One of headquarters’ many cafeterias. Veronica
usually liked to eat in her office or go to one of the many restaurants in the
area, however, whenever she had a demote, there was no better place than the
cafeteria. It was the best way to flaunt her prize for the day and to see who
else was out and about.
Chuck’s stomach grumbled as he was pulled through the cafeteria
line like a scorned child.
“…and one brownie, please…” his ears listened as Veronica
picked the final items for her meal and headed toward the checkout.
After she paid, Veronica scanned the room and found the
table that was perfect for her and Chuck.
Chuck’s face grew pale as Veronica led him to a round table near
the center of the open room. He could feel the eyes of all his former coworkers,
most who used to be beneath him, glancing
in his directly.
Veronica took a seat and licked her lips. A bowl of gumbo
with white rice, cornbread, double-chocolate brownie, and glass of lemon-lime
seltzer. Not the healthiest meal, but she always spent extra time at the gym whenever
she had a demotee. She loved to make try to run on a treadmill next to her or
bring her weights.
“Alright, Chuckster, you know the drill.” Veronica spoke
matter of factly as she shoved a spoonful of gumbo into her mouth. This was not
her first time with Chuck, and she had developed quite the lunch routine for
him.
Dejected, Chuck walked under the table which was wide open
to the world around them. His eyes focused briefly on the stained underwear
under Veronica’s skirt before he got onto his hands and knees. His hands shook
as he began to unclasp Veronica’s heels.
Veronica couldn’t help but smile and hum happily as she
enjoyed her meal and felt Chuck work below the table.
Finally, Chuck was presented with his lunch. Within Veronica’s
heels were two well flattened bagel halfs. Everything bagel to be exact. The
bagels were firmly inprinted with an copy of Veronica’s soles.
Speaking-of-which, Chuck looked as they flexed mere inches from his face. Sesame
seeds, onions, and other seasons stuck to the soles from the bagels.
“Come on Chuck. I’m almost done. And remember, if you don’t
eat my lunch, you get to go ask one of the interns if they have anything for
you…”
With the reminder from above, Chuck quickly pulled the
flattened bagles from Veronica’s heels and ate them as quickly as they could. Though
one would expect them to be difficult to swallow, they were well moistened with
the woman’s sweat, which worsened the experience.
As Veronica ate, she listened to the noises around her.
Various laughs and comments were made at Chuck’s plight. She loved putting on a
show.
Eventually she felt Chuck’s tiny mouth and tongue on her
feet. His tongue licking the seasoning from her soles with a slight tickle.
This earned an ‘accidental’ kick to the face for Chuck.
As she took a bit of her brownie, her eyes rolled back
slightly as she felt Chuck’s lips wrap around her big toe and suck.
Vernoica’s big toe nearly filled his entire mouth which
caused Chuck to gasp for air, making things worse as it gave him a noseful of
her smell.
Finally, the two finished their lunches and Veronica snapped
her fingers. Chuck’s tiny hands worked diligently to reaffix her heels and the little
man quickly scurried from under her table.
Veronica rose to tower above him and carried her tray over
to the trash can.
With lunch finished, Veronica walked from the cafeteria, Chuck
in tow.
“Alrighty. Time for our next meeting with Chell.”
Chuck gulped as he remembered the last time Veronica had a
meeting with his former subordinate.
“I think she rode her bike to work today…” Veronica quipped
as she picked up her pace, forcing Chuck to nearly sprint beside her