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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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."