PART ONE

“I’m telling you, Mom, I don’t need this job. My latest album is totally going to take off.”

“Honey, I don’t think you can even call it an ‘album’ if you’re publishing it for free on YouTube and Reddit.”

She turned away so her mom wouldn’t see the annoyed scowl on her face, which left Billie staring into the side mirror of the sedan and scowling at herself instead. Black, shoulder-length hair matched her dark eyes, where long eyelashes and thick eyeliner accentuated their deep pools.

“I’m just saying this job is a waste of time,” Billie said.

“And I’m just saying, you’re nineteen and still never held a job. You’ve got no college plans. If this music thing ever takes off, we can talk, but right now, you need to start earning your own money.”

“It’s not just a ‘music thing.’ It’s my dream, Mom.”

“I know, Honey,” she said in that patient, patronizing tone that always pissed Billie off.

The old Corolla pulled into a parking spot directly in front of the store. The ‘Trader Moe’s’ sign glowed invitingly in the summer blaze of the Californian sun.

Billie sighed, got out of the car, and slammed the door. She felt a pang of guilt for not saying goodbye to her mom, but hurried to the employee entrance anyway.

As she walked, she felt her polo shirt hugging her large chest, which only increased her frustration at this whole thing.

Ever since puberty, her breasts had swelled in size. She got tired of people ogling her like she was some freak, so she began wearing baggy shirts wherever she went, no matter the weather. People gave her weird looks, but she’d take those any day over the blatant stares at her tits from both men and women.

She’d never had a boyfriend, never even been on a date.

But the dress code for this job was very specific, forcing her to wear a polo shirt, tucked into her khaki shorts, that clung to her massive chest despite being a size too big for her overall.

As she approached the employee entrance, a couple of random young guys noticed her tight shirt, swiveling their heads and gazing hungrily at her boobs.

This time, though, Billie felt an odd tingling her in her body at their stares. Having her breasts gazed at like this for the first time in years filled her with sudden, surprising excitement.

“What’s wrong with me?” she whispered in frustration.

The two guys didn’t fail to give her backside some appreciation too. As they walked around the corner, their gazes slid over her thick ass.

She hurried over to the employee entrance.

Before she could swipe the key card that she received at orientation, the door swung open.

She moved aside as a girl about her age stepped out.

Her polo shirt and khaki shorts matched Billie’s almost perfectly, but the slender body under them contrasted with Billie’s curvy figure. Both girls possessed strong legs and toned calves, but this girl’s skin shone a golden tan in the sun, much darker than Billie’s pale skin.

The girl’s name tag read ‘Sam.’ She looked at Billie in awkward surprise.

Then her hazel eyes focused in on Billie’s chest and stared. And kept staring. And continued to stare as her mouth fell open.

“Uh, excuse me,” Billie growled in annoyance, sidestepping around her to get to the door.

But once again, that excited tingle spread through Billie. Her nipples hardened.

She swiped the key card and swung open the door, hoping to get away from this girl as soon as possible.

###

Lucy, the Assistant Cashier Lead, waited for her beside the time clock at the end of the hallway.

In her mid-twenties, Lucy’s short figure was formed almost entirely by her long legs, shown off by khaki pants that were tighter than even the dress code required. Her polo shirt hung loosely around her modest chest. Her pretty, brown eyes watched Billie approach from behind her eyeglasses.

Those eyes centered on Billie’s chest like laser beams, and Billie had to suppress a sigh.

She’d managed to wear a baggy dress shirt for her interviews and orientation, but now the cat, or the tits, were out of the bag, and Lucy apparently noticed.

“Hello!” Lucy said cheerfully, stepping forward.

“Hey,” Billie replied in a neutral tone.

“If you’re ready to start, go ahead and swipe your key card here, then enter your employee number,” said Lucy, indicating the time clock.

Billie did, and then Lucy led her around the corner and into an unoccupied office. Computers and swivel chairs lined the walls.

Lucy stopped in front of a computer.

“For most of today, we’ll have you do your online training,” said Lucy. “You’re only scheduled four hours today, so let’s see how far you’ve gotten after three hours. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sure,” Billie answered.

“Great. It’s all set up for you. Call extension 1226 if you have any questions.”

“’Kay.”

Lucy smiled and left, but not before looking Billie’s body up and down in a quick, appreciative glance.

Billie shook off the tingling settling between her shoulder blades and sat down.

###

“You’re all done? Really?” Lucy asked three hours later.

Billie blinked through hours of calcified boredom before answering.

“Yeah.”

She’d skipped most of the videos, but no need to mention that.

“Well, that’s great,” Lucy said happily. “Nice job. Come with me.”

She led Billie into the next room, which was wider and filled with several rows of long, fold-out tables with plastic chairs.

Lucy sat down at one of the tables and pointed at the chair across from her.

As Billie sat down, Lucy’s eyes stared shamelessly at her chest, then boldly met her eyes.

“So, if you finished your training today, the original plan was for you to shadow Gracie on the register for the last hour of your shift,” Lucy began, “but something’s come up.”

Billie’s defenses activated. She leaned back and folded her arms over her robust chest.

“Okay…”

Lucy smiled disarmingly.

“Nothing to worry about. We’ve just been given an awesome opportunity from Corporate, and I think you’re here at the right time to help our team out.”

Billie frowned at her in confusion and waited for her to continue.

“Have you heard of the Mini app?”

Billie’s eyes widened.

“Uh, yeah, the app that shrinks you to around six inches tall. Only one size setting because of technology limits or something. And you can only use it with codes from the government.”

“Yep,” Lucy nodded, sounding pleased. “And our store has been given access to shrinking codes. We’re given two per day, one to shrink once and one to reverse the process.”

Billie wondered what possible reason the government had for giving Trader Moe’s shrinking codes.

As if reading her mind, Lucy added, “Corporate paid for the codes as part of a promotional effort to increase applications for our store credit card. And our location gets to be the pilot program!”

She pointed to a stack of papers at the far end of the table, which Billie quickly saw were credit card applications.

“The program set-up is: We have one regular-sized employee to help customers fill out the card, and one Mini employee to dance around with an actual credit card, kind of like those sign holders on the street corner. Draws customers in and charms them so the other employee can lock them in.”

Billie’s myriad of emotions probably played across her face: confusion, incredulity, disgust, and curiosity.

Then she realized where all this was going.

“Wait, you want me to be the Mini, don’t you?” she asked in alarm.

Lucy smiled and paused before saying, “I think you’d be perfect for it.”

“Why?” Billie demanded.

Lucy’s gaze flicked briefly to the chest beneath Billie’s arms.

“You’ve got a fun personality,” Lucy said. “I think you’ll do great at charming our customers. We target a younger demographic and I think you’ll connect well with them.”

Billie’s muscles tensed. She strongly suspected the real reason Lucy wanted her for this role had less to do with her personality and more to do with her rack.

“We’d shrink you down right now, then return you to normal in an hour. You’ll have a coworker with you. Beyond that, all the legal stuff was included in the paperwork you signed during orientation.”

She smiled conspiratorially, as if she and Billie shared a secret, before adding,

“You’ll also get a dollar raise for all time spent as a Mini. So, what do you think?”

Indignant rage burned inside Billie’s gut. She opened her mouth to tell Lucy:

No fucking way.

But as her lips parted, time seemed to slow down.

A dollar raise on her first day…

But beyond that, she remembered the tingling sensation as, first the random dudes, then female employee, then Lucy, had all stared at her breasts. She wondered what it would be like to experience that at the size of a doll.

Like a new toy on display...

“Okay,” she heard herself say.

Lucy flashed her a beaming smile.

“Great! Let’s get you set up. I’ll be right back.”

Once Lucy left the room, Billie sighed and dropped her forehead onto the table.

“What’s wrong with me?” she repeated.

###

“All right, stand there...yep...arms at your sides...perfect!”

With her arms out of the way, her back straight, and her polo shirt working its hardest to contain her breasts, Billie felt like her boobs were starring in their own sitcom.

Worse, Lucy had given her a ‘pest control band’ to put on, and Billie didn’t know which unsettled her more: the fact that the band emitted high-pitched sounds to scare off any bugs or rodents who might try to mess with her, or the fact that the thick, silvery thing was meant to be worn around her neck and looked like a fucking collar.

“Now, the app is scanning you,” Lucy said, aiming the store’s handheld device at Billie. “The shrinking process should begin in a few seconds.”

Billie’s heart raced. She felt panic rising inside her as she started thinking this was a mistake.

Then, to her horror, as if mimicking or mocking her rising panic, the objects in the room began growing up around her. The walls seemed to lengthen. The ceiling seemed to lift farther and farther away from her. The floor stretched wider and wider.

Worse, Lucy swelled in size right before her eyes, growing larger, and larger, and larger, transforming into a cute, long-legged, monstrous giantess.

Finally it all stopped, and Billie found herself standing on a field of linoleum with pillars of table legs in the distance and a mountain of a woman looming in front of her.

Her breaths came out of her lips in fast, ragged bursts. She clenched her fists and focused on calming her breathing before she started hyperventilating.

The ground quaked beneath her as the mountain that was Lucy suddenly advanced on her.

A scream escaped her throat and she fell onto her butt.

Overhead, Lucy’s huge form towered over her. A giant hand materialized, dropping closer and closer.

Billie screamed again as giant fingers wrapped around her body.

In the next instant, the hand shot upward, lurching her gut nauseatingly.

Billie struggled in Lucy’s fist, heart pounding, shocked that the woman had just grabbed her without even asking.

Lucy’s face, magnified ten times by Billie’s new size, filled her entire view.

“That went great,” Lucy’s voice boomed.

Billie winced as Lucy’s enthusiastic tone rang her eardrums, but Lucy didn’t seem to notice.

Billie expected Lucy to ask how she was doing, but instead, the twenty-something woman opened her fist, forcing Billie to sit in her palm, and stared at her like a new prize. Her eyes glittered with wonder.

“Look at you, so small, so detailed…,” Lucy breathed, her minty breath wafting over Billie.

Her other hand floated into view and reached out with one long, giant forefinger.

Billie’s heart pounded in anger and panic.

“Hey, this is kind of wei--” Billie started to say.

“Lucy, hey,” a voice said.

Lucy’s hand dropped and her fingers pinched Billie by the hips so tightly it hurt. She spun around, sending Billie’s world lurching violently.

“Oh, hey Sam, thank you for coming.”

When Billie’s reeling vision cleared, she recognized Sam standing in front of the doorway.

Sam stared down at Billie in open-mouthed delight. Her eyes shone eagerly and her thick lips kept twitching upward as if trying not to smirk.

Seeing the other girl as a giantess sent Billie’s thoughts whirling. She felt a nervous anxiety in her stomach and started to wonder again if she’d made a mistake by agreeing to this.

“Sam, this is Billie. She’ll be working with you on the Trader Moe’s Card table for the next hour.

Sam looked like that revelation was better than winning the lottery.

“Can I hold her?”

Billie noticed with frustration and unease that Sam directed the question at Lucy, not Billie herself.

“Sure,” Lucy answered.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” Billie demanded.

To her shock, both women ignored her.

Lucy lifted Billie toward Sam, who responded by holding out her cupped palm expectantly. Lucy dropped Billie into her palm.

Immediately, Sam’s fingers hoisted Billie up and pinned her arms to her sides. She held Billie in front of her face and grinned widely.

Billie’s face burned as she saw Sam’s eyes sizing her up, soon centering their gaze like magnets on Billie’s ample chest.

Billie felt her nipples hardening again and hoped Sam didn’t notice.

“She’ll be perfect,” Sam breathed, sending moist wind gusting over Billie’s shrunken body.

As Sam followed Lucy down the hallway and into the store, she continued to hold Billie with her arms pinned to her sides. In the middle of getting jostled up and down, Billie felt Sam’s thumb creep over and brush her left breast.

Her mouth gaped open in shock, but before she could shout anything, Sam came to a stop behind Lucy.

“Here we are,” Lucy said. “Let’s get set up.”

###

Billie seemed to be standing beside two living mountain ranges.

In actuality, she knew she stood on a green tablecloth on yet another fold-out table, with a stack of credit card applications beside her, a credit card at her feet, Sam sitting in a chair on her other side, and Lucy standing in front.

“Remember, if someone approaches you, ask them if they’re interested in getting a hundred dollars of free groceries,” Lucy was saying to Sam.

Sam nodded impatiently.

“I know.”

“Great. And you…”

She leaned down and peered at Billie.

“You get to dance around with that card like a champ.”

In annoyance, Billie thought her tone sounded like someone talking to a small child.

“Sure,” Billie grunted.

“Huh?” Lucy asked, leaning closer.

At the sight of a mountainous face rushing at her, Billie flinched and stumbled back.

“I said ‘sure!’” Billie shouted angrily.

Lucy stepped back and nodded.

“Your little voice is hard to hear,” she said, then smirked at Sam.

Billie saw Sam smirk back.

Tingling spread through Billie again as she felt less like a coworker and more like a child or toy around these two.

She clenched her fists, angry at herself for getting excited about this.

“Okay, I’ll be back in an hour,” Lucy said.

The table quaked beneath Billie’s feet as the Assistant Lead walked away. Billie didn’t fail to notice her shapely ass in her tight pants rocking and swaying like two lush hills.

Billie tried to take in the scene of the store in front of her, shelves lining the floor like rows of skyscrapers, several customers strolling among them like mythical giants.

She gasped when the credit card suddenly jumped in front of her face.

“Here you go,” Sam said.

Billie noted the detail she could see in Sam’s unpainted fingernails as they held the card in front of her.

Billie yanked the card out of Sam’s grip in annoyance.

She hefted it, briefly stunned at holding a credit card the size of a large poster-board.

Then she lowered it and glared up at Sam’s monolithic form leaning against the table. The girl’s arms lay folded in front of her. Her modest breasts could be seen hinted at beneath her polo shirt. Modest for her size, but still giant from Billie’s perspective. Her billboard-sized face pouted its full lips in a bored expression.

“Hey, what was that about copping a feel on my tit earlier?” Billie demanded.

“Hmm?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

Billie sensed sarcasm oozing off the other teen.

“I mean when you--”

“Oh look,” Sam said, cutting her off. “Someone’s coming.”

Billie turned and saw a man passing by their table. He appeared to be in his thirties, basically ancient compared to her, but also undeniably handsome, with short black hair, a chiseled face, broad chest, strong arms, and thick calves that carried his gigantic body along at a casual pace.

Her heart pounded faster at seeing his gigantic, handsome form.

“Excuse me,” Sam called, ringing Billie’s eardrums again, “would you like a hundred dollars in free groceries?”

Billie’s heart pounded even faster when the giant man turned and smirked at Sam with a raised eyebrow.

Then her heartbeat seemed to rev into a whirlwind when his gaze fell on her.

“Hey, that’s your cue,” Sam hissed, but despite her powerful voice, Billie barely noticed.

The customer’s eyes widened and he walked closer. The table shook from his approach. He leaned over Billie, blocking out the overhead light like a sexy eclipse, bathing her body in his moist breath.

His face scrutinized her in wonder and delight, his white teeth flashing in a grin.

“Is that a Mini? No way!” he boomed, almost deafening her.

His gaze roamed over her body. This close, it was obvious when it came to a rest on her breasts and his pupils dilated.

Billie’s pulse raced. Her body quivered. She moved the credit card protectively in front of her chest.

“Dance!” Sam hissed.

Billie moved the credit card slowly up and down, robotically at first, then more smoothly, shifting to a circular movement.

Finally, hyper-aware of the man’s eyes scrutinizing her, she spun around, tossed the credit card up and caught it, then dropped to one knee and held it out in front of her.

Like a subject offering tribute to a king.

Or a slave delivering treasure to her master

Her nipples grew fully erect. Wetness seeped between her legs.

“What is wrong with me?” she whispered for the third time that day.

Then she snapped her head up and stared at the handsome giant.

“Want to sign up for a Trader’s Moe’s credit card?” she called cheerfully.

His huge face spread into a delighted, hungry grin. One of his hands floated into view, fingers clawing out, flexing, for her.

Then he stopped as if waking from a trance and looked up at Sam.

“Sure, I’ll sign up for one,” he said.

As he filled out the form, Billie kept her eyes on his giant, manly hand as it manipulated the pen, and found herself wishing it would manipulate her body instead. She got wetter and wetter each time his eyes glanced from the paperwork to where she stood nearby, card cradled against her ample breasts.

As the table quaked with each of the man’s departing steps, Sam leaned close to Billie.

“That was awesome,” Sam said, her breath blasting Billie’s neck and back and stirring her hair. “Nice!”

Billie finally caught her breath.

“Fuck yeah it was,” she replied.

###

The store emptied of customers after that, even though it didn’t close for another few hours.

“Always pretty dead after five,” Sam said. “That’s why they might have to start cutting hours soon.”

“Hmm,” Billie said.

She was distracted by the cashier, the only other person on the sales floor that Billie could see, standing behind the cash register on the other side of the room. The cashier appeared a few years older than Billie or Sam, with golden-brown hair held back in a ponytail. Her face had high cheekbones and tan skin, and from this distance looked very pretty.

Billie guessed that was Gracie, even though she couldn’t read her name tag.

She kept glancing across the store at Sam and Billie’s table, but her eyes seemed focused on Billie. Her body shifted and danced in movements that hinted at nervousness or indecisiveness. Billie suspected the cashier wanted to come chat with them.

“Is she not allowed to leave the register?” Billie asked Sam.

“No,” Sam said in a scoffing tone. “The Cashier Lead, Heather, is strict about that. She doesn’t want us socializing too much. She checks the camera footage on the days she isn’t in the store.”

“She sounds like a ton of fun,” Billie commented sarcastically.

“Yeah,” Sam said, matching her sarcastic tone. “So much fun.”

After another minute or so of awkward silence, Billie leaned against the credit card and turned toward Sam.

“So, I still haven’t heard an excuse for what happened earlier,” Billie called to her.

Sam gave her a smug, sideways glance.

“And I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do,” Billie insisted. “You touched my fucking boob.”

Sam shrugged.

“If I did,” the other girl said smugly, “it was only on accident because you’re the size of a doll right now.”

Billie glared, yet the tingling starting humming through her body again.

“Whatever!” Billie sighed, then turned away.

Billie spent the rest of the hour standing in uncomfortable silence with a giant girl beside her. Worse, Billie couldn’t tell if she was angry, nervous, or excited by that.

Finally, Lucy stepped out of the double doors that led to the employee hallway. She walked over to Billie and Sam, shaking the table shook with each step.

“How did it go?” Lucy asked, once again addressing Sam.

“She got us one,” Sam replied.

Only then did Lucy look down at Billie.

“Good job!” Lucy said in a high-pitched tone that sounded like she was praising a dog for sitting. “Only one hour on the floor and you already got an application!”

“Thanks!” Billie called up in annoyance.

“Time to get you back to normal size so you can clock out,” Lucy said.

Before Billie could say anything, Lucy reached out, wrapped her in a fist, and lifted her off the table.

She carried Billie across the room and through the double doors, keeping her fist encircled around the shrunken girl the entire time. Billie didn’t like the way her breasts were mashed against the inside of Lucy’s fingers.

Billie twisted in Lucy’s grip to look up at the mountain of a woman carrying her.

“Hey, can you hold me differently?” Billie shouted.

Seeming to ignore her, Lucy said, “Here we go,” as she reentered the room with the tables.

She placed Billie in the corner, and Billie watched her gigantic shoes thunder over to a table, where she picked up the handheld device.

Lucy pointed the device down at her.

In the next instant, the objects in the room began to shrink, though Billie knew she was actually growing. Smaller, smaller, smaller shrank the tables, the walls, and Lucy herself.

Suddenly dizzy, her vision spinning, Billie stumbled over to a chair and dropped into it.

“Yeah, it can be a little disorienting,” Lucy said. “But you’ll get used it.”

Billie gripped the table as her world continued to spin for another several seconds.

Then it stopped, and she was in a normal-sized room again with a normal-sized Lucy.

But seeing Lucy standing there at regular height, when only a minute earlier she’d been a giantess, was indescribably surreal.

“Nice job out there,” Lucy said, and to Billie’s astonishment, her tone now addressed Billie like an employee instead of a pet. “Since all your training’s done, we’ll start you back on credit card applications first thing tomorrow.”

Billie just wanted to get home and clear her head, so she rose without saying anything and headed for the exit.

“Don’t forget your…,” Lucy called.

Billie glanced behind her to see Lucy tapping her neck.

That’s when Billie realized she still wore the band.

Her shaking fingers pushed the release button and the band snapped open. She handed it to Lucy.

“See you tomorrow,” Lucy said.

“Yeah,” Billie grunted.

###

“So, how did it go?” her mom asked as soon as Billie sat down and closed the car door.

“Fine,” Billie said.

“Just ‘fine?’” her mom said. “Come on, you’ve got to give me more than that.”

“It was just computer training today,” said Billie, avoiding her mom’s gaze. “Nothing exciting at all.”

###

Billie knew she had to quit tomorrow.

That was the thought that kept running through her mind as the hot water from her shower streamed down her body.

So many red flags:

The way Lucy and Sam treated her like she was just a toy once she shrank; how Lucy had obviously chosen to shrink Billie because of her figure; the fact that Sam refused to admit she’d groped Billie.

Her mom said she had to get a job. But she didn’t need to work a job where everyone treated her like their shrunken slave.

Slave.

The memory of kneeling before the giant, handsome customer. Offering him a card like he was her giant master. Like she was his pet.

Her nipples grew erect and her hands found their way to her big, naked breasts. She groped, caressed, and played with them.

His huge face, leering down at her.

Sam’s giant finger sneaking over and brushing her breast.

Lucy squeezing her fist over Billie’s breasts.

A low moan purred in her throat as one hand alternated between both boobs and her other hand slid down between her legs.

The moan grew as she leaned against the shower wall, grinding it with her thick butt. Images from her hour as a shrunken employee played through her mind.

Soon, she clamped her lips over her squeal of pleasure as her body shuddered, quivered, and climaxed in the shower.

As she slowly lowered to the shower floor, gasping for breath, relishing the hot water splashing across her back, she realized she was in the same pose as when she kneeled before the giant man.

“Maybe…,” she panted, “maybe I’ll give it one more day.”

“I hope your report today will be a little more detailed than yesterday’s,” Billie’s mom said in a light tone as she parked in front of the store the next morning.

Billie tensed, grabbed the door handle, and got out as quickly as she could.

“Whatever. Have a good day, Mom.”

She slammed the door and rushed to the employee entrance.

This morning, there was more activity in the employee hallway. She followed a young man to the time clock while the cashier from yesterday, whose name tag identified her as Gracie, arrived in line behind her.

“Hey, you were the Mini employee yesterday, weren’t you?” Gracie said, flashing her a friendly smile.

But her eyes sized up Billie’s chest.

“Yep, that was me,” Billie said.

“You were a Mini?” the young man asked in obvious excitement as he stepped away from the time clock.

She saw that his name tag read ‘Cal.’

His brown hair was dyed with blond highlights. He appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties, with strong legs and shoulders but a slightly pudgy body. His face was handsome but soft, almost babyish.

And his eyes, of course, kept flicking down to stare at her chest.

“Yep,” she answered.

Annoyance at this unwanted attention only made her annoyance at her own growing arousal worse. But there was no denying the reason for her hardening nipples or the heat blossoming between her legs.

“How did you like it?” Gracie asked.

“It was...uh…” Billie searched for words as her brain conjured fresh memories from the day before.

“Bet it was so trippy, seeing everything so much bigger than you,” Cal said, “being nothing but the size of a Barbie doll.”

His stare roamed up and down her body, resting on her chest.

“I’m curious about that,” Gracie added. “It will be so fun having a doll-sized employee around!”

She smiled that friendly smile again, but Billie noticed that, in contrast to her name, Gracie’s movements were halting, nervous. She wrung her hands and shifted anxiously on the balls of her feet.

Her eyes darted around, but they found time to stare at Billie’s boobs over and over again.

“Uh, yep…,” Billie said. “Guess so.”

She clocked in, then stepped aside for Gracie.

She expected Cal to leave once he clocked in, but he still stood beside her, blatantly checking her out.

“You a cashier too?”Billie asked, hoping to snap him out of his horny trance.

“Yep,,” he said, his gaze finally meeting hers again. “They’ve got me on four ten-hour days, so you’ll probably see a lot of me.”

His babyish face spread into something halfway between an open smile and a mischievous smirk.

“Well hello!” a familiar voice called from farther down the hallway.

The double-doors swung shut behind Lucy as she strode closer.

“Ready for your second day?” Lucy asked Billie cheerfully.

“Sure,” Billie said.

She did her best to keep her tone noncommittal, trying to hide the jittery, sexual excitement rising steadily inside her, and working to think about anything except her fun shower-time experience from last night.

“Looks like you’ve met Gracie and Cal,” Lucy said, smiling at each of them.

“Yeah,” Billie said.

“That’s great,” Lucy replied, “because you’ll be working with Gracie at the credit cart table for the first couple hours.”

Billie and Gracie exchanged a quick glance. Billie could see the struggle in Gracie’s face to stay neutral. Gracie failed to hide the micro flickering of delight, especially in her eyes.

“Awesome,” Gracie said.

“All right, head out to the table,” Lucy said. “I’ll be out with Billie in a few minutes.”

Billie’s spine tingled excitedly, knowing the shrinking was coming again.

“’Kay,” said Gracie.

As Gracie walked away, Lucy stared at Cal.

“Did you need something, Cal?” Lucy asked politely.

“Uh, no,” Cal said, smiling in embarrassment.

“Then head out there. Michael is waiting for his break.”

Cal glanced at Billie one more time before turning and hurrying away.

“You’ve got another four-hour shift today,” Lucy said. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Billie said in tune with the fluttering excitement in her stomach.

###

Two minutes later, Billie once again wore the band around her neck, and Lucy once again towered over her as a giantess.

The floor beneath Billie quaked as Lucy walked over to her. When she saw Lucy crouching, Billie’s heart raced faster.

Lucy’s fist once again ensnared her without warning, squished against her breasts, and hoisted her off the floor.

She wriggled in the other woman’s giant fist in both frustration and excitement.

“I don’t like getting held like this!” she shouted.

The fist shot up to Lucy’s face, sending Billie’s vision spinning and her stomach lurching.

“Huh?” Lucy’s voice boomed in her ears.

“I said: Don’t hold me like this!” Billie shouted again.

“Oh, sorry,” Lucy said casually.

Her fist opened and her fingers spread apart, splaying over Billie’s back while her thumb rested against Billie’s stomach.

Billie barely had time to be grateful as she bobbed through the gigantic hallway with wind rushing through her hair.

Soon the green field of the table appeared beneath her, with Gracie now a living monolith in the distance.

As Lucy placed Billie on the table, to Billie’s shock, Lucy’s thumb traveled up as Sam’s had yesterday and brushed Billie’s breast.

Billie turned and stared up at Lucy’s giant face high above. Lucy wasn’t even looking at her. Instead, she directed her gaze at Gracie.

“Remember our pitch about free groceries,” she said to Gracie.

Gracie nodded.

“Okay, see you in a couple hours,” Lucy said.

And with that, she turned and walked away.

Billie stared after her in stunned silence.

She wondered if the fondling had been an accident, on purpose, or carelessly without even knowing, and which one of those options was worse.

“So, how does it feel, being so small?”

Gracie’s question came out softly and sprinkled with what sounded like genuine curiosity.

As Billie walked over to her, Billie was briefly overwhelmed by seeing her at this new size, enormous from Billie’s shrunken perspective. Billie stumbled for a second.

“Kind of weird,” Billie said, making sure to raise her voice to help Gracie hear her. “You see someone normally one minute, then the next minute they’re ginormous.”

Gracie’s fingers slid idly around on the tabletop, drawing Billie’s gaze. They moved so fast and nimble for things the size of pear trees. The hissing sound from their fingertips dancing across the table roared in Billie’s ears.

Suddenly, that hand lunged at her and wrapped its fingers around her body. She yelped as Gracie’s hand yanked her off the table and up to her face.

Gracie’s beautiful face filled Billie’s vision. That face stared at her in wide-eyed wonder bordering on crazy.

“Hey! Put me down!” Billie shouted, struggling in her grip.

Once again, she’d been picked up and handled without even asking her permission.

“You’re so tiny but so detailed.”

Gracie’s breath blew over Billie.

Her fingers drew back and pinned Billie’s arms to her sides. Gracie’s other hand appeared, floating higher, forefinger aiming directly for Billie’s robust chest.

Billie’s heart hammered. Elation and fear pumped through her.

“Stop! Hey!” Billie cried.

The finger froze, its tip barely brushing Billie’s left breast.

Gracie’s eyes widened.

Her hand dropped and dumped Billie onto the table. Billie rolled across the tablecloth and landed on her back.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Gracie apologized loudly. “I didn’t realize what I was doing.”

“The fuck you didn’t,” Billie grumbled to herself.

She climbed to her feet and glared up at the other girl.

“Hey, is that a Mini?” a voice behind her called.

Billie whirled around.

A young woman stood in front of the table, towering over Billie. She appeared to be around the same age as Billie and Gracie, with long black hair, green eyes, and a faded T-shirt and jeans. She was grinning down at Billie in wonder.

“Wow!” her voice boomed over Billie. “So cool!”

Then she bent over and a grasping hand lunged for Billie.

“What the—wait—No!” Billie screamed.

Once again, giant fingers wrapped around her without her consent. The girl whisked her off the table, turning Billie’s screamed words into a wordless scream.

She held Billie in a giant, tight fist in front of her pretty face and stared at her.

“Put me down!” Billie grunted, straining in the fist.

“You’re so cute and cool!” boomed the girl into Billie’s shrunken ears. “And wow, what a body!”

Her free hand swooped in for Billie’s chest.

“Excuse me?”

The words were passive, but the tone of the voice broadcast authority.

Both the customer and Billie looked toward the speaker.

A tall woman in her late forties or early fifties strode across the floor. Her ginger-colored hair fell in soft locks to her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled. Her slender, fit body moved swiftly closer. She wore Trader Moe’s work attire and her name tag read ‘Heather.’

Billie realized this must be the Cashier Lead that Sam mentioned the day before.

She came to a stop in front of the table, very close to the customer who held Billie, looming like a beautiful Statue of Liberty.

“I’m glad you’re interested in our store card. I need to ask you to refrain from handling our Mini employee,” Heather said to the girl.

“Oh, sorry,” the girl said.

In nervous movements that rattled Billie’s bones, she lowered Billie to the table and set her down.

Heather smiled politely at the customer.

“So, would you like to fill out a credit card application?” Heather asked, indicating the stack of papers.

“Uh, actually, I need to get going,”

The customer cast a quick, longing glance at Billie that sent Billie’s body tingling, then the girl hurried away.

“Thanks!” Billie called up to Heather.

Heather crouched in front of the table so her face was level with Billie’s, yet not close enough to make her uncomfortable.

“You must be Billie, our new hire. I’m Heather. Nice to meet you.”

“Uh, same,” Billie said, finding herself suddenly nervous and giddy in front of that giant, pretty, motherly face.

She folded her arms to hide her big chest, then changed her mind and held her arms behind her back so her breasts jutted out. Heather’s eyes glinted for a second, but otherwise, Billie didn’t see any sign that the older woman noticed.

“Thank you for agreeing to be our store Mini. I think you’ll gain us a lot of goodwill and plenty of credit applications,” Heather said.

“Sure,” Billie called.

Heather slowly stood up and turned toward Gracie.

“Please follow our policy of not allowing the handling of Minis without consent,” Heather told her sternly.

Billie thought about telling Heather that her own assistant had violated that policy a few times already, but the words remained stuck in her throat.

“Okay. Sorry,” Gracie said.

“Talk to you both later,” said Heather.

She strode away, her slender, fit body poised and confident with every step.

“Oof,” Billie whispered to herself.

###

About ten minutes later, a young man wearing work attire emerged from the employee hallway. When Billie glanced at him, her heart seemed to skip a beat.

His skin was soft and smooth, its pale color contrasting with his curly, black hair. His petite nose and chiseled jaw gave his face a mixture of boyish and manly vibes. His lean body flexed under his tight uniform as he walked over to an empty checkout lane, but not before he glanced quickly at Billie and raised his eyebrows.

“Who’s that?” Billie asked Gracie.

“That’s Michael.”

Billie put her hands on her hips and watched the young man typing on his cash register.

“Hmm,” Billie mumbled, before realizing she’d instinctively stuck her chest farther out.

That morning, three more customers stopped by the table: a middle-aged mom with her baby in a carriage, a young man in his twenties with tattoos and piercings covering his face, and another young man in suit and tie. Billie performed her spin and kneel pose for all of them, and each time, her body throbbed with sexual excitement as they stared down at her.

All of them filled out a credit application. Billie hardly noticed, except when she watched their giant hands manipulating the pen.

Gracie said nothing else to her. The girl stayed silent and still as if shamed into stone.

Two hours into her shift, the table trembled. Billie instinctively glanced around to see who was coming.

“Ready for a break?”

Lucy’s question made Billie jump. The woman had approached from a quiet corner behind the table.

“Sure,” Billie called.

“Yeah,” Gracie said.

“Good. Gracie, mind taking Billie to the break room? Then come back here with her in fifteen minutes.”

“Don’t I get to be normal-sized during my breaks?” Billie asked.

Lucy shook her head.

“No, no, no. Remember: We only have access to one shrink and one reversal per day,” Lucy explained in that baby-talk tone. “If we return you to normal size now, you can’t work as a Mini again until tomorrow.”

Before Billie could respond, Lucy had walked away.

Billie glared at Lucy’s giant, retreating ass, then jumped again when Gracie rose beside her.

Gracie hesitated, then jerkily held out her hand.

“May I?” she asked.

“Yeah, whatever,” Billie said, annoyed at Gracie for only asking after Heather made her, and annoyed with the part of herself that wanted Gracie to just grab her again without permission.

Gracie’s fingers wrapped around her, more gingerly this time, and lifted her into the air.

The walk down the employee hallway was halting and slow, with Gracie holding Billie so loosely in her grasp that Billie worried the giant girl would drop her.

The break room was as bleak as Billie expected a retail break room to be, with no windows, dirty floors, two stained couches, and two stained, fold-out tables with chairs. A sink lined one wall, two fridges the other wall, and two vending machines the third wall. In one corner, a large TV sat on an old display cabinet.

Gracie placed Billie on the arm of one of the couches.

Billie looked down between her feet, trying to decide if she wanted to sit on the coarse, gray fibers or not.

Looking up, she saw Gracie fidgeting awkwardly beside her, like a redwood had come to life and developed social anxiety.

“I’m gonna use the restroom,” Gracie finally said, and abruptly walked away, shaking the couch slightly beneath Billie with each step.

Billie sighed and let herself drop into a cross-legged position.

She wondered why she was still doing this. So far, Heather was the only one who treated her like she was fully human when a Mini. Everyone else seemed to see her as a living toy.

But that turned her on, didn’t it?

“Well, well,” a familiar voice boomed into the room.

Sam smirked at her from the open doorway.

Billie’s blood seemed to turn to ice while her heart pumped into excited, sexual overdrive.

Sam walked slowly closer, an exaggerated, sauntering stroll.

“I’m glad I got here early. Means I get to hang out with you before my shift starts,” Sam said.

Billie leaped to her feet. She clenched her fists as Sam slowly towered over her.

Sam’s smirk widened.

“Surprised they give you a break,” she said, and added, “Billie Doll.”

Suddenly, her hand lunged out and snatched Billie off the couch.

“Put me down! What are you doing?” Billie screamed.

Sam pinned Billie’s arms to her sides. Billie grunted and fought to pry them loose while her strong legs kicked uselessly through the air.

Sam brought her closer, until the other girl’s giant, tan face filled Billie’s vision, overwhelming her senses.

“Actually, Billie Doll isn’t exactly right,” Sam said.

Her lips blew minty breath over Billie’s body and through Billie’s hair with each word. Those lips pulled back in a mischievous grin.

“I’ve got an even better nickname for you,” Sam continued. “Booby Doll.”

Then, still holding the shrunken girl ultra close to her face, Sam’s finger and thumb from her free hand reached up and squeezed Billie’s breasts through her shirt.

Billie stared down in wide-eyed shock. There was no misunderstanding this time. The other girl was blatantly, shamelessly pinching her breasts together like two full, ripe grapes.

“What the fuck?” Billie squealed. “Cut it out!”

Sam’s lips stretched open wider, revealing more of her white teeth as she continued to grin.

“I mean, what size are these things?” she continued. “Double-D? Triple-D? Fuck.”

She continued to squeeze Billie’s boobs over and over, as if Billie was stuck in some sort of terrifying real-life GIF.

But part of the terror came from how much Billie was enjoying this, being nothing but a toy for a girl her own age. Arousal tingled between her thrashing legs.

“You can’t just fondle my tits because I’m a Mini!” Billie yelled as loudly as she could.

This time Sam did stop. She removed her fingers.

“But I literally can, man,” Sam said proudly. “That’s exactly what I’m doing, right?”

Billie gaped at her as her finger and thumb returned and resumed pinching Billie’s breasts together through her top.

“Goddamn it!” Billie shrieked. “I swear to God, once I get returned to normal--”

Suddenly, Sam’s thumb, either intentionally or by accident, managed to work Billie’s left breast out of its bra cup, tweaking her already-hard nipple through the polo fabric.

Billie’s body jerked in a jolt of pleasure and an involuntary moan burst out of her throat.

She stared in shame as Sam’s eyebrows rose and her mouth widened into an amused smile.

“Hmm. I don’t think you’ll be doing anything bad to me later, cuz you like this, Booby Doll.”

“N-no,” Billie denied.

Sam’s nail tweaked the nipple again. Billie shuddered, moaned even louder, and shoved her boob into that finger.

“Really?” Sam taunted. “I don’t believe you.”

Her eyes gleamed as her fingers pinched the bottom of Billie’s polo and began slowly lifting it up. Soon Billie felt cool air on her exposed breasts, with only her bra between them and Sam’s searing gaze.

“H-hey!” Billie panted, heart hammering.

“Sam!” someone called sharply.

Heather strode through the doorway.

Sam sat Billie down on the couch arm so fast that Billie lost her balance and tumbled over the side, landing softly on the scratchy seat cushion.

When she climbed to her feet, Heather’s face floated directly in front of her. The giantess was kneeling in front of the couch.

“Are you okay?” Heather asked.

“Y-yeah,” Billie said, adjusting her polo and bra.

“Good,” Heather said, watching Billie for a few seconds longer.

Then the Cashier Lead rose and faced Sam.

“In my office,” Heather ordered. “Now.”

The couch trembled as the two giants walked out of the room.

Billie remembered to breath, gasping down air and closing her eyes tightly.

She knew what Sam had been about to do, and she knew she was grateful for Heather’s concern. What she didn’t know is whether or not she wished Heather had arrived a few minutes later.

###

The next person who walked in front of the couch wasn’t Heather, it was Lucy.

She stood over Billie, looming over her and not bothering to kneel like Heather had earlier. She seemed annoyed, her eyes darting quickly around behind her glasses.

“Sam’s been suspended for a few days,” Lucy said without an intro. “Heather asked me to work with you at the table for the rest of your shift.”

“Where is Heather?” Billie asked.

“Her shift ended,” Lucy answered quickly, with a hint of anger. “Ready to head back out?”

“I guess…”

But Lucy barely waited for an answer. Her fist quickly seized Billie and whisked her into the air.

Just like a doll.

###

The rest of Billie’s shift passed faster than she expected with Lucy sitting by as cold and silent as Gracie had earlier.

Each time Billie performed her quick pose in front of a customer, her nipples hardened and her whole body hummed with sexual arousal. Wetness slowly seeped between her legs as the hours ticked along.

Sam took over for Michael, who walked briskly through the double doors but still managed a final stare in Billie’s direction.

Sam, Gracie, and Cal all seemed ready to burst with a desire to talk to each other and to walk across the room to Billie’s table, but they restrained themselves.

Finally, Lucy said,

“Shift’s over.”

She wrapped her fingers around Billie and whisked her off the table.

“You know, Heather said there’s a rule about not picking me up without asking!” Billie called as Lucy’s hand bobbed up and down.

“Oops,” Lucy said.

When Billie’s world returned to regular size, she walked down the hallway to the exit with a lot on her mind.

###

Her mom kept probing on the drive home, until Billie relented enough to tell her,

“Met more coworkers today. The Cashier Lead is cool but her assistant has some problems. I don’t think they get along.”

“Hmm. Not good, but not unusual,” her mom said. “Just don’t get in the middle of it.”

Billie knew it was way too late for that.

###

The next morning, Billie was woken up by her mom knocking on her bedroom door.

“Ready for me to drive you to work?” her mom asked through the door.

Billie sighed and flopped down in bed.

A series of vivid memories played through her mind: Cal and Gracie checking out her tits; Gracie grabbing her and studying her; the female customer about to poke her breasts; Sam groping her breasts through her shirt; Sam starting to pull her shirt completely off.

And Heather’s mature, gorgeous face watching her with care.

Billie realized one hand had cupped a breast through her night shirt, while the other one sneaked into her panties.

“Yeah Mom,” she answered breathlessly “Give me a few minutes.”

Maybe one more day.

It wasn’t Lucy who met Billie by the time clock that morning; it was Heather.

Billie’s heart seemed to skip a beat and her feet literally skipped a step at this sight.

Heather’s fit body waited with calm poise, arms behind her back. This accentuated her pert breasts, small but appearing surprisingly firm for her age. Her khaki pants clung to the toned hips and calves of her long legs.

As Billie approached, she realized this was the first time she’d seen Heather at normal height. Even so, the older woman measured several inches taller than her.

Billie smelled a fresh floral perfume on Heather, a mixture of earthy and citrus scents, and noted that she hadn’t noticed that yesterday.

“Good morning,” Heather said.

Her smile was formal, reserved, but her green eyes seemed to glimmer.

“Morning,” Billie said.

“Go ahead and clock in, then come with me,” Heather instructed.

As she followed the older woman down the hall to what she’d come to think of as the Shrinking Room, Billie couldn’t help noting her shapely bum in her pants.

“I’m very sorry about yesterday,” Heather said when they were alone in the room. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

Billie didn’t know what to say. On principal, she agreed. But she’d just spent that morning pleasuring herself to what happened yesterday, so… She chose to say nothing.

“Because of that, and because today is your first full, eight hour shift, we’re going to try something different,” Heather continued. “I’ll be with you at the table for the first four hours of your shift.”

Billie clenched her fists and tried to hide her delighted surprise.

“O-okay,” she told Heather.

“Are you ready?” Heather asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Billie said.

Renewed excitement filled Billie as Heather strode over and picked up the handheld device and the band, then handed the band to her and directed her to a corner of the room.

As Heather grew into a beautiful monolith, Billie’s body began trembling in sexual giddiness.

A black, stylish dress shoe clopped down in front of her. Billie craned her neck backward and her gaze traveled up giant calves, huge hips, wide, flat stomach, big, pert breasts, to a giant, pretty face framed by ginger locks like a sculpture peaking out the leaves of a lush weeping willow.

Heather crouched down. Her pants gripped her crotch tighter, outlining the large treasure there, and Billie’s eyes bulged.

“I’m going to pick you up now, okay?” Heather said.

“Y-yeah.”

An over-sized, mature, feminine hand with long, red-painted nails reached down for her. Fingers pinched her gently by her sides and lifted her off the ground.

Heather stood up carefully and slowly, but the movement still sent Billie’s innards lurching.

Heather held her in front of her face and blatantly studied her like a new doll. Billie saw wonder and adoration gleaming in those huge eyes, like a child finding a Christmas gift they’d hoped for all year.

Her grip on Billie’s body was firm yet careful, strong yet gentle. The scent of her perfume permeated each of Billie’s breaths.

“Doing okay?” Heather asked.

“Fuck yeah,” Billie muttered, then said louder, “Yes.”

“Good. Here we go.”

###

All four customers who visited the table that morning signed up for a card after Billie’s performance.

Billie felt she was performing more for the giant woman seated beside her than the giant customers standing over her. She spun and kneeled with deliberate grace, watching Heather out the corner of her eye and throbbing wetly each time.

Michael operated the cash register across the room, so when Billie wasn’t getting turned on by Heather’s older, giantess presence or by the scrutiny of a random, giant stranger, she had him to look at. She didn’t stand a chance of staying dry today.

“So Billie, what do you do outside of work?” Heather asked after the fourth customer left.

Her mature, womanly voice coated the words with casualness and intimacy at the same time.

“Y’know, the usual stuff.”

She pressed the credit card against her chest defensively as she answered Heather.

“Like what?”

“Uh, chilling, movies, video games, working out.”

“Is that all?”

Her giant upper body now faced Billie fully. Her face displayed a knowing expression, as if she sensed Billie had more to tell.

“Well…”

Billie lowered the card.

“I’m also into music.”

“What kind do you listen to?”

Billie could have gone along with the apparent misunderstanding, but said, “No, I mean I perform and publish my own music.”

Heather’s eyebrows rose.

“Really? That’s wonderful.”

Billie blinked up at her. In all her conversations with her friends and her mom about her aspiring music career, the word ‘wonderful’ had never, ever been uttered.

“What genre of music?” Heather asked.

“Uh, pop, but I go for more modern R&B or blues style, not that sugary mainstream stuff. You could classify it as alternative, but alternative is such an archaic…”

She stopped and lifted the card again.

“What is it?” Heather prompted.

“Sorry, I-I was geeking out,” Billie stammered in embarrassment.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” said Heather. “Music is your passion. Nothing to be ashamed about.”

The card lowered below Billie’s breasts again.

“Thanks.”

Movement caught her eye and she turned to see Lucy walking briskly across the store. As Lucy passed their table, she turned and shot a quick glare at Heather. The Cashier Lead didn’t seem to notice.

“Is Lucy okay?” Billie asked.

She instantly wished she could take the question back. She didn’t want to get any further into the middle of whatever was happening between them.

“She’s fine,” Heather said in a neutral tone. “She’s filling in for me today so I can work credit apps with you.”

Billie’s stomach twisted, immediately recognizing that was the exact reason Lucy wasn’t fine.

A middle-aged woman walked past the table.

“Hello, would you like to save $100 on your next grocery order?” Heather asked pleasantly.

###

As Heather carried her in a secure, gentle grip down the employee hallway for her break, Billie was surprised when Heather passed the break room and kept walking.

“I’ve set up a special break room for you,” Heather’s voice drifted down from above, as if she read Billie’s mind.

When Heather stopped in front of a closet by the employee entrance, Billie instantly lowered her expectations for this ‘special’ break room.

That lasted until Heather opened the closet door and carried Billie inside.

The closet was small by industrial standards but still huge to Billie. Its white walls shone clean, swept, and polished, empty except for a shelf on the right at about waist level to Heather.

And on that shelf sat an assortment of furniture that Billie knew was miniature but that looked regular-sized from Billie’s current perspective: two couches, a loveseat, and a fridge. The furniture ringed a white, thick rug.

Billie even noticed a blue porta potty in the corner of the shelf, right beside a normal-sized pump bottle of hand sanitizer.

The shelf was lined by a plastic guardrail, which Heather’s hand sailed over to place Billie carefully on the rug.

Billie gazed around at the shelf’s furnishings, and when she turned to stare up at Heather, Billie was grinning.

“Wow, thanks!” Billie called up.

Warmth shown through the polite smile on Heather’s giant face.

“This comes from the budget we were allotted for the Mini pilot program,” Heather explained. “The furniture was miniaturized. The fridge was built specifically for Minis and runs on advanced batteries. And the porta potty and sanitizer…,” she grimaced for a micro second, “that’s not ideal, but the potty is wired into the wall and comes with plumbing.”

Billie laughed, and realized how new and strange her own laughter sounded in her ears.

“I’ll take it!”

Heather’s polite smile widened.

“There are also pest control emitters here and here,” Heather said, pointing to black cylinders half Billie’s current height nestled in opposite corners of the shelf. “They run on the same advanced batteries.”

Billie nodded, then spread her arms wide to indicate the whole shelf.

“This is great!”

“Glad you like it,” Heather said, polite smile widening further. Then her lips curled down. “Lucy was supposed to take you here yesterday but apparently forgot.”

“No worries,” said Billie, despite a quick surge of annoyance at Lucy.

“There is an emergency exit here,” Heather said, pointing to a flap door beside the porta potty. “It leads to a chute that sends you outside.

She stared down at Billie with a gleam in her eyes. A silence filled the closet.

“What is it?” Billie heard herself asking.

“Nothing,” said Heather. “Standing there next to that mini furniture, you just look…”

Her hand drifted closer to the shelf. A fractional movement that Billie still noticed.

Then Heather shook her head as if waking from a trance, ginger curls swishing.

“I’ll leave you alone for your break,” Heather said.

Billie wanted to tell her to stay. The words caught shyly in her throat. By then, Heather had left and shut the door behind her.

###

“My cell phone isn’t working,” Billie called when the door opened and Heather’s gigantic body stepped in front of the shelf again.

Billie sat cross-legged in the loveseat. When Heather’s gaze fell on her, the giantess’s face brightened into an expression of adoration.

Heat pulsed between Billie’s legs at the sight.

“Yes, that’s the thing about the Mini app,” Heather said. “Shrunken tech is unpredictable. Usually, it won’t work. I’m having a specially-designed flat-screen TV shipped out to give you something to do during break times.”

“Wow,” Billie said. “Thanks.”

She hopped out of the seat, walked over to the edge of the shelf, and waited.

Without a word, Heather carefully picked her up.

This time, she brought Billie closer to her face, closer to her plush lips. Billie stared at them, painted lightly with pink lipstick, sleek and soft. As Billie inhaled floral perfume, she found her neck straining, slowly lifting her face to those giant lips.

She gasped when those lips drew closer. Above them, Heather’s eyelids lowered. The lips began to part.

Billie’s body vibrated. Her nipples hardened and pulsed.

Then Heather halted and blinked. Her giant face flushed red.

“Ready to go?” Heather asked, sounding uncharacteristically nervous, off-balance.

“Y-Yeah,” said Billie, gasping for breath.

“Th-then let’s go,” said Heather.

###

As the young, male customer walked away after filling out a credit application, Billie gasped and slowed her aroused breaths. His eyes had been so hungry, staring at her every curve.

Looking over at Heather watching her only increased Billie’s arousal. Almost four hours into her shift, Billie felt on fire with lust, soaking wet, nipples hard.

The customer’s kept ogling her, almost drooling with a desire to pick her up.

Michael still worked across the store, handsome face and fit body teasing her.

And she kept thinking about Heather’s lips, so close…

“Well, it’s about time for me to go.”

The words blindsided Billie and she snapped her head up.

“I need to finish some things before the end of my day,” Heather continued.

“Who’s going to sit with me the rest of my shift?” Billie asked, unable to keep disappointment out of her voice, while realizing she never bothered to think about that question until now.

“Cal and Gracie start in a few minutes. They’ll relieve Michael, and he’ll sit with you.”

Billie’s mind whirred, trying to process how she felt about that.

“I’ve spoken with Michael,” Heather said in a reassuring tone. “He will make sure you’re treated appropriately.”

“Okay…”

“Here they are now.”

Cal and Gracie emerged from the employee doors one after the other and walked over to the checkout lanes.

In almost no time, Michael was walking down an aisle toward Billie’s table.

Heather stood up.

“Good work today,” she said to Billie, polite and professional.

“Thanks,” Billie said, a pang of sadness in her gut.

The table shook and Michael came to a stop in front of it.

His body towered over Billie. She noticed how his polo shirt hugged his giant pecs and biceps.

“Hey,” Michael said to Heather.

“Hello,” Heather replied. “Make sure you both take a lunch break in ten minutes.”

“Sure,” Michael said.

He was already staring intently at Billie when he said it, gaze centering on her chest.

“Have a good day, you two,” Heather said.

Then she strode away, shaking the table beneath Billie’s feet.

Michael hadn’t taken his eyes off Billie.

“’Sup?” he said.

###

Michael sat much closer to her than anyone at the table so far. His elbow rested only a foot or two (from her perspective) away from her. He loomed beside her, handsome and strong.

She could smell a fresh, soapy scent wafting off him. It soothed her and tickled her arousal at the same time, knowing it came from his thick, large locks of hair or his gigantic, lean muscles.

“So, how you liking this Mini shit?” he asked.

She folded her arms over her breasts, conscious of the way the movement rubbed her nipples around.

“It’s okay,” she said. “They’re paying me a dollar more an hour for it.”

He smiled smugly down at her.

“That’s the only reason you’re doing it? Not enjoying it at all?”

Her spine tingled.

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged his strong shoulders.

“Well, I dunno, some people might enjoy being tiny and carried around. Kind of fun, you know?”

She raised her head higher on a neck that now trembled.

“Would you enjoy something like that?” she called.

He slowly shifted toward her and his giant hand gradually slid closer. She watched his fingers approaching and felt her heart pounding faster.

“Actually, I’m more into the idea of doing the carrying,” he said, smug smile widening.

“Michael! What’s up man?”

The shout made both Michael and Billie jump in surprise, though Michael’s jump rocked the entire table beneath Billie’s feet.

The table continued to quake as a young man rushed across the store toward them.

He appeared to be the same age as Michael. He wore a tank top and board shorts. His skin was a golden tan and his hair blazed blond; he looked like a stereotypical surfer dude. Billie had seen plenty of those...and never got tired of it. His arms, chest, and calves were lean and toned like Michael’s, and his tanned face belonged to a fashion model.

He arrived at the table, towering over Billie, and grinned at Michael, flashing perfectly-white teeth.

“I didn’t know you worked here!” the young man boomed.

“Dave, it’s been a while!” Michael boomed back. “What are you doing out here?”

Billie’s ears were ringing by now, but she quickly forgot about that when Dave caught sight of her.

His blue eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

“You’re working with a Mini? No way!”

He stepped in front of her, covering her in his shadow, and the next thing she knew, warm fingers had wrapped around her and whisked her into the air.

“Hey!” Billie cried

He brought her in front of his handsome, billboard face and pinned her arms to her sides. His gaze roamed frantically over her shrunken body as she kicked her legs in protest.

Then his thumb sneaked between her legs and pressed in on her crotch.

She shuddered as her juices seeped out from the pressure of his thumb’s violation.

“Whoa, Dave, hang on!” Michael said from behind her. “You can’t--”

“Fuck, she’s a hot little doll girl,” Dave breathed on her. “Check out her mini hooters.”

Then, before Billie could say a single word, his free hand lunged, pinched her shirt, yanked it up, and began using its forefinger to play with her breasts.

She gasped as she felt his giant digit poking at her boobs in her bra cups, pushing in on them and doing its best to knock them around.

“F-fuck!” she heard herself cry out.

A chair scraped loudly over the floor behind her, and then Michael was standing beside Dave.

“You’re not supposed to do that!” Michael said.

But when he saw Billie’s partially-exposed breasts getting fondled by Dave’s finger, he momentarily froze, as if hypnotized by the scene.

“Man, these tits are so big on her,” Dave commented.

Billie opened her mouth to shout when Dave’s rough toying popped her right boob out of its cup. Her breast flesh jiggled in front of the young men’s prying eyes.

Dave’s fingertip slid over her nipple and raked it with its nail. Billie moaned in a sudden jolt of pleasure.

The two young men each filled her horizon like an erotic colossus, toned chests crowding together as they stared at her like an amazing new toy.

“Michael! What is going on?” a familiar voice shouted from nearby.

And then Heather appeared on Dave’s other side, her ginger hair framing her horrified face as she saw Billie in Dave’s grip and her naked breast beneath his finger.

“Put her down now!”

They all stared at her. Three attractive giants stared at her as one of them molested her bare breast like she was nothing but a plaything.

Finally it was too much for Billie. The tense arousal that had been building up all day exploded through her.

She arched her back, shoved her chest against Dave’s assaulting finger, and cried out loudly in pleasure. She ground her crotch against his thumb as her orgasm coursed through her body.

All three of the giants’ expressions transformed into shock as they watched her cumming in Dave’s hand right in front of them, her shrunken vocal cords blasting out a high-pitched shriek of ecstasy as her shrunken body humped, shimmied, and shuddered in Dave’s grasp.

When it was finally over, she slumped backward. Her head lolled lazily on her shoulders.

The three giants kept staring, speechless.

Michael was the first to break the silence.

“Well fuck!”

Billie must have passed out, because she woke up some time later, lying on her back on a cold, hard surface. She tried to move, but something restrained her arms and legs.

Her eyes flew open and her head snapped up.

She saw that pieces of duct tape pinned her arms and legs to a white surface, her arms out to her sides and her legs fully extended.

She grunted in alarm and started to call for help, but then she noticed the figure in front of her.

Seated in front of the white surface, turned to the side so that her face appeared in profile to Billie, was the giant visage of a girl that Billie recognized as Danielle, the HR Manager. Billie hadn’t spoken with her since orientation. Now, seeing Danielle’s young, petite face and ginger-colored hair at monolithic proportions sent Billie’s vision spinning.

Billie blinked to clear her head and strained against the tape.

“Hey! Why am I taped down!” she shouted.

Danielle swung rapidly around to stare down at her. Danielle’s blue-gray eyes widened and her pale lips smiled.

“Good! You’re awake!” the Human Resources Manager chimed.

Her voice rang Billie’s eardrums, but Billie couldn’t reach her ears to cover them.

“What’s going on?” Billie asked.

Danielle leaned back in her office chair, folding her arms beneath her smallish, perky breasts.

“An intervention,” Danielle said.

“Huh?”

Billie struggled against the tape again.

“Can you just get this tape off me,” Billie asked.

“Not yet. That’s part of the intervention.”

“What are you talking about?”

Staring nervously at her surroundings, Billie recognized Danielle’s office, but the small room now seemed gigantic. Billie must be taped to the computer desk. She could see the computer nearby, rising from the desk like a warehouse.

Billie remembered the office was located on the opposite side of the building from the employee entrance, accessed through a side door, and this memory made her already anxious gut churn uneasily.

Danielle’s smile widened, and Billie remembered that the girl seemed too young to be a manager. She couldn’t have been older than twenty-two.

“I’m talking about your job,” Danielle said. “You need to decide if you really want to continue with this.”

Then the fresh memories rushed into Billie’s mind: Dave’s giant, handsome face; Dave’s breath on her body; her naked breast bouncing and jiggling under the touch of Dave’s finger; her nipple hardening as it was tweaked and toyed with; three giants, including beautiful Heather, staring at her as a stranger molested her; the orgasm that had coursed pleasurably through her body like never before, directly in front of her three coworkers.

Billie’s pest control band clinked as her head dropped onto the desk.

“Shit!” Billie grunted.

“Yeah, ‘shit’ is right,” Danielle said. “You just got felt up like a doll by a customer, and you got off on it.”

Billie raised her head again, and she thought she saw a twinkle in Danielle’s eyes that could have been mischievous or jealous.

“That wasn’t my fault,” Billie said. “My body reacted. Plus, I didn’t ask him to do that.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Danielle said. “But you did allow yourself to be shrunk.”

“That’s part of my job,” Billie said in annoyance. “’And other duties as assigned.’ Isn’t that what it says, Miss HR Manager?”

Danielle’s lips tightened and her eyes narrowed. She leaned forward. Her chair creaked and her moist breath blew over Billie.

Billie instinctively flexed against the tape holding her down.

“I’m doing this for your own good,” Danielle said. “I told Heather I would help you see why you need to quit. And that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“You’re trying to talk me into quitting?” Billie said in disbelief.

“Yes, because, unlike you, I can see where this is leading,” Danielle said. “Once a girl with your…assets gets shrunk, people start to lose inhibitions. That includes coworkers.”

Billie’s body tingled again.

“I’m vibing with your concern for me,” she called to Danielle sarcastically, “but I can decide for myself if I want to quit or not.”

Danielle still hadn’t leaned away. Her face continued to hover directly above Billie.

“Things are only going to get worse for you,” Danielle said.

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you tell people what to do,” Billie asked. “Isn’t that your job as a manager?”

Danielle shrugged, brushing her breasts against the desk and quaking it. And still she didn’t lean away.

“I can only boss them around so much. Plus, I can’t be there all the time.”

“Why not just reprimand them like what happened with Sam?” Billie questioned.

When she mentioned Sam’s name, memories of the giant girl fondling her breasts played in her mind and her nipples hardened.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Danielle said. “Sam only got reprimanded because it was Heather who saw what happened. Other managers might to choose to...ignore the policies about Minis.”

“But then I can come to you and file a complaint, right?” Billie asked.

Danielle smirked knowingly and shook her head.

“’By submitting to being shrunk by the Mini app, you wave all potential for filing complaints of any kind,’” Danielle quoted. “That’s what the fine print says in the paperwork you signed.”

Billie’s eyes widened.

“Jesus. Really? That’s insane.”

“Hey, I didn’t write it. Or sign it.”

Billie stared up at Danielle’s giant, petite face while her warm breath played tantalizingly across Billie’s body.

Billie knew Danielle was speaking logically. A customer had just groped her in public and forced her to orgasm, after all. The logical thing to do now was quit and get the fuck out of this place.

But the thought of what she’d endured earlier started to arouse Billie again, and Danielle’s gigantic, cute face looming directly above her only made Billie hornier. Her already hard nipples became more erect. Her pussy started to soak her underwear again.

“I’m not ready to quit yet,” Billie said.

Danielle pressed her lips together tightly.

“I was afraid of that,” Danielle said.

Suddenly, one of Danielle’s hands flew over the desk and touched Billie’s leg with its forefinger. That finger slid up Billie’s leg, higher and higher, and came to rest on Billie’s right boob, where it pushed in on the breast through Billie’s polo shirt.

Billie lifted her head to gape at Danielle’s finger pressing into her breast.

“What the fuck?” Billie cried.

“I’m giving you a taste of what could happen if you stay at this job,” Danielle said. “Hmm, this shirt is in the way…”

Abruptly, she pinched Billie’s shirt with her giant forefinger and thumb, tugged it out of her pants, and lifted it all the way to Billie’s neck, exposing Billie’s bra.

“That’s a little better,” Danielle breathed, coating the tops of Billie’s breasts in moisture.

Billie flexed instinctively against the tape again.

“Are you seriously going to--?”

Then Billie gasped as Danielle squeezed Billie’s breasts together.

“I’m telling you, Billie, during orientation, I had no idea your tits were this big,” Danielle said.

She kept squeezing Billie’s breasts over and over.

“There’s no way people are going to resist playing with doll tits like these.”

Billie couldn’t believe her ears, could hardly believe the HR manager was doing this.

Then she gasped and moaned in forced pleasure from the giant, feminine fingers.

Danielle smirked.

“Especially not if you moan like that when they get played with. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? You like this, don’t you?”

“I...I…”

Billie stammered for words as her breasts got pinched and squeezed over and over through her bra, pleasure beginning to course from her boobs to her pussy.

“This bra is in the way too, though,” Danielle mused in a playful tone. “Hmm…”

Her fingers withdrew, granting Billie a chance to catch her breath.

As Billie gulped down air, her eyes bulged at the sight of Danielle’s hand returning with a giant pair of scissors.

“Danielle, what are you doing?” Billie cried in alarm.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” Danielle said. “But that bra has to go. Plus, I can finally find out exactly how big those tits are…,” she snapped the scissor blades menacingly over Billie’s chest, “unless you’ve decided to quit.”

Billie’s heart hammered. Her body tingled all over in sexual arousal. Her panties were soaked with her own juices.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’” Danielle said, smirk widening into a satisfied grin.

Her other hand appeared and carefully pinched the center of Billie’s bra, lifting it away from Billie’s breasts. Billie felt the bra straps straining against her back.

The scissors drifted forward and slid slowly toward Billie’s bra. Billie held her breath as the giant, metal blades closed on one of the bra’s shoulder straps and…

Snip.

The bra tension collapsed. Billie’s breasts jiggled.

Danielle quickly snipped the other strap, then whisked the bra away. The straps slid from beneath Billie’s back as Danielle claimed the bra.

Danielle held the bra up to one eye. Billie watched that giant eyeball squinting at the tag.

“Does that say thirty-four triple-D? Damn girl!”

Then she tossed the bra aside like garbage.

Her giant eyes now gleamed in wonder as they stared at Billie’s bare boobs.

Then Billie saw the girl’ s tongue slide hungrily over her lips.

“Nice, big, triple-D doll tits,” Danielle breathed huskily. “They look so tasty.”

Billie’s entire body trembled as Danielle’s huge face lowered. The HR manager’s lips drew closer and closer to Billie’s naked breasts, until they whispered against them and Danielle’s warm, moist breath tickled Billie’s erect nipples.

Billie shuddered in pleasure and closed her eyes.

In the next instant, she felt her breasts get sucked past Danielle’s lips with a slippery, squelching sound.

Billie’s eyes and mouth flew open.

“Fuck!” Billie gasped.

Air blasted out of Danielle’s petite nose as she began sucking on Billie’s breasts.

Loud, gratuitous, greedy sucking sounds emanated from Danielle’s lips as Billie felt the tug of suction power on her naked mammaries, all while Danielle’s giant tongue licked and lapped at them.

“Mmm, nngh, oh fuck,” Billie gasped.

The power of Danielle’s gigantic mouth on Billie’s boobs was incredible.

Danielle’s shameless slurping grew louder and louder as she sucked.

Then Billie glanced higher, and saw Danielle’s giant eyes staring at her, pupils dilated, wild with excitement.

Billie moaned louder.

Suddenly, she felt something tugging at the waistband of her pants, and realized Danielle’s giant fingers were trying to pull them down.

“Oh yes, yes,” Billie panted.

Danielle was slurping so loudly on Billie’s breasts that Billie almost didn’t hear the knocking on the office door.

When she heard the knocking, Billie’s body tensed up in surprise.

It took Danielle a few more seconds, while she continued to suck on Billie’s miniature breasts, but eventually she also noticed the sound.

Danielle’s head sprang off of Billie, and then her hands whipped over Billie’s body and removed the tape.

“Sit up! Pull your shirt down!” Danielle hissed in a whisper.

Billie was already doing exactly that. Her shirt brushed and raked her bra-less breasts.

Danielle hurried to the door, her quick footsteps quaking the desk beneath Billie, then unlocked the door and opened it.

Lucy stood in the doorway. She frowned at Danielle and watched her closely from behind her eyeglasses.

“Uh, why was the door locked?’ Lucy asked.

Danielle shrugged and smiled innocently.

“I wanted to keep our discussion private,” Danielle said. “Billie was talking to me about her experience. Sensitive stuff, y’know?”

“Right…,” Lucy said, sounding like she didn’t believe a single thing Danielle had said. “Well, Heather sent me to check on how things are going.”

“Good, good,” Danielle answered quickly.

Lucy waited for Danielle to say more. When she didn’t, Lucy looked suspiciously between Danielle and Billie over on the desk.

Billie’s heart still raced. She knew the HR manager had basically taken her turn at sexually assaulting her, but she didn’t think she could trust Lucy with that info.

And either way, the fresh memory of the assault didn’t bother her, it only kept her body in a state of sensitive arousal.

“Okay…,” Lucy said. “Heather wants me to bring Billie to her once you two are done.”

“Oh, okay,” Danielle said.

She rocked on the balls of her feet as she and Lucy stared at one another in awkward silence.

“So, are you done?” Lucy prompted.

“Err…” Danielle murmured.

She glanced across the room at Billie.

“Are we done, Billie?” Danielle asked.

Billie folded her arms protectively, which only scraped her hard nipples with her shirt and sent a shudder of pleasure through her.

She realized her shirt was wet around her breasts: Danielle’s saliva had coated Billie’s breasts and was soaking through them like Billie was in a wet t-shirt contest.

“Fuck,” Billie whispered to herself.

“Billie?” Danielle prompted, a note of worry in her voice.

“Yeah!” Billie called. “We’re done!”

###

Lucy carried Billie in her fist as she walked out of Danielle’s office and down the short hallway, once again smooshing Billie’s breasts with her fingers, and apparently willfully ignoring Billie’s earlier request not to be held like that.

Only this time, the lack of bra caused Billie to feel every millimeter of movement of the fingers across her chest, raking, ticking, and teasing her breasts and nipples.

Lucy’s giant mouth kept flicking upward in a smirk.

“Good talk with the HR manger?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah,” Billie called through the bobbing of Lucy’s fist.

Lucy’s fist lifted Billie up to her face, her fingers pulled Billie’s arms to her sides and pinned them there, and her eyes zeroed in on Billie’s chest.

“Spill something on yourself?” Lucy asked.

“No,” Billie said quickly.

She struggled to free her arms, but Lucy kept them pinned in place.

“You sure? These look kinda wet.”

Her thumb rubbed Billie’s breast through her shirt.

Billie gasped and flinched.

“Yeah, definitely wet. And...hmm, looks like you’re missing something under here,” Lucy said as her thumb traveled over both breasts, jiggling them underneath the polo.

Lucy carried her outside into the bright, afternoon sunshine, but Billie hardly noticed.

“Hey, cut it out!” Billie shouted.

“Why?” Lucy replied. “It’s so obvious that you’re into this. My god, these things are so big on you.”

She carried Billie through the employee entrance and down the employee hallway, fondling Billie’s breasts the entire time.

Billie tried to resist, but she was soon closing her eyes and tilting back her head…

“Lucy, you brought her, thank you.”

Heather’s voice snapped Billie’s head up and her eyes open.

Lucy had carried her into the shrinking room.

Lucy placed Billie in corner of the room. Billie gasped for breath and crossed her arms over her soaked chest again.

“Thank you, Lucy,” Heather said curtly.

Lucy strode out of the room, shaking the floor, one giant woman stepping aside to reveal a second.

Heather kneeled in front of Billie, a worried smile on her oversized, beautiful face.

“How are you doing?” Heather asked.

“O-okay,” Billie called up, heart pounding as she stood in front of Heather.

“Here, let’s get you back to normal size,” Heather said.

Heather pointed the handheld device at her, and then the room, and Heather, seemed to shrink. Soon Billie was normal size and standing in front of Heather with her arms folded.

“I’m sorry about that,” Heather said. “Michael was supposed to protect you.”

“It’s okay,” Billie said quickly.

“No, it’s not,” Heather sighed. “Billie, I will miss working with you, but it’s for the best.”

“Wait, what?” Billie asked.

Heather frowned at her.

“Danielle and you talked about you quitting, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

Heather’s eyebrows rose.

“You’re not thinking of staying here, are you?” Heather questioned. “After what happened today?”

“Well, what if I am?”

“You were…harassed by a customer,” Heather said.

“Yeah, I know. But that’s part of the risk of being a Mini, right?”

Billie felt as surprised by her own words as Heather seemed to be.

“If you do stay on here, you won’t be working as a Mini anymore,” Heather stated.

“What? Why not?”

Billie didn’t expect to feel this sudden frustration or hear it in her voice.

Heather stared at her for a long time, then sighed.

“Give me the band,” Heather said, holding out her hand.

Billie snapped it open and handed it to her.

“Now, clock out and go home,” Heather instructed tiredly. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Before Billie could reply, Heather walked out of the room.

Billie hopped off the table and let her arms fall to her sides.

Her breasts jutted out, her wet shirt clinging to them. Their massive shapes were clearly visible because her bra had been cut off her boobs by the HR manager. The bra probably still lay on Danielle’s office floor like a lost piece of doll clothing.

Billie’s hand sneaked between her legs and rubbed her throbbing pussy. A low moan escaped her throat.

Then, catching her breath, she headed for the time clock.

“And after all that, you still want to work there? You’ve got be fucking kidding!”

Peyton’s voice rose to the high pitch it always reached when she was both angry and skeptical.

“But it’s not like anyone is hurting me,” Billie countered.

“No, they’re just objectifying and molesting you,” Peyton replied sarcastically. “Jesus.”

They were in Billie’s bedroom. Billie stood by the door, while Peyton sat on Billie’s bed with her long legs crossed. The view outside Billie’s window was dark. Her digital alarm clock displayed the time as 6:15 PM, about six or so hours since getting her tits sucked by the HR manager.

“Yeah, but I get paid a dollar an hour more,” Billie tried.

She thought Peyton would understand, but her best friend had been shocked and appalled since learning about Billie’s first days at Trader Moe’s.

“That’s not worth a dollar, and you know it,” Peyton said. Her small, dark eyes locked gazes with Billie. “It’s because this all makes you horny. That’s why you’re doing this.”

Billie felt her face blushing.

“N-no,” she denied weakly.

Peyton knew her too well.

“Yes,” Peyton said. “Oh girl, you are in trouble. You need to quit this place yesterday.”

“Why?” Billie demanded. “I’m having fun there, why should I quit?”

“Do you hear yourself?” Peyton’s slender body leaned forward. “They’re sexually assaulting you, Billie. They shouldn’t be okay with that just ‘cuz you happen to be a Mini at the time.”

Logically, she knew Peyton was right. But her body told her different things. Her body told her it liked being fondled and used by giant fingers, licked and sucked by giant lips, leered at like a doll by giant eyes.

Billie was getting wet again. She gasped quietly for breath.

“Shit, you’re getting turned on right now just thinking about it, aren’t you?” Peyton asked.

“No,” Billie lied again.

“That’s it. When your mom gets back, I’m telling her.”

“No!”

Peyton blinked in surprise at Billie’s sudden shout.

Billie forced herself to breath slower.

“Let me talk to her. In my own time. I know how to do it best. Even if I quit tonight, she’ll still be super upset that I waited this long to tell her.”

Peyton watched her skeptically for several seconds.

“Fine. But I’m stopping by that store tomorrow, and you better not be there.”

“Deal,” Billie promised.

Peyton watched her knowingly, and Billie looked away, avoiding her stare.

###

Billie didn’t tell her mom that evening.

She did, however, have an exquisite, naked masturbation session while thinking about the events of the day. Spams of pleasure rocked her body and she had to muffle her screams of pleasure in her pillow.

###

“Good morning.”

It wasn’t Heather who said those two simple words to Billie as she stood beside the time clock the next morning; it was Lucy.

Billie followed her down the employee hallway. Billie’s stomach felt like it twisted into knots.

Lucy led her into the shrinking room, picked up the band and handheld device, and handed the band to Billie. Lucy pointed at the usual corner.

“Let’s get you shrunk down, then you have a meeting,” Lucy’s tone was emotionless, but her mouth flickered in amusement.

“With Heather?” Billie asked, not moving.

“No, with the store manager.”

Billie’s eyebrows rose.

“Really? Why?”

“It’s better if he explains things to you.” Lucy pointed again. “Hurry up, please.”

“Where’s Heather?” Billie persisted.

Lucy frowned in annoyance.

“Brian will explain everything,” Lucy said.

Billie assumed ‘Brian’ was the store manager, though she’d never seen him.

Billie stared at the corner in the room, hesitating. But only for a few seconds. Soon she walked to the corner and rotated to face Lucy with her arms at her sides.

Lucy smiled in satisfaction and aimed the device at her.

###

Billie was not shocked when, a minute later, Lucy brazenly fondled Billie’s breasts through her polo as she carried her down the hall.

She struggled instinctively, but Lucy’s fist pinned her arms to her sides. Overhead, Lucy smirked as she toyed with Billie’s miniature breasts while staring straight ahead.

Billie’s mouth opened, though she wasn’t sure if it was too shout in protest or moan in pleasure.

She never found out, because Lucy rounded a corner, opened a door with a plaque that read ‘Brian Allin Store Manager,’ and carried Billie into a spacious office.

Billie found herself deposited on a clean, sparsely-decorated desk in front of a giant, seated man. The man appeared to be around thirty years old. He was handsome, with a clean-shaven face and vibrant eyes. He wore a blue dress-shirt and midnight-blue necktie. His name tag matched the plaque on his door.

She hardly had time to process the man’s image before she noticed who stood along the wall behind him:

Sam.

The teenage girl stared smugly down at Billie with a knowing smirk.

Lucy walked around and stood on the other side of the store manager.

The sight of Lucy and Sam flanking the store manager twisted Billie’s already anxious stomach.

“Ah, good morning Billie. It’s nice to meet you,” Brian, the store manager, said confidently. His voice managed to be loud enough to command all of Billie’s attention, but not so loud to hurt her shrunken ears.

“Hi!” Billie called weakly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to meet you sooner,” Brian continued. “I’ve been on a corporate retreat. But when I came back, I never expected our Mini pilot program to be such a success. Well done!”

“Uh, thank you?” Billie replied, rubbing her arms nervously.

“You see, after your…interaction with that customer the other day, he posted about it on our company page on Twitter. He gave us glowing praise. He was very happy,” Brian emphasized, smiling. “His post went viral. We were packed until closing time with people wanting to sign up for our store card so they could...meet you.”

Billie shivered, then shuddered, then shivered again. Her nipples burned as they poked through her bra and shirt.

“Really?” she called.

“Yep,” he replied. “There’s already a line outside our store this morning.”

Billie had noticed some sort of commotion around the main entrance.

“A line?” she repeated, nipples hardening.

“Oh yes,” Brian said. “So, we’ve decided to give you another dollar raise, and convert your status to full-time.”

“Really? Wow, thank you.”

As far as she knew, not even the managers here were technically full-time.

“Just two things, though,” Brian said. “First, I’ve asked our team to ignore the policy about customers and employees not handling Minis without consent. I think it will only...get in the way of our pilot program.”

Billie couldn’t believe the store manager of all people was saying this.

“Second, you’ll be required to wear special attire when staffing the card table as a Mini. Just something to...add to the atmosphere for our customers.”

Billie frowned.

“Y-you want me to wear different clothes than my work uniform?”

“Yes. They’ll be provided for you, based on help from our HR manager.” Brian said. “Women know how to dress other women, right?” he joked, flashing a grin of white teeth.

Seeing her bra up close and fondling her breasts probably helped the HR manager with that task, Billie thought with another shudder of arousal.

“So, any questions,” Brian asked.

“Um...where is Heather?”

For the first time, the enthusiasm painting Brian’s face wavered.

“Heather has been transferred to another store.”

“What?” Billie asked, disheartened and stunned.

Brian sighed, and his breath gusted across the desk to Billie, where it stirred her hair and filled her nose with a slightly dank scent.

“Heather had a different opinion on the Mini program. After some discussion, she’s been assigned as a Cashier Lead in another store, effective immediately.”

He gestured behind him.

“Lucy has been promoted to this store’s Cashier Lead.”

Billie’s legs seemed to vanish for a second and she swayed and almost fell over.

Lucy smirked widely, dark eyes twinkling behind her eyeglasses.

“And Sam has been promoted to Assistant Cashier Lead.”

Sam nodded, grinning mischievously.

Now Billie did fall down, landing on her knees in front of the store manager like she was worshiping a male god.

He didn’t seem to notice or care, or if he did, he didn’t show it.

“Anyway, congratulations on your role as a Mini,” Brian said briskly. “Well done.”

He held out a massive hand to her, making her flinch in surprise. It took her a few seconds to realize he was offering to shake her hand.

She climbed slowly to her feet and hesitantly reached out her hand. His giant forefinger and thumb pinched it in their calloused grip and gently shook it.

As his fingers released her hand, his thumb brushed her chest, so quick she could have imagined it.

But she knew she didn’t imagine it. Her pussy gave a sudden throb.

She wondered if she should ask to go home, or quit right there. But nobody gave her a chance.

“Well, Sam will take you to your break room, where you can change into your new outfit,” Brian said.

He’d barely finished speaking before Sam strode over, quaking the desk, and snatched Billie into her fist. She whisked Billie out of the office and down the hall like a careening roller coaster.

The roller coaster zinged up to Sam’s wide smirk, where moist breath blasted into Billie’s face.

“Did you miss me?” Sam taunted.

“Not exactly!” Billie called, grimacing.

“Well, I’ve missed you, little Booby Doll,” Sam snickered.

Her thumb hopped up and began jostling Billie’s breasts.

“This is gonna be great,” Sam said.

Billie struggled instinctively, but she was soon pressing her breasts into Sam’s molesting finger and slowly closing her eyes.

“You Mini slut,” Sam laughed.

Billie’s face blushed in embarrassment. She finally tried to pull her chest off the thumb, but Sam’s digit pursued her chest and continued its rough fondling.

They arrived at the closet with the miniature break room. Sam opened the door.

“Wow, this is really cool!” Sam said as she studied the shelf with its tiny furniture. “They went all out for you and those Mini tits, didn’t they? Which reminds me…”

Her fist rocked and jostled Billie as Sam reached into her pocket with her free hand. That hand returned and dumped something onto the shelf that Billie quickly recognized as a wad of miniature clothing.

Billie’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the clothes. She saw a silky, rust-red corset, lacy, push-up bra, black, shiny, faux leather leggings, and tall, black boots.

“Holy fuck!” Billie exclaimed. “They want me to wear that?”

“Oh yeah,” Sam’s giant face boomed smugly beside her. “And I’m supposed to leave you in here alone to change, but that’s not happening.”

Billie gasped as Sam’s hand pinched Billie’s polo shirt and tugged it upward.

“Hey! What the hell are you dommph!”

Billie’s cries were muffled as the polo shirt rose over her face, exposing her bra-clad breasts.

Soon the shirt popped off completely and Sam tossed it onto the shelf. Her giant fingernails clawed at Billie’s bra next and yanked viciously.

“No! Wait!”

But within seconds, Sam had ripped the bra painfully off her and sent her boobs bouncing free.

“No!” Billie screamed at the casual display of power in Sam’s fingers.

Sam held the bra up to a huge eye and squinted at it.

“Thirty-four triple-D, huh?” Sam said. “Nice… Wait until I tell Cal. He’s been asking what size those are.”

Billie glared at her gigantic face.

“You can’t just destroy my clothes like that!” Billie shouted.

“Not gonna need that kind of bra around here much more anyway,” Sam said dismissively, ignoring Billie’s comment.

She tossed the bra onto the floor like a used candy wrapper.

Her finger and thumb squeezed Billie’s naked breasts together.

“Management’s gonna want to keep these cans nice and pushed up,” Sam snickered.

“Fuck!” Billie grunted as she tried to pry the giant fingers off her breasts.

The fact that her bra had just been torn off angered her, but Sam’s fondling was quickly arousing her again, especially as the grooves of the girl’s fingertips raked Billie’s erect nipples.

“Dam these things are perfect!” Sam hissed. “So pale, soft, and fat!”

“No, no…mmh…” Billie's protests morphed into a moan.

“You are a Mini slut,” Sam laughed.

She awakened Billie from of forced pleasure by jerking Billie’s body around and grasping Billie’s shoes with her fingernails. Sam plucked off Billie’s shoes and socks, then pinched Billie’s shorts. She yanked and pulled until she succeeded in stripping the shorts off Billie’s toned legs.

Now she held Billie in her hand with only a neck band and a pair of panties on the shrunken teen.

She paused and began exploring Billie’s body with her fingertip. Billie tried to punch the finger or push it away, but soon gave up. Sam stroked Billie’s shoulders, abs, legs, and ass. She poked those ass cheeks and pinched them with a giggle. Her finger traveled around Billie’s hips and pressed in on her pussy.

Billie shuddered and grasped the finger, but at the same time, a deep moan of pleasure burst from her mouth.

“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” Sam murmured. “Your little kitty is so wet, Billie…”

“Sam?” a voice called down the hallway.

Sam gasped and dumped Billie onto the shelf.

Billie grunted in shock and pain. She slowly climbed to her feet and covered her breasts as her body trembled.

“Is she finished yet?” the voice called, and Billie recognized it as Lucy’s.

“Uh, n-no, not yet!” Sam called back, gigantic voice echoing into the closet and causing Billie to cover her ears.

“Well, tell her to hurry up. She’s on the clock!”

“Okay!”

Sam turned back and smirked down at Billie.

“What are you taking so long to get dressed for, Booby Doll?” Sam taunted. “You heard her. Hurry up!”

Billie glared at her monolithic form.

“You know what?” Billie began. “You can just--”

“You need help?” Sam interrupted. “Okay!”

With that, she seized Billie in one hand, snatched the push-up bra in the other, and brought both hands up to her face, which grinned in wicked glee.

“This is gonna be so much fun,” she breathed onto Billie’s topless body.

###

Billie was quivering with anger, shock, and lust when Sam carried her through the double doors. Getting forcibly dressed by Sam had been equally infuriating, traumatic, and arousing.

Worse, she now wore an outfit that clung to her legs and ass and pushed up her breasts, while also leaving the lacy top of her bra exposed for all to see.

But Billie temporarily forgot about that when she saw the scene inside the store.

Cal sat at the credit card table, watching eagerly as Sam carried her over. In front of the table, winding through an aisle and all the way to the store exit and out the doors onto the sidewalk, a line of people waited. Men, women, and teens, standing singly or in couples or clusters. All waiting for their turn at the credit card table.

Waiting for their turn with her.

A low rumble of conversation filled the store, but it died out when Sam approached.

Every eye in the store turned to stare at the shrunken teen in Sam’s hand, including from the direction of the cash registers, where Michael and Gracie watched intently.

Billie’s heart pounded in her chest as Sam placed her on the green tablecloth.

A sense of panic filled Billie. This was more than she’d expected. She wanted to get out of here, to go home and hide under her bed sheets.

“You know what to do?” Sam asked from behind Billie.

Her question must have been meant for Cal, because he nodded.

“Yep. Lucy prepped me,” he answered, still nodding.

“Perfect,” Sam said.

“Have fun, Booby Doll,” she whispered without warning in Billie’s ear, moistening Billie’s face, neck, shoulders, and bulging cleavage and making the shrunken teen jump.

Then Sam strode away.

Billie didn’t feel the table quake when Sam walked away, but realized that was because the table’s surface had been shuddering constantly: tremors from the crowd of giants.

“Hi,” Cal said to Billie with a wide smile.

His gaze flicked up and down her body and rested, once again, on her chest.

“Nice outfit,” he breathed, giant pupils dilating even as she watched.

“Thanks…” Billie said so quietly she doubted he heard her.

Then the first person in line, who her mind had only comprehended as a titan in a line of titans, finally solidified into a girl around Billie’s age with a slender body and smallish, pert breasts beneath her blue shirt. She had long, brown hair and large, dark-blue eyes that didn’t blink as they gazed down at Billie.

“So...do your thing?” Cal half stated, half asked.

Billie looked down at the credit card in front of her. Her heart raced. Her mind whirred.

“What’s the hold up?” a man’s voice boomed from somewhere in the line.

The rumble of voices had begun increasing again. People were milling impatiently in the line.

“Hey, now that she’s finally out here, can I just feel her up like that dude on Twitter did?” the teen girl asked.

“Uh…,” Cal said uncertainly.

He jerked his head almost comically between the girl and Billie, left and right, to and fro, back and forth.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Cal finally answered. Then he sat up straight and seemed to quote a prepared statement. “’At Trader Moe’s, the customer comes first.’”

“Bet,” the teen girl said distractedly.

Her hand whipped out and snatched Billie up, sending the credit card clattering onto the table.

The giant girl’s fingers were soft but strong as they pinned Billie’s arms to her sides. Her eyes widened as they stared up close at Billie’s cleavage in her corset.

“Wait! Stop! Don’t I get a--!” Billie cried out.

“Nice fucking boobs,” the girl interrupted.

Her fingers squeezed Billie’s breasts together in her new, silky corset like Billie was nothing but a living doll.

Billie only managed to perform a few spin and kneel moves with the credit card that morning. The rest of the time, the next customer in line snatched her before she got the chance.

The customers wasted no time in invading her miniature body with their giant fingers, paying special attention to her breasts in her corset, but not also rubbing her pussy or pinching or spanking her ass through her leggings.

At first, Billie was shocked and scared by this sudden molestation from giants. She even struggled and protested a bit:

“Hey! Stop!”

“Hold on a second!”

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

But invariably, the giants ignored her.

Cal was no help to her. He sat by and watched as she was fondled. He almost drooled out the side of his mouth as he looked on.

Soon, Billie found herself getting more and more aroused by the touch of giant fingers. Men, women, teens, all took their turns snatching her up like a toy doll and squeezing her breasts, rubbing her pussy, and slapping or pinching her ass, all while smiling or grinning or laughing.

Strangers were molesting her, Billie thought to herself, strangers were toying with her teenage body.

Her nipples soon hardened fully and her pussy oozed moisture. She began shoving her body into the molesting touch of the giant customers as low moans escaped her lips.

Her outfit was soon disheveled, her leggings pulled down to expose part of her right hip and thigh, her corset pulled down and her bra askew so that her breasts almost spilled out completely.

She lost all track of time, but at some point, as a twenty-something man with a scruffy beard and long sideburns poked and stroked her pussy while his morning breath blasted her face, it was too much.

Strangers were making her cum, she thought.

She emitted a high-pitched shriek of pleasure, hugged his finger with her powerful thighs, and humped the digit while crying out wordlessly as the orgasm blasted through her teenage body.

“Fuck yeah!” he laughed at her as she collapsed in his grip.

More laughter and clapping exploded from the customers in line behind him.

“Jesus,” she heard Cal whisper from behind her.

Her energy spent from the orgasm, she slipped into semi-consciousness.

But that didn’t stop the customers from playing with her. They simply began passing her on without placing her on the table each time. She was dimly aware of fingers continuing to squeeze and grope her curvy, nubile body as she lay in helpless fatigue in grip after grip of giant strangers.

###

Billie awoke some time later and found herself lying on the floor of her miniature break room.

Sam loomed in front of the shelf as a tan-skinned, hazel-eyed, teenage goddess smirking down at her.

“You are fantastic, Booby Doll,” Sam said. “We ran out of credit card applications.”

Billie slowly sat up. She looked down at her outfit. Her breasts were barely contained in the corset, and her leggings had slipped below part of her thick ass.

She stood on unsteady legs and began adjusting her clothes.

“This is your lunch break,” Sam explained. “I’m supposed to leave you here to rest, eat, and use the restroom. And I will, but first…”

Her hand shot out, grabbed Billie, and whisked her up to her face.

“...I wanna taste these knockers.”

Her other hand pinched Billie’s corset and hiked it above her chest, then pinched Billie’s bra and tugged it downward, sending Billie’s breasts dropping out into the open air.

“Wait!” Billie cried. “I need a brea—!”

Her protest was cut short as Sam sucked both of Billie’s breasts into her mouth with a loud slurping sound.

Billie gasped, her fit, curvy body wriggled in Sam’s grip, and she pounded on Sam’s nose, but none of that stopped Sam from sucking on Billie’s breasts like two grapes, raking and lapping at them with her tongue.

The sensation was too pleasurable for Billie, combined with the sight of Sam’s huge face filing her vision, Sam’s giant eyes leering down mercilessly. Billie began moaning and shoving her boobs deeper into Sam’s mouth.

Sam’s thumb sneaked over and rubbed Billie between her legs. As her wet pussy squelched with moist sounds, Billie cried out in sexual bliss and orgasmed in Sam’s grip.

Sam laughed and lay Billie on the shelf. Billie spent most of her break in a sexually-exhausted heap, only managing to use the portable restroom and eat a piece of cheese from the fridge before Sam returned and grabbed her again.

“Hey, Mini Ho, it’s back to work we go,” Sam taunted as she carried Billie down the hallway.

###

The afternoon proceeded in similar fashion. Billie was passed from giant customer to giant customer, who took turns feeling her up like a doll.

That morning, several customers had played with Billie and walked off without filling out an application, so now Cal made them fill out an application before picking her up. She got used to seeing giant hands shaking as they hurriedly scribbled out information onto a credit card application before those hands greedily lunged at her and wrapped her in a fist.

Giant strangers made her cum two more times that afternoon.

As she kneeled on the table with only ten minutes left in her shift and a few people still in line, she looked up at the next customer and gasped.

“Peyton?” Billie breathed, stunned.

Peyton put her hands on her hips like a grumpy Venus statue.

“I can’t believe this,” Peyton said. “Oh wait, yes I can.”

Billie stared up at her, unable to think of what to say to her friend.

“I’m here to take you home,” Peyton told her.

“Uh, the store manager really wouldn’t like that,” Cal said.

“I want to talk to said manager,” Peyton said. “They can un-shrink her before we leave.”

Peyton leaned over the table. Seeing her friend as a towering giantess sent a sudden thrill through Billie.

Peyton reached down and gently wrapped Billie in her fist. She lifted Billie past her trim abs and pert breasts to her face…

...and paused. Her eyes stared at Billie, lit by a gleam of wonder.

“You know, you are really cute at this size,” Peyton said quietly, her breath lightly caressing Billie’s skin.

Her gaze danced over Billie’s body, coming to rest on her chest.

“Peyton?” Billie called in disbelief.

She wondered if her best friend was actually considering what Billie suspected she was.

Peyton’s thumb traveled slowly across Billie’s breasts, a long, single stroke through the corset.

“Uh, if you want to play with her, you have to fill out a credit card application first,” Cal said.

Peyton stared at Billie with an expression that seemed more like appraising a new toy than looking at her friend.

Billie gazed up at her best friend, and didn’t know if she wanted Peyton to snap out of it or not.

But Peyton did snap out of it, blinking and shaking her head.

“No, I want to talk to your manager, now.” Peyton said.

“Um, okay, just a minute,” Cal mumbled unhappily before standing and trudging away.

“Hey, am I gonna get my turn to touch her?” a middle-aged man in line behind Peyton asked.

“Shut up, perv!” Peyton snapped at him.

He glared at her but seemed too scared or embarrassed to say anything else.

“I don’t need to go home yet,” Billie called.

“Oh really? You sure about that?” Peyton asked.

Billie grimaced.

“I think--”

“How can I help you?” came Lucy’s overly-polite voice.

Billie twisted in Peyton’s grip to see Lucy standing on the other side of the table, hands on her shapely hips, peering sharply at Peyton through her glasses.

“I’m here to take Billie home. Or do you want to let customers molest her some more?” Peyton said venomously.

Lucy smiled tightly while her eyes flashed in annoyance.

“That’s fine. She has less than ten minutes left in her shift anyway,” said Lucy. “Follow me.”

It occurred to Billie, as Peyton carried her down the hall behind Lucy, that even though Peyton was there to rescue her, neither she nor Lucy had actually cared about what Billie wanted.

###

As Billie sat in the passenger’s seat of Peyton’s old Hyundai hatchback, Billie texted her mom to tell her not to pick her up, that she was getting a ride home.

An awkward silence filled the interior of the car.

The process of leaving the store had been extremely awkward for Billie, and having Peyton there only made it worse. From changing into her shrunken clothes from that morning while both Lucy and Peyton waited outside the closet, to Lucy and Peyton passive-aggressively arguing over who would carry Billie to the room to be un-shrunk, to Lucy sneaking a feel of Billie’s boobs and ass when she won that argument, to Peyton watching with an unblinking and unreadable expression as Billie took off her pest control band and handed it to Lucy.

Now, sitting in the car beside her best friend, those events kept replaying in Billie’s mind, along with the fresh memory of Peyton’s giant thumb jostling Billie’s breasts in her corset.

They arrived at Billie’s house without either of them saying a word.

As Billie opened the door and started to climb out, Peyton finally spoke.

“You’re going back tomorrow, aren’t you?” Peyton asked in a tone of forced neutrality.

Billie wasn’t sure what to say, but found her head nodding.

“This whole thing is fucked up, you know that, right?” Peyton replied.

Billie thought for a few seconds.

“Sometimes fucking up can be fun though, yeah?” Billie said.

Peyton’s face was unreadable at first, but then Billie saw her eyes glimmer mischievously.

“Hmm. Bet,” said Peyton.

As Billie walked up to her front door, her nipples hardened again and her pussy began drenching her underwear.

###

The next morning, when the shrinking process finished, Sam’s tan calves flexed like living columns as she crouched over Billie and smirked down at her.

“Got an announcement for you, Booby Doll,” Sam said.

“Uh, what?” Billie called up, nervousness stirring in her gut.

“Well, Lucy and I were talking with Brian, and you’ve become such a big hit with the customers, we all think the sexy outfit was a mistake.”

Billie was surprised to feel a wave of relief.

“We think it’s better if you just stay naked during your shift.”

Billie’s mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged.

“What?” Billie squealed.

Sam’s smirk widened.

“The customers are here to play with your body, after all. Why annoy them with pesky clothes?”

“Uh, look, Sam, I don’t think I’m ready for--”

But Sam was already reaching out a giant hand for her.

“No! Stop! Wait!” Billie screamed.

Sam grabbed her in a fist and lifted her up to her face.

Then the giant teen began to strip off Billie’s clothes.

“Don’t fight me so much!” Sam warned. “I don’t want to tear your clothes.”

“Stop! Wait! Wait!” Billie kept shouting as she was stripped like a doll.

But it did no good. Within seconds, she wriggled naked in Sam’s grasp, wearing nothing but the band around her neck, while her clothes lay wadded Sam’s other hand.

Sam smiled happily and took a few seconds to feel up the shrunken girl, pinching her ample breasts and stroking her full, smooth ass.

“God you are even cuter naked,” Sam breathed. “The Booby Doll: T and A Edition.”

“Sam, listen, please,” Billie begged as she watched her breasts getting squished between Sam’s forefinger and thumb, “I’m not ready for this.”

Sam’s giant shoulders shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter. The decision’s been made.”

Billie’s stomach reeled as Sam stood up.

“No! Wait! Wait!”

Billie’s wails were too tiny to echo off the walls as Sam carried the naked, wriggling Mini down the employee hallway.

###

Sam placed Billie on the credit card table. A line of giant customers trailed out the store entrance again, and Cal once more sat behind the table.

Like yesterday, Gracie and Michael watched eagerly from across the store like hungry, humanoid mountain peaks.

Billie draped one arm over her breasts and covered her crotch with her other hand. She looked frantically between Cal to the first customer in line.

The first customer, a pretty, blond woman in her thirties, smiled warmly down at Billie.

“Oh, look how she tries to cover up,” cooed the woman. “How adorable!”

Cal, meanwhile, stared with his soft lips hanging open and his young eyes wide, shamelessly staring at Billie’s naked body.

“You took off all her clothes?” he asked.

The question was obviously meant for Sam, but he kept his gaze on Billie.

“Yep. Manager’s orders,” Sam quipped. “See you in a bit.”

The table quaked beneath Billie’s feet as Sam strode away.

“Cal, listen, you have to help--”

Billie’s words were cut short as the woman grabbed her and whisked Billie up to her face.

The woman’s giant fingers smelled of sandalwood perfume as they forced Billie’s arms to her sides.

“Wow, so young and already you’ve grown them so big,” the woman cooed.

“Please, I don’t want--!”

But the female customer didn’t seem to care what Billie wanted. Her womanly fingers were already poking and teasing Billie’s naked breasts.

“Such big, big boobies on you,” the woman breathed in wonder.

Billie grunted and strained to free her arms, but was soon overwhelmed by the sensation of writhing completely naked in the grip of a giant woman as her breasts were toyed with. Her nipples sprang to attention and her pussy began moistening.

“Oh fuck, no, fuck…,” Billie moaned quietly.

“Are you sure this is okay?” the woman asked Cal, while still squeezing and jostling Billie’s rack.

“Uh…I think so….,” Cal said. Then he added more confidently. “Yeah, at Trader Moe’s, the customer comes first.”

The woman ran an experimental finger down Billie’s abs to her crotch, where it pressed in on her wet pussy.

Billie shuddered and gasped as an intense orgasm erupted from nowhere and exploded through her body. She convulsed in the woman’s hand and screamed wordlessly in joyful, sexual bliss. She arched her back and shoved her breasts upward. They jiggled as her body shook in the sensual flood.

Then she slumped forward in the woman’s hand.

“Wow, wow, wow,” said the female customer. “That was amazing, little girl. I guess at Trader Moe’s, the customer doesn’t always cum first,” she added with a musical giggle.

As Billie felt herself getting handed to the next customer, she called out groggily,

“Wait, no more yet…”

A dark-haired giant in his late teens seized her body in a fist that smelled like stale pizza.

“Shit. Nice tits. Hey dude, can I suck on ‘em?”

“Uh…,” Cal said.

But he didn’t wait for Cal’s answer before shoving Billie into his giant face, where his lips slurped hungrily over her naked breasts.

Billie first hung limply in his grasp as he sucked and licked, then started punching weakly on his stubbly face, but was soon grinding her breasts into his giant, rough, assaulting tongue, moaning in pleasure once again.

Billie woke up some time later on the shelf in her closet break room.

She sat up and rose slowly to her feet.

Sweat and saliva smeared her naked body.

In a numb trance, almost as if she wasn’t connected to her body, she walked to the porta poddy, stepped inside, relieved herself, then used the hand sanitizer.

The sanitizer’s strong, acrid scent snapped her fully back to reality.

“Fuck. That all really happened. Fuck.”

Her stomach grumbled, so she walked to the fridge and opened it up.

Someone had stocked it with various snacks, mostly small chunks of food that would be crumbs if she wasn’t a Mini: cheese, lunch meat, apples, grapes. She grabbed a piece of cheese and closed the fridge.

The cheese hadn’t made it to her mouth when she heard the closet doorknob turn.

The door swung open.

She draped her free arm over her breasts and pressed her thighs together.

“Sam, I’m still on my--” she began to call in a mixture of fear and fatigue, then stopped.

Cal stepped into the closet.

Even though Cal had already seen her naked, seen her get groped by dozens of customers, Billie felt a surge of embarrassment. Still clutching the piece of cheese, she crossed her other arm over her chest.

“What’s going on?” she called to him.

He didn’t answer.

He stepped up to the guardrail and stared down at her with his lips hanging open, eyes wide and dilated, and soft face painted in hungry curiosity.

“Cal?” she prompted, uneasiness churning in her gut.

“Lucy said you had a break room in here,” Cal finally said, his slightly dank breath blowing over her as he spoke. “She said she wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.”

Billie’s uneasiness got worse.

“Listen, Cal, I’m on break right now--”

“Me too,” he interrupted. “They sent me the same time as you. Closed down the application table. We already got through most of the line in only two hours.”

At his words, her thoughts turned inward. She wondered how only two hours had passed. It seemed like an eternity, an unending fever dream of giant strangers violating her most intimate parts as she climaxed in their grips.

“Do you like being tiny and naked?” he asked, snapping her back to reality.

“What?”

“Do you like it? Being naked in front of everyone? Being the size of a doll. Having them touch you? Seems like you did.”

She pressed her thighs more tightly together. His question caused feminine juices to start moistening her pussy. At the same time, guilt and shame made her visibly cringe.

“Let’s talk about this later, okay?” she said. “I’m on break. Plus it feels weird with you standing there staring at me like that.”

“But I want a turn too.”

Her blood seemed to freeze in her veins.

“What did you say?” she called to him.

“You let a bunch of strangers touch you. I want a turn. I’m your coworker.”

“Cal, I did that as part of my job, to help get credit card applications,” she explained as her heart pounded faster and faster in rising panic.

“But you liked it. I saw.”

“I didn’t--”

Suddenly, his hand lunged at her. She screamed as he grabbed her and yanked her off the shelf.

Her piece of cheese tumbled out of her hand as he brought her up to his face.

“What are you doing?” she shouted. “Put me down!”

“But I wanna see them. I wanna touch them,” Cal breathed over her.

His giant fingers forced her arms to her sides. She strained to free her arms while thrashing her legs helplessly.

“Fuck, they’re so big on you, I can’t believe it,” his huge lips spoke in wonder. “Wanted to touch them the first time I saw you.”

His other hand floated slowly into view, finger and thumb extended.

“Cal, don’t! Put me down! Put me down! No!”

He ignored her pleas and his fingers squeezed her ample breasts.

Instantly, sexual excitement and pleasure coursed through her. His giant, teen digits sent tingles of erotic joy from her breasts to her pussy. She shuddered in his hand.

“See?” he boomed excitedly, blasting her shrunken ears. “You do like this!”

He began roughly squeezing and rubbing her breasts, his fingers paying special attention to her nipples, grinding over them again and again.

“Cal! No...no…!” she panted.

But her body betrayed her, muscles convulsing in pleasure, pussy getting wetter and wetter, chest shoving into his molesting touch.

“You do like this,” he panted, gusting his breath all over her naked body. “Your milkers are so big…” He grunted loudly as he gave her breasts an extra-hard squeeze. “So...fucking...big…”

“No…,” she moaned, but she wasn’t sure if it was spoken aloud or only in her head as she arced her back under Cal’s molesting ministrations.

“Ugh...fuck…,” he grunted.

Suddenly, she was torn from her ecstasy when her world lurched into violent motion. The closet doorway sped by her. The hallway floor raced along beneath her. Wind blew through her hair and over her body as Cal’s fist flew through the air with his body swaying beside her, his shoes thudding loudly and rapidly far below.

A sharp turn brought a skyscraper-sized bathroom door in front of her, which Cal’s free hand slapped open.

Then they were in a men’s restroom, speeding by empty bathroom stalls until Cal veered into the last one, a large stall for wheelchair users.

Billie found herself dumped onto a cold, plastic surface. She scrambled to her feet and her brain pieced together that she stood on a toilet-paper holder.

Scents of stale urine assaulted her nose while the horror of where Cal had taken her assaulted her mind.

He had already closed and locked the bathroom stall and was undoing his belt, his huge crotch swaying in front of her.

“Oh shit. Cal! Cal, listen to me! This is not okay!”

But his face was filled with drunken lust. She doubted he heard a word she said. He merely stared down at her like she was a porn video come to life as he dropped his shorts and underwear to the ground.

His hard dick bounced into the air, wobbling below a sparse nest of blond hair. The member was modest for his size, but from her perspective it was a monster.

She gasped in wide-eyed shock and scrambled backward, pressing her back into the side of the stall.

“Nnngh,” he grunted down at her, “my dick looks so big next to your shrunken body, Billie…”

Hearing him say her name gave her hope that she could snap him out of this.

“Cal, listen, you’ve got to stop--”

“...but your titties still look so big on you,” he huffed.

Then his hand rushed out and seized her.

“No! No! No!” she wailed.

Her wail was silenced as his hand slammed her face into his giant teen dick.

His fist tightened around her and his cock, gripping her to its length.

“Mmph-No-mmph!” she screamed into the sweaty, musky flesh.

He began pumping her up and down on his shaft.

For Billie, it was a surreal horror show. Her entire body ground into his hard dick, including her pussy. His grip was tight, almost painful. And he kept slipping her breasts over his cock head, raking them across the top of his circumscribed penis over and over, allowing her to shriek in protest and fear before silencing her mouth with his giant dick, again and again.

Her body was battered and bruised. But the pumping only got faster, and faster, and faster.

Soon Cal was huffing and moaning above her like a monstrous Kaiju.

Worse, his dick began leaking precum, which smeared all over Billie’s hair, face, and breasts.

Without warning, his hand stopped mid stroke, positioning Billie’s breasts atop his cock head, and then his dick erupted.

Billie’s scream turned into gasps and sputters as her face and boobs were power-washed with gallons of thick cum. His dick shot out the white, creamy substance over again and again like a surging fire hose, coating her hair, painting her breasts, and filling her mouth.

All the while, Cal cried out and moaned happily above her like an ecstatic Olympian god.

The torrent went on and on. For Billie, it felt like another eternity.

When the shooting of boy juice finally stopped, Cal’s hand lifted her off his dick and set her back on the toilet-paper holder.

She coughed, spit, and gagged, trying to get the stuff out of her mouth. Her hair was coated in it. Her boobs were totally greased up with it. She shuddered in disgust and fell to her knees.

She was vaguely aware of Cal’s gigantic form thudding into the opposite wall, his shorts still around his ankles. When she glanced up, wiping his cum out of her eyes, she saw his dick shrinking and softening, cum dripping from its slit.

His eyes were closed and his face looked flush and healthy, matching the wide, contented smile on his face.

###

“Stop! Ouch! That hur--!”

Billie’s protests were cut short as Cal moved her fully under the jet of water yet again.

She hacked and coughed when he pulled her out.

He held her in the bathroom sink while cleaning his juices off her. His hands shook, his face grimaced in anxiety, and he kept glancing toward the bathroom door.

He resumed scrubbing her with his fingers, lathering her up in soap. He’d spent most of his time cleaning her boobs, unsurprisingly, and now had moved on to her face. Her hair hung in her eyes and clung to her neck. Most of the cum had been rinsed out of it already.

“You won’t tell anyone about this, right?” he asked.

A second after he asked, he swung her under the waterfall from the faucet again, but she wouldn’t have given him an answer even if she could.

A dull ache of shock and betrayal mirrored the physical aches on her body, a body he’d used as his own personal cum rag minutes earlier.

So far, no one had entered the men’s restroom this entire time, but now, Cal’s luck ran out.

As he brought her out of the water, the bathroom door swung open.

Michael walked in.

“Oh shit!” Cal hissed, freezing in place.

Michael also froze. His handsome face stared in surprise at the scene of Cal holding a naked Billie over the sink.

Billie felt a surge of relief.

“What the…?” Michael said. He pointed at Billie. “You know both Lucy and Sam are looking for her, right? And you.”

“Oh shit,” Cal repeated. “What am I gonna do?”

Michael folded his arms. He seemed to be thinking.

Then he strode over to the sink, his giant body stopping beside it.

“Go back out there. I’ll take her. Say you don’t know where she is.”

Billie’s relief curdled into a feeling of unease.

“’Kay, ‘kay,” Cal panted.

He dropped her into Michael’s hand, then ran out of the bathroom.

Michael held Billie by her waist, staring down at her thoughtfully.

She hugged her breasts and pressed her thighs together.

“Looks like you’ve had quite the exciting break,” Michael said.

“Ha, ha, funny,” she replied sarcastically.

“Still got some love juice in your hair,” Michael commented. “We’d better finish getting you cleaned up.”

But he didn’t move her toward the water. Instead, he turned the faucet off and lifted her closer to his face.

“Michael?” she asked questioningly.

“I was just thinking…,” he began.

His fingers slithered up her body and forced her arms off her breasts.

“Michael!” she protested, grunting and struggling.

His free hand floated over to her chest.

“Fuck! I am not okay with this right now! Stop!” she shouted in fear and anger.

“Hmm, from everything I’ve seen, I bet I know how to make you ‘okay with this,’” Michael said smoothly.

Then his fingers took hold of her naked breasts and began massaging them. Unlike Cal’s rough, almost childish fondling, his touch was deliberate and confident, strong but gentle. He carefully kneaded her breasts while gliding his fingertips over her nipples.

“No...no...oh God…,” she panted as pleasure began coursing through her mammaries.

His handsome face smiled down at her as his fingers fondled her miniature boobs. Her intoxicated gaze traveled over his pecs and biceps in his tight shirt, down to his manly fingers toying with her jiggling chest.

“Jesus, these things must be even bigger on you than I thought.”

Soon she was moaning and thrusting her breasts into his fingers.

“And there we go,” he rumbled in satisfaction, his pronounced Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

One of his fingers, Billie’s mind was too foggy from the pleasure now to know which one, slid between her thighs and pressed into her wet pussy.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned loudly, wrapping her thighs around his finger.

“Perfect,” Michael breathed.

She blinked, partially pulled out of her trance of sexual bliss, as he carried her away from the sink and into one of the stalls. The same stall, in fact, that Cal had taken her into.

Like Cal had done, he placed her on the toilet-paper dispenser and began unbuckling his belt.

“Wait, wait,” she called, fully alert now. “Not again!”

Michael’s hard dick, much thicker and longer than Cal’s, sprang in front of her.

“Mm,” Michael groaned.

His hand pumped up and down his hard, circumcised, veiny shaft.

“I may get fired for this, or worse, Doll Girl,” he panted as he stared drunkenly down at her. “But after what they let those customers do to you, I doubt it. Either way, those epic titties on you will make it all worth it.”

Then for the second time in a half-hour, she was seized by a giant hand and slammed into a giant, hard cock.

###

“She wanted to talk to you.”

Lucy placed Billie on the desk.

Looking over her shoulder, Billie saw Lucy peering down at her with a frigid expression behind her glasses.

“Thanks, Lucy. You can go now,” Danielle said.

Lucy said nothing. She turned and walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

Billie’s shoulders jumped at the loud noise, sending her breasts jiggling.

Michael had cleaned all of his and Cal’s fluids off her, but her hair still lay wet against her scalp and hung in her eyes.

Billie’s heart pounded as Danielle leaned forward in her desk. When Danielle spoke, her tone was polite and professional, but a mischievous sneer danced on her lips.

“So, you wanted to speak to HR?”

“They did what?”

Billie had finished telling Danielle what Cal and Michael did to her, and she expected her tone to be horrified.

Instead, the HR manager sounded...amused.

“Hmm, well, I hate to say I told you so, but…”

Billie hugged her chest tighter and glared up at Danielle. Anger coursed through her.

“Look, I don’t care what you say is in the paperwork I signed. This is messed up. Sam stripped off my fucking clothes! And Cal and Michael...Cal and Michael…”

Her heart pounded faster in excitement at the fresh memory. Her nipples hardened. Her pussy moistened.

“Anyway, messed up!” she continued, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. “I want my clothes back! And there’s gotta be some consequences for what they did to me!”

Danielle shook her head and sighed, sending her humid breath over Billie’s naked body.

“Oh Billie, I tried to warn you, but you didn’t quit,” Danielle said. “And you know something else? I think you’re not pissed at Sam, Cal, or Michael. I think you’re pissed at yourself...for enjoying everything that’s happened to you.”

Billie’s jaw dropped open. She stared up in shock at Danielle.

“No...no!” Billie shouted.

“Ah, come on, you know I’m right,” Danielle said.

Billie fumed. Her fists clenched beneath her crossed arms.

And yet…she was mad at herself for liking all of this. Or most of it, anyway:

“I didn’t like getting used like a fucking rag by Cal and Michael!” she heard herself shouting.

Danielle chuckled.

“But you did like the rest of it.” Her words were a statement, not a question.

“N-no...I…fuck! Just do your fucking job and get me my clothes back!”

Danielle leaned over the desk again so fast that Billie stumbled backward in surprise.

“Whatever. On to more important stuff,” Danielle began.

“More important?” Billie squealed. “What the fu--?”

“You’ve been so successful at getting card applications, you’ve created a weeks-long backlog,” Danielle’s oversized voice steamrolled over Billie’s. “The pilot program was an absolute success. Congratulations!”

Billie stared at her.

“Wait… So, it’s over, I can get turned back to normal size now?”

She wondered if it was disappointment she felt stirring in her gut.

“Not exactly,” Danielle sang. “I’ve spoken with corporate HR about an idea I have to use Minis to help improve employee morale. We’re going to test it out here! With you!”

Billie’s skin seemed to crawl over her bones for a second.

“Improve morale…?”

“Yep. Looks like Cal and Michael are off to a good start.”

Billie gaped at her.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Mm hmm,” Danielle replied, nodded her giant head enthusiastically. “I mean, what could help improve moral more than that curvy little bod of yours.”

As she spoke, her hand rushed out and pinched Billie by the hips, whisking her off the desk.

“Hey!” Billie yelped as she was brought in front of Danielle’s huge face.

“And I think my morale is pretty low right now,” the HR manager continued. “Why don’t you practice cheering up a Trader Moe’s employee?”

Danielle’s fingers forced her arms to her sides.

“God, I still can’t get over the size of your yaboos,” Danielle said with a grin. “Freaking huge on you.”

Billie had barely begun to struggle before Danielle’s mouth rushed at her chest and her giant lips slurped up Billie’s breasts.

Billie gasped in surprised pleasure as Danielle’s huge tongue began lapping at her boobs again. Arching her back and shoving her chest more deeply against the HR manager’s intoxicating licking, Billie wondered how many giants would suck her tits by the end of the day.

That though sent an extra-exquisite thrum of pleasure tearing through her.

“Oh God!” Billie moaned.

In the next instant, a huge finger pushed in on Billie’s mound.

She arched her back even more.

“God! Fuck!”

The orgasm tore through her body without any more warning. Sexual pleasure thrummed through her as she shoved her tits into Danielle’s slurping mouth and ground her pussy against Danielle’s giant finger. Her exultant scream blasted into Danielle’s oversized face.

Forget how many giants would suck her tits. How many giants that day would make her cum?

She slumped in Danielle’s grasp and felt her consciousness wandering. In the back of her mind she was vaguely aware of the HR manager’s throaty giggles.

###

Several minutes later, Billie’s eyes slowly refocused...

...at a pair of giant, naked breasts.

Danielle still held her in her grasp, but now the HR manager’s shirt was bunched near her neck and her bra cups were pulled down, revealing her naked boobs. Her breasts jutted perkily from her body, the pert orbs small on her frame but still huge to Billie.

“All right Miss Mini,” Danielle sang, “it’s my turn.”

Her hand rushed at her right breast and cradled Billie against the warm, swelling hill of flesh.

She guided Billie’s face up to a pink, nubby, erect nipple, bonking Billie’s cheek into it.

“Now, Billie, suck my tit.”

Billie resisted at first, but Danielle’s fingers were soon toying with Billie’s breasts and rubbing her pussy, tweaking her nipples or sliding a fingernail over her ass and into the crack.

Billie shuddered, moaned, and latched her mouth over the nipple.

“Mm, yes, God, yes,” Danielle rumbled. “Now suck it!”

Her fingers toyed incessantly with Billie’s breasts and tickled her pussy.

Billie shuddered in pleasure and obeyed, pulling the nipple tip farther into her mouth and sucking deeply.

“Mm, mm hmm,” Danielle rumbled in a mix of a purr and a giggle. “Yeah, that’s it.”

A giant forefinger suddenly pressed against the back of Billie’s head and pushed her face more firmly into the giant nub.

Meanwhile, through the corner of her vision, Billie saw Danielle’s other hand grasp the nipple of the other giant, bare breast and began playing with it.

“Mm,  mm, mmh!” Danielle’s voice thrummed. “Keep it up, Miss Mini!”

Billie felt simultaneously degraded and aroused, which seemed like a snapshot of her experience since taking this job. And, as usual, the aroused feelings won out. She began sucking the giant teat in earnest, forcing her lips over it and stuffing as much of it into her mouth as she could. She sucked while working her lips up and down the thick nub, slobbering and licking. She’d never sucked a cock before, but she imagined it would be very much like this.

Danielle let out an especially loud moan, and her hand roamed from her breast, down her flat stomach, and snaked beneath the waistband of her jeans.

Her body began gyrating, slowly at first, then faster, like riding a bucking horse. The muscles in her free arm flexed and jerked, and her giant breasts jiggled and juddered. The one Billie lay on sent her lower body leaping away from the boob, only to swing back and smack against the wall of flesh.

The effect was like getting her pussy literally spanked, and Billie found that she liked it. A lot. Her eyes widened, her pussy gushed, and she sucked more fervently on Danielle’s giant-sized nipple.

Danielle was groaning and moaning, bucking and writhing, sending Billie into a frightening yet ecstatic fleshy earthquake.

The slapping of her pussy by the giant boob finally pushed Billie into yet another orgasm.

Her exultant cry was drowned out by Danielle’s own moan of ecstasy as the giant boob heaved underneath her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” Billie shouted.

“Yes, yes, yes! Suck my tit, you fucking Mini!” shouted Danielle, breasts juddering and quaking, hidden hand working furiously in her pants. “Oh God!”

Their high-pitched cries mingled together as an orgasm tore through Billie’s body. The same thing seemed to be happening to the giantess, her entire body rocking like a massive earthquake.

Finally, Billie sagged forward on the nipple, body wet with sweat, pussy wet with sexual juice.

The giant breast beneath her heaved as Danielle gasped for breath.

Huge fingers gripped Billie’s body and slowly pulled her off the nipple.

Danielle laid her on her desk and stared drunkenly down at her while her breaths gusted across Billie’s naked body.

“Oh yes, Miss Mini, my morale has definitely improved.”

###

“Stop! I said to stop!”

Billie was practically hoarse from shouting and screaming the same protests for the past five minutes.

Danielle continued to ignore her pleas. She had carried the Mini down the employee hallway and was now placing the last piece of duct tape over her limbs, pinning her in a spread-eagle position on the wall beside the time clock.

“I don’t want to do this!” Billie shouted. “It’s weird!”

“It’s part of my initiative,” Danielle said pleasantly. “We’re doing this, Miss Mini.”

She punctuated her statement by slapping a piece of duct tape over Billie’s mouth.

“And there we go,” Danielle sang. “Employees can play with that stacked bod when they clock in or out. Perfect! I’ll spread the word.”

With that, her monolithic body strode away. Billie heard the double doors thunk open.

Billie hung on the wall in humiliated, mortified defeat. Minutes ticked slowly by. She heard the hum of the air conditioner and the distant intercom music.

Then the employee doors thudded open again.

As fate would have it, the first person to approach the time clock was Sam.

Her giant, young face split into a delighted grin.

“Holy fuck!” she boomed. “Danielle told us something about you becoming our new work toy, but I didn’t think they’d actually go through with it.

All Billie could reply was a muffled grunt through the tape over her mouth.

“And now they’ve got you taped up next to the time clock so we can play with you before clocking in or out. Fuck yeah,” Sam laughed.

Her free hand floated up and her fingers approached Billie’s chest.

“One last chance to play with my Booby Doll today?” she giggled. “I’ll take it.”

She squeezed Billie’s robust chest between her fingers and began toying with them. She pinched and poked them while Billie struggled in distress but moaned in pleasure.

When Billie’s pussy was wet and her nipples fully hard, Sam stopped with a joyful laugh.

“Bye bye, Booby Doll,” she sang. “See you tomorrow.”

She swiped her card, keyed her code, and strode away, her slender, giantess body retreating down the hallway.

Billie hung there for another hour, yearning to stimulate her pussy but unable to reach it. The monotonous hours dragged on until another giant stepped in front of the time clock.

Cal stared down at her. His face reddened as utter shock spread across it.

Billie’s gaze instinctively traveled lower, and lower, down his huge body, to his crotch, and she was almost certain she saw the front of his shorts slowly bulge subtly out.

His dick was hard for her naked body taped to the wall, a dick that he had forcibly fucked her entire body with only a few hours ago.

Billie was horrified but also turned on. Her pussy and breasts ached for his touch.

She didn’t have to wait long.

Despite his apparent embarrassment, he soon silently and shamelessly reached out and began molesting her miniature boobs.

She moaned through her tape in pleasure, shoving her breasts into his touch.

His other hand floated up to her crotch. She watched its approach with a trembling body.

His giant forefinger tickled her pussy. She cried out in pleasure and came for him.

He kept fondling her breasts, seemingly oblivious to her orgasm, nothing but a toy for him. This realization only made the orgasm racking her body with pleasure more intense and her moans louder through the tape gag.

Finally she sagged in exhaustion, but his fondling continued. Slowly she slipped into unconsciousness.

###

When she woke up, she found herself lying in a giant palm. Looking up, she saw that the palm belonged to Lucy.

And Lucy’s other hand was busy groping her breasts.

Billie instinctively moaned and her body surged forward, slipping her breasts more deeply between Lucy’s nimble, molesting fingers.

“I finally get to play with these boobies when they’re all naked,” Lucy sneered. “About time.”

Billie continued to moan drunkenly. She had woken up horny and intoxicated with sexual lust.

“Mm, you likey, huh?” Lucy taunted.

Suddenly, her giant, bespectacled face lowered on top of Billie and her huge tongue slithered out and lapped at Billie’s pussy.

Billie squealed in delight and arched her back.

Lucy snickered and licked more fervently. Her nubile tongue lapped and sloshed at Billie’s miniature kitty.

Billie cried out as yet another explosive orgasm rocked her naked body.

Lucy laughed wickedly and continued to lick as the Mini employee squirmed and cried out in her grasp.

As Billie sagged with yet more exhaustion, she heard Lucy say,

“Okay, I better unshrink you. Can’t let you go into overtime. I’ll get in trouble…”

###

“But where are my clothes?” Billie hissed. “I can’t walk out of here naked!”

She stood in the corner of the shrinking room, still completely nude, arms folded across her breasts and thighs pressed tightly together.

“Sam accidentally threw them away,” Lucy said, tapping the pest-control band casually against her hip.

“What the actual fuck?” Billie shouted. “Those were my clothes!”

“You’ll get reimbursed in your next paycheck,” Lucy said.

“But I need something to wear right now!”

Billie’s heart hammered. She was shocked that this had happened. And being returned to normal size had sharpened her mind again, revealing the fresh memories of her day in all their surreal, salacious horror.

“I’ve taken care of that,” Lucy said. “Heh, here he is now.”

Billie’s eyes widened as Michael walked into the room.

Her heart pounded faster as he walked over to her. His gaze traced her naked body. Instead of seeming ashamed like Cal, he only smiled at her.

A bundle of clothes lay in his arms.

“Got these from the Goodwill down the street,” his calm tone didn’t even hint that he had humped her entire body with his dick hours earlier. “Here ya go.”

He held out the clothes to her, but only barely.

She glared at him. The perv was waiting for her to reach out so he could see her tits again. Unbelievable.

“Hey, don’t be shy,” he added. “Not like I haven’t seen all of it already.”

She clenched her teeth. An arm darted out, partially revealing her ample breasts for a second before she slapped the clothes against them.

And I have seen all of it,” she snapped. “And it’s a good thing I was only six inches tall, or it wouldn’t have been so impressive.”

Lucy snickered.

But Michael only grinned.

“So you’re saying it was impressive?” he said.

“Will you both just get the hell out of here so I can get dressed?” Billie growled.

“Sure thing,” Lucy said.

She and Michael turned and walked toward the door, but Billie saw them exchanging amused glances.

“Don’t forget to clock out!” Lucy sang as she shut the door.

Billie stood alone in the room for many minutes in stunned shock at what the day had wrought.

“Jesus Christ…” she whispered to herself.

Billie lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. The digital clock on her nightstand glowed 10:47 PM in red numerals. Her mom had gone to bed an hour ago, leaving the house quiet except for the distant hum of the refrigerator downstairs.

She should call in sick tomorrow. That was the rational thought looping in her mind. After everything, the customers groping her like a toy, Cal and Michael using her body as their personal cum rag, Danielle turning her into a human nipple-sucker, it was insane to go back. She could fake a stomach bug, buy herself a day to quit properly, or hell, just never show up again. Her phone lay beside her, the screen dark but tempting.

But as she reached for it, her hand hesitated. Memories flooded in unbidden: giant fingers pinching her breasts, tongues lapping at her pussy, the overwhelming thrill of being nothing but a plaything. Her nipples hardened under her nightshirt, and a familiar ache bloomed between her legs.

“Fuck,” she whispered, rolling onto her side.

She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore it, but the pressure only made it worse.

Her mind replayed the day’s horrors, or were they delights? Cal’s rough grip slamming her against his dick, the hot spurts of cum coating her like a degrading baptism. Michael’s confident strokes, his veiny shaft grinding her pussy until she screamed. Danielle’s perky tits heaving as Billie sucked desperately. And the customers… So many strangers, their hands exploring her without a care for her protests, making her cum over and over.

One hand slipped under her shirt, cupping her heavy breast. She pinched her nipple, gasping softly.

“No… I shouldn’t…”

But her other hand was already sliding into her panties, fingers finding her slick folds. She was soaked, her clit throbbing as she circled it slowly. Images flashed: Sam’s smirk as she stripped her naked, Lucy’s tongue sloshing over her mound, Gracie’s hesitant stares from across the store. The fresh memories sent a jolt through her, and she plunged two fingers inside herself, moaning into her pillow.

She rocked her hips, fucking her hand while tweaking her nipple harder.

“Oh God… they’d just… grab me… fuck me with their fingers… their tongues…”

Her orgasm surged through her. She moaned loudly into her pillow as her body heaved in pleasure.

Panting, she pulled her hand free, staring at the glistening fingers.

She wasn’t calling in sick. She was going back.

###

The next morning, Billie’s heart raced as she approached the employee entrance of Trader Moe’s. Her mom had dropped her off with a casual “Have a good day,” oblivious to the chaos inside.

Pushing open the door, Billie stepped into the cool hallway.

A cluster of figures waited by the time clock: Sam, Cal, Lucy, and Gracie. Their eyes locked on her immediately. Billie’s stomach twisted, but her nipples betrayed her, stiffening under their stares.

“Morning, Booby Doll,” Sam called with a smirk, her tan arms crossed over her modest chest.

Cal shifted awkwardly, his babyish face flushing as he avoided her gaze. Lucy adjusted her glasses, her expression smug. Gracie fidgeted, wringing her hands, her ponytail swaying.

“What’s going on?” Billie asked, her voice steadier than she felt.

She edged toward the time clock, swiping her key card. The machine beeped, logging her in.

Lucy stepped forward, handheld device already in hand.

“New protocol. We shrink you right after clocking in. Saves time.”

Before Billie could protest, Lucy aimed the device. The familiar tingle spread through her body. The walls stretched upward, the floor expanded, and her coworkers ballooned into giants. Soon, she stood at six inches tall, craning her neck to stare up at the towering figures encircling her.

Billie backed up, heart pounding.

“Wait, h-hang on guys!” she called up, heart racing.

“You forgot her collar,” Sam pointed out smugly.

Lucy glanced at her other hand, which still held the pest control band.

“Oops,” Lucy said with a shrug.

“Hey, what is—?” Billie started to shout.

Cal lunged suddenly, like a mountain leaping to life. His massive hand scooped her up. His fingers clamped around her waist, pinning her arms.

His free hand grabbed her polo, giant fingers yanking roughly. Fabric tore with a sharp rip, exposing her bra-clad breasts.

“Cal! Stop!” Billie shrieked, kicking her legs.

Panic surged, but so did arousal, her pussy tingled as his giant fingers tugged at her jeans next, popping the button and shredding the denim down her thighs.

“God, these tits,” Cal grunted, ignoring her.

He ripped her bra free, her breasts bouncing into view, nipples already erect. His thumb brushed one, sending a jolt through her. She gasped, hating how her body responded.

He hooked her panties, tearing them off with a final yank, leaving her completely naked.

“Cal!” Lucy said, but she only sounded mildly annoyed. “You were supposed to strip her, not just rip her clothes off like that. We can’t keep reimbursing her, you idiot.”

Cal’s pudgy face winced.

“S-sorry, I just… she’s so…”

His thumb jostled her breasts.

Lucy rolled her eyes.

“Save it. Give her to me and go stock shelves.”

Cal deposited Billie into Lucy’s hand, then hurried away.

Billie dangled in Lucy’s fist, her naked skin prickling under the giantess’s touch. Lucy’s thumb absentmindedly stroked her hip, grazing her ass.

Lucy’s face rushed toward her when she lifted her up, her slightly-dank morning breath assaulting her.

“As for you, Miss Mini,” Lucy said, “you’re our stress-relief toy in the break room. Gracie’s watching over you.”

“Stress relief?” Billie repeated nervously. “What do you—?”

But Lucy was speaking to Gracie, ignoring Billie’s question.

“Keep her available for anyone on break,” Lucy said to Gracie. “But make sure they play nice. Don’t want her to get hurt.”

“O-okay,” Gracie said, sounding even more nervous than Billie.

And that was the end of the conversation. Billie didn’t have any say whatsoever. Lucy simply shot her hand out to Gracie, sending Billie’s breasts jiggling, offering Billie like a toy or knickknack.

Gracie gingerly plucked the naked woman from Lucy’s grasp. Her giant face loomed with shifting expressions of shyness and eagerness.

Gracie carried Billie down the hall, her steps shaking Billie’s nude breasts gently in her fist.
The break room door loomed like a massive gate. Inside, the dingy space felt familiarly cavernous: stained couches like vast gray plains, fold-out tables rising like mesas, vending machines humming ominously.

Gracie placed Billie on one of the tables, near a stack of plastic chairs.

She sat down, her ponytail swishing as she leaned in, eyes darting over Billie’s body.

Billie stood, arms covering her chest, thighs squeezed together.

Gracie’s gaze lingered on Billie’s breasts that peeked through her arms. Her hand hovered, then descended gently. Her fingers brushed Billie’s shoulder, tentative.

“You’re so small at this size but still so…detailed.”

She tried to move Billie’s arms aside. Billie found herself letting the shy giantess expose her breasts.
Gracie brushed Billie’s right breast. Billie shivered, nipple hardening under the touch.
“They’re so soft.”

Gracie’s thumb circled Billie’s nipple slowly, almost reverently, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through her. Billie bit her lip, trying to stifle a gasp, but it escaped anyway, a tiny, high-pitched sound that made Gracie’s eyes widen.

“You really like it when people play with them, don’t you?” Gracie asked.

She continued to tenderly stroke and tweak Billie’s breasts.

Billie’s throat worked. Her fists repeatedly clenched and opened. Her thighs pressed together. A high moan escaped her lips.

Gracie’s giant face smiled shyly.

Gracie suddenly gasped and her hand darted away.

Billie groaned in annoyance, an instinctive reaction that rose within her before she even thought about it.

Then Billie’s stomach seemed to drop when she saw Cal lumber into view, steps shaking the table.

“Aren’t you supposed to be stocking shelves?” she shouted up at him.

“Yeah, yeah, but I’m taking an early break.”

“You shouldn’t be on break yet,” Gracie said.

His hand shot out, scooping Billie up before Gracie could react. Billie yelped as his fingers clamped around her, rougher than Gracie’s, his thumb already jostling her breasts like they were stress balls.

“Cal! Put her down!” Gracie protested, standing up. “You can’t just—”

“Shut up, Gracie,” Cal muttered, his babyish face twisting in lust.

He squeezed Billie’s boobs harder, pinching a nipple between thumb and forefinger. Billie gasped, her body responding despite the annoyance and fear spiking in her gut.

“God, these things are perfect. So big and soft…”

Billie’s pussy throbbed as his fingers roamed lower, one pressing insistently against her slick entrance.

He rubbed clumsily, eliciting another moan from her.

Suddenly his fist was rushing toward the break room door.

Billie’s eyes widened and she squirmed and thrashed.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Billie shouted.

“Cal! Bring her back!” Gracie called.

Billie’s world blurred as Cal hurried to the men’s restroom, the same one from yesterday. He burst through the door, checked the stalls, then locked himself in the large one.

“No, Cal, please, not again!” Billie begged, her voice cracking.

But he was already dropping his shorts, his modest dick springing free, half-hard and twitching.

“Gotta be quick,” he panted, slamming Billie against his shaft.

She screamed into the sweaty flesh as his fist gripped her tighter, pumping her up and down. Her breasts raked over the head, her pussy grinding against the veiny length. Precum smeared her skin, the musky scent overwhelming. Despite her protests, the friction ignited her arousal, her clit pulsed with each stroke.

“Fuck… your body feels so good…” Cal groaned, speeding up.

Billie’s cries turned to moans, her hips bucking instinctively.

He froze, holding her face and breasts in front of his cock head, and a second later, cum erupted, hot ropes coating her face, breasts, and hair.

Her disgusted screams turned to gagging splutters as his seed filled her mouth.

Cal cleaned her roughly under the sink, muttering apologies that sounded half-hearted.

“Don’t tell anyone, okay? It’s just… you’re too hot.”

As he was idly fondling her ass as he cleaned, she heard the bathroom door slam open.

A figure tromped by behind Cal, who glanced guiltily over his shoulder.

Billie felt Cal’s hand trembling, and heard the tinkling of someone peeing into the urinal.

Then a new giant stepped up beside Cal and began washing at the adjacent sink.

He seemed as young as Cal and Billie, with jet-black hair and matching black eyes, tan skin, and a handsome face. A traffic safety vest hung on his strong shoulders. His name tag read “Ethan.”

He glanced over at Cal with a bored stare, until he saw Billie. Then his dark eyes widened.

“Fuck. Is that the new Mini employee everyone’s been talking about?” he asked in a confident, tenor voice that sent Billie’s heart beating faster.

Her heart beat faster still as his eyes shamelessly roamed over her nude body.

“Yeah,” Cal said quickly.
“What… are you doing with her?” Ethan asked.

“Err, just cleaning her off,” Cal said nervously.

Ethan’s eyes widened, then he smirked.

“Fuck, did you just…?”

He nodded meaningfully at the stalls.

Cal’s pudgy face reddened above her. His hands held her dripping body next to the stream of water but had stopped cleaning her.

Ethan leaned in closer to him, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Dude, let me have her for five minutes. I’ll cover your next break if you ever need it. Come on, look at those tits. I’ve been hearing about them all week.”

Cal hesitated, glancing nervously at the door, but the offer clearly tempted him.

“Fine… but be quick. And don’t tell Lucy.”

Ethan’s grin widened as Cal reluctantly passed Billie into his waiting palm.

The new giant’s fingers were firmer, more confident, wrapping around her torso like he’d done this before. He carried her straight into the large stall and locked the door behind them.

“Fuck, your tiddies are amazing!” he moaned.

His giant fingers squeezed, pinched, and jabbed her naked breasts ravenously. She knew where this was going, but she couldn’t help moaning herself and thrusting her nude chest into his horny digits.

“Mm, you like that, you busty lil’ bitch?”

Ethan’s dirty talk poured over her in a low, cocky rumble.

“Look at you, tiny little slut getting wet just from a guy playing with your fat tits. Bet you’ve been creaming yourself all morning thinking about cocks, huh? Yeah… that’s it, moan for me. God, these nipples are so fucking hard. You’re such a horny little doll, aren’t you?”

Every crude word sent fresh heat flooding between her legs. Billie hated how much it turned her on. Her hips rocked against his palm, pussy dripping as he continued mauling her breasts.

“Fuck yeah,” Ethan growled. “Time to put that sexy little body to work.”

He yanked his pants down, freeing a thick, veiny teen cock that dwarfed her. Without warning he pressed her entire front against the hot shaft, her breasts squishing around the head while her pussy dragged along the underside.

For the second time in fifteen minutes, Billie’s miniature, nude body was ground against a giant cock. Up and down, faster and faster, her nipples scraping the circumcised head, her clit grinding against the pulsing shaft.

“Shit… so soft… so warm…” he panted. “Gonna paint this busty little body.”

Billie came hard before he did, screaming into his cock as her orgasm slammed through her. Seconds later Ethan groaned, and once again, thick ropes of cum blasted across her face, chest, and stomach, drenching her completely.

Panting, he rinsed her off in the sink with rough, impatient hands.

“Jesus, you made me cum way too fast, you little whore. Don’t act all innocent next time.”

###

Ethan dumped her unceremoniously back onto the break-room table in front of a stunned Gracie.

Gracie’s eyes went wide.

“What happened? Where’s Cal?”

Ethan just smirked and walked out without a word.

Gracie stared after him, then gently scooped Billie up.

“Oh my God… are you okay?”

Her voice was soft, trembling with concern. 

“I’m so sorry… I tried to stop him…”

Suddenly her massive upper body was leaning over Billie like a mountaintop folded downward. A giant hand pressed into Billie’s back and began scooting her across the table.

Billie gasped as Gracie’s modest but still huge chest drifted steadily closer.

Gracie pushed Billie into her breast, like getting pressed into a warm, firm mattress. The material of Gracie’s polo scratched teasingly at Billie’s exposed nipples.

“You are so cute at this size,” Gracie’s voice said in a singsong rumble that hummed through her giant breast and into Billie’s core. “And so cute when you get excited.”

She pinched Billie’s hips gently between finger and thumb, and seconds later a finger began stroking Billie’s ass.

Billie moaned into Gracie’s huge, warm breast.

“G-Gracie!” her muffled voice called. “I… I…”

But she couldn’t form words, couldn’t even decide if this was what she wanted right now or not. She only knew Gracie’s touch on her naked body, and her huge, firm boob, felt amazing.

Gracie started rocking her gently, grinding Billie’s sensitive breasts and pussy against the soft swell of her chest through the polo shirt. The friction was slow, steady, and relentless. Billie’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking helplessly. The combination of Gracie’s gentle care and the firm pressure against her nipples and clit pushed her over the edge again.

She came with a tiny, broken cry, shuddering hard against Gracie’s breast, her juices soaking a small wet spot into the fabric.

Gracie’s breath hitched. She held Billie there for a long moment, letting her come down, then carefully lifted her away.

“Come on… let’s get you to your break room. You’ve earned some rest.”

Gracie’s palm was warm and steady as she carried the trembling, spent Mini down the hallway toward the special closet break room. For the first time all day, Billie felt something close to safety, even if it was only temporary.

###

Billie stirred on the soft white rug of her miniature break room. The tiny couch and fridge looked normal from her six-inch perspective, but the plastic guardrail rising around the shelf reminded her exactly where she was. Her body ached in the best and worst ways. She pushed herself up on shaky arms and blinked.

Gracie was sitting cross-legged on the closet floor, back against the wall, watching her with those big, worried, hazel eyes. The giantess had pulled her knees up, arms wrapped around them, polo shirt slightly rumpled. 

“You’re awake,” Gracie said softly, voice gentle thunder. “I… I didn’t want to leave you alone after everything. Is that okay?”

Billie nodded, then swallowed.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Can I...hold you again?” Gracie asked.

Billie felt her skin tingle and her nipples harden.

“Yeah,” she called down.

Gracie moved slowly, like an uncurling mountain, then her fist gently wrapped around Billie and lifted her off the shelf and over the guardrail. The giantess sat down again, holding Billie seated in her cupped palm.


Billie stared up at her beautiful, shy face, conscious of her bare ass nestled in Gracie’s palm, and of the gaze of Gracie’s eyes boring into Billie’s nude breasts.

“I hate that I like this!” Billie blurted out.

Gracie’s eyes widened in surprise.

Billie was surprised too, but she kept going, the words spilling out.

“I like all of it. The grabbing, the squeezing, the way they just… use me. I keep telling myself I should quit, that it’s humiliating, that I’m better than this. But every time someone picks me up, every time a giant finger touches me…I get so wet. I cum so hard. I’m such a freak.”

Gracie’s billboard-sized expression softened.

“You’re not broken, Billie.” She hesitated, then added quietly, “I think it’s kind of hot, actually. The way you light up when someone plays with you. Even when you’re yelling at them to stop.”

Billie let out a shaky laugh.

“God, I’m so messed up.”

“You’re not,” Gracie whispered. “You’re beautiful. And brave.”

Suddenly, her hand shifted, and her other hand floated up, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and lifted it up, revealing a simple white cotton bra cup.

“Here, let me take care of you again,” Gracie breathed quietly.

Billie’s heart pounded as Gracie pulled the bra cup down and her breast spilled free: small, pert, perfectly shaped, nipple already stiff and rosy, and the entire thing still bigger than Billie’s whole body.

She gently pressed Billie’s entire body against her breast.

Billie immediately wrapped her arms around the warm swell as far as they could reach. She instinctively latched onto the nipple with her mouth, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Gracie gasped, a soft sound like musical birdsong high in the trees.

“Good Billie,” Gracie breathed. “Suck on my tit little girl.”

Billie sucked, tongue swirling around the stiff peak, cheeks hollowing. She could feel Gracie’s gigantic heartbeat thrumming against her cheek.

Billie sensed Gracie’s body moving, like a gentle earthquake, and thought she heard the rustling of clothing followed by wet, rhythmic sounds filling the tiny space.

“Mm…just like that,” Gracie breathed, voice husky. “You feel so good on my nipple… tiny little mouth… oh god…”

Billie moaned around the breast, grinding her own slick pussy against the soft underside of Gracie’s boob.

The friction, the taste, the gentle pressure of Gracie’s hand on her back, it was perfect. She sucked and licked and rocked until her entire body quivered.

Billie came with a muffled cry as she clung to the giant breast and shuddered through wave after wave as her juices smeared across the smooth skin beneath her.

To her delight, at the same time, Gracie emitted a keening whimper that rang with orgasmic pleasure and her entire chest quaked.

As the release drained from both girls’ bodies, Gracie’s body slowly lay down on the floor. On the great expanse of Gracie’s body, from the corner of Billie’s eye, Billie saw Gracie’s other hand withdraw from her pants.

Billie remained sprawled across Gracie’s breast, cheek pressed to the warm, damp nipple, legs dangling over the curve.

For a few blissful seconds, the only sound was Gracie’s steady breathing.

Then the closet door swung open.

Billie’s head snapped up to see Sam standing in the doorway, an amused, wicked grin spreading across her face as she took in the scene.

“Hey, no fair,” Sam drawled, folding her arms. “You’re supposed to keep her in the break room so we can all have a turn.”

Billie struggled weakly in Sam’s fist as the girl carried her down the hallway. She punched and shoved in annoyance at Sam’s thumb as it idly toyed with her breasts.

“Why can’t Gracie take me back?” Billie shouted up.

Sam smirked.

“Ah, missing your giant girlfriend already?” Sam taunted. “She seemed pretty sad to let you go.”

She brought Billie closer to her face and with a wide sneer, whispered loudly, breath and spit spraying into Billie’s face,

“Like I was taking away her favorite doll.”

“Fuck you!” Billie shouted.

“Hmm, not a bad idea,” Sam replied, face still filling Billie’s vision, “but we don’t have a lot of time… Hey, I know!”

She stepped into a random side room, and her free hand lifted up her shirt and slung it over her pink bra.

Billie’s eyes widened and her gut churned in rising anxiety.

“W-what?”

“Saw you macking on Gracie’s tit. Mine could use some love too.”

She pulled her bra down, sending her breasts springing out. Despite being smallish on Sam, the boobs still awed Billie despite herself with their perkiness, along with the fact that they still dwarfed her miniature body.

Suddenly, Sam’s fingers began roughly manipulating Billie, pinning her arms, spreading her legs, and whisking her toward one giant breast.

Billie screamed when she realized what was happening, seconds before Sam’s nipple shoved inside her wet but tired pussy.

“Mm!” Sam growled like a rumbling volcano. “Fuck, that’s the shit!”

“No!” Billie cried.

“Ah, shut your mouth, Mini Slut!”

“No!” Billie cried, the word breaking into a gasp as the thick, rubbery nub stretched her open.

The nipple was bigger around than two of her fingers, forcing her inner walls to spread painfully wide. Sam rocked her hips in tiny, deliberate circles, using the sensitive peak like a living dildo. Billie’s clit dragged against the smooth, warm skin of Sam’s breast with every motion, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure shooting through her exhausted body.

Sam’s free hand pressed Billie’s back firmly, keeping her impaled.

“That’s it… fuck my nipple like the horny little doll you are. Grind that tiny pussy on me.”

Billie’s hips bucked despite herself. The friction was relentless, the giant nipple rubbing every sensitive inch inside her. She moaned, half in protest and half in shameful need, her breasts squishing against the warm flesh of Sam’s tit.

Sam’s breathing grew louder.

“Good girl… keep riding it. I can feel you getting wetter.”

She increased the rhythm, bouncing Billie up and down so the nipple plunged in and out of her stretched pussy with wet, obscene sounds. Billie’s thighs trembled, her toes curled, and fresh juices coated the giant nipple despite how sore she already felt. The shame burned hotter than the pleasure, but the pleasure won anyway.

After several long, humiliating minutes, Sam finally pulled Billie off with a wet pop. The shrunken girl dangled from her fingers, gasping, pussy glistening and twitching. Sam smirked down at her.

“Time for the meeting. Too bad you look like you just got railed.”

“W-what?” Billie squeaked.

“You’ve been personally requested to attend this meeting. Corporate loves our little stress-relief program, and the managers want to see you in action,” Sam said with a smirk.

“Wait!” Billie wailed.

But Sam had already pushed open the door.

Her hand swung Billie through the air and deposited her on a conference table in the center of a room that rose around her miniature body as if she stood at the bottom of a vast canyon.

Billie stood completely naked, arms instinctively crossing over her heavy breasts, thighs pressed tightly together. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as four giant faces turned toward her.

The table quaked beneath her as Sam walked out without a word and shut the door.

Brian sat at the head of the table, handsome and confident in his dress shirt and tie. Lucy was to his right, glasses perched on her nose, a smug little smile playing on her lips. Danielle lounged to his left, looking far too pleased with herself.

And on the far side sat a new face, a woman who looked around twenty-five, with soft, rounded curves that strained the buttons of her polo shirt. Her full cheeks dimpled when she smiled, and her eyes widened with open delight when she saw Billie.

Brian cleared his throat.

“Welcome, Billie. Glad you could join us. This is Christy, by the way,” he added, gesturing to the new woman, “our Merchandising Manager.”

His tone was pleasant, almost fatherly, but his next words made Billie’s stomach drop.

“Feel free to relieve any stress during the meeting using our Mini, everyone.”

Before Billie could even process the words, hands were reaching for her.

Lucy was first. She pinched Billie’s arms and dragged her in front of her, fingers immediately cupping and squeezing Billie’s breasts.

“These really are impressive,” Lucy murmured, thumbs circling the nipples until they stiffened.

Billie bit her lip, trying not to moan as Lucy rolled the sensitive buds between her fingers, pinching just hard enough to send sparks down to her core.

Brian’s voice rumbled on about some item of business or another, but Billie’s brain hardly registered as Lucy continued to molest her robust chest.

Christy leaned across the table, her large, soft breasts resting on it.

“Can I have a turn?” Her voice was sweet but still penetrating.

“Sure,” Lucy answered, but she sounded annoyed.

Christy picked Billie up gently and whisked her through the air and the next thing Billie knew, she was pressed face-first into the deep, warm hills of Christy’s chest. The soft, pillowy flesh of a chest almost as impressive as her own, but ten times her size, engulfed Billie, smothering her in warmth and the faint scent of vanilla lotion.

“She’s so cute!” Christy whispered.

Billie’s legs kicked helplessly as Christy pinned her against her breasts, while Lucy droned on about coupon pricing.

Danielle got her next, pinning her face-up on the table and molesting her breast and pussy with a long-nailed fingertip. The HR manager rubbed Billie’s snatch lazily while discussing new employee sexual harassment policies.

Brian leaned back in his chair.

“One last item before we adjourn. Billie?” he called.

Danielle slid Billie on her butt across the table in front of Brian.

Billie climbed to her feet, legs trembling, nipples hard, pussy throbbing, arms covering her breasts as she stood naked in front of the store manager, who stared calmly down at her.

“Billie, for your outstanding contributions, you’ve already been selected as Employee of the Month,” Brian said with a warm smile.

He seemed to be waiting for a response. Billie wasn’t sure what to say. It seemed like a ridiculous prize for everything that had been done to her so far.

“Uh...thanks?”

“And if you agree to one more small request,” he continued, “we’ll add another dollar to your hourly rate.”

“What request?” Billie asked, voice sounding small and frail in her ears.

“We’d like you to live here at the store for the next week. You’ll stay in your miniature break room, of course. You’ll help entertain new-hires during orientation, keep the staff relaxed during breaks, and be available for special customer demonstrations. It would be a huge boost for the pilot program.”

He lifted a single sheet of paper from his lap and slid it across the table toward her, then placed a normal-sized pen beside it. The pen was longer than Billie’s entire body.

“As a consolation for being naked so much lately,” Brian added, “we’ve prepared a special Mini uniform for you. Something cute and… practical.”

He smiled again.

“I’ll personally explain the situation to your mother,” he continued. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it simple. Tell her you’ve been asked to help with an important overnight training project.”

Billie stared at the giant contract, heart hammering. The offer was insane. Live at the store. Be a full-time toy for an entire week. Her mind screamed at her to say no. But another part of her, the part that had cum harder than ever before in the last few days, whispered that she wanted it. The shame, the helplessness, the constant use… it made her ache with need.

Her hands shook as she gripped the giant pen. It was heavy and awkward, but she dragged it across the paper, scrawling her name in shaky, oversized letters. The moment the final stroke finished, Brian clapped his hands once, ringing her eardrums.

“Very good. Meeting adjourned.”

The others stood and filed out without another word. The heavy door clicked shut behind them, leaving only Brian and Billie alone in the quiet conference room.
Brian remained seated at the head of the table, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded across his stomach. His calm, handsome face studied her for a long moment.

Billie stood naked in front of him, arms still crossed over her chest, thighs clamped together.
“Well, Billie,” he said at last, voice warm and conversational, as if they were discussing the weather, “you’ve certainly made quite an impression around here.”

One of his large hands drifted forward. His fingers, thick and warm, gently but firmly uncrossed her arms and lifted them away from her breasts. He lifted one heavy tit on his forefinger.

“You know,” he continued casually, “when we first got the Mini program approved, I thought it would be a fun promotional gimmick. Sign a few extra credit cards, maybe get some social media buzz. I never expected a nineteen-year-old with tits like these to turn the whole store upside down.”

His finger circled her nipple slowly, teasing it until it stiffened into a hard little peak. Billie’s breath hitched. She tried to pull away, but his other hand snaked behind her, calloused palm holding her in place.

His finger moved on to the other breast, repeating the slow, casual stroking.

“Y-you’re okay with doing this...to an employee?” Billie gasped in equal parts shock, confusion, and growing arousal.

“You signed the contract pretty quickly,” the giant manager said. “That tells me you like it more than you want to admit.”

He tweaked her nipple lightly. A soft, involuntary moan slipped from Billie’s lips before she could stop it.

Brian chuckled.

His hand slid down her body, finger tracing the curve of her waist, then slipping between her thighs. He didn’t force them apart; he simply stroked the sensitive skin there until her legs trembled and parted on their own. One thick fingertip brushed along her slick folds, spreading the wetness he found there.

“Already soaked,” he observed, almost conversationally.

He pushed the tip of his finger inside her and held it there. Billie’s knees buckled. She grabbed his finger for balance, like trying to hold onto a tree trunk. Her hips rocked helplessly against his finger.

Her mind whirled.

“It...it’s weird that you’re doing this to me,” she called, voice cracking.

“Is it that weird?” he asked, smiling. “You like it. The first contract you signed waved most of your rights while you are a Mini. The second contract you signed waved even more.”

He pushed her gently off her feet and into his warm, cupped palm. His finger worked her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes, never rushed, just kept her teetering on the edge until her legs shook and her breathing came in short, desperate gasps.

She finally came with a high cry, her whole body clenching around his finger as pleasure crashed through her. Brian kept his finger there, letting her ride it out, murmuring soft encouragement the whole time.

“Good girl,” he said quietly when her tremors finally eased. “Very good.”

He withdrew his finger and laid Billie down on the table, where she collapsed onto her side, panting, cheeks flushed, thighs slick.

His monolithic form leaned back in his chair again. He smiled down at her.

“Welcome to the team, Employee of the Month. I think you’re going to fit in just fine.”

Brian’s warm, steady hand closed around Billie’s naked body. His palm cupped her back and bottom, fingers gently but firmly pressing into the soft curves of her ass and the underside of one heavy breast. He lifted her from the table without a word, cradling her against his chest as he stood.

“Time to get you set up,” he said in that same calm, conversational tone he had used while fingering her seconds earlier.

Billie squirmed in his grip, her bare skin sliding against the crisp fabric of his dress shirt. “Wait, where are we going?”

“Danielle’s office. We need to go over the new safety guidelines now that you’re officially Employee of the Month.”

His thumb stroked slowly along the side of her breast, brushing the sensitive nipple each time.

“Can’t have any more incidents like the ones in the bathroom. Corporate wants you protected.”

He carried her out of the conference room and down the long employee hallway. Every step made his hand shift, his fingers squeezing and releasing her ass in a slow, rhythmic motion. Billie’s face burned as she felt his thumb kept returning to her nipple, rolling it gently, teasing it until it stood stiff and aching.

By the time they reached Danielle’s office, Billie’s breathing was ragged and her thighs were slick.

Danielle looked up from her desk, a bright smile spreading across her face when she saw Billie nestled in Brian’s hand.

Brian stepped inside and set Billie gently on the edge of Danielle’s desk.

Billie felt a surge of pleasant surprise when she saw Gracie standing beside Danielle’s desk like a shy, living statue.

“Danielle, will you please review the guidelines you’ve just been discussing with Gracie?” Brian intoned.

“Of course.”

Danielle leaned forward, elbows on the desk, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses as she smirked down at Billie.

“First. No more bathroom kidnappings. No more unscheduled private sessions in stalls or closets without prior approval.”

Billie nodded, surprised by the reasonableness of these guidelines but wondering how in the hell she was going to enforce them.

“Second,” Danielle continued, “Gracie is going to be given increased responsibility. She’ll be your official caretaker. She’ll escort you between locations, monitor you during breaks, and make sure the safety rules are followed. Brian suggested it, and I think it’s a good fit.”

Gracie smiled shyly over at Billie, who felt a sudden burning in her chest.

“I insist,” Brian’s voice rumbled meaningfully from behind Billie. “Gracie, you are to enforce these rules. Get a little backbone, hmm? It would be a shame if I had to terminate you over this.”

Despite her own situation, Billie felt a pang of sympathy for Gracie as the shy girl hugged herself shamefully.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” Brian added. 

With that, he left, causing the desk to shake, closing the door behind him.

The moment the latch clicked, Danielle’s expression shifted from professional to hungry. She reached out and scooped Billie into her palm, lifting her close to her face. Her free hand roamed over Billie’s body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, then sliding down to pinch her ass.

Billie glanced over at Gracie as the molestation continued right in front of the other woman.

“You were such a good girl in the meeting. Letting everyone play with you like that,” Danielle hissed.

Billie whimpered as Danielle’s fingers explored her without hurry. The HR manager’s touch was confident, with a sharp edge of possession in the way she pinched and stroked. Billie struggled weakly, but was soon moaning and thrusting her curves into Danielle’s fingers, as the woman’s billboard face sneered down at her.

After several long minutes of fondling, Danielle finally set Billie back on the desk and reached into a drawer. She pulled out a small, folded garment and held it up.

“Here’s your new uniform. Corporate wanted something that still shows off the assets but gives you a little dignity.”

The outfit was a skintight, glossy black one-piece suit made of some stretchy, shiny material. It looked like it would cling to every curve. The top was cut so low that it would barely cover the lower halves of Billie’s breasts. The bottom was a high-cut thong style that would leave her ass almost completely bare.
Billie stared at it, cheeks burning.

“What the hell? I might as well be naked.”

Danielle shrugged, smiling wickedly.

“Okay, if that’s what you want…”

She pulled open the drawer again.

“Wait!” Billie shouted, stomach tightening.

She honestly didn’t know if she preferred being naked or not while being a Mini, which scared her. But ruling out the option to have some clothing seemed like a bad idea.

“I’ll put it on.”

Danielle laughed softly. “Oh no, sweetie. That’s not how this works.”

She unfolded the suit and snatched Billie up, whisking her off the desk.

“Hey! Wait!” Billie screamed.

Danielle ignored her, strong fingers pushing and manipulating Billie’s body like dressing a doll.

The fabric stretched tight, molding to Billie’s skin and forcing her breasts upward until they spilled heavily over the low neckline for Danielle to poke and prod. Danielle adjusted the suit with deliberate tugs, pulling the thong portion between Billie’s legs and smoothing it over her ass, then continued to rub her ass cheeks and slide her digit up into Billie’s pussy, making the girl squirm even more.

Danielle finally set her back on the desk.

Billie stood with her fists clenched, breasts heaving and mostly bare, the glossy black material gleaming under the office lights and clinging to Billie like a second skin.

“Perfect,” Danielle said, voice husky. “Now you look like an official store toy.”

“I thought I was the store Employee of the Month!” Billie growled up at the giantess.

Danielle shrugged.

“Whatever.”

She turned to Gracie.

“You’re up. Take her back to the break room,” Danielle ordered.

“Okay,” Gracie said nervously.

She gently picked Billie up in her palm and strode out of the office.

Once she settled into Gracie’s palm, Billie felt her entire body relaxing.

As the palm bobbed and surroundings rushed past, Billie looked up at Gracie’s gigantic upper body looming over her.

“What do you think?” Billie asked, pointing to herself to indicate the new outfit.

Gracie’s giant face blushed and she bit her lip. 

“It… it looks really good on you,” Gracie said softly. “The black makes your skin look even paler. And your… your chest looks incredible in it.” 

Billie felt her own face heat up. She crossed her arms over her mostly-bare breasts, but the shiny material only pushed them higher.

“I feel like a porn star doll.” 

Gracie’s thumb brushed lightly along Billie’s side in what might have been meant as comfort, but Billie noticed, with a thrill, that Gracie didn’t disagree.

###

When they reached the main employee break room, it was empty. Gracie carried Billie over to one of the fold-out tables and carefully set her down near the edge. 

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Gracie pulled out a chair and sat down, resting her chin on her folded arms so her face was closer to Billie’s level. The shy giantess studied her with those big, worried eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Gracie asked quietly. “After everything today… the meeting, Brian, Danielle… you looked so overwhelmed. Are you...really okay with staying here as a Mini for a week?”

Billie sat down on the cool table surface, hugging her knees to her chest. The tight uniform creaked slightly as she moved.

“I don’t know,” Billie called up to her. “I keep thinking I should hate all of this. That I should be furious. But every time I have a chance to stop it all, I keep going deeper.”

Gracie’s expression softened with sympathy. She reached out one careful finger and gently stroked Billie’s black hair, brushing a few strands behind her tiny ear.

“I think it’s brave that you can admit it,” Gracie said. “I wish I could be that brave. I don’t think I can enforce the new rules…”

“You can,” Billie said, not failing to notice the irony in her encouraging the giant girl. “I think you’re tougher and smarter than you let people know, Gracie.”

Her hand continued petting Billie, but her face looked away.

“I don’t think so,” Gracie whispered, but at Billie’s size it still reached her ears clearly.

“Hey,” Billie called.

She waited until Gracie’s eyes looked at her again.

“If nothing else, just act brave for me,” Billie said. “You’re like my...giant wing-man.”

Gracie slowly smiled.

“O-okay.”

She paused for a long moment before continuing.

“You know, I think another reason it’s tough for me to enforce the rules is because… like I said earlier, I...do think it’s kinda hot, especially when you try to fight it at first…and then you start moaning and moving against their fingers. It makes my stomach feel all fluttery.”  

The confession hung in the air between them. Billie felt a fresh wave of heat bloom between her legs.

“You mean earlier when you...fucked my miniature body?” Billie called up huskily.

As she spoke, she slowly climbed to her feet, put her hands on her hips, and thrust out her ample cleavage in the new outfit.

Gracie’s eyes widened, she bit her lip harder, and her giant hand trembled as it slowly brushed the tops of Billie’s breasts.

Suddenly, the break room door swung open and Ethan sauntered in.

Gracie gasped and jerked her hand back.

“Ah fuck,” Billie growled in annoyance.

“Heh, perfect,” Ethan said as he stomped over to the table, sending it quaking beneath Billie.

His eyes locked onto her standing on the table in her shiny black uniform. His grinning face leered down at her.

“Ah, damn, they put some clothes on you. Barely,” he sneered. “Ready for round two?” he added.

Billie trembled, not sure what she was excited or terrified.

“Uh, no more bathroom trips,” Gracie said nervously. “She’s only supposed--”

“Who asked you?” he growled at her. “Just let me have some fun, huh?”

Gracie shot Billie a glance, and Billie felt another wave of irony at the helplessness in the giant girl’s face.

Billie straightened her back, and folded her arms across her chest, doing her best to cover her cleavage.

“Stop bullying her!” Billie shouted.

Ethan’s face dropped closer and he sneered. His dank breath wafted over her.

“Ah, the little Mini slut is acting all tough,” he taunted, “like I didn’t just use you as a cum loofah earlier.”

Her face burned, her nipples hardened, her heart raced, her pussy throbbed.

“Cut it out!” Gracie snapped.

Ethan’s giant head whipped up to look at her in surprise.

Billie glanced over in her own surprise.

“I’m in charge of her now,” Gracie continued. “She’s my responsibility. Follow the rules or fuck off. Or, as a third option, you can deal with Brian when I tell him how you ignored the rules and acted like a dick doing it.”

Ethan stared at her, momentarily speechless.

Then his sneer returned, so annoying but also intriguing on his oversized, youthful face.

He turned that sneer on Billie.

“I think Billie here knows all about dicks, especially gigantic ones, huh Mini slut?”

Billie simply lifted a hand and flipped off the giant teen.

He chuckled.

“Hmm. Fine, bitches. I’ll just play with her right here, right now.”

His teenage hand reached out and scooped Billie up.

His free hand tugged at the already low neckline of her uniform, pulling the stretchy material down until both of her heavy breasts spilled completely free. The cool air hit her sensitive nipples, making them harden instantly.

His hot breath washed over her skin a second before his lips closed around one breast He sucked hard, tongue swirling around the stiff peak, like suckling on a juicy grape.

Billie gasped, her back arching involuntarily.

“Oh god…” 

Ethan chuckled around her breast, the vibration traveling straight to her core. He sucked greedily while a finger slid down her body and slipped between her legs, rubbing her through the thin material of the uniform’s thong.

“Oh fuck!” Billie moaned.

Her head lolled to the side, and she caught sight of Gracie’s giantess visage watching the entire thing with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

And Billie found herself winking at the other woman.

Gracie’s eyes got even wider. Her lips twitched. 

Suddenly, Ethan’s finger strayed over the thong and poked her soaking pussy, and an orgasmic current ripped through Billie’s entire body.

Billie cried out sharply as she convulsed in the teenage dude’s hand, juices soaking the crotch of her tiny uniform as she shuddered and gasped.

And as much as she could, she stared straight over at Gracie as she came.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” she screamed.

Ethan finally pulled his mouth off her breast with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her glistening nipple. He grinned. 

“Not bad,” he said, sounding satisfied.

He dumped Billie back on the table, sending her rolling onto her back.

“I knew you would cum for me again, slut.”

Then, without another word, he walked over to the couch, plopped down, and began scrolling on his phone.

Billie climbed onto her hands and knees, panting, breasts still hanging out of her pulled-down uniform, thighs slick. 

“That was…really hot,” Gracie whispered from above, like a voice from heaven.

Billie looked up, still panting, and grinned.

“I know,” Billie said.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a steady stream of coworkers playing with her as Gracie dutifully enforced the rules…

…and watched.

Gracie’s shift finally came to an end. The tall, shy giantess lingered in the employee break room, her big worried eyes fixed on Billie with that familiar mix of concern and quiet hunger.

Billie stood near the edge of the fold-out table in her glossy black uniform, the shiny material still slightly disheveled from the long afternoon of being passed around and played with. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath, the low-cut neckline doing little to contain them.

Gracie pulled out a chair and sat down, resting her chin on her folded arms so her enormous face hovered gently near Billie’s level. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Gracie’s warm breath washed softly over Billie’s body, carrying the faint scent of her strawberry lip balm.

“I really don’t want to leave you here,” Gracie said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Especially after everything that happened today.”

One of her fingers reached out carefully and brushed a stray lock of black hair behind Billie’s tiny ear. The touch was feather-light, almost reverent.

Billie felt an unexpected tightness in her chest. Out of everyone in the store, Gracie was the only one who still made her feel like a person instead of just a toy.

“It’s okay,” she replied, though her voice lacked conviction. “You need to go home and rest. You’ve been watching over me all day.”

Gracie’s giant hand moved lower, her palm gently cupping Billie’s side. Her thumb brushed tenderly across the underside of one of Billie’s breasts.

“Tomorrow I’ll be back first thing. I’ll make sure no one breaks the rules too badly.”

Billie swallowed hard. Part of her wanted to beg Gracie to stay, to hide her somewhere safe for the night. Another part, the part that had been relentlessly aroused all day, felt a shameful thrill at the idea of what the evening shift might bring. She uncrossed her arms and placed her tiny hands on Gracie’s thumb, leaning into the gentle caress.

“You’ve been really good to me,” Billie called softly. 

Gracie smiled shyly as her thumb pressed a little more firmly against Billie’s breast, grazing the stiffening nipple through the thin material. 

“Goodnight, Billie. Be brave for me.”

###

A few minutes later, Sam stepped inside the room. Her eyes glinted mischievously, making Billie’s stomach tighten.

“Hey there, Employee of the Month,” Sam said cheerfully. “Sounds like you’ve been a busy little toy today. Lucy left for the day, but she wants you as the main attraction at the front register for the rest of the evening. Customers love seeing our special Mini in person.”

Billie crossed her arms over her mostly bare chest.

“Great,” she muttered sarcastically.

But her pulse quickened in excitement.

Sam laughed softly and reached down, her warm fingers wrapping around Billie’s waist.

“Oh whatever, you know you like this.”

She lifted Billie effortlessly and carried her out of the break room and into a side room.

On the room’s only table, a new piece of equipment waited. It looked like a doll stand, the kind used for collectible figures. A sturdy clear acrylic base supported a thin metal rod that rose upward. At the top was an adjustable waist clip made of smooth, padded plastic with a locking mechanism. Thin, bendable wire arms extended from the central rod like delicate poseable supports, designed to hold a figure in place without damaging it.

“Corporate sent this over after the meeting,” Sam explained as she set Billie down beside it. “They wanted something secure so you can’t wander off or get knocked over. And it lets you be posed nicely for display.”

Billie backed away. This was not what she had in mind for special ‘customer demonstrations.’

“Uh, this is humiliating,” she called up to Sam. “Can’t I just—”

Sam’s hand grabbed her.

“Hold still.”

Her fingers were gentle but forceful as she positioned Billie against the central rod. The waist clip closed snugly around Billie’s midsection, just above the curve of her hips and below her ribs. It pinned the glossy black material of her uniform tight against her skin, pressing into the soft flesh of her belly and lower back. Billie twisted sharply, trying to slip free, but the clip held fast with a padded grip that distributed pressure evenly so it wouldn’t bruise her.

“Come on! Let me go!”

Billie pushed at the clip with both hands, but it didn’t budge.

Sam hummed pleasantly while she took Billie’s arms and guided them down to her sides. The thin wire supports from the stand clicked into place around each wrist, holding her arms pinned straight against her body. Another pair of shorter wires looped gently but securely just above her elbows, keeping her posture upright and immobile. Billie’s legs remained free from the knees down, but the tight waist restraint and pinned arms left her completely helpless. She could shift her weight slightly and move her head, but she could not escape or even cover herself.

The low-cut top of her uniform kept her heavy breasts thrust forward and mostly exposed, while the high-cut thong left her ass and the front of her mound on full display.

Sam stepped back to admire her work, tilting her head.

“Perfect. You look just like one of those fancy display dolls.”

“Fuck, this is not cool!” Billie shouted.

Billie fought hard, twisting her torso, kicking her legs, and pulling against the wrist wires until her muscles burned. The stand wobbled only a tiny bit on its weighted base. She could not pull her arms forward to cover her chest or push the waist clip down. 

“Nice, Boobie Doll,” Sam quipped. “Thanks for struggling. Lets me see how secure it is, and it makes those tits jiggle nicely.”

She ran her fingers over Billie’s trapped body. Her thumb brushed along the underside of Billie’s breasts, lifting them slightly before letting them settle back into the tight uniform.

“Look at these. They’re spilling out so nicely.”

Sam pinched both nipples through the glossy material, rolling them until they stiffened into aching peaks. Billie gasped and tried to pull away, but the stand held her in place.

Sam’s fingers explored lower, tracing the curve of Billie’s waist where the clip gripped her, then slipping between her thighs. She rubbed two fingertips firmly along the crotch of the tiny thong, pressing the slick fabric against Billie’s folds.

“Already getting wet again. You really do love this, don’t you?”

“I don’t…ah!”

Billie’s protest turned into a moan as Sam’s finger slid under the thong and stroked her bare pussy directly. The giantess took her time, circling Billie’s clit with slow, deliberate pressure. Billie’s breathing grew ragged. She hated how exposed and helpless she felt, yet her body responded with shameful eagerness, hips twitching as much as the restraints allowed.

After several long minutes of thorough molestation that left Billie trembling on the edge, Sam finally stepped back. She lifted the entire doll stand with Billie attached and carried her out of the break room toward the front of the store.

Riding in Sam’s hand and flying down the hallway while stuck to the doll stand felt like an eerie, erotic amusement park ride.

When they emerged into the main store area, she saw that Michael stood behind the cash register. His eyes lit up when he saw Sam approaching with the stand.

“Nice. They actually sent the new display rig. She looks hot like that.”

Sam placed the doll stand on the display rack across from the register, beside a row of regular merchandise: several Funko Pop figures in their boxes, a couple of Barbie dolls in elegant outfits, and three other free-standing dolls similar in size to Billie.

Michael stepped over and his giant hand reached out as his handsome face grinned in delight. His finger tapped Billie’s cheek.

“Hey there, Billie. Love the new outfit. And you look great as a doll.”

“Fuck off,” Billie growled.

He chuckled as his finger trailed down her neck and poked one breast before giving it a gentle squeeze.

“She’s gonna be here for the evening,” Sam said, her giant face also grinning at Billie. “I’ll be back in a bit to take her to her break room.”

“Sure thing,” said Michael.

As soon as Sam strode off, a customer, an older woman in her forties, carried her hand basket full of groceries up to the register. Her eyes widened when she saw Billie.

“Oh my goodness, is that one of those Minis I’ve heard about? She’s adorable posed like that.”

The woman reached out without hesitation and stroked Billie’s hair, then boldly pinched one breast through her top.

“So soft. How much is she?”

Michael laughed.

“Not for sale, ma’am. Billie here is our official store mascot for the week.”

The woman gave Billie’s breast one more squeeze before paying and leaving. Billie whimpered, arousal building.

Michael leaned on the pin-pad counter, smirking across at Billie.

“This is gonna be a fucking fun closing shift,” he said happily.

Billie opened her mouth to shout at him, but her voice was drowned out when the store doors swished open and a group of college-aged guys thundered through, talking and laughing loudly.

One of them saw her, froze, and whistled.

“Holy shit! That doll over there is real! It’s a Mini chick!”

The four guys stomped over to her, rattling the dolls around her and her own display stand. Their handsome faces loomed in front of her, some of their breaths reeked of stale pizza and their faces leered at her in lustful derision.

“Look at those tiddies!” one of them shouted, ringing her eardrums.

“Nice legs and ass too!” another one commented. “A fucking living doll. So hot!”

They each took turns touching her, running fingers over her thighs and ass, pinching and groping. It was like getting assaulted by four horny King Kongs. 

Billie moaned louder despite herself, her body trembling in the stand.

“Fuck, the little doll slut likes this!” one of them hooted.

Through the groping assault of giant fingers, Billie saw Michael watching silently, smirking.

The guys bought some jerky and beer and left.

And the night wore on, slow, erotic, and frustrating, a relentless blur of bright lights, beeping scanners, and wandering hands.

A middle-aged father with two young kids quickly ushered his children past while staring openly, quickly reaching out a thick finger with dirt caked under the nail to trace slowly down Billie’s stomach, following the curve of the waist clip before dipping lower to stroke the front of the tiny thong.

“You poor thing,” he whispered sarcastically. “All locked up and on display like this. Does it turn you on?”

Billie clenched her jaw and tried to twist away, but the stand held her firmly in place.

Yet when the dad’s finger pressed more firmly against her clit through the fabric and rubbed in slow circles, Billie couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped her. Her thighs trembled. The man smiled knowingly and left with his kids.

The humiliation deepened with every new set of eyes on her. People pointed. Phones came out for discreet photos. Comments flew openly.

“Damn, she’s actually alive.”

“Look at those tits spilling out.”

“She’s like the best fucking Barbie ever made.”

“Michael… ah… please,” she moaned at one point, as a lone teen guy rubbed her pussy through her thong. “Get me out...”

Michael just chuckled.

“Customer service, Billie. Gotta keep the shoppers happy.”

By the time the evening rush picked up, Billie was spiraling. A steady stream of hands explored her trapped body.

Billie’s frustration grew with every ignored plea.

“I’m a person!” she protested, louder this time, kicking her free lower legs futilely. “You can’t just leave me here like this!”

Her words only drew more attention. A young woman with bright pink hair and tattoos giggled and slipped a finger under the thong, stroking Billie’s slick folds directly.

“Oh my god, she’s dripping,” the woman announced to her friend.

She pumped her finger slowly in and out while Billie moaned helplessly, her hips twitching against the waist clip. The rising pleasure mixed with deepening humiliation until Billie felt dizzy. She was getting close, embarrassingly close, right there in front of everyone.

Finally, as a woman in her thirties stood with her wide-eyed, preteen son and pulled Billie’s breasts out of her top to poke and prod them, smiling in wonder and commenting on Billie’s “beautiful Barbie boobs,” it became too much. 

Billie’s breathing grew ragged. Sweat glistened on her skin under the store lights. She felt like a cheap interactive toy, poked, prodded, commented on, and used for amusement, yet her pussy throbbed, aching and soaked.

“Oh God! Fuck!” she chirped.

She thrust out her chest, arched her back, and thrashed her legs as the orgasm tore through her.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The mother laughed merrily as her fondling of Billie’s breasts carried Billie through her best orgasm yet.

When it was over, Billie sagged against the doll clip, body sweaty, nearly unconscious.

As the customer walked off, she saw a blurry image of Michael’s giant visage looming close to her.

“Nice job, Employee of the Month,” he murmured in a tone of aroused satisfaction.

###

Sam finally returned a few hours later.

“Bathroom break for our star attraction,” Sam announced cheerfully, reaching for the doll stand.

Billie sagged in relief mixed with lingering throbbing need, her body trembling as Sam lifted her away from the counter.

In her makeshift break room, after she painfully struggled to remove her tight outfit to go to the bathroom, and an equally painful dressing, Billie tried to hide in the porta potty.

She regretted agreeing to this. As much as her body enjoyed it, she was overwhelmed and ashamed, not ready to face another three hours of being a living doll.

Suddenly, something scratched loudly on the potty door, like a huge, wild animal. The animal yanked on the locked door, causing the potty to sway and rock violently.

With a loud ringing, the door ripped off its hinges.

Billie screamed wordlessly as giant fingers seized her and yanked her out.

“Break time’s over, you slacking Boobie Doll!” Sam sang as she lifted the wriggling, thrashing Billie over to the waiting doll stand.

Lucy’s fist bobbed with each confident stride as she carried Billie through the familiar employee hallway.

“Gracie’s already waiting for you,” Lucy said conversationally, as if discussing the weather. “She’s taking her new ‘caretaker’ role very seriously. So cute.”

Billie’s sticky body thrummed with exhaustion, but a familiar, treacherous heat was already building low in her belly at the thought of seeing Gracie again.

But out loud, she just shouted, “Fuck off!” as she wriggled in Lucy’s fist.

Lucy’s hand sailed inside the break room, then descended toward one of the tables.

And Gracie sat there already.

“Here she is,” Lucy announced, opening her fingers and depositing Billie onto the table surface. “She’s a mess. Night shift left her looking like a used party favor. Good luck.”

Gracie stared down at Billie with an intense, concerned scrutiny in her bright eyes. Her giant hand immediately moved toward Billie and hovered protectively near her.

“Thank you, Lucy,” Gracie said without looking away from Billie. “I’ve got her from here.”

Lucy scoffed, then walked away, shaking the table beneath Billie.

Gracie and Billie were alone in the break room.

“You look...tired,” Gracie said. “And sticky,” she added, anger rising in her musical voice. “What happened last night?”

Billie hugged her ample chest in a sudden surge of shame.

“Uh, well, there’s no chill way to say this,” Billie said.

She avoided Gracie’s eyes, but that led her gaze to Gracie’s giant, pert chest. Shuddering in sexual excitement, she looked up into those intense eyes.

“Tell me,” Gracie insisted.

Billie hesitated, then blurted out:

“A woman and her son came into my break room last night, probably night crew or something, and the woman felt me up and the son used me to get off.”

Billie knew hearing herself say those words out loud shouldn’t send another sexual shudder through her, but they did.

Gracie put a hand to her mouth in shock.

“Oh Billie, that’s not okay! You’re supposed to be able to rest at night, not get assaulted!”

Billie shrugged, then glanced down at her bursting cleavage.

“Kind of comes with being really short and really stacked.”

Gracie’s soft lips twisted into a half smirk, half frown.

“I know, that was a lame-ass joke,” Billie said, managing a laugh.

“You’re supposed to have basic care!” Gracie said. “I’m going to talk to Danielle about this. I’ve seen those two a few times when I closed the store. You’re right, they’re janitors. They’re supposed to be cleaning, not sneaking in and using you. And Lucy should have cleaned you up!”

Hearing the indignant anger coating her melodic voice, Billie felt a rush of gratitude.

“No big deal,” Billie said.

Then the fresh memories of getting slapped against a giant dick flashed through her mind, and she realized it really was a big deal. She chuckled bitterly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first,” Gracie decided. “You can’t start the day like this.”

She extended her hand, palm up, and waited. Billie hesitated only a second before stepping onto it. Gracie’s fingers curled gently around her.

She carried Billie to the break room sink and set her down on the edge of the counter.

Gracie turned on the water and let it stream down while she tested the temperature with her fingers. To Billie, it looked like a female King Kong playing with a waterfall.

Gracie turned her giant, bright-eyed gaze on Billie.

“Time to get those clothes off,” Gracie stated in a shy but friendly purr.

Billie’s nipples hardened and her pussy throbbed.

“Y-yeah, right,” Billie replied.

She started to undo her outfit, but her nervous fingers fumbled futilely with the skintight garment and its zipper. After a few awkward, embarrassing moments, Gracie’s giant fingers appeared and lightly touched her side.

“Let me help,” Gracie said.

Billie stared up at her in tense, nervous anticipation.

“Okay,” Billie called hoarsely.

As Gracie’s fingers manipulated Billie’s clothing, she didn’t forcefully dress her. Instead, her touch treated Billie like a delicate treasure.

Gracie’s huge fingers gently held her and carefully peeled off the outfit, and as Billie’s ample breasts jiggled free, Gracie’s fingernails whispered over them and carefully tweaked Billie’s nipples.

Billie moaned quietly, body shuddering again.

Gracie smiled down at her with a mix of mischief and tenderness in her billboard-sized face.

Soon, Gracie cradled a fully nude Billie in her palm.

Billie gazed up, body afire with nervousness and lust, not bothering to hide any part of her naked body.

Smiling lovingly, Gracie dabbed soap onto her fingers from the dispenser, lathered them under the water, then began soaping Billie up with slow, deliberate strokes.

Those long fingers glided over Billie’s shoulders, down her arms, across her back. When they reached her chest, Gracie’s fingers circled each miniature but full breast, lifting them and swiping suds beneath and around them. Her giant thumb occasionally brushed a nipple again, sending shudders and jolts of sexual pleasure straight to Billie’s core.

A moan purred out of Billie’s throat, which she made no effort to suppress.

“My little Billie,” Gracie whispered from above.

Billie found herself pushing her chest into Gracie’s touch.

“Ah, ah,” Gracie scolded in a teasing tone. “Gotta clean the rest of you.”

Those slender fingers moved lower, carefully cleaning the sticky remnants from between Billie’s thighs. Billie’s legs trembled, her nipples stood erect, and her pussy ached with need.

Gracie’s thumb stroked slowly along the inside of Billie’s thigh. The touch sent Billie’s pelvic muscles quivering.

Carefully, deliberately, Gracie slipped that thumb up against Billie’s pussy.

“Got to clean this little thing too,” Gracie breathed over Billie.

“Ah, fuck!”

Billie cried out, squeezed Gracie’s thumb tightly with her thighs, and humped into it as the orgasm erupted through her.

She moaned and groaned exultantly as her body rocked, her breasts juddered, and her hips gyrated against Gracie’s thumb.

Through her orgasmic haze, she noticed Gracie biting her lip and smiling lovingly down at her, a caring, protective goddess.

Billie sagged backward when it was over, reclining into Gracie’s palm.

“I’m glad I made you cum again. You deserve it.”

The whisper floated downward through the air.

Without warning, the trauma and exhaustion of Billie’s previous day and restless night washed over her.

At some point, the faucet water washed over her too, with Gracie cooing gently from above, but that was when Billie slipped into unconsciousness.

###

When Billie’s eyes fluttered open, she found herself lying comfortably on a stack of cloth napkins.

She sat up anxiously, but when she saw Gracie seated at the table, watching over her, she relaxed.

“You got a little rest,” Gracie said. “Good.”

She bit her lip shyly.

“And, sounds like you had a nice...release too,” Gracie added.

Billie found herself smirking at the giantess.

“Don’t act all proper with me, Gracie,” Billie teased. “I heard you talking dirty before I passed the fuck out.”

Gracie blinked and her face reddened.

“Y-you did?”

“Oh, I did.”

Billie looked down at herself and saw that Gracie had dressed her again. Seeing the slutty outfit should have filled her with annoyance, arousal, or both, but instead, she felt a strange warmth of gratitude and comfort at being dressed by the giant girl.

Then she felt her hair, and her eyes widened.

“Gracie, did you do my hair?”

Gracie smiled, eyes gleaming.

“I brushed out your beautiful black hair while you slept. It was a little tangled and sticky from last night, so I took my time with it.”

Billie’s hair now fell to her shoulders in soft, glossy waves, with the front sections gently swept back.

“I think it frames your face like a little porcelain doll,” Gracie added. “It looks perfect on you.”

Billie felt an eerie thrill travel from her gut to her crotch at those words.

That’s when Billie noticed the rest of her surroundings for the first time, and her eyebrows rose.

She and Gracie were in an unfamiliar room. The table sat along one wall, and a fridge, cabinet, and second table with a microwave on top crowded the rest of the space. The room and furnishings still dwarfed Billie at her Mini size, but she could tell the room wasn’t that big by regular standards.

“Where are we?” Billie asked.

“Oh, this is the other break room,” Gracie said.

“Huh? I didn’t know about any other break room.”

“Uh, you’ve probably spent too much time...as a Mini.”

Billie could sense Gracie was going to say something else, probably mentioning getting shrunk, molested, and used as a masturbation toy.

“It’s in a back corner,” Gracie hurriedly added. “Most people don’t use it because it’s so small and out of the way.”

She leaned a little closer, hovering over Billie with a protective vibe.

“I brought you here for some privacy.”

“Thanks,” Billie said. “I don’t get much of that lately.”

Gracie’s eyes studied her closely.

“I’ve also got breakfast for you,” she chimed.

She reached across the room, and Billie watched her polo ride up and hug her giant, pert breasts. Lifting a plate off the top of the microwave, Gracie swung it over and laid it in front of Billie, like a sci-fi flying saucer landing in front of her.

Billie smiled when she saw some slivers of fruit and a piece of muffin, probably both purchased within the store, laid out in a spread of Mini-friendly portions.

“You’re really fussing over me today,” Billie teased.

“Someone has to,” Gracie replied with a wistful smile. Then her expression darkened. “Better hurry and eat. Lucy’s going to be looking for you soon.”

Billie nodded unhappily, then climbed onto the plate. She began munching on the food, feeling like a pet mouse. With Gracie as her seeming owner for the moment, that didn’t seem so bad.

###

After eating, Gracie carried her back to her miniature break room in the closet, cuddling her into her perky, oversized breasts. Billie leaned into them, safe warmth and sexual heat stoked within her.

Billie used the porta potty while Gracie waited respectfully outside.

Sitting in Gracie’s hand as it flew her down the hallway, leaning between those perky, giantess tits, Billie felt surprisingly relaxed and human for the first time since her latest shrinking.

But that ended when they entered the main employee break room and she saw the doll stand.

It waited on a table in the center of the room, and Gracie immediately carried her over to it.

“I’m sorry, Billie,” Gracie said in a sad tone, “but I’m supposed to put you in this and take you onto the sales floor.”

“Great,” Billie quipped sarcastically.

A mixture of apprehension and anticipation burned in Billie as Gracie placed her beside the stand.

“Ready?” Gracie asked as she loomed over her.

“Not really,” Billie sighed. “I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this.”

She expected Gracie to try to talk her into refusing, but instead, Gracie’s fingers gently grabbed her and carefully positioned her against the stand’s central rod. The waist clip clicked shut around her midsection. Gracie’s fingers adjusted it meticulously, smoothing the glossy uniform over every curve.

Then the giantess strapped Billie’s arms into the posing wires and extended them outward in a welcoming pose, securing the wire supports with slow, deliberate clicks.

Gracie stepped back, studied the arrangement, then leaned in again like a living mountain to adjust the angle of Billie’s shoulders, the tilt of her head, the exact position of her chest, brushing deliberately over her breasts.

“You look beautiful like this,” Gracie whispered, almost to herself. “Like part of a cute collection.”

Her finger traced the curve of one breast, then the other, as if sculpting.

“The customers...they’ll love it. And I want you to look perfect.”

“Gracie?” Billie asked in apprehensive confusion.

Gracie didn’t reply, but continued to fuss over Billie. There was an odd obsessiveness in the way she worked, repositioning Billie three times, adjusting the waist clip for better posture, making sure the uniform clung just right to highlight every swell and dip. Billie felt both flattered and unsettled. Gracie’s care seemed genuine, but this level of attention to posing her like a living doll carried a new, strange edge.

Finally satisfied, Gracie stepped back. Her cheeks were flushed and her chest heaved with rapid breaths.

“There. Now you’re ready.”

She lifted the entire stand carefully and held it in front of her face, smiling widely in pride.

Billie’s heart raced as she stared into the wistful, possessive gleam in that pretty, giant face.

“Be brave for me today,” Gracie murmured. 

“Uh, okay…” Billie said.

“You might be Sam’s ‘Booby Doll,’” Gracie added in a husky whisper, “but you’re my little Billie doll.”

The morning rushed by in a blur of giant, violating fingers and huge, leering faces.

A middle-aged man in a faded polo shirt leaned in close to Billie’s doll stand, his morning breath washing over her like sulfur fumes.

“Well, look at you,” he murmured.

His thick finger poked the side of her right breast.

“They really dressed you up like a little mannequin.”

He pinched her breast firmly, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger through the glossy fabric. Billie gasped, her body betraying her as heat pooled between her legs.

A few minutes later, a woman in her thirties with sharp nails, stepped up and ran her fingers along Billie’s exposed thigh.

“So detailed for a bobble-head,” the woman said in a cooing tease. “Just look at these hips and boobies…”

The fingers of giant strangers pinched, squeezed, and stroked. Billie’s moans grew louder despite her protests, her hips twitching uselessly against the unyielding clip. By the time the morning rush slowed, her uniform was disheveled, her breasts fully pulled out of the top, nipples stiff and glistening.

“What’s wrong with me?” she whispered hoarsely, chest heaving.

###

Gracie arrived for Billie’s first break looking determined. She lifted the doll stand and carried Billie carefully but quickly back to the break room.

“You did so well out there,” Gracie said once she set the doll stand on a table. “But you look exhausted. And they messed up your pose again.”

She immediately began fussing. Her fingers adjusted the waist clip, then smoothed the glossy black material over Billie’s hips. She spent extra time lifting and repositioning Billie’s breasts so they sat higher and fuller in the low neckline.

“Gracie…” Billie started, a mix of gratitude arousal, and unease swirling inside her.

She stifled a moan as Gracie’s fingers jostled her breasts.

“I just want you to look perfect,” Gracie murmured, almost to herself.

She stared at Billie closely as if admiring her work.

“There. Much better,” she said in satisfaction.

Billie swallowed.

“You’re really into this doll thing, huh?”

Gracie’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she reached into the small bag she had brought and pulled out a neatly folded bundle of fabric.

“I brought something for you,” she said, voice shy but excited. “I ran home and got it during my break. It’s based on an anime character, sort of a magical girl maid look. I thought it would look really cute on you.”

Billie’s stomach seemed to twist into a pretzel as Gracie unfolded the costume. It was even more revealing than her current uniform: a tiny, black-and-white crop top that would barely cover the undersides of her breasts, leaving most of her cleavage and underboob exposed. The bottom was an extremely short, pleated skirt, complete with frilly garter-like accents and a white apron tied at the waist.

“Gracie, whoa, hang on!” Billie said, heart pounding. “D-did you get permission? They’ve—”

“Yep, just approved it with Brian,” Gracie interrupted happily.

Billie clenched her teeth and shook her head.

“Fuck, either way, that’s way too slutty. I already look like a sex doll.”

Gracie bit her lip, eyes shining with that same obsessive tenderness.

“Not a sex doll. A sexy waifu. Just for a little while. Please?”

Before Billie could argue further, Gracie’s gentle but insistent fingers went to work. She unclipped the waist restraint just enough to strip the current outfit off of Billie’s body.

“Hey! Gracie!” Billie gasped as her breasts jiggled free and her ass cheeks drooped and juddered into the open.

Gracie continued to move with wordless focus, maneuvering the new outfit onto Billie’s body while the arm wires still held her mostly in place. The shrunken girl squirmed and protested, but Gracie’s touch remained tenderly persistent as she worked the tiny crop top over Billie’s full breasts. The garment used only clips and had no sleeves or shoulder straps, making her work much easier despite Billie’s struggles.

“Gracie, stop—ah!”

The skirt came next. Gracie slid it up Billie’s thick thighs and thick ass, adjusting the frilly white panties so they wedged snugly between her cheeks. She spent extra time smoothing the pleats and making sure the outfit sat perfectly.

“There,” Gracie whispered. “You look adorable.”

Billie’s face burned with humiliation even as fresh arousal throbbed between her legs. The new costume made her feel even more exposed, her breasts were practically spilling out, and the short skirt barely covered anything.

Worse, the outfit felt less like clothing and more like what it was: a plastic-woven doll costume, constraining despite its skimpiness, unnatural and demeaning as it rode and scratched against her body.

She never thought she’d miss the slutty corporate-approved one, but she did.

“Gracie… This is too much,” she said quietly.

Gracie’s expression softened, but the possessive gleam in her eyes still burned.

“I know. But you’re so beautiful like this. I can’t help it.”

Before Billie could say anything else, Gracie whisked her off the table.

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The rest of the morning passed in a blur of hands and voices. Customers reacted even more enthusiastically to the new outfit. Fingers poked and squeezed her breasts rabidly through the crop top, flipped up the tiny skirt, and explored her body with renewed eagerness. Billie came twice from the relentless attention, moaning helplessly in the stand.

###

When her lunch break finally arrived, Gracie was waiting. She carried the stand back to the employee break room.

As soon as Gracie set the stand on the table, Billie confronted her.

“Gracie, what the hell? You can’t just dress me up like your personal fuck-doll while I’m tied up!”

Gracie’s expression was kind, almost apologetic, but her eyes kept drifting over the skimpy anime costume with open admiration.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I know it’s a lot. But…when I see you up there on display, looking so perfect and cute, something inside me just wants to make you even better. Like the ideal little doll. My perfect little Billie doll.”

Billie’s heart raced. She was angry, embarrassed…and undeniably turned on by the quiet intensity in Gracie’s voice.

“You’re supposed to be the nice one,” Billie muttered.

Gracie reached out and gently adjusted the crop top, lifting Billie’s breasts slightly higher.

“I am being nice. I care about you. I just…also really like seeing you like this.”

Billie opened her mouth to respond, but Gracie had already turned away. The giantess reached for a bottle of iced tea sitting on the table, unscrewed the cap with a soft click, and took a long, casual sip. She didn’t look back at Billie.

For several long seconds, the only sounds were the faint hum of the vending machines and the quiet chugging of Gracie drinking. Billie remained locked in the doll stand, arms posed in welcome, breasts spilling out of the tiny crop top, the short pleated skirt barely covering her. She waited.

Gracie took another slow sip, eyes drifting toward the far wall as if lost in thought. She set the bottle down, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and then…nothing. She simply sat there, scrolling idly on her phone with one hand while the other rested on the table near the stand.

“Gracie?” Billie called.

The other girl looked up.

“Hmm?” Gracie asked.

Her eyes had already returned to her phone.

“Can you get me out of here, at least for my lunch break?” Billie asked.

Grace glanced up, her dazzling eyes distracted, her lips smirking.

“Oh, you’re so precious in there, I don’t want to mess it up,” Gracie said. “But here…”

The next thing Billie knew, Gracie was leveling the giant opening of the tea jar at her face.

Billie gasped and flinched away, but there was nowhere to escape as Gracie gently but insistently pushed the edge of the jar against Billie’s mouth. Gracie carefully raised the jar until the amber-colored liquid rose to lap against Billie’s lips.

“Drink up, Billie Doll,” Gracie cooed as if talking to a baby.

Humiliated, but suddenly aware of her ravenous thirst, Billie began slurping up the tea.

Gracie let her drink for a good minute, then removed the jar.

Billie expected some comment when it was over, but Gracie merely sat the jar down and returned her attention to her phone without a word.

“Hey, Gracie!” Billie snapped. “I still want out of this thing!”

Gracie stared up with that distracted stare in her eyes and smiled patronizingly at Billie.

“You are so perfect just where you are!” Gracie chimed.

Her free hand lifted off the table long enough to bonk Billie gently on her left breast, forefinger bouncing off the supple, miniature mammary, before the hand returned to the table and Gracie’s gaze returned to her phone.

The giantess took another sip of her drink, completely ignoring the living doll displayed right in front of her. To Gracie, in that moment, Billie might as well have been an actual inanimate figure: pretty, posed, pose-able, but not requiring conversation or acknowledgment.

Billie’s cheeks burned with fresh humiliation.

“Gracie! Let me out!” she growled.

Gracie looked up at her and smiled peacefully. A gentle sigh gusted out of her plush lips and stirred Billie’s hair.

“Gracie? Gracie!” Billie snarled.

But Gracie only continued to stare at her, serene, happy, content, as if admiring a doll in a display case.

Billie’s anger and disbelief increased as she frantically squirmed against the waist clip and wires, but they held her firmly in her slutty magical-girl-maid outfit. Her heavy breasts jiggled with the movement. The short skirt rode up even higher. The plastic material chafed at her naked body.

And still Gracie sipped her tea and watched her in calm silence, as though the tiny woman she had so carefully dressed and positioned was now just another decoration.

The silence stretched. Billie’s heart hammered with a confusing mix of embarrassment, frustration, and...unwanted arousal at being so thoroughly objectified by the one person who had been kind to her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gracie glanced at the clock on the wall, took one last sip, and stood up.

“Time to get you back out there,” she said cheerfully, as if nothing strange had happened.

She lifted the doll stand with both hands, holding it in front of her beaming face.

“You look perfect. My little Billie doll.”

Billie didn’t answer. She simply stared, face hot, nipples hard, pussy throbbing, and frustration burning acidly inside her, as Gracie carried her back toward the sales floor.

The rest of the day passed in a seemingly endless blur of curious, giant stares, huge, molesting fingers, and forced orgasms rattling her body, accompanied by a constant stream of comments that, like those groping gargantuan hands, knew no boundaries.

“These miniature boobs are so soft and full on her, I could play with them all day!”

“She’s got the body of a living Barbie doll!”

“Pinching these tiny nipples makes her moan, she’s so sensitive!”

“Fuck, her ass is so perky in that short skirt!”

“She’s dripping already, little Mini slut!”

“These miniature boobs jiggle so cutely in that top when I squeeze!”

“She’s a tiny whore, moaning like that for a stranger!”

“Touching a real living doll like this is the best feeling ever!”

At some point, Billie was aware that Gracie was placing the doll stand on the shelf of Billie’s makeshift break room.

“You did so well out there today,” Gracie murmured, voice a gentle rumble that vibrated through the air and straight into Billie’s core.

Her pretty face smiled wistfully down at Billie.

“Guess I gotta let you out of that stand. For now.”

Her fingers worked the clips until they finally released Billie, who stumbled off the stand.

Billie gasped for air as her limbs seemed to return to life. She realized she had mentally begun to assume the role of a doll, a helpless toy for viewing and playing. Being able to move from one spot felt disorienting.

“Much cuter in the stand,” Gracie mumbled from above.

Billie frowned up at her.

“What the fuck, Gracie? Why are you treating me like this? I’m not your doll!”

Grace smiled knowingly down at her.

“We’ll talk more in a bit. Better freshen up for now, Billie Doll.”

Those last two words were said with obvious emphasis.

Billie glared at her, but suddenly realized that she needed to pee.

As she walked across the shelf, the plastic weaves of her clothes scratched at her skin and teased her nipples.

In what might have been the most humiliating moment of the day, and that was definitely saying something, the porta potty rocked as she tugged and fought with the skirt to get it down her legs.

A few minutes later, she rocked the stall yet again to pull her skirt back up. She wondered if simply kicking it off might feel better, but she decided she’d rather endure it than be literally half naked.

She clenched her teeth in anger and embarrassment and reached for the door handle.

“Well, gotta say, nice job, Gracie,” she recognized the reluctant voice as Danielle’s.

Billie froze instinctively before opening the stall door.

“You’ve kept her prim and cute all day long and the customers have loved it,” Danielle continued. “We even got some great Insta tags and traffic today.”

“Thank you,” Gracie replied in a neutral tone.

Billie felt a wave of dizziness and a trickle of sweat down her back at the thought of her shrunken, dolled up body posted on Instagram for the world to see.

“Shit!” she hissed. “Shit!”

“Well, you said earlier you wanted to talk?” Danielle added, and it seemed obvious she was glad to get the praising done.

“Yes,” Gracie said, no longer neutral but instead sounding urgent and already breathless. “I think everything we’ve done with her has been great, but we’ve got a missed opportunity with her staying a Mini for an extended time.”

“Missed opportunity?” Danielle questioned skeptically.

“Yeah,” Gracie gasped for air, “I think we should be taking turns bringing her home each night. It would really help morale.”

Billie’s mouth dropped open.

“The fuck…?” she whispered into the stall.

“The staff needs something positive to look forward to,” Gracie continued.

“To look forward to? Are you saying management isn’t doing a good job making this a fun place to work?” Danielle snapped.

“N-no,” Gracie assured her. “I just think the pilot program has been a huge success, but the employees deserve some reward too, beyond just playing with her on breaks.”

A pause hung in the air. Billie heard her own, pounding heartbeat.

Then Danielle’s voice, smooth and amused, said, “Hmm, nice job, Gracie. That’s actually brilliant.”

A realization dropped into place in Billie’s mind in that moment. She almost thought she could hear an audible click as her thoughts aligned.

This had gone far enough. Despite all the orgasmic ecstasy she’d experienced since taking this job, it had gone too far. She needed to get out of here, contract or no contract.

She quietly pushed the stall door open a crack and peered through.

Gracie’s slender, giantess body angled to the side and away from her, facing the closet doorway. Billie could see a giant elbow and hip that must belong to Danielle sticking into the closet. So far, neither of them seemed to be looking in the direction of the potty.

“I’ll need to draft some paperwork: legal stuff,” Danielle said. “But Little Miss Mini-Slut has already agreed to everything else, so shouldn’t be a problem.”

Taking a deep breath, Billie carefully opened the door, praying it wouldn’t squeak on its hinges, then tiptoed on her bare feet around the stall.

She soon saw her destination:

The flap-covered emergency exit.

“I’d like to be the first one to take her home,” Gracie said breathlessly.

“Of course you would,” Billie muttered bitterly.

Then she lifted the flap, ducked beneath it, and dropped into the dark, metal chute beyond.

Wind rushed past her as she slid down into the darkness.

Seconds later, she tumbled out of the chute and onto something coarse but supportive, cushioning her fall.

As she climbed to her feet, she recognized it as a dirty couch pillow that someone had placed beneath the chute opening.

It could have been any of her coworkers who was responsible for making sure it waited for her in an emergency, but her instincts told her it was Heather.

A pang of longing struck her deep in her gut and loins, but she shook it off.

Around her, the smoldering sheen of a California twilight painted everything.

She scrambled off the pillow, then paused, considering her next move. She needed to find some way to call Peyton­—

“No fucking way.”

The voice carried an amused edge as it floated through the air.

Billie whirled toward it, then gasped.

The janitor woman from earlier leaned against the brick wall nearby, looming above Billie like a collapsing statue.

Billie stared up at that familiar face, and saw those dark eyes staring down at her in delight.

Despair welled inside Billie’s gut, but so did excited arousal.

“I was gonna be a good girl and not bother you tonight, like the boss told me,” the woman said. “Even though this job is fucking boring. You didn’t have to come visit me before my shift, mija.”

She held a half-smoked joint tucked between her fingers, and as Billie watched, she took a slow drag.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Billie stammered. “Well, gotta run!”

She turned and sprinted away, heavy breasts bouncing painfully, doll clothes raking her skin, even though she knew it was pointless.

Heavy footfalls thundered behind her, and then nimble fingers seized her and yanked her off the ground.

More wind rushed through her hair as she shot upward, then the woman’s face filled her vision.

“Easy, Mini-Girl. I just feel bad that we didn’t even get each other’s names. I’m Ernestina. But everybody calls me Ernie. What is the little Mini’s name?”

“None of your business!” Billie shouted, kicking uselessly in the air. 

Ernie chuckled, dark eyes sparkling.

“You like saying that, don’t you? And wow, they gave you a new outfit, huh?”

Her free hand tossed the joint aside, then swooped in and squeezed both of Billie’s breasts in her crop top, fingertips circling the stiff nubs of Billie’s nipples through the thin material.

Billie breathed in the sharp scent of weed as she grabbed those fingers and tried to pry them off her chest.

“Cut it out!”

“Shh, shh. Just looking, mija.” the older woman breathed over her.

Her fingers traced Billie’s curves through the outfit.

“Man, they really slutted you up with these clothes. You look like some anime girl from one of my son’s TV shows. The ones he tries to hide that he’s watching.”

Shame burned in Billie’s chest at those words, words she knew were true, but, as the woman’s giant index finger lifted the skirt and pressed into her pussy, she also gurgled in sudden, forced arousal.

“Hmm, I’m so over this job, maybe I’ll take you with me on my rounds,” Ernie mused.

Her free hand stopped its molesting to lower to the jumpsuit and drag the zipper down. The gray top folded open, exposing a purple bra cupping two huge, creamy-brown breast hills.

Billie’s eyes bulged in surprised, sexually-charged awe at Ernie’s boobs, but quickly began wriggling desperately.

“No! I need to get out of here! Don’t!”

“Shh, don’t worry, mija,” Ernie soothed as she lowered Billie, “you’re just gonna get to know some grownup tits, some real mommy tetas.”

“Hey!” someone shouted. “What are you doing?”

Billie twisted in the woman’s grip to see Gracie sprinting along the wall toward them, dazzling eyes wide with shock and anger.

The janitor’s head rotated toward her like a living billboard, dimples tightening unhappily around her mouth.

“Just relaxing before my shift,” Ernie said smugly.

Gracie stopped in front of her, eyes blazing, body seething.

Billie watched the two giantesses, feeling like the chick from old King Kong when the gorilla fought the T-Rex:

No matter who one, Billie didn’t like either option.

She felt a twinge of grief at that thought.

Gracie’s hand shot out, palm up.

“Hand her over,” Gracie said, voice trembling.

Ernie stared at her and scoffed.

“Whatever.”

Her hand swung Billie through the air and dropped her into Gracie’s palm.

The next thing Billie knew, Gracie had pressed her into her own chest. The giant, firm breast oozed around Billie through the fabric of Gracie’s polo, warm, soft, but also unstoppable.

The world swayed. Gracie’s breast jiggled and heaved.

Cupped tightly against Gracie’s chest, Billie couldn’t see, but she guessed Gracie was walking...somewhere.

“I’ve got you,” Gracie whispered, voice gentle now. “I’m not letting anyone else near you. I don’t care about paperwork You’re coming home with me tonight, my Billie Doll.”

Billie squirmed, but whether it was from a sense of security, desperation, or arousal, she didn’t know.

And it didn’t matter, because Gracie pinned her more securely against her chest and kept walking.

END OF PART ONE