“Come on. Slug.” The naked girl stood with her hands on her hips as she stared at the pathetic creature below her. Her former classmate who had been her competitor in their intern class was now reduced to a living sex toy. Her body modified to sweat a special blend which resembled lubricant.
Slug stared up at the 7ft tall dark-skinned goddess who towered over her. The larger girl’s body magnificently sculpted through a combination of her own effort and benefits of promotions. Slug’s body, meanwhile, was a measly 7 inches and, frail, and constantly slick. She struggled to even walk, mostly crawling on all fours whenever she was allowed to roam free.
As Slug approached her owner’s bare feet, stopped and softly kissed each digit. Slug’s lips burned with the feeling of sweat on their chapped surface. The much larger girl squatted down. She watched as Slug continued to peck away at her large toes before reaching down with her left hand. With slug gripped between her fingers, she reached behind herself and carefully inserted the smaller female between her but cheeks and stood up.
Slug, long since broken, didn’t even struggle as her body was put feet-first into the awaiting orifice and the light of the outside world was cut-off as the titanic ass-cheeks closed together.
The titanic girl whistled nonchalantly as she continued around her apartment in the nude. Her apartment was 25 floors up, so she had no worries about anybody seeing her; not that she cared.
Her legs flexing wtch each step, she passed herself in a mirror and couldn’t help but stop and admire the sight. A long way from the skinny, barely 5ft, book worm she was in college. Thanks to her career with Vilecio, the last 5 years had seen her morph into an imposing leviathan. An object of lust and intimidation. Her sculpted calves and thighs acted as columns for her toned torso. 8-pack abs and D-cup breasts presenting themselves in the mirror. Finally, she took her right arm and formed an impressive bicep and winked to herself. A giggle followed as she reveled in her own silliness. Her moment of self-admiration, however, was interrupted as a soft buzz emitted from her ear.
Sighing, the woman spoke aloud. “V. Answer phone.”
A moment later, her ears picked up a high-pitched, but masculine, voice.
“Uh. M-miss Azalea.” The voice, obviously nervous, spoke
“Yes, Connor?” She placed her hands on her hips and waited for the voice to continue.
“J-just, uh, calling as you asked to remind you of your 11 o’clock meeting.” Connor replied.
“Thanks, Connie.” Azalea tapped her ear and hung up the phone.
Connor had been another college acquaintance of Azalea. A former line-backer on the football team. He used to tower over her at 6ft 3in and over 200 lbs. She had a small crush on him and helped him through many of the classes they had together. Without her, he most likely would have lost his football scholarship. This led to him being drafted into the pro leagues; no “thank you” or recognition to Azalea. However, after only 2 years he had washed out and spent all his rookie money.
Azalea remembered when she saw his application, how she had already moved up in the company in her short time there. Within days, Connor was living his new life as her “personal” assistant. He was resigned to her old height as the girl who once looked up to him in more ways than one, towered over him daily.
An hour later, Connor jumped from his desk as Azalea’s large frame stepped through the door. “W-welcome miss.” Connor’s jitteriness was well deserved as Azalea often demeaned him or tasked him with humiliating tasks which had broken the confidence, he had years prior as a start athlete.
Azalea couldn’t help but smile at the respect, even if out of fear, Connor gave her.
“Thanks, Connie.” Azalea used the same nickname Connor’s older sisters used. She had learned this in college, but he hated whenever anybody used it. However, his employment and pay depending on her using it to the point where he was forced to remind her to call him Connie.
“I have your morning latte” Connor handed a large mug with Azalea’s initials to her awaiting hand. “And I wiped down your office like you asked.”
Azalea lifted her right eybrow, “And what else?”
“Oh yes! I cleaned all your shoes last night. I stayed extra late, but got all 20 pairs in your office closet spotless!”
Azalea smiled at Connor’s child-like attitude, how he sought her approval in all aspects of his life now.
“So no hot dates then?” she teased
“No Miss. I live for this job and you!” Connor replied, his neck craned up to Azalea’s downward face
“Oh that’s nice.” Azalea replied dismissively, she dared not give Connor any praise. “Now clock in.”
“Clocking-in” involved Connie getting down on all fours and kissing the tops of Azalea’s feet or shoes and saying a small mantra.
“Oh thank you for letting me come work for you, the most amazing beautiful and smart boss in the entire world.”
“Whatever. You’re welcome.” Azalea walked away as Connor backed away back to his small desk.
As her office door closed behind her, Azalea let her cruel façade fade away. She giggled and softly stamped her feet. The absolute power and control she had over other humans never ceased to amaze. And considering that a lot of those who she felt had wronged her were now at her beck-and-call, Azalea floated on Cloud 9.
She stepped behind her desk and looked down at her office chair. Two foot-long figures were affixed to her chair. Carefully affixed by Connor, a small red-headed woman and man cried. They pleaded and begged, like always, to be left free from this torture.
The Hadley Twins. Azalea’s two biggest bullies growing up. They made her life a living hell until she went off to college. Six months ago she had found out their family had hit hard times and had to sell their childhood home. Azalea, being the generous woman she was, got them employed at Vilecio.
Her ass slowly descended until each check rested comfortably on one twin. She sighed and lifted her arms above her head and leaned back. Her butt being worshiped inside and out, she closed her eyes and smiled. How she adored Mondays.