He had been unemployed for Months. At age 33, he was let go from his job at the small private university he taught at. He bounced from job to job. He couldn’t hold anything down after his world was flipped. This was until he received the call that would change his life.

The interview was an awkward one. He kept asking about the position but was only met with questions in return. He knew Vilecio was different, but he wasn’t prepared for what shocks lay in store.

Dressed in his finest suit, he sat with a man of similar age for his first interview. He was informed prior that there would be three. The interviewer was slightly short, maybe a foot less than his own 5ft 11in. He paid it no mind though as some men unfortunately were not blessed with height.

“Best of luck on the rest of this process, John.” The interviewer stood from his seat.

The first 30 minutes concluded and they shook hands and his interviewer left the room. John felt it went well, but he couldn’t help but notice some of the abnormally large furniture in the room.

15 minutes later. John’s jaw dropped as a young redhead entered the room. She stood easily over 6ft in the flats she wore.

She stood over John and smile. “How did you like my assistant?” The girl asked.

“He was your assistant?” John asked incredulously.

“Oh yeah. Little dude gives great foot massages.” She spoke nonchalantly and sat across from John on a white leather sofa.

She introduced herself as the director of Research and Development. He would technically be working under her, is how she put it. Once more he tried to ask about the job but was brushed aside and guided down a list of questions.

An hour later, their interview finished.

“Well, that was great. I think I’d look forward to having you under me. Let me inform my boss that you’re ready for her.” The girl stepped out.

John couldn’t help but notice the door locked behind her.

20 minutes later, John heard loud heel clacks approach the door. The lock click opened and the door swung slowly.

His mouth hung open at the sight. He couldn’t believe it. There she was, but different.

She towered in the room. He guessed she was about 8ft, maybe 8ft 3inches in her heels. Her long hair was done into a tight bun and she wore maroon lipstick. She work a black skirt with a black sport coat. A lavender shirt clung to her torso. His eyes travelled down to her feet dressed in gigantic black pumps.

“K-kelly.” He stuttered his mouth was dry.

“Hey. John. Or should I call you Little John?”

Kelly Wiseacre had been a student of his 2 years prior. Absolutely terrible. He caught her cheating numerous times and worked hard to get her expelled with no success. He recalled the note on the final exam she handed in on how she looked forward to meeting him again and teaching her so much about the world. He shuddered at the thought.

“I heard Academia wasn’t treating you so nice, so I wanted to reach out to see if you wanted to work for moi. Your best student ever.” She walked across the room and sat down on the large sofa.

John stumbled over himself for words.

Kelly watched happily as her former professor who thought was the world’s moral authority struggled to speak. She crossed one leg over another.

“H-how? W-why?” He stuttered.

Kelly chuckled, “I thought you would know the best about this, Mr. Professor of Managerial Studies” Kelly teased with a hoity-toity voice. “As the old sayings go. C’s get degrees and It’s not what you know, it’s who you know. My big from my sorority got me in the door here and in a few short years here I sit.”

Kelly leaned back onto the sofa and stretched her legs out onto a table between she and John.

“What even is Managerial Studies? I always knew it was pointless.” Kelly poked John’s ego.

“Look. I don’t have to take this. If all you wanted to do was rub your success in my face, I get the point.” John rose from his seat.

Kelly quickly stood herself and blocked John’s path. She placed a hand on his forehead and pushed him back.

“Hooooold on, buddy. Let’s talk first.” Kelly chided.

John attempted to push her hand away, but it held steady. He sighed and sat down once again.

Kelly smirked and retook her spot across the table.

“Look. Regardless of how much you made my life hell in college, I respect you. Truly.” Kelly leaned forward. “That’s why I wanted to reach out when I found out you were close to winding up on the streets. I know you’re a hard worker and will make me look good if I give you work. And besides, it’ll look good on your resume. Everybody knows Vilecio.”

“What’s the catch?” John asked.

“No catch. Just come into work everyday for Miss. Wiseacre, do your duties and go home. “ She answered.

John cringed at the thought of giving Kelly any authority over him and the way she said “Miss Wiseacre.”

Kelly could tell John was having second thoughts, but she had to have him.

“100,000 signing bonus if you agree to work for me today.” Kelly leaned forward.

John nearly feinted.

“All you have to do is sign a 3 month contract. If at the end of the 3 months you don’t like, you’re free to go. However, you’re all mine for that time.” Kelly pulled the contract out of her sport coat and placed it on the table by her feet.

John sunk into the sofa and sighed.

He stared at the contract and then to Kelly who’s grey-blue eyes stared back at him.

“Give me a pen. 90 days. No more. No less. Just enough to get back on my feet.” John spoke curtly to his future boss.

“Wonderful,” Kelly replied and handed John a pen from her jacket.

John leaned forward and signed the paper, he glanced at Kelly’s feet out of the corner of his eye and shuddered.

Three days later, John arrived 15 minutes early to his 7AM start. Per the deals of his contract, he would work 4 12 hour days a week. Not terrible.

Kelly had sent him a Text the prior night of his first day. He reported to HR and signed his paperwork, did orientation, and had his computer set-up.

John was constantly shocked by Vilecio. Other girls like Kelly towered over people like himself. The HR ladies, though not as large as Kelly, still made him feel insignificant.

He also noticed the near hundreds of people who were inches tall. He could swear he saw a small woman dangling from the HR manager’s neck. He was informed this was the result of “Demotion” and “Promotion” was how Kelly rose to her size.

It all made sense in a sick and twisted way to John.

At 11AM Kelly sent him an Instant Message to come to her office.

He reached her open office filled with oversized furniture. Kelly sat behind her desk and typed on her large keyboard.

“What do you want?” He asked.

Kelly paused her work and stared at John with a raised eyebrow.

“Close the door and come sit, please.” She spoke sternly.

The arrogance which John originally came with quickly diminished as he sat in the oversized armchair across from Kelly.

Kelly cleared her throat and began, “First of all, you don’t ever take that tone with me ever again. Second of all, I don’t think you realize how serious this all is. So I’m going to put my foot down. I didn’t want to do this so early into your 3 months, but I’m going to have to demote you.”

“What!?” John was shocked, “No way. You can’t do that. Turn me into one of those…things…” John stood up and attempted to leave.

Kelly sighed and pressed a button on her tablet. The door locked and John was unable to open it.

“First of all, those ‘things’ are very valuable members of the team. You’ll learn soon enough.” Kelly chided her former professor.

As she finished, a Knock came on the door.

It was the HR manager from earlier.

“Come in!” Kelly yelled and pressed her tablet.

The door swung open as the HR manager from earlier entered.

“A first day demotion? Wow.” She asked Kelly who nodded gladly.

John attempted to escape, but Kelly rose from behind her desk and held him tight while the HR Manager ran down a list.

“Size?” The HR manager typed on a tablet.

“Mmmm. 6-inches.” Kelly replied and gave John a look.

“Length?” The Manger asked.

“Until he can prove he’s capable of acting like an adult.” Kelly used the words John had said to her during one of his lectures.

“Okie Doke. I’ll have him back to you by lunch.” Wordlessly, the HR Manger pulled a small gun from her pocket and pressed it against John’s Neck. Before he could react, he was knocked out.

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“Wakey wakey.” Kelly’s voice shook John from his unconscious state.

John opened his eyes slowly, his vision was blurred at first, but then cleared. He nearly had a heart attack as Kelly’s smiling face loomed over him.

John stood up to run, but then realized he was naked.

Kelly laughed as her tiny former professor tried to cover himself from her.

“Don’t’ be so shy, Johnny.” She teased, her hot breath blowing over John

“Kelly. What? Why?” John stumbled for words.

“I told you a few days ago. You do not get to call me Kelly. Actually, I think I’d like you to refer to me as Boss. That’s it. You have to earn the right to use either of my names. Got it?” Kelly leaned back in her chair.

“Ke-“ John began, but stopped himself as Kelly narrowed her eyes, “Boss. What am I supposed to do at this size? I thought you wanted me to be a contributor?”

“Yeaahhh. I kinda lied. I just wanted to humiliate you, dude.” Kelly smiled and then leaned back.

John screamed as her legs flew into the air and then onto the desk. Her massive bare feet landed by him.

“Remember how you used to yell at me for putting my feet on the desk during class?” Kelly smirked.

John stared up at the colossal pair of feet.

“Remember that one saying? Those who can’t do, teach? Is that why you taught for so long and never actually did anything?” Kelly relaxed with her hands behind her hand. “Well, I’m going to teach you to do…” Kelly words hung in the air.

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Within a week, John had been completely broken by his former student.

“What scent lotion would you like, Boss?” He asked up to his young manager.

“Let’s go with Peach. You liked licking it up last time.” Kelly replied without looking away from her computer.

“You got it.” John replied chipper.

“Sounds like you’re happy I’ve given you a purpose in life, little fella.” Kelly popped her toes absent-mindedly.

John rubbed lotion deep int Kelly’s heel. His naked body rubbed against the rough skin. Kelly’s nightly workout routine did chaos on her skin.

“Oh. By the way. We’re going to homecoming next week, so I’m going to need you to get my toes nice and done in school colors.” Kelly ordered.

John’s stomach sank, “We?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, little dude. Red and White. Good ole Denison. I can’t wait to see the look on my sorority sisters’ faces when I show up with our favorite professor between my toes. The best part is that I get to tell them I sign your paychecks.” Kelly reveled in humiliating John.

True to her word, the 8ft beauty arrived with John secured as she promised him. He was shown off like an engagement ring.

“Oh my God. This is the dude who gave me a D?” One girl asked as she stared down at Kelly’s feet.

“From Teach to Toe Jam!” Another girl laughed.

The night went well with Kelly recruiting a few of her sorority sisters to Vilecio.