I was met by a smiling professional named Tanisha at the entrance to HR. She was a gorgeous chocolate-skinned young black woman wearing a very modernistic and form-fitting suit. She made light chit-chat as she walked me back to what she called the ‘Termination Center’. It sounded worse than it appeared, which was just a set of rooms. The room we were in front of presently had a large square section of clear glass to allow viewing both ways.

“Kevin, would you please enter this room? Go ahead and strip down and please place your clothes into the bin in the corner.”

“Huh..what?”, I said, confounded.

“Just normal protocol. Everyone who is terminated has to go through this process and it is absolutely essential in order for you to receive your severance”, she said matter-of-factly with a monotone voice.

“Er…don’t I have to go through some type of review?”, I asked, still confused.

“Andra has already completed that. I have your performance evaluation right here”, she said, and for the first time, I noticed that she carried some paperwork in one of her arms.  “Don’t worry, I hear some folks find this part of the process quite pleasurable and we’ll gather your clothes afterward”, she assured me.

"What is the company’s severance policy?”, I inquired. This hadn’t been covered in orientation.

“It’s worth more than a month’s salary, believe me”, she said, almost giggling. “Go ahead and sign the forms here and initial here”, she said in a commanding voice, placing the forms and a pen on a short round unadorned table.

I didn’t question her. I noticed her watching me impatiently and tapping her fingers on the table as I skimmed the forms and then signed as instructed.

“Very good”, she said, whisking the papers away, then gestured towards the small room.

I could deal with their kinky procedures if it meant I got a month’s salary for my troubles. Still confused and shaking my head, I nevertheless entered the room. It was a small square room, maybe ten by ten. It was completely devoid of anything except a small bin in the corner.

It was a bit chilly in the room as I stripped down. I wondered just what this ‘pleasurable’ angle was.

As I was down to my boxers, I turned back towards the door.

“Those too”, Tanisha said. I could read her lips almost as well as I heard her muffled voice.

Sighing, I stepped out of my boxers and then tossed all my clothes and my shoes into the bin, then turned around, deciding to give her a bit of a show. I was proud of my body and I figured they had seen what I had to offer during orientation, since they had filmed everything then. Still, my heart was pounding in my chest.

I looked back to Tanisha to see her smiling as she fiddled with some dials, saying, “Happy now?”

Tanisha pointed to the ceiling.

I looked up, seeing the metallic-material when the green light blinded me. I lost my sense of direction and equilibrium, wobbling and going to a knee as the foggy smoke drifted around me. I couldn’t place it, but somehow, everything felt different. More airy. A lemony scent filtered into my nostrils.

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Switching to 3rd person POV:

Tanisha entered the room, picking up the tiny 1.5 inch naked man. The man was clearly confused as he watched her with open mouth and blank expression.

Tanisha took him into ‘Term Center Coordination Hub’, a room with all sorts of tube-like structures coming into it from the walls and ceiling, meeting near the center of the room, where a small table with switchboard phone lay. On the side of each tube entrance was a nameplate, denoting the manager or director to send to or receive from along with two small buttons, one green and one red. The tubes themselves were made of simple plaster, 2 inches in diameter with a light coating material inside.

Taking the tiny nude man to the table, Tanisha pressed the button for Andra on the switchboard.

“Andra here”, said the voice on the other end.

“Hi Ms. Milker, your treat is ready for processing.”

“Oh thank goodness. I’ve been starving. Please send it through.”

"Eh, what...?", squeaked Kevin. Had he heard her correctly? What did she mean by treat?

Tanisha pressed the switchboard off, then pushed the green button beside Andra’s nameplate and opened the tube’s entrance. There was a heavy air suction coming from it, which could be easily heard and felt by one near it.

Kevin looked up at the woman with pleading eyes. Her look was one of indifference, though her almond-shaped eyes hinted at a slight knowing bemusement. She took relish in the moment when tiny men realized their fate and their own helplessness in preventing it.

Tanisha moved the tiny man to the tube, ignoring his urgent wiggling against her fingers and his begging squeaks, and let go. Instantly, he was sucked in head-first and whisked away through the chute, his arms flexed in a superman pose in front of the rest of his body as he braced himself for what lay at the end of the trip.

“I’m so glad we could make use of these email tubes”, she whispered, smiling. The tubes had been used by the company that preceded them into the building. The tubes had been used once upon a time to distribute inter-office mail prior to the advent of email and had been taken down and re-assembled for usage in the termination protocol. Tanisha had been one of the advocates for using the tubing when most of management had wanted to simply throw it out.

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Andra had adjusted the piping under her desk so that it was pressed against her shaved vaginal entrance. Unlike how she had been trained (to have the pipe above her desk, with her mouth open over the piping and tongue out at an angle to cushion the blow), she had found a more novel and erotic idea for the tubing of late, setting it slightly askew so that the top portion was just brushing against her clit.  She breathed through her nose in anticipation.

Hearing a change in the suction, she braced her pussy as it practically inhaled the nude tiny with a ‘fwumph’, Kevin’s little body grazing her clit with his outstretched hands and his head and torso were engulfed within her moist folds, his legs dangling out. Andra grunted lightly as the tiny body entered her.

Scooting her seat back a couple inches, she pulled the bewildered tiny from her snatch and, bringing it up to her face, set it softly on her tongue, closing her lips as she withdrew her tongue inward. She took lights breaths through her nose as she swirled the shrinky about.  

At another time, perhaps, Andra would feel compelled to protect the tiny, fragile creature. After all, she had a soft, nurturing side to her. In fact, her reputation as a sweet, caring manager was well known by her colleagues. But in this instance, she knew that the importance of administering the harsh lesson of punishment was required of her. To do any less would be unprofessional. And there were cravings to attend to – her lust and her hunger.

Her eyes took on a faraway look as she emptied all thoughts from her head and simply enjoyed the texture and taste of the tiny creature as it squirmed and struggled inside the confines of her mouth. He taste buds were in overdrive and she was salivating extensively.

This was the first thing Andra had eaten since mid morning (an apple she brought with her to work) and she didn’t waste too much time lathering the little body up before lifting her chin, baring her neck and, with a smirk, swallowing it down whole in two gulps, looking like a puppy taking in a small biscuit treat as she reared her head back with each gulp. The lump of protein traveled pleasantly down her perfect neck. She continued to diddle her clit with her free hand as her treat continued it’s journey into her belly. She gave not a thought as to the plight of her former employee, for his fate as her foodstuff had been sealed when she last viewed him at his regular size.

Andra smacked her lips, savoring the lemony aftertaste. It was always a pleasant surprise as to which flavor the process would engender from the shrinky. She completed some paperwork and stamped Kevin’s file cover sheet with a bold red ‘Terminated’ along with the date, before receiving the financial report from Jenny. Studying it for a bit, she turned the lights off and locked her office for the night and headed over to see the director.

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From the moment Tanisha had released him, Kevin’s body had violently been sucked into and flitted through the tube structure at what seemed to him warp speed on a roller coaster, the torque making the flesh all over his body jiggle, his limbs splayed out and his genitals flailing in the suction obscenely. His path took crude twists and turns and was all too brief, landing with a moist ‘splat’ into a very moist, warm, giving surface that absorbed and enveloped him, completely stopping his momentum. For an instant, he detected an earthy pungent aroma.

Before he could gather his bearings, the surface suddenly began moving. He was aware that he was for a moment brought out into the open air before being deposited back into another warm, dark, wet place. It moved underneath him and over him, shoving him this way and that and twisting him about. It felt very pleasurable and he quickly developed an erection. He didn’t have any idea where he was – it was completely dark, but there was no denying it, the thing or creature (or whatever it was) was completely dominating his movement, some type of wetness flowing all around him. He grabbed ahold of the musculature with both arms, trying to grapple with it when he felt something curl up right under his taint, squishing into his scrotum and pushing him upwards. It’s actions were tenacious as the insatiable creature jostled his genitals around. He couldn’t help but ejaculate and began to moan when he was suddenly thrust forward into an opening…

The sensation of falling made his heart flutter and his stomach was up in his throat as he fell into nothingness, fearing for his safety. Reaching out, he found something fleshy to grab hold of before the great musculature pushed him into an extreme tightness, feeling himself being compressed from all sides. As he continued to slip, he made another grab, but there was another compression and he felt himself squeezed down, ever downward…

As he plunged into the moist, humid chamber, the rushing noises, unbearable heat and occasional flickering light made him feel like he was within the confines of a great furnace. He heard a loud rhythmic beat coming from above. Suddenly, it dawned on him where he was. He pummeled the walls of her stomach yelling “No! You can’t do this to me!”, but soon lost his balance as the great muscle’s movement easily upended him. After making several unsuccessful efforts to stand, he slid into a goopy mess and his body was churned about, a great itching feeling developing along his whole body as the liquids enveloped him. He soon lost consciousness.

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Andra met with her boss, the director Tiffany Tenfeldt, at 5:30. It was the last meeting of the day for both women.

Tiffany, while several years older than Andra, was still in her prime years. Her auburn-colored hair gave way to her bespectacled amber eyes. She was a buxom lady, well-dressed and amiable. Tiffany had transferred into the department as a director years ago at a time when Andra began working for the company and the two knew each other well, occasionally eating lunch out together.

“So, how did you do on costs this month?”

“Great. We just brought our costs under margin…oh, um…about 20 minutes ago”, Andra said, with a mischievous smile.

“And you have enough skilled programmers to perform the necessary project work this quarter?”

“Oh, yeah”, she said, energetically in the affirmative, “that’s why we bring in consultants.”

“Great. Great”, said Tiffany, “did you get your end of month bonus?”

“Oh yes…the last of it, also about…20 minutes ago”, Andra replied, and the two gave each other a knowing smirk.

“I trust it was to your satisfaction.”

“Oh yeah, it was…scrumptious”, Andra said, rolling her eyes and sighing appreciatively.

“Perks of the job, my dear”, Tiffany said.

“Perks indeed”, laughed Andra, nodding in agreement.

 “You know my favorite motto – use and abuse”, she laughed, then, taking on a more serious tone, “Got any new talent coming in?”

“We have orientation with a batch of new recruits on Monday.”

“Wonderful”, said Tiffany, “by the way, I’m going to that new place off the strip, Forbidden Dish, for dinner tonight. Have you heard about it? Would you like to join me?”

Andra thought about it for a moment. “Ah…thanks Tiffany, but no. I’ve, um, got a few calories to work off”, she said, bringing her gym bag into view.

***

Andra went down to the fitness rooms. By this time on a Friday, there was no one else around, which was just as she preferred. Switching out to her training bra and silky workout shorts, she went up to her favorite workout bike and attached her special dildo device. 

She inserted Kevin’s orientation video into the monitor reader and, pulling aside the crotch of her shorts, squatted onto the seat, impaling her pussy to the hilt. As the video began playing, she grabbed the handles and began peddling.

Oh yes, I won’t have any trouble working off the calories from my snack in short order, she thought happily. With any luck, she would be able to take a quick shower, freshen up, and meet her boss at Forbidden Dish for some appetizers and maybe a dessert.

The End