Mini Employee of the Month by MicroMinister

“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.”