Mini Employee of the Month by MicroMinister

“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.