Mini Employee of the Month by MicroMinister

It wasn’t Lucy who met Billie by the time clock that morning; it was Heather.

Billie’s heart seemed to skip a beat and her feet literally skipped a step at this sight.

Heather’s fit body waited with calm poise, arms behind her back. This accentuated her pert breasts, small but appearing surprisingly firm for her age. Her khaki pants clung to the toned hips and calves of her long legs.

As Billie approached, she realized this was the first time she’d seen Heather at normal height. Even so, the older woman measured several inches taller than her.

Billie smelled a fresh floral perfume on Heather, a mixture of earthy and citrus scents, and noted that she hadn’t noticed that yesterday.

“Good morning,” Heather said.

Her smile was formal, reserved, but her green eyes seemed to glimmer.

“Morning,” Billie said.

“Go ahead and clock in, then come with me,” Heather instructed.

As she followed the older woman down the hall to what she’d come to think of as the Shrinking Room, Billie couldn’t help noting her shapely bum in her pants.

“I’m very sorry about yesterday,” Heather said when they were alone in the room. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

Billie didn’t know what to say. On principal, she agreed. But she’d just spent that morning pleasuring herself to what happened yesterday, so… She chose to say nothing.

“Because of that, and because today is your first full, eight hour shift, we’re going to try something different,” Heather continued. “I’ll be with you at the table for the first four hours of your shift.”

Billie clenched her fists and tried to hide her delighted surprise.

“O-okay,” she told Heather.

“Are you ready?” Heather asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Billie said.

Renewed excitement filled Billie as Heather strode over and picked up the handheld device and the band, then handed the band to her and directed her to a corner of the room.

As Heather grew into a beautiful monolith, Billie’s body began trembling in sexual giddiness.

A black, stylish dress shoe clopped down in front of her. Billie craned her neck backward and her gaze traveled up giant calves, huge hips, wide, flat stomach, big, pert breasts, to a giant, pretty face framed by ginger locks like a sculpture peaking out the leaves of a lush weeping willow.

Heather crouched down. Her pants gripped her crotch tighter, outlining the large treasure there, and Billie’s eyes bulged.

“I’m going to pick you up now, okay?” Heather said.

“Y-yeah.”

An over-sized, mature, feminine hand with long, red-painted nails reached down for her. Fingers pinched her gently by her sides and lifted her off the ground.

Heather stood up carefully and slowly, but the movement still sent Billie’s innards lurching.

Heather held her in front of her face and blatantly studied her like a new doll. Billie saw wonder and adoration gleaming in those huge eyes, like a child finding a Christmas gift they’d hoped for all year.

Her grip on Billie’s body was firm yet careful, strong yet gentle. The scent of her perfume permeated each of Billie’s breaths.

“Doing okay?” Heather asked.

“Fuck yeah,” Billie muttered, then said louder, “Yes.”

“Good. Here we go.”

###

All four customers who visited the table that morning signed up for a card after Billie’s performance.

Billie felt she was performing more for the giant woman seated beside her than the giant customers standing over her.  She spun and kneeled with deliberate grace, watching Heather out the corner of her eye and throbbing wetly each time.

Michael operated the cash register across the room, so when Billie wasn’t getting turned on by Heather’s older, giantess presence or by the scrutiny of a random, giant stranger, she had him to look at. She didn’t stand a chance of staying dry today.

“So Billie, what do you do outside of work?” Heather asked after the fourth customer left.

Her mature, womanly voice coated the words with casualness and intimacy at the same time.

“Y’know, the usual stuff.”

She pressed the credit card against her chest defensively as she answered Heather.

“Like what?”

“Uh, chilling, movies, video games, working out.”

“Is that all?”

Her giant upper body now faced Billie fully. Her face displayed a knowing expression, as if she sensed Billie had more to tell.

“Well…”

Billie lowered the card.

“I’m also into music.”

“What kind do you listen to?”

Billie could have gone along with the apparent misunderstanding, but said, “No, I mean I perform and publish my own music.”

Heather’s eyebrows rose.

“Really? That’s wonderful.”

Billie blinked up at her. In all her conversations with her friends and her mom about her aspiring music career, the word ‘wonderful’ had never, ever been uttered.

“What genre of music?” Heather asked.

“Uh, pop, but I go for more modern R&B or blues style, not that sugary mainstream stuff. You could classify it as alternative, but alternative is such an archaic…”

She stopped and lifted the card again.

“What is it?” Heather prompted.

“Sorry, I-I was geeking out,” Billie stammered in embarrassment.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” said Heather. “Music is your passion. Nothing to be ashamed about.”

The card lowered below Billie’s breasts again.

“Thanks.”

Movement caught her eye and she turned to see Lucy walking briskly across the store. As Lucy passed their table, she turned and shot a quick glare at Heather. The Cashier Lead didn’t seem to notice.

“Is Lucy okay?” Billie asked.

She instantly wished she could take the question back. She didn’t want to get any further into the middle of whatever was happening between them.

“She’s fine,” Heather said in a neutral tone. “She’s filling in for me today so I can work credit apps with you.”

Billie’s stomach twisted, immediately recognizing that was the exact reason Lucy wasn’t fine.

A middle-aged woman walked past the table.

“Hello, would you like to save $100 on your next grocery order?” Heather asked pleasantly.

###

As Heather carried her in a secure, gentle grip down the employee hallway for her break, Billie was surprised when Heather passed the break room and kept walking.

“I’ve set up a special break room for you,” Heather’s voice drifted down from above, as if she read Billie’s mind.

When Heather stopped in front of a closet by the employee entrance, Billie instantly lowered her expectations for this ‘special’ break room.

That lasted until Heather opened the closet door and carried Billie inside.

The closet was small by industrial standards but still huge to Billie. Its white walls shone clean, swept, and polished, empty except for a shelf on the right at about waist level to Heather.

And on that shelf sat an assortment of furniture that Billie knew was miniature but that looked regular-sized from Billie’s current perspective: two couches, a loveseat, and a fridge. The furniture ringed a white, thick rug.

Billie even noticed a blue porta potty in the corner of the shelf, right beside a normal-sized pump bottle of hand sanitizer.

The shelf was lined by a plastic guardrail, which Heather’s hand sailed over to place Billie carefully on the rug.

Billie gazed around at the shelf’s furnishings, and when she turned to stare up at Heather, Billie was grinning.

“Wow, thanks!” Billie called up.

Warmth shown through the polite smile on Heather’s giant face.

“This comes from the budget we were allotted for the Mini pilot program,” Heather explained. “The furniture was miniaturized. The fridge was built specifically for Minis and runs on advanced batteries. And the porta potty and sanitizer…,” she grimaced for a micro second, “that’s not ideal, but the potty is wired into the wall and comes with plumbing.”

Billie laughed, and realized how new and strange her own laughter sounded in her ears.

“I’ll take it!”

Heather’s polite smile widened.

“There are also pest control emitters here and here,” Heather said, pointing to black cylinders half Billie’s current height nestled in opposite corners of the shelf. “They run on the same advanced batteries.”

Billie nodded, then spread her arms wide to indicate the whole shelf.

“This is great!”

“Glad you like it,” Heather said, polite smile widening further. Then her lips curled down. “Lucy was supposed to take you here yesterday but apparently forgot.”

“No worries,” said Billie, despite a quick surge of annoyance at Lucy.

“There is an emergency exit here,” Heather said, pointing to a flap door beside the porta potty. “It leads to a chute that sends you outside.

She stared down at Billie with a gleam in her eyes. A silence filled the closet.

“What is it?” Billie heard herself asking.

“Nothing,” said Heather. “Standing there next to that mini furniture, you just look…”

Her hand drifted closer to the shelf. A fractional movement that Billie still noticed.

Then Heather shook her head as if waking from a trance, ginger curls swishing.

“I’ll leave you alone for your break,” Heather said.

Billie wanted to tell her to stay. The words caught shyly in her throat. By then, Heather had left and shut the door behind her.

###

“My cell phone isn’t working,”  Billie called when the door opened and Heather’s gigantic body stepped in front of the shelf again.

Billie sat cross-legged in the loveseat. When Heather’s gaze fell on her, the giantess’s face brightened into an expression of adoration.

Heat pulsed between Billie’s legs at the sight.

“Yes, that’s the thing about the Mini app,” Heather said. “Shrunken tech is unpredictable. Usually, it won’t work. I’m having a specially-designed flat-screen TV shipped out to give you something to do during break times.”

“Wow,” Billie said. “Thanks.”

She hopped out of the seat, walked over to the edge of the shelf, and waited.

Without a word, Heather carefully picked her up.

This time, she brought Billie closer to her face, closer to her plush lips. Billie stared at them, painted lightly with pink lipstick, sleek and soft. As Billie inhaled floral perfume, she found her neck straining, slowly lifting her face to those giant lips.

She gasped when those lips drew closer. Above them, Heather’s eyelids lowered. The lips began to part.

Billie’s body vibrated. Her nipples hardened and pulsed.

Then Heather halted and blinked. Her giant face flushed red.

“Ready to go?” Heather asked, sounding uncharacteristically nervous, off-balance.

“Y-Yeah,” said Billie, gasping for breath.

“Th-then let’s go,” said Heather.

###

As the young, male customer walked away after filling out a credit application, Billie gasped and slowed her aroused breaths. His eyes had been so hungry, staring at her every curve.

Looking over at Heather watching her only increased Billie’s arousal. Almost four hours into her shift, Billie felt on fire with lust, soaking wet, nipples hard.

The customer’s kept ogling her, almost drooling with a desire to pick her up.

Michael still worked across the store, handsome face and fit body teasing her.

And she kept thinking about Heather’s lips, so close…

“Well, it’s about time for me to go.”

The words blindsided Billie and she snapped her head up.

“I need to finish some things before the end of my day,” Heather continued.

“Who’s going to sit with me the rest of my shift?” Billie asked, unable to keep disappointment out of her voice, while realizing she never bothered to think about that question until now.

“Cal and Gracie start in a few minutes. They’ll relieve Michael, and he’ll sit with you.”

Billie’s mind whirred, trying to process how she felt about that.

“I’ve spoken with Michael,” Heather said in a reassuring tone. “He will make sure you’re treated appropriately.”

“Okay…”

“Here they are now.”

Cal and Gracie emerged from the employee doors one after the other and walked over to the checkout lanes.

In almost no time, Michael was walking down an aisle toward Billie’s table.

Heather stood up.

“Good work today,” she said to Billie, polite and professional.

“Thanks,” Billie said, a pang of sadness in her gut.

The table shook and Michael came to a stop in front of it.

His body towered over Billie. She noticed how his polo shirt hugged his giant pecs and biceps.

“Hey,” Michael said to Heather.

“Hello,” Heather replied. “Make sure you both take a lunch break in ten minutes.”

“Sure,” Michael said.

He was already staring intently at Billie when he said it, gaze centering on her chest.

“Have a good day, you two,” Heather said.

Then she strode away, shaking the table beneath Billie’s feet.

Michael hadn’t taken his eyes off Billie.

“’Sup?” he said.

###

Michael sat much closer to her than anyone at the table so far. His elbow rested only a foot or two (from her perspective) away from her. He loomed beside her, handsome and strong.

She could smell a fresh, soapy scent wafting off him. It soothed her and tickled her arousal at the same time, knowing it came from his thick, large locks of hair or his gigantic, lean muscles.

“So, how you liking this Mini shit?” he asked.

She folded her arms over her breasts, conscious of the way the movement rubbed her nipples around.

“It’s okay,” she said. “They’re paying me a dollar more an hour for it.”

He smiled smugly down at her.

“That’s the only reason you’re doing it? Not enjoying it at all?”

Her spine tingled.

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged his strong shoulders.

“Well, I dunno, some people might enjoy being tiny and carried around. Kind of fun, you know?”

She raised her head higher on a neck that now trembled.

“Would you enjoy something like that?” she called.

He slowly shifted toward her and his giant hand gradually slid closer. She watched his fingers approaching and felt her heart pounding faster.

“Actually, I’m more into the idea of doing the carrying,” he said, smug smile widening.

“Michael! What’s up man?”

The shout made both Michael and Billie jump in surprise, though Michael’s jump rocked the entire table beneath Billie’s feet.

The table continued to quake as a young man rushed across the store toward them.

He appeared to be the same age as Michael. He wore a tank top and board shorts. His skin was a golden tan and his hair blazed blond; he looked like a stereotypical surfer dude. Billie had seen plenty of those...and never got tired of it. His arms, chest, and calves were lean and toned like Michael’s, and his tanned face belonged to a fashion model.

He arrived at the table, towering over Billie, and grinned at Michael, flashing perfectly-white teeth.

“I didn’t know you worked here!” the young man boomed.

“Dave, it’s been a while!” Michael boomed back. “What are you doing out here?”

Billie’s ears were ringing by now, but she quickly forgot about that when Dave caught sight of her.

His blue eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

“You’re working with a Mini? No way!”

He stepped in front of her, covering her in his shadow, and the next thing she knew, warm fingers had wrapped around her and whisked her into the air.

“Hey!” Billie cried

He brought her in front of his handsome, billboard face and pinned her arms to her sides. His gaze roamed frantically over her shrunken body as she kicked her legs in protest.

Then his thumb sneaked between her legs and pressed in on her crotch.

She shuddered as her juices seeped out from the pressure of his thumb’s violation.

“Whoa, Dave, hang on!” Michael said from behind her. “You can’t--”

“Fuck, she’s a hot little doll girl,” Dave breathed on her. “Check out her mini hooters.”

Then, before Billie could say a single word, his free hand lunged, pinched her shirt, yanked it up, and began using its forefinger to play with her breasts.

She gasped as she felt his giant digit poking at her boobs in her bra cups, pushing in on them and doing its best to knock them around.

“F-fuck!” she heard herself cry out.

A chair scraped loudly over the floor behind her, and then Michael was standing beside Dave.

“You’re not supposed to do that!” Michael said.

But when he saw Billie’s partially-exposed breasts getting fondled by Dave’s finger, he momentarily froze, as if hypnotized by the scene.

“Man, these tits are so big on her,” Dave commented.

Billie opened her mouth to shout when Dave’s rough toying popped her right boob out of its cup. Her breast flesh jiggled in front of the young men’s prying eyes.

Dave’s fingertip slid over her nipple and raked it with its nail. Billie moaned in a sudden jolt of pleasure.

The two young men each filled her horizon like an erotic colossus, toned chests crowding together as they stared at her like an amazing new toy.

“Michael! What is going on?” a familiar voice shouted from nearby.

And then Heather appeared on Dave’s other side, her ginger hair framing her horrified face as she saw Billie in Dave’s grip and her naked breast beneath his finger.

“Put her down now!”

They all stared at her. Three attractive giants stared at her as one of them molested her bare breast like she was nothing but a plaything.

Finally it was too much for Billie. The tense arousal that had been building up all day exploded through her.

She arched her back, shoved her chest against Dave’s assaulting finger, and cried out loudly in pleasure. She ground her crotch against his thumb as her orgasm coursed through her body.

All three of the giants’ expressions transformed into shock as they watched her cumming in Dave’s hand right in front of them, her shrunken vocal cords blasting out a high-pitched shriek of ecstasy as her shrunken body humped, shimmied, and shuddered in Dave’s grasp.

When it was finally over, she slumped backward. Her head lolled lazily on her shoulders.

The three giants kept staring, speechless.

Michael was the first to break the silence.

“Well fuck!”