Mini Employee of the Month by MicroMinister

Billie must have passed out, because she woke up some time later, lying on her back on a cold, hard surface. She tried to move, but something restrained her arms and legs.

Her eyes flew open and her head snapped up.

She saw that pieces of duct tape pinned her arms and legs to a white surface, her arms out to her sides and her legs fully extended.

She grunted in alarm and started to call for help, but then she noticed the figure in front of her.

Seated in front of the white surface, turned to the side so that her face appeared in profile to Billie, was the giant visage of a girl that Billie recognized as Danielle, the HR Manager. Billie hadn’t spoken with her since orientation. Now, seeing Danielle’s young, petite face and ginger-colored hair at monolithic proportions sent Billie’s vision spinning.

Billie blinked to clear her head and strained against the tape.

“Hey! Why am I taped down!” she shouted.

Danielle swung rapidly around to stare down at her. Danielle’s blue-gray eyes widened and her pale lips smiled.

“Good! You’re awake!” the Human Resources Manager chimed.

Her voice rang Billie’s eardrums, but Billie couldn’t reach her ears to cover them.

“What’s going on?” Billie asked.

Danielle leaned back in her office chair, folding her arms beneath her smallish, perky breasts.

“An intervention,” Danielle said.

“Huh?”

Billie struggled against the tape again.

“Can you just get this tape off me,” Billie asked.

“Not yet. That’s part of the intervention.”

“What are you talking about?”

Staring nervously at her surroundings, Billie recognized Danielle’s office, but the small room now seemed gigantic. Billie must be taped to the computer desk. She could see the computer nearby, rising from the desk like a warehouse.

Billie remembered the office was located on the opposite side of the building from the employee entrance, accessed through a side door, and this memory made her already anxious gut churn uneasily.

Danielle’s smile widened, and Billie remembered that the girl seemed too young to be a manager. She couldn’t have been older than twenty-two.

“I’m talking about your job,” Danielle said. “You need to decide if you really want to continue with this.”

Then the fresh memories rushed into Billie’s mind: Dave’s giant, handsome face; Dave’s breath on her body; her naked breast bouncing and jiggling under the touch of Dave’s finger; her nipple hardening as it was tweaked and toyed with; three giants, including beautiful Heather, staring at her as a stranger molested her; the orgasm that had coursed pleasurably through her body like never before, directly in front of her three coworkers.

Billie’s pest control band clinked as her head dropped onto the desk.

“Shit!” Billie grunted.

“Yeah, ‘shit’ is right,” Danielle said. “You just got felt up like a doll by a customer, and you got off on it.”

Billie raised her head again, and she thought she saw a twinkle in Danielle’s eyes that could have been mischievous or jealous.

“That wasn’t my fault,” Billie said. “My body reacted. Plus, I didn’t ask him to do that.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Danielle said. “But you did allow yourself to be shrunk.”

“That’s part of my job,” Billie said in annoyance. “’And other duties as assigned.’ Isn’t that what it says, Miss HR Manager?”

Danielle’s lips tightened and her eyes narrowed. She leaned forward. Her chair creaked and her moist breath blew over Billie.

Billie instinctively flexed against the tape holding her down.

“I’m doing this for your own good,” Danielle said. “I told Heather I would help you see why you need to quit. And that’s what I’m gonna do.”

“You’re trying to talk me into quitting?” Billie said in disbelief.

“Yes, because, unlike you, I can see where this is leading,” Danielle said. “Once a girl with your…assets gets shrunk, people start to lose inhibitions. That includes coworkers.”

Billie’s body tingled again.

“I’m vibing with your concern for me,” she called to Danielle sarcastically, “but I can decide for myself if I want to quit or not.”

Danielle still hadn’t leaned away. Her face continued to hover directly above Billie.

“Things are only going to get worse for you,” Danielle said.

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you tell people what to do,” Billie asked. “Isn’t that your job as a manager?”

Danielle shrugged, brushing her breasts against the desk and quaking it. And still she didn’t lean away.

“I can only boss them around so much. Plus, I can’t be there all the time.”

“Why not just reprimand them like what happened with Sam?” Billie questioned.

When she mentioned Sam’s name, memories of the giant girl fondling her breasts played in her mind and her nipples hardened.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Danielle said. “Sam only got reprimanded because it was Heather who saw what happened. Other managers might to choose to...ignore the policies about Minis.”

“But then I can come to you and file a complaint, right?” Billie asked.

Danielle smirked knowingly and shook her head.

“’By submitting to being shrunk by the Mini app, you wave all potential for filing complaints of any kind,’” Danielle quoted. “That’s what the fine print says in the paperwork you signed.”

Billie’s eyes widened.

“Jesus. Really? That’s insane.”

“Hey, I didn’t write it. Or sign it.”

Billie stared up at Danielle’s giant, petite face while her warm breath played tantalizingly across Billie’s body.

Billie knew Danielle was speaking logically. A customer had just groped her in public and forced her to orgasm, after all. The logical thing to do now was quit and get the fuck out of this place.

But the thought of what she’d endured earlier started to arouse Billie again, and Danielle’s gigantic, cute face looming directly above her only made Billie hornier. Her already hard nipples became more erect. Her pussy started to soak her underwear again.

“I’m not ready to quit yet,” Billie said.

Danielle pressed her lips together tightly.

“I was afraid of that,” Danielle said.

Suddenly, one of Danielle’s hands flew over the desk and touched Billie’s leg with its forefinger. That finger slid up Billie’s leg, higher and higher, and came to rest on Billie’s right boob, where it pushed in on the breast through Billie’s polo shirt.

Billie lifted her head to gape at Danielle’s finger pressing into her breast.

“What the fuck?” Billie cried.

“I’m giving you a taste of what could happen if you stay at this job,” Danielle said. “Hmm, this shirt is in the way…”

Abruptly, she pinched Billie’s shirt with her giant forefinger and thumb, tugged it out of her pants, and lifted it all the way to Billie’s neck, exposing Billie’s bra.

“That’s a little better,” Danielle breathed, coating the tops of Billie’s breasts in moisture.

Billie flexed instinctively against the tape again.

“Are you seriously going to--?”

Then Billie gasped as Danielle squeezed Billie’s breasts together.

“I’m telling you, Billie, during orientation, I had no idea your tits were this big,” Danielle said.

She kept squeezing Billie’s breasts over and over.

“There’s no way people are going to resist playing with doll tits like these.”

Billie couldn’t believe her ears, could hardly believe the HR manager was doing this.

Then she gasped and moaned in forced pleasure from the giant, feminine fingers.

Danielle smirked.

“Especially not if you moan like that when they get played with. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? You like this, don’t you?”

“I...I…”

Billie stammered for words as her breasts got pinched and squeezed over and over through her bra, pleasure beginning to course from her boobs to her pussy.

“This bra is in the way too, though,” Danielle mused in a playful tone. “Hmm…”

Her fingers withdrew, granting Billie a chance to catch her breath.

As Billie gulped down air, her eyes bulged at the sight of Danielle’s hand returning with a giant pair of scissors.

“Danielle, what are you doing?” Billie cried in alarm.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” Danielle said. “But that bra has to go. Plus, I can finally find out exactly how big those tits are…,” she snapped the scissor blades menacingly over Billie’s chest, “unless you’ve decided to quit.”

Billie’s heart hammered. Her body tingled all over in sexual arousal. Her panties were soaked with her own juices.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’” Danielle said, smirk widening into a satisfied grin.

Her other hand appeared and carefully pinched the center of Billie’s bra, lifting it away from Billie’s breasts. Billie felt the bra straps straining against her back.

The scissors drifted forward and slid slowly toward Billie’s bra. Billie held her breath as the giant, metal blades closed on one of the bra’s shoulder straps and…

Snip.

The bra tension collapsed. Billie’s breasts jiggled.

Danielle quickly snipped the other strap, then whisked the bra away. The straps slid from beneath Billie’s back as Danielle claimed the bra.

Danielle held the bra up to one eye. Billie watched that giant eyeball squinting at the tag.

“Does that say thirty-four triple-D? Damn girl!”

Then she tossed the bra aside like garbage.

Her giant eyes now gleamed in wonder as they stared at Billie’s bare boobs.

Then Billie saw the girl’ s tongue slide hungrily over her lips.

“Nice, big, triple-D doll tits,” Danielle breathed huskily. “They look so tasty.”

Billie’s entire body trembled as Danielle’s huge face lowered. The HR manager’s lips drew closer and closer to Billie’s naked breasts, until they whispered against them and Danielle’s warm, moist breath tickled Billie’s erect nipples.

Billie shuddered in pleasure and closed her eyes.

In the next instant, she felt her breasts get sucked past Danielle’s lips with a slippery, squelching sound.

Billie’s eyes and mouth flew open.

“Fuck!” Billie gasped.

Air blasted out of Danielle’s petite nose as she began sucking on Billie’s breasts.

Loud, gratuitous, greedy sucking sounds emanated from Danielle’s lips as Billie felt the tug of suction power on her naked mammaries, all while Danielle’s giant tongue licked and lapped at them.

“Mmm, nngh, oh fuck,” Billie gasped.

The power of Danielle’s gigantic mouth on Billie’s boobs was incredible.

Danielle’s shameless slurping grew louder and louder as she sucked.

Then Billie glanced higher, and saw Danielle’s giant eyes staring at her, pupils dilated, wild with excitement.

Billie moaned louder.

Suddenly, she felt something tugging at the waistband of her pants, and realized Danielle’s giant fingers were trying to pull them down.

“Oh yes, yes,” Billie panted.

Danielle was slurping so loudly on Billie’s breasts that Billie almost didn’t hear the knocking on the office door.

When she heard the knocking, Billie’s body tensed up in surprise.

It took Danielle a few more seconds, while she continued to suck on Billie’s miniature breasts, but eventually she also noticed the sound.

Danielle’s head sprang off of Billie, and then her hands whipped over Billie’s body and removed the tape.

“Sit up! Pull your shirt down!” Danielle hissed in a whisper.

Billie was already doing exactly that. Her shirt brushed and raked her bra-less breasts.

Danielle hurried to the door, her quick footsteps quaking the desk beneath Billie, then unlocked the door and opened it.

Lucy stood in the doorway. She frowned at Danielle and watched her closely from behind her eyeglasses.

“Uh, why was the door locked?’ Lucy asked.

Danielle shrugged and smiled innocently.

“I wanted to keep our discussion private,” Danielle said. “Billie was talking to me about her experience. Sensitive stuff, y’know?”

“Right…,” Lucy said, sounding like she didn’t believe a single thing Danielle had said. “Well, Heather sent me to check on how things are going.”

“Good, good,” Danielle answered quickly.

Lucy waited for Danielle to say more. When she didn’t, Lucy looked suspiciously between Danielle and Billie over on the desk.

Billie’s heart still raced. She knew the HR manager had basically taken her turn at sexually assaulting her, but she didn’t think she could trust Lucy with that info.

And either way, the fresh memory of the assault didn’t bother her, it only kept her body in a state of sensitive arousal.

“Okay…,” Lucy said. “Heather wants me to bring Billie to her once you two are done.”

“Oh, okay,” Danielle said.

She rocked on the balls of her feet as she and Lucy stared at one another in awkward silence.

“So, are you done?” Lucy prompted.

“Err…” Danielle murmured.

She glanced across the room at Billie.

“Are we done, Billie?” Danielle asked.

Billie folded her arms protectively, which only scraped her hard nipples with her shirt and sent a shudder of pleasure through her.

She realized her shirt was wet around her breasts: Danielle’s saliva had coated Billie’s breasts and was soaking through them like Billie was in a wet t-shirt contest.

“Fuck,” Billie whispered to herself.

“Billie?” Danielle prompted, a note of worry in her voice.

“Yeah!” Billie called. “We’re done!”

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Lucy carried Billie in her fist as she walked out of Danielle’s office and down the short hallway, once again smooshing Billie’s breasts with her fingers, and apparently willfully ignoring Billie’s earlier request not to be held like that.

Only this time, the lack of bra caused Billie to feel every millimeter of movement of the fingers across her chest, raking, ticking, and teasing her breasts and nipples.

Lucy’s giant mouth kept flicking upward in a smirk.

“Good talk with the HR manger?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah,” Billie called through the bobbing of Lucy’s fist.

Lucy’s fist lifted Billie up to her face, her fingers pulled Billie’s arms to her sides and pinned them there, and her eyes zeroed in on Billie’s chest.

“Spill something on yourself?” Lucy asked.

“No,” Billie said quickly.

She struggled to free her arms, but Lucy kept them pinned in place.

“You sure? These look kinda wet.”

Her thumb rubbed Billie’s breast through her shirt.

Billie gasped and flinched.

“Yeah, definitely wet. And...hmm, looks like you’re missing something under here,” Lucy said as her thumb traveled over both breasts, jiggling them underneath the polo.

Lucy carried her outside into the bright, afternoon sunshine, but Billie hardly noticed.

“Hey, cut it out!” Billie shouted.

“Why?” Lucy replied. “It’s so obvious that you’re into this. My god, these things are so big on you.”

She carried Billie through the employee entrance and down the employee hallway, fondling Billie’s breasts the entire time.

Billie tried to resist, but she was soon closing her eyes and tilting back her head…

“Lucy, you brought her, thank you.”

Heather’s voice snapped Billie’s head up and her eyes open.

Lucy had carried her into the shrinking room.

Lucy placed Billie in corner of the room. Billie gasped for breath and crossed her arms over her soaked chest again.

“Thank you, Lucy,” Heather said curtly.

Lucy strode out of the room, shaking the floor, one giant woman stepping aside to reveal a second.

Heather kneeled in front of Billie, a worried smile on her oversized, beautiful face.

“How are you doing?” Heather asked.

“O-okay,” Billie called up, heart pounding as she stood in front of Heather.

“Here, let’s get you back to normal size,” Heather said.

Heather pointed the handheld device at her, and then the room, and Heather, seemed to shrink. Soon Billie was normal size and standing in front of Heather with her arms folded.

“I’m sorry about that,” Heather said. “Michael was supposed to protect you.”

“It’s okay,” Billie said quickly.

“No, it’s not,” Heather sighed. “Billie, I will miss working with you, but it’s for the best.”

“Wait, what?” Billie asked.

Heather frowned at her.

“Danielle and you talked about you quitting, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

Heather’s eyebrows rose.

“You’re not thinking of staying here, are you?” Heather questioned. “After what happened today?”

“Well, what if I am?”

“You were…harassed by a customer,” Heather said.

“Yeah, I know. But that’s part of the risk of being a Mini, right?”

Billie felt as surprised by her own words as Heather seemed to be.

“If you do stay on here, you won’t be working as a Mini anymore,” Heather stated.

“What? Why not?”

Billie didn’t expect to feel this sudden frustration or hear it in her voice.

Heather stared at her for a long time, then sighed.

“Give me the band,” Heather said, holding out her hand.

Billie snapped it open and handed it to her.

“Now, clock out and go home,” Heather instructed tiredly. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Before Billie could reply, Heather walked out of the room.

Billie hopped off the table and let her arms fall to her sides.

Her breasts jutted out, her wet shirt clinging to them. Their massive shapes were clearly visible because her bra had been cut off her boobs by the HR manager. The bra probably still lay on Danielle’s office floor like a lost piece of doll clothing.

Billie’s hand sneaked between her legs and rubbed her throbbing pussy. A low moan escaped her throat.

Then, catching her breath, she headed for the time clock.