Mini Employee of the Month by MicroMinister

“And after all that, you still want to work there? You’ve got be fucking kidding!”

Peyton’s voice rose to the high pitch it always reached when she was both angry and skeptical.

“But it’s not like anyone is hurting me,” Billie countered.

“No, they’re just objectifying and molesting you,” Peyton replied sarcastically. “Jesus.”

They were in Billie’s bedroom. Billie stood by the door, while Peyton sat on Billie’s bed with her long legs crossed. The view outside Billie’s window was dark. Her digital alarm clock displayed the time as 6:15 PM, about six or so hours since getting her tits sucked by the HR manager.

“Yeah, but I get paid a dollar an hour more,” Billie tried.

She thought Peyton would understand, but her best friend had been shocked and appalled since learning about Billie’s first days at Trader Moe’s.

“That’s not worth a dollar, and you know it,” Peyton said. Her small, dark eyes locked gazes with Billie. “It’s because this all makes you horny. That’s why you’re doing this.”

Billie felt her face blushing.

“N-no,” she denied weakly.

Peyton knew her too well.

“Yes,” Peyton said. “Oh girl, you are in trouble. You need to quit this place yesterday.”

“Why?” Billie demanded. “I’m having fun there, why should I quit?”

“Do you hear yourself?” Peyton’s slender body leaned forward. “They’re sexually assaulting you, Billie. They shouldn’t be okay with that just ‘cuz you happen to be a Mini at the time.”

Logically, she knew Peyton was right. But her body told her different things. Her body told her it liked being fondled and used by giant fingers, licked and sucked by giant lips, leered at like a doll by giant eyes.

Billie was getting wet again. She gasped quietly for breath.

“Shit, you’re getting turned on right now just thinking about it, aren’t you?” Peyton asked.

“No,” Billie lied again.

“That’s it. When you’re mom gets back, I’m telling her.”

“No!”

Peyton blinked in surprise at Billie’s sudden shout.

Billie forced herself to breath slower.

“Let me talk to her. In my own time. I know how to do it best. Even if I quit tonight, she’ll still be super upset that I waited this long to tell her.”

Peyton watched her skeptically for several seconds.

“Fine. But I’m stopping by that store tomorrow, and you better not be there.”

“Deal,” Billie promised.

Peyton watched her knowingly, and Billie looked away, avoiding her stare.

###

Billie didn’t tell her mom that evening.

She did, however, have an exquisite, naked masturbation session while thinking about the events of the day. Spams of pleasure rocked her body and she had to muffle her screams of pleasure in her pillow.

###

“Good morning.”

It wasn’t Heather who said those two simple words to Billie as she stood beside the time clock the next morning; it was Lucy.

Billie followed her down the employee hallway. Billie’s stomach felt like it twisted into knots.

Lucy led her into the shrinking room, picked up the band and handheld device, and handed the band to Billie. Lucy pointed at the usual corner.

“Let’s get you shrunk down, then you have a meeting,” Lucy’s tone was emotionless, but her mouth flickered in amusement.

“With Heather?” Billie asked, not moving.

“No, with the store manager.”

Billie’s eyebrows rose.

“Really? Why?”

“It’s better if he explains things to you.” Lucy pointed again. “Hurry up, please.”

“Where’s Heather?” Billie persisted.

Lucy frowned in annoyance.

“Brian will explain everything,” Lucy said.

Billie assumed ‘Brian’ was the store manager, though she’d never seen him.

Billie stared at the corner in the room, hesitating. But only for a few seconds. Soon she walked to the corner and rotated to face Lucy with her arms at her sides.

Lucy smiled in satisfaction and aimed the device at her.

###

Billie was not shocked when, a minute later, Lucy brazenly fondled Billie’s breasts through her polo as she carried her down the hall.

She struggled instinctively, but Lucy’s fist pinned her arms to her sides. Overhead, Lucy smirked as she toyed with Billie’s miniature breasts while staring straight ahead.

Billie’s mouth opened, though she wasn’t sure if it was too shout in protest or moan in pleasure.

She never found out, because Lucy rounded a corner, opened a door with a plaque that read ‘Brian Allin Store Manager,’ and carried Billie into a spacious office.

Billie found herself deposited on a clean, sparsely-decorated desk in front of a giant, seated man. The man appeared to be around thirty years old. He was handsome, with a clean-shaven face and vibrant eyes. He wore a blue dress-shirt and midnight-blue necktie. His name tag matched the plaque on his door.

She hardly had time to process the man’s image before she noticed who stood along the wall behind him:

Sam.

The teenage girl stared smugly down at Billie with a knowing smirk.

Lucy walked around and stood on the other side of the store manager.

The sight of Lucy and Sam flanking the store manager twisted Billie’s already anxious stomach.

“Ah, good morning Billie. It’s nice to meet you,” Brian, the store manager, said confidently. His voice managed to be loud enough to command all of Billie’s attention, but not so loud to hurt her shrunken ears.

“Hi!” Billie called weakly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to meet you sooner,” Brian continued. “I’ve been on a corporate retreat. But when I came back, I never expected our Mini pilot program to be such a success. Well done!”

“Uh, thank you?” Billie replied, rubbing her arms nervously.

“You see, after your…interaction with that customer the other day, he posted about it on our company page on Twitter. He gave us glowing praise. He was very happy,” Brian emphasized, smiling. “His post went viral. We were packed until closing time with people wanting to sign up for our store card so they could...meet you.”

Billie shivered, then shuddered, then shivered again. Her nipples burned as they poked through her bra and shirt.

“Really?” she called.

“Yep,” he replied. “There’s already a line outside our store this morning.”

Billie had noticed some sort of commotion around the main entrance.

“A line?” she repeated, nipples hardening.

“Oh yes,” Brian said. “So, we’ve decided to give you another dollar raise, and convert your status to full-time.”

“Really? Wow, thank you.”

As far as she knew, not even the managers here were technically full-time.

“Just two things, though,” Brian said. “First, I’ve asked our team to ignore the policy about customers and employees not handling Minis without consent. I think it will only...get in the way of our pilot program.”

Billie couldn’t believe the store manager of all people was saying this.

“Second, you’ll be required to wear special attire when staffing the card table as a Mini. Just something to...add to the atmosphere for our customers.”

Billie frowned.

“Y-you want me to wear different clothes than my work uniform?”

“Yes. They’ll be provided for you, based on help from our HR manager.” Brian said. “Women know how to dress other women, right?” he joked, flashing a grin of white teeth.

Seeing her bra up close and fondling her breasts probably helped the HR manager with that task, Billie thought with another shudder of arousal.

“So, any questions,” Brian asked.

“Um...where is Heather?”

For the first time, the enthusiasm painting Brian’s face wavered.

“Heather has been transferred to another store.”

“What?” Billie asked, disheartened and stunned.

Brian sighed, and his breath gusted across the desk to Billie, where it stirred her hair and filled her nose with a slightly dank scent.

“Heather had a different opinion on the Mini program. After some discussion, she’s been assigned as a Cashier Lead in another store, effective immediately.”

He gestured behind him.

“Lucy has been promoted to this store’s Cashier Lead.”

Billie’s legs seemed to vanish for a second and she swayed and almost fell over.

Lucy smirked widely, dark eyes twinkling behind her eyeglasses.

“And Sam has been promoted to Assistant Cashier Lead.”

Sam nodded, grinning mischievously.

Now Billie did fall down, landing on her knees in front of the store manager like she was worshiping a male god.

He didn’t seem to notice or care, or if he did, he didn’t show it.

“Anyway, congratulations on your role as a Mini,” Brian said briskly. “Well done.”

He held out a massive hand to her, making her flinch in surprise. It took her a few seconds to realize he was offering to shake her hand.

She climbed slowly to her feet and hesitantly reached out her hand. His giant forefinger and thumb pinched it in their calloused grip and gently shook it.

As his fingers released her hand, his thumb brushed her chest, so quick she could have imagined it.

But she knew she didn’t imagine it. Her pussy gave a sudden throb.

She wondered if she should ask to go home, or quit right there. But nobody gave her a chance.

“Well, Sam will take you to your break room, where you can change into your new outfit,” Brian said.

He’d barely finished speaking before Sam strode over, quaking the desk, and snatched Billie into her fist. She whisked Billie out of the office and down the hall like a careening roller coaster.

The roller coaster zinged up to Sam’s wide smirk, where moist breath blasted into Billie’s face.

“Did you miss me?” Sam taunted.

“Not exactly!” Billie called, grimacing.

“Well, I’ve missed you, little Booby Doll,” Sam snickered.

Her thumb hopped up and began jostling Billie’s breasts.

“This is gonna be great,” Sam said.

Billie struggled instinctively, but she was soon pressing her breasts into Sam’s molesting finger and slowly closing her eyes.

“You Mini slut,” Sam laughed.

Billie’s face blushed in embarrassment. She finally tried to pull her chest off the thumb, but Sam’s digit pursued her chest and continued its rough fondling.

They arrived at the closet with the miniature break room. Sam opened the door.

“Wow, this is really cool!” Sam said as she studied the shelf with its tiny furniture. “They went all out for you and those Mini tits, didn’t they? Which reminds me…”

Her fist rocked and jostled Billie as Sam reached into her pocket with her free hand. That hand returned and dumped something onto the shelf that Billie quickly recognized as a wad of miniature clothing.

Billie’s eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the clothes. She saw a silky, rust-red corset, lacy, push-up bra, black, shiny, faux leather leggings, and tall, black boots.

“Holy fuck!” Billie exclaimed. “They want me to wear that?”

“Oh yeah,” Sam’s giant face boomed smugly beside her. “And I’m supposed to leave you in here alone to change, but that’s not happening.”

Billie gasped as Sam’s hand pinched Billie’s polo shirt and tugged it upward.

“Hey! What the hell are you dommph!”

Billie’s cries were muffled as the polo shirt rose over her face, exposing her bra-clad breasts.

Soon the shirt popped off completely and Sam tossed it onto the shelf. Her giant fingernails clawed at Billie’s bra next and yanked viciously.

“No! Wait!”

But within seconds, Sam had ripped the bra painfully off her and sent her boobs bouncing free.

“No!” Billie screamed at the casual display of power in Sam’s fingers.

Sam held the bra up to a huge eye and squinted at it.

“Thirty-four triple-D, huh?” Sam said. “Nice… Wait until I tell Cal. He’s been asking what size those are.”

Billie glared at her gigantic face.

“You can’t just destroy my clothes like that!” Billie shouted.

“Not gonna need that kind of bra around here much more anyway,” Sam said dismissively, ignoring Billie’s comment.

She tossed the bra onto the floor like a used candy wrapper.

Her finger and thumb squeezed Billie’s naked breasts together.

“Management’s gonna want to keep these cans nice and pushed up,” Sam snickered.

“Fuck!” Billie grunted as she tried to pry the giant fingers off her breasts.

The fact that her bra had just been torn off angered her, but Sam’s fondling was quickly arousing her again, especially as the grooves of the girl’s fingertips raked Billie’s erect nipples.

“Dam these things are perfect!” Sam hissed. “So pale, soft, and fat!”

“No, no…mmh…” Billie's protests morphed into a moan.

“You are a Mini slut,” Sam laughed.

She awakened Billie from of forced pleasure by jerking Billie’s body around and grasping Billie’s shoes with her fingernails. Sam plucked off Billie’s shoes and socks, then pinched Billie’s shorts. She yanked and pulled until she succeeded in stripping the shorts off Billie’s toned legs.

Now she held Billie in her hand with only a neck band and a pair of panties on the shrunken teen.

She paused and began exploring Billie’s body with her fingertip. Billie tried to punch the finger or push it away, but soon gave up. Sam stroked Billie’s shoulders, abs, legs, and ass. She poked those ass cheeks and pinched them with a giggle. Her finger traveled around Billie’s hips and pressed in on her pussy.

Billie shuddered and grasped the finger, but at the same time, a deep moan of pleasure burst from her mouth.

“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” Sam murmured. “Your little kitty is so wet, Billie…”

“Sam?” a voice called down the hallway.

Sam gasped and dumped Billie onto the shelf.

Billie grunted in shock and pain. She slowly climbed to her feet and covered her breasts as her body trembled.

“Is she finished yet?” the voice called, and Billie recognized it as Lucy’s.

“Uh, n-no, not yet!” Sam called back, gigantic voice echoing into the closet and causing Billie to cover her ears.

“Well, tell her to hurry up. She’s on the clock!”

“Okay!”

Sam turned back and smirked down at Billie.

“What are you taking so long to get dressed for, Booby Doll?” Sam taunted. “You heard her. Hurry up!”

Billie glared at her monolithic form.

“You know what?” Billie began. “You can just--”

“You need help?” Sam interrupted. “Okay!”

With that, she seized Billie in one hand, snatched the push-up bra in the other, and brought both hands up to her face, which grinned in wicked glee.

“This is gonna be so much fun,” she breathed onto Billie’s topless body.

###

Billie was quivering with anger, shock, and lust when Sam carried her through the double doors. Getting forcibly dressed by Sam had been equally infuriating, traumatic, and arousing.

Worse, she now wore an outfit that clung to her legs and ass and pushed up her breasts, while also leaving the lacy top of her bra exposed for all to see.

But Billie temporarily forgot about that when she saw the scene inside the store.

Cal sat at the credit card table, watching eagerly as Sam carried her over. In front of the table, winding through an aisle and all the way to the store exit and out the doors onto the sidewalk, a line of people waited. Men, women, and teens, standing singly or in couples or clusters. All waiting for their turn at the credit card table.

Waiting for their turn with her.

A low rumble of conversation filled the store, but it died out when Sam approached.

Every eye in the store turned to stare at the shrunken teen in Sam’s hand, including from the direction of the cash registers, where Michael and Gracie watched intently.

Billie’s heart pounded in her chest as Sam placed her on the green tablecloth.

A sense of panic filled Billie. This was more than she’d expected. She wanted to get out of here, to go home and hide under her bed sheets.

“You know what to do?” Sam asked from behind Billie.

Her question must have been meant for Cal, because he nodded.

“Yep. Lucy prepped me,” he answered, still nodding.

“Perfect,” Sam said.

“Have fun, Booby Doll,” she whispered without warning in Billie’s ear, moistening Billie’s face, neck, shoulders, and bulging cleavage and making the shrunken teen jump.

Then Sam strode away.

Billie didn’t feel the table quake when Sam walked away, but realized that was because the table’s surface had been shuddering constantly: tremors from the crowd of giants.

“Hi,” Cal said to Billie with a wide smile.

His gaze flicked up and down her body and rested, once again, on her chest.

“Nice outfit,” he breathed, giant pupils dilating even as she watched.

“Thanks…” Billie said so quietly she doubted he heard her.

Then the first person in line, who her mind had only comprehended as a titan in a line of titans, finally solidified into a girl around Billie’s age with a slender body and smallish, pert breasts beneath her blue shirt. She had long, brown hair and large, dark-blue eyes that didn’t blink as they gazed down at Billie.

“So...do your thing?” Cal half stated, half asked.

Billie looked down at the credit card in front of her. Her heart raced. Her mind whirred.

“What’s the hold up?” a man’s voice boomed from somewhere in the line.

The rumble of voices had begun increasing again. People were milling impatiently in the line.

“Hey, now that she’s finally out here, can I just feel her up like that dude on Twitter did?” the teen girl asked.

“Uh…,” Cal said uncertainly.

He jerked his head almost comically between the girl and Billie, left and right, to and fro, back and forth.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Cal finally answered. Then he sat up straight and seemed to quote a prepared statement. “’At Trader Moe’s, the customer comes first.’”

“Bet,” the teen girl said distractedly.

Her hand whipped out and snatched Billie up, sending the credit card clattering onto the table.

The giant girl’s fingers were soft but strong as they pinned Billie’s arms to her sides. Her eyes widened as they stared up close at Billie’s cleavage in her corset.

“Wait! Stop! Don’t I get a--!” Billie cried out.

“Nice fucking boobs,” the girl interrupted.

Her fingers squeezed Billie’s breasts together in her new, silky corset like Billie was nothing but a living doll.