Mini Employee of the Month by MicroMinister

Billie only managed to perform a few spin and kneel moves with the credit card that morning. The rest of the time, the next customer in line snatched her before she got the chance.

The customers wasted no time in invading her miniature body with their giant fingers, paying special attention to her breasts in her corset, but not also rubbing her pussy or pinching or spanking her ass through her leggings.

At first, Billie was shocked and scared by this sudden molestation from giants. She even struggled and protested a bit:

“Hey! Stop!”

“Hold on a second!”

“Don’t I get a say in this?”

But invariably, the giants ignored her.

Cal was no help to her. He sat by and watched as she was fondled. He almost drooled out the side of his mouth as he looked on.

Soon, Billie found herself getting more and more aroused by the touch of giant fingers. Men, women, teens, all took their turns snatching her up like a toy doll and squeezing her breasts, rubbing her pussy, and slapping or pinching her ass, all while smiling or grinning or laughing.

Strangers were molesting her, Billie thought to herself, strangers were toying with her teenage body.

Her nipples soon hardened fully and her pussy oozed moisture. She began shoving her body into the molesting touch of the giant customers as low moans escaped her lips.

Her outfit was soon disheveled, her leggings pulled down to expose part of her right hip and thigh, her corset pulled down and her bra askew so that her breasts almost spilled out completely.

She lost all track of time, but at some point, as a twenty-something man with a scruffy beard and long sideburns poked and stroked her pussy while his morning breath blasted her face, it was too much.

Strangers were making her cum, she thought.

She emitted a high-pitched shriek of pleasure, hugged his finger with her powerful thighs, and humped the digit while crying out wordlessly as the orgasm blasted through her teenage body.

“Fuck yeah!” he laughed at her as she collapsed in his grip.

More laughter and clapping exploded from the customers in line behind him.

“Jesus,” she heard Cal whisper from behind her.

Her energy spent from the orgasm, she slipped into semi-consciousness.

But that didn’t stop the customers from playing with her. They simply began passing her on without placing her on the table each time. She was dimly aware of fingers continuing to squeeze and grope her curvy, nubile body as she lay in helpless fatigue in grip after grip of giant strangers.

###

Billie awoke some time later and found herself lying on the floor of her miniature break room.

Sam loomed in front of the shelf as a tan-skinned, hazel-eyed, teenage goddess smirking down at her.

“You are fantastic, Booby Doll,” Sam said. “We ran out of credit card applications.”

Billie slowly sat up. She looked down at her outfit. Her breasts were barely contained in the corset, and her leggings had slipped below part of her thick ass.

She stood on unsteady legs and began adjusting her clothes.

“This is your lunch break,” Sam explained. “I’m supposed to leave you here to rest, eat, and use the restroom. And I will, but first…”

Her hand shot out, grabbed Billie, and whisked her up to her face.

“...I wanna taste these knockers.”

Her other hand pinched Billie’s corset and hiked it above her chest, then pinched Billie’s bra and tugged it downward, sending Billie’s breasts dropping out into the open air.

“Wait!” Billie cried. “I need a brea—!”

Her protest was cut short as Sam sucked both of Billie’s breasts into her mouth with a loud slurping sound.

Billie gasped, her fit, curvy body wriggled in Sam’s grip, and she pounded on Sam’s nose, but none of that stopped Sam from sucking on Billie’s breasts like two grapes, raking and lapping at them with her tongue.

The sensation was too pleasurable for Billie, combined with the sight of Sam’s huge face filing her vision, Sam’s giant eyes leering down mercilessly. Billie began moaning and shoving her boobs deeper into Sam’s mouth.

Sam’s thumb sneaked over and rubbed Billie between her legs. As her wet pussy squelched with moist sounds, Billie cried out in sexual bliss and orgasmed in Sam’s grip.

Sam laughed and lay Billie on the shelf. Billie spent most of her break in a sexually-exhausted heap, only managing to use the portable restroom and eat a piece of cheese from the fridge before Sam returned and grabbed her again.

“Hey, Mini Ho, it’s back to work we go,” Sam taunted as she carried Billie down the hallway.

###

The afternoon proceeded in similar fashion. Billie was passed from giant customer to giant customer, who took turns feeling her up like a doll.

That morning, several customers had played with Billie and walked off without filling out an application, so now Cal made them fill out an application before picking her up. She got used to seeing giant hands shaking as they hurriedly scribbled out information onto a credit card application before those hands greedily lunged at her and wrapped her in a fist.

Giant strangers made her cum two more times that afternoon.

As she kneeled on the table with only ten minutes left in her shift and a few people still in line, she looked up at the next customer and gasped.

“Peyton?” Billie breathed, stunned.

Peyton put her hands on her hips like a grumpy Venus statue.

“I can’t believe this,” Peyton said. “Oh wait, yes I can.”

Billie stared up at her, unable to think of what to say to her friend.

“I’m here to take you home,” Peyton told her.

“Uh, the store manager really wouldn’t like that,” Cal said.

“I want to talk to said manager,” Peyton said. “They can un-shrink her before we leave.”

Peyton leaned over the table. Seeing her friend as a towering giantess sent a sudden thrill through Billie.

Peyton reached down and gently wrapped Billie in her fist. She lifted Billie past her trim abs and pert breasts to her face…

...and paused. Her eyes stared at Billie, lit by a gleam of wonder.

“You know, you are really cute at this size,” Peyton said quietly, her breath lightly caressing Billie’s skin.

Her gaze danced over Billie’s body, coming to rest on her chest.

“Peyton?” Billie called in disbelief.

She wondered if her best friend was actually considering what Billie suspected she was.

Peyton’s thumb traveled slowly across Billie’s breasts, a long, single stroke through the corset.

“Uh, if you want to play with her, you have to fill out a credit card application first,” Cal said.

Peyton stared at Billie with an expression that seemed more like appraising a new toy than looking at her friend.

Billie gazed up at her best friend, and didn’t know if she wanted Peyton to snap out of it or not.

But Peyton did snap out of it, blinking and shaking her head.

“No, I want to talk to your manager, now.” Peyton said.

“Um, okay, just a minute,” Cal mumbled unhappily before standing and trudging away.

“Hey, am I gonna get my turn to touch her?” a middle-aged man in line behind Peyton asked.

“Shut up, perv!” Peyton snapped at him.

He glared at her but seemed too scared or embarrassed to say anything else.

“I don’t need to go home yet,” Billie called.

“Oh really? You sure about that?” Peyton asked.

Billie grimaced.

“I think--”

“How can I help you?” came Lucy’s overly-polite voice.

Billie twisted in Peyton’s grip to see Lucy standing on the other side of the table, hands on her shapely hips, peering sharply at Peyton through her glasses.

“I’m here to take Billie home. Or do you want to let customers molest her some more?” Peyton said venomously.

Lucy smiled tightly while her eyes flashed in annoyance.

“That’s fine. She has less than ten minutes left in her shift anyway,” said Lucy. “Follow me.”

It occurred to Billie, as Peyton carried her down the hall behind Lucy, that even though Peyton was there to rescue her, neither she nor Lucy had actually cared about what Billie wanted.

###

As Billie sat in the passenger’s seat of Peyton’s old Hyundai hatchback, Billie texted her mom to tell her not to pick her up, that she was getting a ride home.

An awkward silence filled the interior of the car.

The process of leaving the store had been extremely awkward for Billie, and having Peyton there only made it worse. From changing into her shrunken clothes from that morning while both Lucy and Peyton waited outside the closet, to Lucy and Peyton passive-aggressively arguing over who would carry Billie to the room to be un-shrunk, to Lucy sneaking a feel of Billie’s boobs and ass when she won that argument, to Peyton watching with an unblinking and unreadable expression as Billie took off her pest control band and handed it to Lucy.

Now, sitting in the car beside her best friend, those events kept replaying in Billie’s mind, along with the fresh memory of Peyton’s giant thumb jostling Billie’s breasts in her corset.

They arrived at Billie’s house without either of them saying a word.

As Billie opened the door and started to climb out, Peyton finally spoke.

“You’re going back tomorrow, aren’t you?” Peyton asked in a tone of forced neutrality.

Billie wasn’t sure what to say, but found her head nodding.

“This whole thing is fucked up, you know that, right?” Peyton replied.

Billie thought for a few seconds.

“Sometimes fucking up can be fun though, yeah?” Billie said.

Peyton’s face was unreadable at first, but then Billie saw her eyes glimmer mischievously.

“Hmm. Bet,” said Peyton.

As Billie walked up to her front door, her nipples hardened again and her pussy began drenching her underwear.

###

The next morning, when the shrinking process finished, Sam’s tan calves flexed like living columns as she crouched over Billie and smirked down at her.

“Got an announcement for you, Booby Doll,” Sam said.

“Uh, what?” Billie called up, nervousness stirring in her gut.

“Well, Lucy and I were talking with Brian, and you’ve become such a big hit with the customers, we all think the sexy outfit was a mistake.”

Billie was surprised to feel a wave of relief.

“We think it’s better if you just stay naked during your shift.”

Billie’s mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged.

“What?” Billie squealed.

Sam’s smirk widened.

“The customers are here to play with your body, after all. Why annoy them with pesky clothes?”

“Uh, look, Sam, I don’t think I’m ready for--”

But Sam was already reaching out a giant hand for her.

“No! Stop! Wait!” Billie screamed.

Sam grabbed her in a fist and lifted her up to her face.

Then the giant teen began to strip off Billie’s clothes.

“Don’t fight me so much!” Sam warned. “I don’t want to tear your clothes.”

“Stop! Wait! Wait!” Billie kept shouting as she was stripped like a doll.

But it did no good. Within seconds, she wriggled naked in Sam’s grasp, wearing nothing but the band around her neck, while her clothes lay wadded Sam’s other hand.

Sam smiled happily and took a few seconds to feel up the shrunken girl, pinching her ample breasts and stroking her full, smooth ass.

“God you are even cuter naked,” Sam breathed. “The Booby Doll: T and A Edition.”

“Sam, listen, please,” Billie begged as she watched her breasts getting squished between Sam’s forefinger and thumb, “I’m not ready for this.”

Sam’s giant shoulders shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter. The decision’s been made.”

Billie’s stomach reeled as Sam stood up.

“No! Wait! Wait!”

Billie’s wails were too tiny to echo off the walls as Sam carried the naked, wriggling Mini down the employee hallway.

###

Sam placed Billie on the credit card table. A line of giant customers trailed out the store entrance again, and Cal once more sat behind the table.

Like yesterday, Gracie and Michael watched eagerly from across the store like hungry, humanoid mountain peaks.

Billie draped one arm over her breasts and covered her crotch with her other hand. She looked frantically between Cal to the first customer in line.

The first customer, a pretty, blond woman in her thirties, smiled warmly down at Billie.

“Oh, look how she tries to cover up,” cooed the woman. “How adorable!”

Cal, meanwhile, stared with his soft lips hanging open and his young eyes wide, shamelessly staring at Billie’s naked body.

“You took off all her clothes?” he asked.

The question was obviously meant for Sam, but he kept his gaze on Billie.

“Yep. Manager’s orders,” Sam quipped. “See you in a bit.”

The table quaked beneath Billie’s feet as Sam strode away.

“Cal, listen, you have to help--”

Billie’s words were cut short as the woman grabbed her and whisked Billie up to her face.

The woman’s giant fingers smelled of sandalwood perfume as they forced Billie’s arms to her sides.

“Wow, so young and already you’ve grown them so big,” the woman cooed.

“Please, I don’t want--!”

But the female customer didn’t seem to care what Billie wanted. Her womanly fingers were already poking and teasing Billie’s naked breasts.

“Such big, big boobies on you,” the woman breathed in wonder.

Billie grunted and strained to free her arms, but was soon overwhelmed by the sensation of writhing completely naked in the grip of a giant woman as her breasts were toyed with. Her nipples sprang to attention and her pussy began moistening.

“Oh fuck, no, fuck…,” Billie moaned quietly.

“Are you sure this is okay?” the woman asked Cal, while still squeezing and jostling Billie’s rack.

“Uh…I think so….,” Cal said. Then he added more confidently. “Yeah, at Trader Moe’s, the customer comes first.”

The woman ran an experimental finger down Billie’s abs to her crotch, where it pressed in on her wet pussy.

Billie shuddered and gasped as an intense orgasm erupted from nowhere and exploded through her body. She convulsed in the woman’s hand and screamed wordlessly in joyful, sexual bliss. She arched her back and shoved her breasts upward. They jiggled as her body shook in the sensual flood.

Then she slumped forward in the woman’s hand.

“Wow, wow, wow,” said the female customer. “That was amazing, little girl. I guess at Trader Moe’s, the customer doesn’t always cum first,” she added with a musical giggle.

As Billie felt herself getting handed to the next customer, she called out groggily,

“Wait, no more yet…”

A dark-haired giant in his late teens seized her body in a fist that smelled like stale pizza.

“Shit. Nice tits. Hey dude, can I suck on ‘em?”

“Uh…,” Cal said.

But he didn’t wait for Cal’s answer before shoving Billie into his giant face, where his lips slurped hungrily over her naked breasts.

Billie first hung limply in his grasp as he sucked and licked, then started punching weakly on his stubbly face, but was soon grinding her breasts into his giant, rough, assaulting tongue, moaning in pleasure once again.