Mini Employee of the Month by MicroMinister

Billie woke up some time later on the shelf in her closet break room.

She sat up and rose slowly to her feet.

Sweat and saliva smeared her naked body.

In a numb trance, almost as if she wasn’t connected to her body, she walked to the porta poddy, stepped inside, relieved herself, then used the hand sanitizer.

The sanitizer’s strong, acrid scent snapped her fully back to reality.

“Fuck. That all really happened. Fuck.”

Her stomach grumbled, so she walked to the fridge and opened it up.

Someone had stocked it with various snacks, mostly small chunks of food that would be crumbs if she wasn’t a Mini: cheese, lunch meat, apples, grapes. She grabbed a piece of cheese and closed the fridge.

The cheese hadn’t made it to her mouth when she heard the closet doorknob turn.

The door swung open.

She draped her free arm over her breasts and pressed her thighs together.

“Sam, I’m still on my--” she began to call in a mixture of fear and fatigue, then stopped.

Cal stepped into the closet.

Even though Cal had already seen her naked, seen her get groped by dozens of customers, Billie felt a surge of embarrassment. Still clutching the piece of cheese, she crossed her other arm over her chest.

“What’s going on?” she called to him.

He didn’t answer.

He stepped up to the guardrail and stared down at her with his lips hanging open, eyes wide and dilated, and soft face painted in hungry curiosity.

“Cal?” she prompted, uneasiness churning in her gut.

“Lucy said you had a break room in here,” Cal finally said, his slightly dank breath blowing over her as he spoke. “She said she wasn’t supposed to tell anyone.”

Billie’s uneasiness got worse.

“Listen, Cal, I’m on break right now--”

“Me too,” he interrupted. “They sent me the same time as you. Closed down the application table. We already got through most of the line in only two hours.”

At his words, her thoughts turned inward. She wondered how only two hours had passed. It seemed like an eternity, an unending fever dream of giant strangers violating her most intimate parts as she climaxed in their grips.

“Do you like being tiny and naked?” he asked, snapping her back to reality.

“What?”

“Do you like it? Being naked in front of everyone? Being the size of a doll. Having them touch you? Seems like you did.”

She pressed her thighs more tightly together. His question caused feminine juices to start moistening her pussy. At the same time, guilt and shame made her visibly cringe.

“Let’s talk about this later, okay?” she said. “I’m on break. Plus it feels weird with you standing there staring at me like that.”

“But I want a turn too.”

Her blood seemed to freeze in her veins.

“What did you say?” she called to him.

“You let a bunch of strangers touch you. I want a turn. I’m your coworker.”

“Cal, I did that as part of my job, to help get credit card applications,” she explained as her heart pounded faster and faster in rising panic.

“But you liked it. I saw.”

“I didn’t--”

Suddenly, his hand lunged at her. She screamed as he grabbed her and yanked her off the shelf.

Her piece of cheese tumbled out of her hand as he brought her up to his face.

“What are you doing?” she shouted. “Put me down!”

“But I wanna see them. I wanna touch them,” Cal breathed over her.

His giant fingers forced her arms to her sides. She strained to free her arms while thrashing her legs helplessly.

“Fuck, they’re so big on you, I can’t believe it,” his huge lips spoke in wonder. “Wanted to touch them the first time I saw you.”

His other hand floated slowly into view, finger and thumb extended.

“Cal, don’t! Put me down! Put me down! No!”

He ignored her pleas and his fingers squeezed her ample breasts.

Instantly, sexual excitement and pleasure coursed through her. His giant, teen digits sent tingles of erotic joy from her breasts to her pussy. She shuddered in his hand.

“See?” he boomed excitedly, blasting her shrunken ears. “You do like this!”

He began roughly squeezing and rubbing her breasts, his fingers paying special attention to her nipples, grinding over them again and again.

“Cal! No...no…!” she panted.

But her body betrayed her, muscles convulsing in pleasure, pussy getting wetter and wetter, chest shoving into his molesting touch.

“You do like this,” he panted, gusting his breath all over her naked body. “Your milkers are so big…” He grunted loudly as he gave her breasts an extra-hard squeeze. “So...fucking...big…”

“No…,” she moaned, but she wasn’t sure if it was spoken aloud or only in her head as she arced her back under Cal’s molesting ministrations.

“Ugh...fuck…,” he grunted.

Suddenly, she was torn from her ecstasy when her world lurched into violent motion. The closet doorway sped by her. The hallway floor raced along beneath her. Wind blew through her hair and over her body as Cal’s fist flew through the air with his body swaying beside her, his shoes thudding loudly and rapidly far below.

A sharp turn brought a skyscraper-sized bathroom door in front of her, which Cal’s free hand slapped open.

Then they were in a men’s restroom, speeding by empty bathroom stalls until Cal veered into the last one, a large stall for wheelchair users.

Billie found herself dumped onto a cold, plastic surface. She scrambled to her feet and her brain pieced together that she stood on a toilet-paper holder.

Scents of stale urine assaulted her nose while the horror of where Cal had taken her assaulted her mind.

He had already closed and locked the bathroom stall and was undoing his belt, his huge crotch swaying in front of her.

“Oh shit. Cal! Cal, listen to me! This is not okay!”

But his face was filled with drunken lust. She doubted he heard a word she said. He merely stared down at her like she was a porn video come to life as he dropped his shorts and underwear to the ground.

His hard dick bounced into the air, wobbling below a sparse nest of blond hair. The member was modest for his size, but from her perspective it was a monster.

She gasped in wide-eyed shock and scrambled backward, pressing her back into the side of the stall.

“Nnngh,” he grunted down at her, “my dick looks so big next to your shrunken body, Billie…”

Hearing him say her name gave her hope that she could snap him out of this.

“Cal, listen, you’ve got to stop--”

“...but your titties still look so big on you,” he huffed.

Then his hand rushed out and seized her.

“No! No! No!” she wailed.

Her wail was silenced as his hand slammed her face into his giant teen dick.

His fist tightened around her and his cock, gripping her to its length.

“Mmph-No-mmph!” she screamed into the sweaty, musky flesh.

He began pumping her up and down on his shaft.

For Billie, it was a surreal horror show. Her entire body ground into his hard dick, including her pussy. His grip was tight, almost painful. And he kept slipping her breasts over his cock head, raking them across the top of his circumscribed penis over and over, allowing her to shriek in protest and fear before silencing her mouth with his giant dick, again and again.

Her body was battered and bruised. But the pumping only got faster, and faster, and faster.

Soon Cal was huffing and moaning above her like a monstrous Kaiju.

Worse, his dick began leaking precum, which smeared all over Billie’s hair, face, and breasts.

Without warning, his hand stopped mid stroke, positioning Billie’s breasts atop his cock head, and then his dick erupted.

Billie’s scream turned into gasps and sputters as her face and boobs were power-washed with gallons of thick cum. His dick shot out the white, creamy substance over again and again like a surging fire hose, coating her hair, painting her breasts, and filling her mouth.

All the while, Cal cried out and moaned happily above her like an ecstatic Olympian god.

The torrent went on and on. For Billie, it felt like another eternity.

When the shooting of boy juice finally stopped, Cal’s hand lifted her off his dick and set her back on the toilet-paper holder.

She coughed, spit, and gagged, trying to get the stuff out of her mouth. Her hair was coated in it. Her boobs were totally greased up with it. She shuddered in disgust and fell to her knees.

She was vaguely aware of Cal’s gigantic form thudding into the opposite wall, his shorts still around his ankles. When she glanced up, wiping his cum out of her eyes, she saw his dick shrinking and softening, cum dripping from its slit.

His eyes were closed and his face looked flush and healthy, matching the wide, contented smile on his face.

###

“Stop! Ouch! That hur--!”

Billie’s protests were cut short as Cal moved her fully under the jet of water yet again.

She hacked and coughed when he pulled her out.

He held her in the bathroom sink while cleaning his juices off her. His hands shook, his face grimaced in anxiety, and he kept glancing toward the bathroom door.

He resumed scrubbing her with his fingers, lathering her up in soap. He’d spent most of his time cleaning her boobs, unsurprisingly, and now had moved on to her face. Her hair hung in her eyes and clung to her neck. Most of the cum had been rinsed out of it already.

“You won’t tell anyone about this, right?” he asked.

A second after he asked, he swung her under the waterfall from the faucet again, but she wouldn’t have given him an answer even if she could.

A dull ache of shock and betrayal mirrored the physical aches on her body, a body he’d used as his own personal cum rag minutes earlier.

So far, no one had entered the men’s restroom this entire time, but now, Cal’s luck ran out.

As he brought her out of the water, the bathroom door swung open.

Michael walked in.

“Oh shit!” Cal hissed, freezing in place.

Michael also froze. His handsome face stared in surprise at the scene of Cal holding a naked Billie over the sink.

Billie felt a surge of relief.

“What the…?” Michael said. He pointed at Billie. “You know both Lucy and Sam are looking for her, right? And you.”

“Oh shit,” Cal repeated. “What am I gonna do?”

Michael folded his arms. He seemed to be thinking.

Then he strode over to the sink, his giant body stopping beside it.

“Go back out there. I’ll take her. Say you don’t know where she is.”

Billie’s relief curdled into a feeling of unease.

“’Kay, ‘kay,” Cal panted.

He dropped her into Michael’s hand, then ran out of the bathroom.

Michael held Billie by her waist, staring down at her thoughtfully.

She hugged her breasts and pressed her thighs together.

“Looks like you’ve had quite the exciting break,” Michael said.

“Ha, ha, funny,” she replied sarcastically.

“Still got some love juice in your hair,” Michael commented. “We’d better finish getting you cleaned up.”

But he didn’t move her toward the water. Instead, he turned the faucet off and lifted her closer to his face.

“Michael?” she asked questioningly.

“I was just thinking…,” he began.

His fingers slithered up her body and forced her arms off her breasts.

“Michael!” she protested, grunting and struggling.

His free hand floated over to her chest.

“Fuck! I am not okay with this right now! Stop!” she shouted in fear and anger.

“Hmm, from everything I’ve seen, I bet I know how to make you ‘okay with this,’” Michael said smoothly.

Then his fingers took hold of her naked breasts and began massaging them. Unlike Cal’s rough, almost childish fondling, his touch was deliberate and confident, strong but gentle. He carefully kneaded her breasts while gliding his fingertips over her nipples.

“No...no...oh God…,” she panted as pleasure began coursing through her mammaries.

His handsome face smiled down at her as his fingers fondled her miniature boobs. Her intoxicated gaze traveled over his pecs and biceps in his tight shirt, down to his manly fingers toying with her jiggling chest.

“Jesus, these things must be even bigger on you than I thought.”

Soon she was moaning and thrusting her breasts into his fingers.

“And there we go,” he rumbled in satisfaction, his pronounced Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

One of his fingers, Billie’s mind was too foggy from the pleasure now to know which one, slid between her thighs and pressed into her wet pussy.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned loudly, wrapping her thighs around his finger.

“Perfect,” Michael breathed.

She blinked, partially pulled out of her trance of sexual bliss, as he carried her away from the sink and into one of the stalls. The same stall, in fact, that Cal had taken her into.

Like Cal had done, he placed her on the toilet-paper dispenser and began unbuckling his belt.

“Wait, wait,” she called, fully alert now. “Not again!”

Michael’s hard dick, much thicker and longer than Cal’s, sprang in front of her.

“Mm,” Michael groaned.

His hand pumped up and down his hard, circumcised, veiny shaft.

“I may get fired for this, or worse, Doll Girl,” he panted as he stared drunkenly down at her. “But after what they let those customers do to you, I doubt it. Either way, those epic titties on you will make it all worth it.”

Then for the second time in a half-hour, she was seized by a giant hand and slammed into a giant, hard cock.

###

“She wanted to talk to you.”

Lucy placed Billie on the desk.

Looking over her shoulder, Billie saw Lucy peering down at her with a frigid expression behind her glasses.

“Thanks, Lucy. You can go now,” Danielle said.

Lucy said nothing. She turned and walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

Billie’s shoulders jumped at the loud noise, sending her breasts jiggling.

Michael had cleaned all of his and Cal’s fluids off her, but her hair still lay wet against her scalp and hung in her eyes.

Billie’s heart pounded as Danielle leaned forward in her desk. When Danielle spoke, her tone was polite and professional, but a mischievous sneer danced on her lips.

“So, you wanted to speak to HR?”