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Change Inc - Chapter Seven | Commission: jsm109
🕑 Added 2020-08-12 23:23:48 +0000 UTCVal slumped into her chair, spilling her breasts onto the desk. Rich watched wearily, making sure to steer clear of any potential danger zones on the wooden landscape. She sighed a hot breath, feeling deflated about Pete not being readily available to her.
Remembering Bill and Rich, she shook herself out from her train of thought. “Now, where were we?” Val asked, meeting the gaze of each of them and smiling. She reached towards her fries and grasped a handful before throwing them into her huge maw and chewing them hungrily.
With a small amount of potato still in her mouth, she spoke, “Teamwork. That’s what we’re all about at Change Inc. It’s about doing your part for the greater goo… Ugh what’s that?” Val swallowed the remainder of her food before running her tongue along her teeth. “I think there’s…” she sucked them once more, “Something stuck in my teeth”.
As she brought her hand to her mouth, with the nail on her index ready to scrape, she caught a glimpse of Rich standing on the desk before her. “Rich!” Val exclaimed suddenly, bringing her hand away from her mouth and looking at him; she continued to relentlessly tongue the string of turkey caught between her teeth. “This is a task much more appropriate for yourself, could you help me out?”
Rich was taken aback by the request, in spite of what he had seen thus far. His heart felt like it was going to burst and he was beginning to sweat profusely, worried that this was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to the size related tasks he’d be doing for this titanic woman.
Looking over to Bill for salvation, he was met by a helpless gaze. He had known Bill wouldn’t have been able to help him, he just had no other options to try. As he turned back to face Val, she leaned towards him and bared the teeth on the left side of her mouth.
He could see a slightly darker dot on her otherwise white teeth; their edges stained from coffee. Rich walked up to her waiting mouth and paused. He really didn’t want to do this.
Val grew impatient. “Come on! Don’t make me consolidate you further, there’s plenty of other jobs you could be doing if you were… smaller…” she threatened, her words full of venom and lust. She pointed to her mouth and moved it even closer to him, her huge teeth terrifyingly close, “What was I saying about teamwork?”
As Rich looked up at the food between the teeth of the huge woman, he raised his foot to close the gap when he was suddenly grabbed by Val. She had given up waiting mere seconds shy of Rich doing it on his own accord. She held him almost against her enamel and awaited his service, leaning back comfortably in her chair.
Rich couldn’t help but notice the minute details of her face from this close - the tiny blonde hairs on her chin and upper lip, her jowls, the crow’s feet sunken into the edges of each of her eyes. Her hot breath washed over him as he reached towards the piece of food and prepared to tug at it, it smelling mostly of coffee and the meat from her lunch.
He pulled at the food, unable to dislodge it upon his first attempt. Her teeth were strangely white considering her evident eating and drinking habits, a clear sign of persistent whitening he figured. Becoming increasingly aware of his surroundings, Rich realised he was being held directly above her fleshy, moist chasm that divided an ocean of fat wobbling with every slight movement.
He could see a light sheen across her breasts from sweat and her hardened nipples threatening to pierce through her blouse as he peered down at the ominous pit beneath him. Allowing him to continue his work, Val spoke through mostly clenched teeth, “You’re doing me a solid here, ya know. I’d be happy to return the favor… Let you rest up between the girls. How does that sound, hmm?” She reached down between her massive breasts and separated them as much as she could, revealing to him a depth in her labyrinth of fat that he definitely did not want to experience.
“I… I… I’m not tired, Val. Th… This is easy work!” Rich stuttered. Bill couldn’t help but notice the developing similarities between Rich and Pete, would he be due the same fate? He silently cheered for his small friend as he watched Rich succeed in dislodging the food finally. His sudden success surprised Rich as he was thrown over the edge of Val’s hand, only kept from falling between her breasts by Val’s remaining grip around his legs.
She considered just letting him fall between her breasts, an accident played off as his commitment to having a rest between them perhaps? No, not yet. She had other plans for Rich first.
With the food successfully out and Rich away from the safe and cosy confines of her mammaries for now, Val brought her lips up to his face and planted a wet kiss across it and part of his torso; her lipstick coating him. Pulling him away from her embrace, she thanked him, “You’re a lifesaver, Richard! Thank you so much!”
“Ah let me get that lipstick off ya, sorry!” Val said as she licked the thumb on her spare hand before rubbing it roughly across his face and shoulder. The lipstick smudged into his skin, causing Val to only rub harder and without mercy. After what felt like an age she finally stopped and looked at her work - a messy, bruised and still-stained red, tiny man.
Finishing her final few fries off, Val wrapped up, “Well, thank you both for accompanying me for lunch! I, for one, am extremely excited for what is to come”. She reached down to her phone and rang Melanie, “Hey Melanie, we’re done in here!”
Melanie quickly replied, “No problem, Val! Be right in!” Melanie entered the room and looked around, nothing too intense from Val with these two so far since it was in relatively good condition.
“Thank you for having us, Valerie”, Bill said as he climbed down from his chair.
Rich followed suit, “Yes, thank you Valerie! Thanks for the food also!” He walked across the desk towards the edge, planning to meet Melanie at the closest point he could. Melanie, with her task in mind, closed the gap between herself and Rich and reached out to pick him up.
Val stopped Melanie in her tracks, explaining, “No need for that on this occasion, thanks Melanie. I’m going to need Rich for a short while, my nails need a fresh coat.”
Melanie smiled at her boss, “That’s no problem at all, Valerie. Is there anything you’ll be needing from me?”
“Yes, I’d like you to take Bill here”, Val began, gesturing towards Bill who tried his best to keep a cool head in spite of his concerns for Rich’s welfare. “And allow him to shadow you for the rest of the day so he can learn more about how things work here in a practical manner. Does that sound okay with you?”
Melanie met Bill’s smile with a neutral glare, but he could tell what she felt towards him was anything but positive. It was in her eyes. The neutral face, he hypothesised, was for the sake of professionalism. She looked back towards Val and smiled once more, displaying her unshakable work ethic even in the face of things she’d perhaps rather not do, “Yes, that’s no problem at all, Val”.
“Great!” Val replied, she smiled a toothy grin to Bill in excitement for the depth of business knowledge he was about to be exposed to. “We have a very important meeting coming up with PharmCo Inc and I’d like us to be more than ready for it. If we’re going to absorb them, everything needs to be perfect”.
“Yes, everything is on track and I’ll be sure to go through all of my tasks with Bill as we complete them”, Melanie replied.
“Thanks guys” Val says, looking only at Rich and not paying them any further notice. Melanie looked down at Bill and simply walked out the room without saying a word. Bill ran after her and tried to keep up as she headed to continue her duties, not really interested in doing more than the bare minimum with regards to having him shadow her.
As Bill followed Melanie to her desk, he could only stand there feeling awkward as she began to look through her emails. “Is there anything you’d like me to do, Melanie?”
She spared him a single glance as she looked away from her computer and sighed, “No, not right now. If anything comes in for us to do and it’s simple enough, I’ll let you do it. Now just watch what I’m doing and try to learn something, okay?”
“Okay, thanks Mel” Bill replied sheepishly, using her name in hopes of building a little bit more of a friendly relationship. He could definitely use an ally, he figured.
“Don’t call me Mel!” Melanie replied sharply, not looking away from her computer this time.
“Oh… Er…” Bill stuttered, taken aback by her reaction, “Sorry Melanie, won’t happen again!” She scoffed at how much of a kiss up he was being. Bill stood there thinking about their exchanges, perhaps Melanie wasn’t going to be the ally he was looking for.
“Anyway…” Mel began, moving the conversation on to work topics, “As administrators, our duties are primarily focused around the management and distribution of information within the office”. She opened up her calendar and brought up the meeting that Val had mentioned, “You’re going to be in this meeting, your job will be to assist anyone who needs it - be that getting them a drink, taking down notes for Val or generally fulfilling any needs that will allow them to focus on the important stuff.”
Melanie concluded her synopsis of their role, “Quite simply, we keep everything running smooth. We man the business’ public phone number, we’re the first point of contact for visitors, we handle Val’s schedule and much more. It’s a very important job to be doing, you men are extremely lucky.” Given his size, Bill wasn’t exactly feeling the luck she spoke of.
Bill couldn’t believe that he, and likely other shrunken men, were going to be in the meeting. Were PharmCo aware of the fact men here were being shrunken, essentially against their will? Another company allowing Change Inc to consolidate men… He wondered if this really was the start of a global anti-men movement, the thought harrowing. Shaking himself from that thought, Bill asked, “So what will happen to their workforce if the meeting is a success? Will they work here or be laid off?”
“Make sure you don’t ask these questions in the meeting, you should be seen and not heard. The only reason I’m tolerating you is because I have to but I guarantee you this sort of curiosity won’t fly when the stakes are higher”, Melanie replied sharply. She rolled her eyes at Bill, evermore sick of his presence, “But to answer your question, I don’t know the full details of the merger. These things are way above our pay grade, and rightly so - we’re changing the world here.”
Still clicking through her computer as she spoke, Mel made a final click and the loud whir of a printer sounded. “Get those forms and take them over to Rosie’s team please, they’re sat at the desks by the kitchen”, Mel commanded Bill, providing him with an actual task as an admin.
“No problem, Melanie! Will do!” Bill responded happily, he made his way over to Melanie’s printer and stood on his toes to reach up to the tray where the forms were. With his arms in the air, he gripped onto the forms and pulled them out of it. He looked around as he considered the slightly daunting task of crossing the busy room once more.
Clutching the papers to his chest, Bill started his trek. As he walked he repeated the mantra, “Stick to the edges, stick to the edges”. He passed by women and men alike, all collaborating and working together. The lively chatter of the room meant Bill was in a constant state of paranoia as he walked, he hadn’t quite gotten used to living at this size and it felt like all eyes were on him at all times. He kept his head down.
As Bill skirted the room and passed the water cooler, he accidentally bumped head first into what seemed to be an immovable object. Stumbling back and rubbing his nose, he looked up at the monolith before him and realised he had crashed into the back of a woman filling her water bottle up. He quickly apologised, “Oh my! I am so sorry!”
“Who do you think you are?” The familiar voice asked angrily. Fear filled him to his core as he recognised who he had bumped into. As the woman turned to look down at him, Bill was met by the dark, slim features of Rosie. Her disgruntled look quickly faded in place of her usual devious grin. “Oh it’s you…” she said flirtatiously.
“And are these the forms Melanie was going to send my team?” Rosie asked as she took them out of his hands without giving him a chance to consider. “You’re such a gentleman, Bill…” she said as she slid them into the binder she had placed on top of the water cooler. With the forms safe, she tucked the binder under her arm. “Thanks Bill, I’ll walk you back to your desk. You clearly don’t have the hang of navigating the office at your size yet. You could use a big girl like me”, Rosie laughed.
“Oh you don’t have to do that for me!” Bill replied, trying to avoid any more time with Rosie. Her advances were getting stronger and he wasn’t sure how much she’d care about his consent.
“Nonsense! I insist, let’s go!” Rosie countered forcefully as she took a step closer to Bill, who was still facing her and not moving yet. Her crotch was dangerously close to his face as it loomed in front of him at perfect head height. The heat behind the denim of her jeans emanated onto his face invasively, causing him to feel violated even without her having done anything.
Rosie reached down with one hand and placed it upon Bill’s shoulder before turning his body in the correct direction for him. He could feel her mighty form towering over him as he began walking. Rosie matched his slower and smaller steps like a monumental, omnipresent shadow.
The short walk back took no time at all, much to Bill’s glee as he felt deeply uncomfortable in the care of Rosie. He could see Melanie typing away at her desk and couldn’t have been happier to see someone who had such a deep dislike of him.
As the two of them approached Melanie’s desk, she looked up from her computer at Rosie and paid no mind to Bill. “Hey Rosie, what’s up?” she asked in a friendly tone as she continued to type out an email.
“Eh, not much. Was taking a bit of a break when this little guy ran into me. I see he’s under your command now, taking a piece for yourself?” Rosie asked cheekily, grasping at Bill’s crotch and causing him to stumble backwards away from her constant advances.
“Urgh, no way!” Mel replied instantly. Bill didn’t know whether or not to be insulted by her total dismissal of him but he valued Mel for her consistency. At least he knew someone who certainly didn’t see the value in him for her pleasure. “Val wants him to shadow me, I’m just showing him what we do here.” Mel explained.
“Maybe you should let me show him what we do here…” Rosie proposed as she looked at Bill like he was the only answer to her urges. “Would you like that little guy? Do you wanna come with me? I’d let you shadow me much more... closely than Mel would”.
“Err… Errr… I-I think Val wanted me to shadow Mel specifically, sorry Rosie! Maybe another time!” Bill replied, satisfied with his reasoning and complementing it with a forced smile.
“Fine, I can wait”, Rosie agreed, disappointed. She winked at Bill, sending a shiver down his spine, and suffixed her agreement, “But I’m holding you to your word for another time!” Bill realised what Rosie had done - she had found his potential consent in a mistake in his wording.
Suddenly Val’s office door finally swung open to reveal Val’s titanic form. As she moved in front of Melanie’s desk to speak to her, Bill clocked Rich in her grasp looking a little sorry for himself, but at least he wasn’t naked and soaking. Turning to face Melanie, she brought her arm down in front of her and spoke, “Hey Mel, could you please book the hot yoga room for us tomorrow?”
While the women were speaking, Rich did his best not to vomit as Val carelessly held him sideways in front of her. He tried not to look down at the dizzying height but the alternative was the details of the massive woman before him. At the height he was being held he was horrifically close to Val’s menacing camel-toe. He could see each crease of her pants and the areas of tightness from where her vagina eagerly pulled the fabric into its moist grasp.
Standing side by side, Bill and Rosie couldn’t help but notice Bill’s proximity to Val’s cooch and they could tell that Rich had seen it too. He looked like a doll to her and she barely seemed to even acknowledge he was human as she carelessly held him before her. They could just make out a very subtle movement - the brushing of the edges of her fingers against her fat vaginal lips through the fabric of her pants. Each stroke brought Rich that much closer to the thing he so desperately wanted to avoid.
“Rich has kindly offered to trial being my new workout buddy too! What a doll!” Val exclaimed to the group happily. Bill knew that wasn’t the truth, although he knew it didn’t matter if it was or wasn’t. The only source of truth in this entire corporation was one thing and one thing only - Valerie.
“That sounds like a great idea Val!” Rosie chirped up. She looked down at Bill, “Perhaps we could be workout buddies too, you do owe me a rain check!” Bill didn’t know what to do or say, he kept his head down and hoped somebody would move the conversation on before he had to dedicate himself to anything. “I’d be sure to give you a very… thorough… workout” Rosie concluded, her sexual overtones easily apparent.
Val laughed at Rosie’s way with words, as she so often did. “That’s so great that you guys are getting to know each other! The value of a workout buddy is unmatched. It’s mutually beneficial too! I’m always dripping in sweat by the end of a session like that. And you can bet your ass my workout buddy will be soaked through too!” Val said, feeling the moisture in her pussy building as she held Rich painfully close to it.
