Greg sat on the plastic edge of a giant keyboard gazing up at the bright monitor blinking before him. The large blue error message that blazed across the screen intimidated the five inch tall man just as much the imposing shadow of any callipygian women that might befall him. Seeing this message meant that regrettably, Greg was going to have to do his job.

“See little I.T. dude…” A booming feminine voice says from behind him. “…I’ve been getting this message like all morning. I still haven’t even been able to log in yet!”

The beginning of the day was tough depending on which employee took him first, but since there was an actual computer problem today it meant Greg was spared from the usual treatment he received. But this blue screen meant that safety would be short lived as it was likely just one ctrl+alt+del away from being fixed. Soon he would be tossed off to someone else and it wasn’t even 10 o’clock yet!

But things like this always happened to Greg he had long since resigned himself to the cruelties of life as a shrunken man in a giant girl’s world.

So when Cecilia (The Boss) first hired him as I.T. for her all female staff it wasn’t a surprise when she made a lot of things very clear to Greg about the specifics of his new position at her company. First was that he was to serve the entire staff not only in all I.T. related matters but also in any “general office tasks” that they may require of him. He would be the lowest rung on the totem pole and so everyone would be his superior and he would assist everyone at their own discretion and their own convenience. The only real rules for everyone else were: Don’t Break the Merchandise (Don’t Let Any LASTING Harm Come To Greg) & Always Share (No One But Cecilia is Allowed to Have Greg for More Than One Hour). Other than that he was at the total mercy of his workplace superiors.

He was lucky that right now that superior was one of the newest face to the company and not someone more familiar with the established hierarchy of the office yet. She innocently asked him, “Like my phone is working fine so it’s not wifi right?”

Greg turns back to face (one of) his superiors, in this case the sunny smiling face of Shelby (The Receptionist). She was new to the team and Greg was happy for her to be here. Shelby may have been a bit ditzy but she wasn’t evil which is more than could be said for some of the other girls.

“This stupid thing is just so stupid!” Shelby exclaimed while smacking a few keys down hard on her keyboard in frustration. The force knocked Greg clean off the keyboard and right onto the mousepad. The little bit of padded rubber cushioned his fall.

“Owww. Careful Shelby!” Greg calls up to her.

“Oh sorry sorry little dude, my bad.” She wasn’t prefect. But at least she wasn’t actively using her authority or size to lord over him.

“It’s fine whatever.” Greg answers as he picks himself up and dusts himself off. “Anyway for this problem I need you to listen to me and follow my instructions carefully. Now, put in these numbers on the keyboard; control…”

“Oh Control Alt Delete! Duh. I know that!” Shelby said proudly (mostly to herself for knowing something about computers). Without a thought the girl leaned forward into her desk and poked each of the the three keys with her index finger. “Huh it didn’t work? You sure that was it?”

An answer wouldn’t come as when Shelby had allowed her breasts to fall down onto the top of her desk and right on top of little Greg. He felt the soft ball of flesh envelope his surroundings, the tight hugging fabric of her collared shirt rubbing on his skin. In seconds his whole body was face first on the desk, hidden from the outside world.

The absent minded girl smothered her tech support down into the plastic wooden surface of her desk. Greg struggled for breath amidst the terrible weight pressing on his back. He tried to lift himself but was crushed back down again.

“Oh! Duh. I have to hold the buttons down.” Shelby said to herself. As expected this solved the problem and the computer rebooted. “Yay! We did it little guy! …Little guy?”

Shelby looked around her desk and couldn’t spot Greg anywhere. Shelby got up and immediately started checking her surrounding desk area, in doing so she freed Greg from the weight he was suffering under.

Unfortunately for him though, Greg’s tiny form remained stuck to the fabric of her top just long enough to be pulled up with Shelby when she stood. But unfortunately he lost grip just after this and fell to the ground beneath her desk.

“Oh well. Someone else probably grabbed the mini dude while I was busy doing his job for him.” Shelby said with a snorting laugh.

The “Mini-Dude” had actually landed right in the centre of the sole of one of Shelby’s shoes. The young receptionist spent so often sitting at her desk that she had taken the habit of removing her shoes once she got situated. Doing this small ritual today would spell disaster for Greg something he was made aware of right from the second he landed.

Like being dropped on wet sponge the tiny employee shuddered at the horrid foot scented air that filled the space around him. Greg clutched at his nose tightly and walked over to the edge of the shoe. His feet making soft wet scrunching sounds with each step. He stopped when he felt the slight tremors of approaching footsteps.

“Hey Shelby aren’t you coming? It’s time for the morning meeting.”A helpful reminder came from the voice of Nora (Accountant) who was striding right past the reception desk.

“Oh shit sorry! Thanks Nora!” Shelby hastily grabbed her notebook (she had to take minutes) and ran off to the conference room so quick she almost forgot to put her shoes back on. But she didn’t.

“AAAAAAAAH!” Pitifully screamed Greg as Shelby’s pantyhovsed toes fell down onto him from out of nowhere. Regular sized people could move a lot faster than him and so he was powerless as Shelby casually forced her flats on. Because of this Greg fell down and was forcibly pushed into the toe cap of the shoe by her foot. Shelby didn’t feel anything when she had her shoe on and Greg was left trapped in the sweltering prison box tightly next to her purple painted toe nails.

During the walk Greg got to experience the feeling of Shelby’s entire body weight crushing down on him.

Over. And Over. And Over Again.

With every single step.

…

Shelby hopped into the conference room quickly, it was already filled up with Cecilia and most of the other female employees at the company. She got a seat next to Nora and pulled out her note pad. After a bit longer Cecilia quieted the room and began the meeting.

“Morning ladies, if we’re all ready let’s begin. Now Rebecca last week you mentioned…” The actual words being said faded into the background of Shelby’s mind as she jotted down every point and reply. It was starting to become a little difficult as a growing sensation was building in her left foot.

Hard to describe but it was like her pantyhose were all bunched up at the point of her shoe. She flexed her toe muscles to try to untangle it but doing so only seemed to cause her more mild discomfort as the thing in her shoe started to prod at her toes even more. Shelby pressed her big toe on what she thought was the largest bundle of pantyhose and tried to drag it down further into her shoe.

None of this really solved the problem as it just spread the discomfort from in front of her shoes to more underneath the sole of her foot. Shelby pressed down on her shoe in the hopes of flattening the thing in her foot and thankfully it succeed. The distraction was gone and she could go back to her diligent note taking.

“Psst. Psssst. Hey Shelby?” Nora’s whispered voice rose from next to Shelby. “You still have the little man right? I need to use him now, like right now.”

“Oh umm sorry I don’t have him but I think…”

“Excuse me!” Interjected Cecilia who glared over at Nora and Shelby clearly hearing their discussion. “Can you two explain to me why you feel the need to interrupt me with your conversation?”

“Oh umm, umm sorry I-” Began Shelby before getting cut off by the Nora’s frankness. “Little Man is missing again.” Cecilia let out a chuckle.

“Well why didn’t you say so! Alright girls you know the drill. Boobs, Butts, and Bottoms. Let’s go! Everyone help each other.” On cue the entire staff rose and started examining their cleavage, their butt and their seats, and the bottoms and insides of their shoes. Greg was so often misplaced throughout the day that the staff knew by heart where exactly to check if their toy went missing.

It didn’t take long for the girls to find a 2 dimensional Greg laying at the bottom of Shelby’s shoe in a pool of her foot sweat. They all laughed and laughed at this sight while Greg was just still trying to find the strength to fully open his eyes from the foot fumes. The first thing he saw was a cavalcade of beautiful giant faces, all laughing at him. The second thing he saw was Nora’s hand.

“Oh thank god!” Said Nora as she unceremoniously plucked the man out from the shoe and placed him right next to her backside. Nora started to strain.

“Oh come on Nora who are you kidding, you never have to fart.” Joked Tiffany (Agent). “Your ass is gonna have stage fright again. Just give it to Sadie she always has some farts to feed it.” All the girls laughed again.

“Hey!” Sadie (Office Administrator) said before a large gurgle wrung out from her the inside of her gut. “Actually nevermind you’re probably right hahahaha!”

“Shut up shut up everyone! I’m gonna do it!” Nora said still holding the completely out of it Greg to her backside. She strained as hard as she could and pushed with all her might and ended up letting out a tiny little squeaker fart that was barely heard from over the crowd of women.

brrrrfff

“Boooooooo! Weak!” Went all the girls with thumbs down disapprovingly. Greg could not concur with their assessment. What was a tiny minuscule bubble to them was a gigantic earsplitting pop that flooded his environment with a raw sewage aroma ten times worse than the foot stench he was just drowning in. The thick wall of gas clouded around him even as his body was handed off to Sadie.

Despite the complete lack of work that was currently being done Cecilia could only watch her underlings with pride. Truly, she didn’t have to do much to push these girls into abusing Greg. All it took was a swift assurance that there would be no repercussions and you couldn’t believe the amount of punishment they were capable of dishing out. That wasn’t the environment she fostered though that was just what the girls brought to the table themselves and Cecilia was glad for it. What Cecilia had fostered (and what was clearly taking shape) was a community. A community more akin to a drunken frat house than a place of business but a community nonetheless.

She felt a happy warmth inside whilst watching Tiffany use Greg as a buttplug for Sadie and then again seconds later when all the girls laughed and cheered and fell on the floor cause the force of Sadie’s fart was so hard it launched Greg out of her butthole and fired him like a cannon across the conference table. He landed right in front of Cecilia.

“Fuck almost cleared the whole table!” Bemoaned some of the girls.

“As fun as I know this is for us all, we do actually have some work to do today girls.” She picked up Greg by the back of his shirt and through him high up into the air.

“You know the rules, first come first serve.”

A smattering of hands filled the air like and like a bunch of bridesmaids clutching for a bouquet of flowers. As Greg was tossed in the air yet again (still too out of it to really understand what was happening) he found himself caught by Julia (Agent and Employee of The Month) who took no time whatsoever in stuffing Greg inside her sock.

“Thank you Julia.” Cecilia could always depend on Julia both as a worker and a tormentor. Greg would have an awful time with her. The rest of the ladies took their seats a few stewing for failing to catch Greg.

“Now if we’re done with the distractions let’s continue…”

…

Greg had regained a bit more lucidity since the morning meeting manhandling, but said lucidity was currently being put to the test courtesy of the cheesy odour coming from the bare foot presented before him. The strong smell permeated the air stinging at Greg’s lungs just from proximity.

“I don’t feel your hands.” Said Julia looking up from a report she was typing on her monitor. Her shoes were off and her bare feet were propped up on the desk for Greg to get easier access. He sighed and went to work caressing and massaging the bottom of her dirty soles.

Julia wasn’t the worst person at the office but she was far from the best.

Unlike many of the others who would take great pleasure in toying with Greg in new and exciting ways Julia was more economical in her approach. To her Greg was a foot massager and nothing more, it was what she liked and it didn’t distract her from her work.

Greg still found her tone to always be so cold and direct. And she was always such a professional it was intimidating just to watch her work. One time she even threatened to drop Greg in a pot of hot coffee if he couldn’t successfully get his mouth all around her full pinky toe and suck on it. Julia said that to Greg while on hold with a client and then went right back to the phone call like it was nothing.

A dejected Greg found himself morosely complying with her demands all the time after that. So now without even thinking he instinctively got down on his knees and started kissing and sucking on Julia’s salty foot bottom.

Big mistake.

“Ahem! Who told you to do that?” She pressed her feet down on the table and twisted her heel like crushing a bug. “Learn to listen!”

Greg got up from his squashing and grinding and went back to work on the feet only nodding solemnly to Julia as a way of acknowledging his mistake. She wasn’t looking when he did it. Greg placed his tiny hands on the rough edges of her feet and started rubbing.

Suddenly and without warning a sharp pain stretched across Julia’s stomach. She winced and grabbed tightly at her sides. Slightly concerned Greg stopped and was given another sharp reprimand from the struggling woman. “How many times…”

BRRRRRSSSSSHHHPPRRR

A huge but short toot instantly blasted out of Julia’s backside cutting herself off. Greg was shocked. He had never heard Julia fart or really do anything slightly unbecoming. He was even more shocked when all the way at his distance the intense stink of her fart was able to reach him. It smelled foul and was toxic to the little man who began choking on the stench. Julia took her feet off the table and doubled over in pain again. “Augh…” She said straining as a deep low fart burbled out of her guts painting the room in an even thicker odorous mist than before.

PPPRRRRRRRBBBB

“OH! Oh! Fuck!” Julia was now desperately clutching at her sides as she got up took very fast but very small steps out of the room. Greg could only watched surprised as her wavering hand snatched him up.

Greg was being firmly gripped in Julia’s right hand while her other hand was still holding her insides in. She hastily walked through the office and found herself to the toilets thankfully managing to avoid conversing with anyone whilst making the trip.

“OH! Oh please, oh please, oh please.”

As the steps started to increase Julia’s stomach loosened more and more releasing short bursts of flatulence throughout the air. Julia practically ripped open the bathroom door but the last few steps to the stall were as quick and nimble as a ballerina while the subsequent unloading was as long and disgusting as hippo’s.

Julia practically fell into the toilet seat only barely managing to drop Greg off to the side. He landed on the top of the metal cover for the toilet roller. The edge of Julia’s pants and underwear had just made it off when…

frrp

frssshh’FSSSHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBRRR

Two gas bubbles was all that was left behind to stop the torrential tsunami of shit that was fired into the toilet soon after. Julia’s arms shot off to the sides of the stall like she was bracing for impact. The palm of her hand hit right dead on Greg and pinned him to the wall while she strained to push out her shit.

“Oh stupid fucking breakfast burrito. You stupid fucking idiot… FUCK!”

Behind her wincing and cursing Julia unloaded pile after pile of sludge into the toilet bowl. The scent of her shit soon filled the tiny space of the stall even so Greg could experience the ungodly pain from the wafting smell. In her hand Greg was still completely smothered and being compressed more with every minute. Whether she knew he was there or just didn’t care was a moot point as Julia took no shame in pulverizing the tiny man within her grip.

After god knows how long of ungodly sounds and smells Julia had finished.

She took a hearty relieved sigh and relaxed her hand. Greg was free and collapsed onto the top of the metal cover again, barely able to keep himself up. His body felt like jelly. He looked over to see Julia breathing heavily and looking right at him.

She wasn’t actually looking at him. She was looking below him at the empty cardboard roll of toilet paper that was hanging there. “WHY!? For fuck’s sake! WHY?!”

Her eyes immediately turned upward to the tiny man who was pulling his shirt up over his nose to avoid the smell of her poop.

A nice clean white cotton shirt.

Julia snapped her fingers.

“Shirt. Now.” Greg looked confused and then he spotted over the edge of his spot at the empty tp underneath and understood precisely.“Oh no. Please no.” Julia just rolls her eyes and starts removing Greg’s shirt for him. “Unbelievable that I have to deal with this.” She mutters.

Her fingers point and prod at Greg’s upper body and prove to be so rough and invasive that he just gives in and takes his shirt off himself. Greg felt so ashamed and foolish standing there shirtless handing it over to this giantess next to her steaming toilet. The awful rancid smell of her giant shit pile was only getting worse by the second though so he was hoping to get this over and done with soon. Julia held up Greg’s tiny long sleeved shirt in between her fingers and looked disappointed.

“Your shirt is really only this big?” Julia attempted to roll up the clothing but it did very little to make it more useful. To her his top was barely more than one square of toilet paper. “Oh forget this.”She hands the shirt back to Greg and turns around presenting her bare dirty ass to him. He’s almost exactly at eye level with the top of her crack. “I’m not getting shit on my hands. You do it.”

“No! Okay! No! That’s the last straw! I…” Julia had already snatched him up off the metal roller and brought him over to the toilet. Greg was dangled by the tips of her fingers over a giant swamp of brown slurry. The disgusting aroma wafting it’s way directly up to him from this vantage point. He took in everything. “If you don’t wanna clean that then how about you clean up this instead? And believe me I will not fucking hesitate to flush you.”

Greg began wiping Julia’s ass.

The colossal ass in front of him dwarfed the man by a wide margin even the entrance to her butt crack felt more like a giant door way to him. Julia was gracious enough to open her butcheeks to grant him easier access this only released all the smeared shit and debris that was left around her brown asshole. The shirtless little man started to get to work.

It was heart-wrenching just to watch his favourite shirt be sullied so quickly. At the mere contact of her wrinkled anus the cotton cloth was soaked in a liquid brown that filled in every stitch of the fabric. Julia had been right about the cloth being too small and it didn’t take long for the leftover shit to completely cover the make shift toilet paper. Greg pushed around the cloth as best he could to every nook and cranny but it was of limited use and his hands quickly became brown. Julia too soon realized the hopelessness of this task after spotting the now completely brown shirt in his hands.

“My god. Just use your fucking tongue or hands or something.” Julia said clearly annoyed and maybe even a little embarrassed. Greg hesitantly complied picking with his hands at the bits of shit and forcing his tongue into every small crevice he previously couldn’t reach. His face scuffed with brown stains and fart juices as he rubbed his mouth into the wrinkles of her anus to scrub it clean. The atmosphere around her butt had been bad enough on it’s own but the closer proximity and tasting of it was another thing all together. Soon Greg’s tastebuds were filled with Julia’s filth leaving him to taste the bitter sour remnants of what once might have been food.

It took him at least twenty minutes but the little ass wiper was able to clean the gargantuan asshole before him (or at least to a standard Julia deemed acceptable). When he was done Greg spit out as much as he could but he feared the taste of Julia’s asshole may always be with him (or at least until the next asshole). It was a long day. Even if the next person was worse he didn’t care he just wanted to get away from this woman.

Julia who was now just finishing to compose herself from her out of character expulsions thankfully granted his wish. The whole episode had been an ordeal for her but once the wiping was finished Julia was a girl possessed. She fixed herself up, straightened out her outfit and put her hair back in a ponytail before flushing the toilet (and also Greg’s shirt). Greg just watched as Julia prepared to leave him sitting there shirtless but instead she turned back.

“If you ever tell anyone about this, I WILL FUCKING EAT YOU!” She slammed the stall door shut leaving Greg alone on the toilet roller with no way down. Worst of all he couldn’t even use his shirt anymore to cover his nose from the toilet bowl stink. Looking over at it he could

He heard the door open about a half an hour later. The distinct click of designer heels filled the empty space of the bathroom. He already knew who it was. The worst possible person who could find him.

“Greg?! Oh what have you gotten yourself into now?” It was Cecilia, his boss. “And who were you stripping for?” She added having just noticed the man holding his bare chest. A brief sniff of the air gave her a few guesses.

“Oh god! That is foul! I miss my old office with the private bathroom. These disgusting facilities need some work. That can be your next assignment Greg.” She picked the tiny man up and hung him above Julia’s recently used toilet. The residue odour was still there of course but Greg was equally disgusting to find that as Cecilia lowered him further down into the toilet bowl he felt the increasing heat from the aftermath on the toilet seat.

“Please Cecilia! Please! Cut my pay, make me work Saturdays, put me as a gift in the office Secret Santa again but please don’t do this!” Greg begged.

Without another word plopped him right into the toilet bowl. In a mocking cruel voice she said to Greg “I see a lot of brown rings in there that I want removed before our meeting later today. I have a lot to discuss with you.”

That sentence struck fear into Greg’s heart as he was paddling water at the bottom of the bowl looking up at Cecilia’s giant face smiling down at him. Inside the bowl the scent and worst of all heat intensified ten fold. Greg found it nearly impossible to keep himself afloat in the water and also not take in any of the horrible aromas that surrounded him. He coughed and sputtered and pleaded but these all came as tiny squeakings to the ears of his boss. She walked out of the bathroom...