By: Mhadwing
PART 1
Randy had been at the company for years, running errands, couriering parcels and picking up lunch orders. A feat made more impressive by his stature. Randy had caught the shrink virus shortly after starting in the mail room. Now standing 2’3” tall he was the ‘ironic darling’ of the office, an office that made office furniture for its plus sized clientele.
The day was off to a rocky start, Randy had been called to accounting to speak with Carly in payroll to discuss a discrepancy in his timesheet. This was to be his third strike which promised a hefty punishment.
Randy steeled his nerves as he knocked on her office door. God he needed this job.
Carly yelled “come in!”
“I… I can’t reach the knob” Randy shamefully replied
“Mr.greenwood” she swung the door open and sternly looked down at the whisper of a man standing only knee high. The behemoth of a woman wore ultra tight black leather pants and a white halter top. “Take a seat, please”
Carly locked the door and laughed to herself as the tiny man tried (and failed) to get atop the giant yoga-ball office chair. She reached down to pluck him up and put him atop the giant ball. Randy was scared to move lest he tumbled to the ground.
“Last friday, October the 23rd” she said sitting opposite him and turning her monitor to show the open excel sheet “you have -7:30-13:30 : mailroom activity with CN… what on earth were you doing for 6 hours in the mailroom” she looked up from her monitor “but you access card never tagged into the mailroom that day”
“I can explain that” he said looking at his feet, “I write ‘mail room activity’ when I am *ahem* occupied by a fellow employee… in this case CN would have been you Ms.Nederman”
Carly looked up at him with fire in her eyes as Randy cautiously continued “that morning, when you came into the office we met in the elevator, I said hello but you were on a call, as the elevator became more crowded you pressed back against the wall. Before getting off you squatted down to pick at your wedgie - and you buttcheeks clamped down hard on my body. And that’s where I was stuck all morning sandwiched deep between your cheeks. Finally you let me free after your hour long stairmaster session”
“So” Carly stood from her desk and walked next to Randy on his bosu pedestal “you admit to falsifying your time sheet” she stood infront of Randy and turned around facing her enormous rump to him “I think in the future” her zipper fly loudly disengaged and she hooked her thumbs the the waist band of her pants “you’ll think twice before lying to the company” she drops her pants to her knees, her giant ass exploded free and jiggled in its new found freedom.
“Please Ms.Nederman I… I didn’t mean to, I… I…” Randy stuttered as Carly leaned back making the absence of panties evident “it won’t happen ag…”
THUD
Carly dropped her ass down on top of the helpless employee, hiding his entire form under one squishy cheek. Randy screamed and thrashed under her oppressive weight, starving for oxygen. Carly rolled the ball under her hips bouncing slightly until Randy settled in her ass crack. Finally finding air(all be it foul) and a bit of room to squirm. His luck was short lived as she grabbed and parted her meaty cheeks. Randy was immediately whisked away deep into the cavernous confines of her derrière, a journey that only stopped as his face slammed into her slimey anus, his legs enveloped in her pussy lips, his body beseeched on all slide by her sweaty fat.
Carly revelled in the familiar feeling of her captors impossible attempt at getting free.
“Oh my goodness” she faked surprise "you must send a quarter of your billable time in the mailroom’” she smacked her ass sending shockwaves of flab atop poor Randy.
Randy was in hell, her hungry butthole pursed and gaped as if it were trying to suck the skin off his skull, her crotch was getting noticeably moist.
Finally-after almost an hour- Ms.Nederman stood up from Randy’s chair and looked down at the sweaty filth where once sat her long suffering visitor. She smiled to herself as she felt the familiar squirm and his head lodged deep in her anus. “It looks like you’ll be spending the rest of the day in the MAILROOM” she chuckled and she jumped and jiggled her enormous cheeks back into their blisteringly hot confines. “I’ll be quite interested in seeing how you bill for this time” she wrested her zipper back up locking poor Andy tight in his prison.
Unfortunately for Randy, this was only the start of his journey into depth of corporate.
PART 2
Randy knew better than to mis-code his time again. He opted to spend one of his last remaining vacation days to make double sure he wouldn’t be called back to Ms.Nedermans desk... or seat.
One would think that he’d be in the clear, so long as his vacation days held out, but Carly had an itch she needed scratched. And she knew just the go-fer to do it.
It was early the next week when Carly learned how he coded last weeks ‘session’
‘Well’ she sighed ‘he’s only got 1 day of vacation left in the bank… let’s go take that too’
For she had just hatched a devious plan. A miserable, horrible, wonderful plan.
Randy was sitting at his tiny desk with his oversized computer when an email chimed in.
*Paper jam -3rd floor copier -send the elf*
This happened from time to time when people fed stapled documents into the copier, and Randy was a nice size to get in there and unclog whatever the problem was.
Tanner from IT was along shortly, he was a pretty fun guy, everyone’s friend, very nice to Randy.
“Ready to roll?” Tanner smiled, unveiling a little seat on the front of the IT cart.
Randy clipped on his helmet and the two raced thru the building up the elevator and into the copy room.
Then the fun died immediately. -
“Randal!” Carly smiled “just the tiny man I was hoping to see”
Randy looked up and down Ms.Nederman- she wore a very tight (stretchy maybe) black miniskirt, and a white blouse, with her massive tits and ass spilling out of her ill fitting garb.
Tanner got straight to work and placed you on the tray.
You quickly slide into the hopper and immediately find the jam; some very thin paper had gummed up a roller. Randy quickly freed the mechanism and began to scurry out. He looked briefly at the sheet. It had a note written in marker that said “you’re about to have a rough day Mr greenwood” with hearts as the o’s
Randy gulped as he popped his head out.
“Looks like he got it!” Tanner smiled “pretty thing gauge paper Ms.Nederman”
“Yes… maybe leave the runt” Carly tried to sound surprised “I have a couple more documents like that to do”
“Sure thing!” Tanner shot the finger guns “good luck! And rand-o send me a message when you’re done here I’ll come get you with the cart, See ya later guys!”
And with that Tanner sprinted down the hallway to his next IT emergency, and with him went all of Randy’s luck.
Carly locked the door behind him, Randy looked over the edge of the giant copier and figured a fall from this height would break both his legs… at least. So he hopelessly and frantically waited for Carly to return.
“We’re going to make a comic” she picked Randy off the top of the machine and lifted the photocopier and dropped him onto the centre of the glass plate of the scanner. “Nothing too complicated, just you getting swallowed by my hungry butt”
Randy gazed up as Carly turned around and jumped up onto the surface too, her plush rump landing squarely on top of poor Randy.
Randy was in complete darkness, her heavy ever present weight oozed in to fill the small gaps of air like a massive meaty blanket. He squirmed against the flabby cheek he was pressed under.
*screeeeeeeeeeeow*
A bar of white light skated by underneath him, momentarily illuminating his pocket of ass.
“Bit off centre! And smile!….”
Carly scooched to the right, locking Randy into her meaty crack. As her weight settled again he felt the fabric of her skirt slowly stretch to envelope him deeper into her waiting crevice. As the machine began to whirr to life he felt her anus settle on the back of his head.
‘How is she not wearing panties with a dress this short?’ He briefly thought to himself
*screeeeeeeoooooooo* as the bar of light rolled past his face temporarily blinding him
“Awww I said smile” Carly jumped off the machine “is it the skirt…. Is it in the way… too rough? I’ll remove it”
Randy was too oxygen starved and beaten to watch the mini strip tease as Carly dropped her skirt to the floor. He didn’t watch her climb the copier or spread her hungry cheeks. But there was no escaping the familiar feeling (and smell) of her giant butt slamming back down on top of him.
She wiggled and rolled her hips until she felt his tiny form brush against her puckered rear opening. Only this time…
“Oh, you cheeky bugger” she smiled feeling Randy’s feet slip inside her sphincter. “Dirty boy!”
*screeeeeeeeeee
The light bar rolled by again, as it did she used her muscles to suck Randy in up to his waist. He clawed at the slick glass trying to for freedom as his lower half got compressed on all sides with stiflingly hot slimey walls of her colon.
“Yes kick just like that… like you could possibly stop the inevitable”
*screeeeeeeeeeeeeeoo
Just his head is sticking free now a deep sorrow in his eyes as he realized there is nothing left now but going in
Carly shuffled one last time, a deep grumbling could be felt thru her body. She bore all her weight down on the table pushing his head into her wrinkled ring- at the same time a long deep fart blasted out her rear.
*screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
schlorp*
The final image was perfect, her semi-relaxed anus touching down on the glass closing on the faint and fading man as he was devoured by her rear.
Carly rubbed her stomach and the tiny man she had just abducted. “I’ll let you out this evening before going home… if I remember, or tomorrow morning after the muffin cart comes by”
She pulled her skirt back up and went back to work . With a smile you couldn’t wipe off her face
PART 3
Randy never had the best luck. He thrashed and kicked against Ms Nedermans lower digestive tract for the remainder of the day. The gentle and enticing massage brought Carly through her afternoon meetings and Randy to complete exhaustion. But her final meeting with the CFO ran long and Carly knew if she didn’t hustle out the building she’d miss her spin class. So I suppose Randy is coming too.
Poor Randy, sweaty-slimey-exhausted… screwed, was whisked away almost unconscious in Carly's sizable rear as she left the building. He didn’t wake up as she sprinted through her apartment quickly changing into her bike shorts and sports bra. He didn’t stir when she slammed her dinner smoothie of: kale, egg, spinach, mango, and pre-workout. He barely registered as she trotted down the steps and across the street to her spin class.
But her spin class was a different story. Her inner walls tightened and relaxed 40 times a minute, her body became unholy hot, her intestines waved clockwise and anticlockwise with each leg press. Randy fought valiantly, he clawed and climbed with renewed vigor. He would punch his fingers outside her sealed sphincter and on a half dozen occasions get his head free of her hellish meat tube. Only to have her drop her massive rump down hard onto the bike saddle sliding him right back into her foul depth.
Carly could feel it all, the hardest part of the exercise was hiding her near orgasmic excitement as she tortured her butt plug over the next 45 minutes. The last five minutes she could feel the bloating and discomfort of her smoothie coming back. When class ended she quickly ducked outside.
Randy was very aware of the storm coming. Her exercising had stopped and he lay in her swollen and sweltering large intestine. Comforted by the lack of movement and horrified at the deep rumbles coming from north of his position in her guts.
Frrrrtapppt*
A five second heinous blast of air inflated her intestines as it passed over Randy and trumpeted into the world.
“Whew” Carly said in disgust “that’s horrible… I’m going to walk this off and hope you’re still alive in there when I get home”
Randy used the temporary expanse of room to squirm towards ‘the exit’ as her walls deflated and collapsed onto Randy like a wet blanket binding his body.
Phhhhhht*
Frrrrrap*
Spllllllfffft*
Fart after dreaded fart, chance after short chance, washed over her prisoner until 10 minutes later Randy accomplished the impossible; he slipped out Carly’s rear end with a particularly juicy expulsion.
Now he found himself sandwiched down between her cheeks trapped in a spandex prison.
“Oh- you got out!” Carly seemed as shocked as Randy “one for the road then”
Carly unleashed a 30 second wet blast positively coating Randy in filth.
She took off her zip up hoodie and tied it around her waist hiding her mess and revolting passenger from view.
Carly returned home and went straight to the sofa to pass out while watching her shows letting her passenger stew in his cell.
Hours later she got up to shower before bed. She placed Randy in the sink with a bar of soap. Carly finished her shower and groggily started her bed routine forgetting entirely about her sink bound pet. She brushed her teeth, spitting her heavy frothy spit on top of his body. She shaved her legs, peppering him in short hairs. And finally...
*click*
Turning off the light leaving him in the basin overnight.
She didn’t notice him again until the morning on her mad dash out the door. Quickly picking Randy up and dumping him under her humongous left tit.
“I’ll give you a ride into work this morning” she sighs as if it were a gracious offering.
Randy felt her heavy breast slowly settle back into its holster, squeezing him entirely between her soft skin and Lacey bra.
‘Oh what fresh hell today’ he thought as she put a bounce into her step heading out the door.
Carly sat at her desk and opened her email
“Uh oh, HR wants you to report in this morning” Ms Nederman chuckled “looks like you overused your vacation days for the year.”
She lifted her chest up and dropped it on the table, smushing Randy one last time against her body. “Good luck, I heard Ms.Ng can be BRUTAL on tinies”