At The Office

Part 1

It was a pretty usual friday morning to start off with I suppose. I had gone to work at the usual time and was in my cubicle when I realized I needed some photocopying done. I gathered up my papers and went off to the copier room. Just outside the door I caought up with Eileen, a totally stacked redhead I had been keeping my eye on for a couple of weeks now. By the way, my name's Tim and I'm a technician.

"Hiya Eileen, what's up?" I asked casually, trying to keep my eyes from wandering.

"Nothing much," she shrugged. "Got a lot of stuff here to copy. Do you have a lot?"

"Na. Just a spreadsheet layout I need to reduce. Mind if I cut in line, it'll only take a minute?" She smiled at me and stepped aside. I quickly stepped up to the copier and gulped a little as I viewed the tons of buttons covering the top.

"You DO know what you're doing, right?" she smirked. Unfortunately, my male ego kicked in and forced me to reply, "Of course I do". I lifted the cover and set my paper on the glass without closing the lid. Scanning the myriad controls, I (hopefully) selected maximum reduction and pressed the start button.

"Hey!" she yelped as the machine started its warmup. "You shouldn't do that with the cover still up. I hear people get blinded and stuff from that!" she stepped back a little nervously.

"Oh, get real!" I laughed, feeling a bit smug at my "bravery" in facing the machine. "That's just stuff the company comes up with to keep the employees from abusing the copier overmuch. It's perfectly safe!"

Me and my big mouth. The copier started and the light washed over me, I felt a strange sensation and fell sideways a little. I rubbed my eyes and looked around in shock. You guessed it, I was now about five inches tall with a VERY large and openmouthed Eileen staring down at me. She squatted down to get a better look at me... and all I could think about was that I could now see up her skirt. Nice legs. She started to reach toward me with one huge hand and then spun to the copier as we both saw a plume of smoke erupt from its guts as it sputtered and died. We looked at each other and without a word she picked me up and headed back to her own cubicle. I distinctly heard her mutter, "told ya".

Back in her cubicle she called in a copier "malfunction" and tried not to stare at me, which was just as well, since everytime she looked at me I got the impression she was ... ummm... thinking of stuff.

"Bad news Tim, the guy has another stop to do first. He won't be here until almost quitting time. I'll call the super and tell him you had to go home early. Then we'll just have to wait." I nodded dumbly and turned so she couldn't see my face. I felt like a total jerk. Something slid down my back to my ass and goosed me. I jumped and spun to see her withdrawing her hand, a sheepish but slightly haunted look on her face.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself." she murmurred. I backed up and tripped over a pencil taller than myself and landed with a tiny "whumph" on my butt. She took a few deep breathes and stood up.

"It's break time and I've gotta have a smoke." she announced.

"Don't leave me here!!" I yelled nervously. "What if the cleaning crew comes by and sees me?" I jumped up and down frantically. She paused and looked at me uncertainly. Then she picked me up.

"I haven't got any pockets, so you're going to have to ride in here." she said softly. She slipped me into her cigarette case and nestled me between her smokes and her lighter... then the lid shut and it all went black and bouncy as I felt her walking off. Half an eternity later, we stopped and light flooded my impromptu prison. Her long polished nails slid in a fished me out. She balanced me in one hand as she lit up. Looking around, I saw we were outside. Of course, I thought. We work in a smoke-free building. Anyone who smokes has to go outside to do it. I sat cupped in her hand as she leaned back against a tree and closed her eyes. she exhaled a line of smoke from her nostrils which drifted down over me like fog. Smelly fog. I coughed. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down curiously at me as I batted at the cloud of smoke around me. With a mischievious look on her face she look a long drag on her cigarette and lifted me to her face. I yelped and tried to hide in her hand as she slowly exhaled all over me, and then watched me in fascination as I coughed and tried to wave it away. She quickly finished her smoke and went back in to work, obviously feeling better herself... and me feeling a tad more nervous than before. She seemed more confident than I liked. Something told me my troubles had only begun... and I think I liked it.



Part 2

We went back in to her cubicle and she set me on her desk again. Unable to do my own work, and not willing to mess up hers, I wandered about her desk. At one point I was forced to dive behind the printer as the supervisor stopped by to discuss my sudden departure. Eileen was very convincing at being perplexed but told him it must have been some kink of personal emergency. After that I tried to stay behind things as much as possible. Sneaking glances at Eileen whenever I could, I noticed her doing the same to me. Only SHE had a sort of speculative look in her eyes... and she shifted in her seat a lot as if she couldn't quite get comfortable.

Terrific.

Lunch time came and she willingly shared her meal with me. A tiny piece of bologna and a sip of coffee were more than I could handle. Then she stood up with me in her hand and looked at me. "I've got to go to the ladies room" she announced sheepishly, and looked at me challengingly. "Do you want to go with me ? Or will you be okay here alone?" My thoughts scattered at the thought of being in a stall with her and I was going to refuse, when the cleaning lady showed up suddenly. Eileen closed her hand around me and picked up her pocket book with the other. She smiled at, uh, Lucy I think her name is, and strode off down the hallway. I squirmed a bit at the casual strength she displayed, then relaxed into her hand (did I really have a choice?). She set her open pocket book on the floor in front of the seat... and me into it. Then she stood up and slowly raised her skirt. I just plain froze. I couldn't move! She smiled down at me from a mile above, she knew I couldn't help myself, and lowered her panties to her ankles. She sat down and gazed at me with a little of the old uncertainty in her eyes again. Then she spoke the words I was more of less expecting.

"Strip"

I didn't move. She could see me trembling. Her face flushed as she realized just how scared she was making me. She scooped me up and shhhed me softly.

"I won't hurt you, Tim. I'm sorry I'm scaring you, but..." she groped for adequate words, "I've just gotta!" she blurted softly. Her fingers started to move, turning me around. She pulled off my shoes and socks with ease. I was incredibly aroused by all this. She pulled off my shirt and tie, then my pants. She immediately grinned at the sight of my cock throbbing inside my underwear. Then those disappeared too. She ran her fingers over me and rubbed my erection with her thumb. She lifted me to her face and inhaled my scent of sweat and Old Spice. She swallowed weakly and started to breathe shallowly as her tongue slid out and over me wetly. Her eyes had developed a distinctly glazed look as she fondled me. Then the door opened and two other ladies walked in. Eileen froze for a moment, and then her lust got the better of her. Her lips murmurred against my body as the two women chatted and washed their hands for their own lunch. Suddenly They talked about... ME!

"Have you seen Tim lately? God he's cute! I could just eat him up!"

"Yeah! I hope he's back on monday. I wouldn't mind tasting him myself!"

Eileen stifled her laughter and smacked her lips quietly, illustrating that she could do exactly what they could only dream of. The two women laughed together as they left.

"You know, Tim." she asked huskily. "That's not such a bad idea!' She grabbed my arms and tipped her head back, with me dangling over me open mouth.

"Eileen!! No!!"

I yelled while trying to kick at her nose. She strted to rub her swollen clit and moan softly. She snapped her teeth at me playfully and suddenly dropped me into her mouth. She climaxed abruptly... and swallowed me! I choked on a scream, having not really believed she woould do it up until that point. I slid down into the darkness as I felt her whole body vibrate from the orgasms. Then I landed with a "splortch" into her stomach. The stench of acid was overwhelming and I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Despair overwhelmed me. All of a sudden the world surged upward and a roaring filled my ears as I shot upwards and... into the sink! She'd barfed me up! GROSS!!!!

Lukewarm water (the default setting on the faucets) covered me and washed the stinging acid away from my body before it had a chance to do more than sting. She snapped me up and crushed me to her breast, sobbing.

"Oh god!" she repeated over and over brokenly. A far better place to be than inside her, but I still couldn't breathe. Finally she got under enough control to stumble back into the stall and sit down.

I was absolutely terrified, of course, and could only lay in her hands all curled up and trembling. When I finally got the courage to look up at her, the look on her face more than comforted me. It was a horrible, haunted look. The kind a person gets who has just realized something soul freezing. She hadn't wanted to do that, she hadn't wanted to hurt me... but she had... and she knew it. I found myself holding onto one of her fingers and trying to comfort HER.

"It's all right," I said shakily. "I know you didn't mean it. You just got caught up in the fantasy, that's all" and other babblings I don't remember. They must have done the trick though. The haunted look dwindled and she got under control, somewhat. She wrapped me in a handkerchief and gently placed me in her pocket book. Then she closed it firmly. I suppose I fell asleep, for the next thing I knew, light flooded over me and I was picked up. When I was able to see, I looked right into the face of a giant man wearing a repairman's uniform.

"So," Eileen asked softly, "What can we do about this?" pointing to me with her free hand.



Part 3

The repairman gazed down at me in silence for a minute, then cleared his throat.

"Yes, ah... well. I think I know what happened. We were training a new guy on the job over here yesterday and I guess he forgot to reset the range on it." We both looked at him in confusion. "You see," he began, "Few people realize that reduction in a photocopier is VERY complicated. We've tried to remove the tendency to shrink... or expand... everything around the copier, but the best we've managed to come up with over the years is a switch that lowers the field strength somewhat. Tom didn't reset it when he did his work on the copier yesterday. Sorry."

"Sorry!!" I yelled, "SORRY!! That's it?! What about me? Wait a minute.. you said they can expand things too, right? What about expanding me?"

"Naturally," he replied. "Once the machine is up and running I'll be able to return you to normal." Then he looked down at the floor. "Unfortunately, it's really busted. And to top it off, only that one copier will do the trick. It's going to take me at least until monday to get the needed parts to fix it." He looked back up at us, both our mouths open in shock. "Are you his wife?" he asked Eileen. "Can you take care of him until then?"

Eileen looked uncertainly down at me. My near death experience had taken away some of her fun at having her own doll man to play with. Realizing I didn't have much of a choice, I smiled up at her and asked "pleeeaasssee?" I stroked her palm a little, (not the brightest move on my part, come to think of it) and watched her swallow a deep breath, as her eyes regained their mildly lustful expression.

The copier guy had been rumaging around in his case and removed a canister of black powder. He gestured for her to set me on the desk, which she did. Then he sprinkled the powder onto me. I watched as my body absorbed it up like a sponge, and looked back up at him. "It's a very special type of copier toner, it'll make you more... ahhh... durable. If you know what I mean." He winked at Eileen and she grinned in sudden understanding. Her quick mood changes were starting to worry me. First she's upset, then lusty, then upset again, now lusty again. As his words sank into me, I felt my cock start to grow. More durable, huh? Wanna guess what that means?

She thanked him and he walked off. Then she sat down and looked at me. "I've kinda been running on the idea that I was dreaming all of this." she said slowly. "Are you sure you don't want me to drop you off somewhere?"

I was silent for a minute as she waited anxiously for my answer. I thought about what had happened so far, and what was likely to happen over the weekend. Then I took a deep breath and replied. "Yes, Eileen. I want YOU to take care of me this weekend. If you want to, that is." She scooped me up quickly (again), and hugged me to her chest.

"I'll be a lot more careful, I promise." she whispered fiercely. "I wonder just how much more durable you're supposed to be?" she thought out loud. The copier guy poked his head around the corner.

"In case you're wondering HOW durable he is now... You could tape him to the bottom of one of the tires on your car and drive home on him safely. He also doesn't NEED to breathe anymore."

Then he was gone again. She looked at me, and I looked at her. Then we both sighed. This would be an interesting weekend, that's for sure.



At the office part 4

I waited in the darkness of Eileen's pocket book as we rode back to her apartment. I tried to imagine what we were doing as we went. Now it sounded like we were pulling into a parking place, yes that was it. Eileen got out and started walking. I heard a door open and then more walking. Someone spoke to her, but it was too muffled to make out. We stopped and waited. Was that a humming? We must be on an elevator. More walking, and then the purse opened up and Eileen's fingers reached in and grabbed a set of keys. Her face smiled down at me fleetingly before she shut the purse again.

"Here we are, Tim." she said to me as she slid me gently onto a huge flat surface. A gigantic vase with flowers in it was off in the distance. Kitchen table, of course. "Wait right there while I fix us something to eat." her voice floated over to me from a distance. I walked around the table to get the kinks out of my legs from the long ride and watched as she pulled out a microwave dinner from the freezer and popped it into the microwave stove. She then came over with silverware and set the table quickly.

"Sorry about the ride, I didn't want anyone to see you. Otherwise I would have carried you in my hand." she smiled again. She gently picked me up and removed the handkerchief toga I was wearing. She sat in the chair running her fingers over me, slowly stroking my length.

"Are you sure you want to bother with dinner?" I called up to her. "We could just skip to dessert, you know." She grinned down at me, showing her boulder sized, perfect teeth and shook her head.

"I don't know about you, but I'm going to need all the energy I can get for this weekend." she laughed. The microwave beeped and she reluctantly set me down. The sensation of her fondling me had made my legs wobbly and I sank to the table surface. She set the dinner down on a hot plate and dished out some onto her plate. I walked over curiously to see what it was. Chicken, great. Everything tastes like chicken, I wondered if I did too.

"Be careful," she warned. "It's hot." Mindful of what the copier guy had said about my nigh invulnerability, I slowly reached out to the food. Heat, but not too much. I moved my hand closer, I was almost touching it. "HEY!" she yelped, "I told you to be careful!"

"I don't think it can burn me now. Remember the 'toner' the guy sprinkled on me?" She hesitated and pulled her hand back from me (she had been going to push me away from the plate). I slowly reached out to the food again, and grabbed a piece and picked it up. It felt hot, but not too hot to hold. Eileen reached out with two fingers and tried to mimic me. She dropped the chicken with an oath and stuck her fingers into her mouth to cool.

I sat on the edge of the plate and started to eat my piece of chicken. It was as big as a real chicken to me! She blew gently on the plate, with the backwash feeling like a hard wind. We both ate as quickly as we could to get to the 'good' part after dinner. I had lost almost all of my fear, Eileen was such a nice person, I just wanted to trust her completely. Then I lost my balance. Just call me 'mister dexterity', I guess. I rolled down onto the plate and into the goopy sauce on the bottom. I tried to stand but went down again. Eileen started to laugh softly. She watched as I helplessly slid back into the puddle of sauce and stared up at her sheepishly.

"Ummm, a little help here please?" I asked. She carefully lifted my dripping body out and then hesitated. I figure she was remembering the last time she put me in her mouth. "Just don't swallow this time, okay?" I called, flicking my drippy toes at her lips. She caught my foot in her mouth and sucked gently. I lifted my other foot to her lips and she obligingly took that one too. My cock rose instantly as she slowly sucked me into mouth like a strand of spaghetti. The flicker of her eyes told me she had noted its salute to her. Then it disappeared into her. I slid in all the way up to my armpits, at which point she drew me out. I was now clean... sort of... except for the top half of me. Grabbing my feet, she flipped me upside down and I was treated to seeing her cavernous mouth open up below me. Her lips closed over my waist and her tongue washed over me. I tried to wrap my arms around it, but only managed to make her giggle a little. She drew me out and dangled me upside down in front of her curious face.

"Not scared?" she wondered.

"No, I've decided that I trust you. No matter what."

Her face colored red and she lowered her eyes. Score one for the little guy. She pulled open her blouse and slid me face first down between her breasts. She massaged her tits together for a moment to position me, then stood up. Very muffled sounds told me she was quickly dumping dishes into the dishwasher for later. Then she jogged (GOD, what a ride!) into the bedroom. I squirmed a bit, trying to get a better position. I could hear her heart beating faster as I wiggled between her tits and could tell she was undressing. Cool air washed over me as her bra came off and her breasts parted for a moment.

Already slick from her saliva and sweat, I slid out and onto the bed. Unfortunately, she didn't notice, as she was intent on getting her shoes off. She turned... and sat on me. Her gigantic ass pressed down on me and I was forced into the cleft between her cheeks. Her hot, sweaty cheeks squeezed me firmly, then she jumped up as if I had bit her. I didn't though. She gasped as she loomed over me.

"AreyouokayOhgodI'msorryIdidn'tmeantodothat?!?" she blurted. I sat up and gave the thumbs up sign with a smile.

"At least we know the 'toner' worked." I yelled up. "If it hadn't I'd be squished for sure."

She grimaced at my words. I walked over to her hand and held her index finger. She opened her eyes and looked into my small, smiling face. "Don't forget, this is my fantasy too." I reminded her. "I've always wanted to meet a gianteess... and not get killed, that is. This is my 'big' opportunity, and I intend to make the most it." She smiled gratefully down at me, and lowering her face, treated me to a BIG kiss. One which pressed me back down into the bed as her tongue slid out and across me.

"Time for some fun," she murmurred huskily, her lips tickling me as she spoke. I shivered in anticipation. This was what I had always dreamed of.



At the Office part 5

Eileen leaned over me, her breathing heavy and ragged as she gazed down at me. Pure lust was creeping into her eyes, just as in the bathroom at work earlier that same day. She lifted her vastness up and onto the bed, her long legs traveling off behind me. Ahead of me, the valley formed by her legs narrowed to her immense pussy. Already glistening in preparation, it fairly quivered in anticipation. I walked forward in a daze as her scent overpowered me. Finally I stood in awe at her trembling cleft. I reached out and ran a hand down it, causing a soft moan to escape her from above.

"Don't waste too much time down there," she warned. "We have all weekend long for 'slow and steady', right now I want 'fast and hard'." she murmurred. I stepped back a few paces teasingly, and placed my hands on my hips.

"And just who do you think is in charge here, anyway?" I asked. Without a word, she dropped her open palm down behind me and firmly slammed me up against her cunt. My flailing arms and legs made her groan out loud as she massaged me against herself. I gasped in pleasure as she increased the pressure on my back and her vagina spasmed open to recieve me. I found my upper half being pressed into her and tried to wriggle in the rest of the way. Something clamped down on my ankles and thrust me deep inside. The slick walls tightened about me with such force I gasped both in shock and delight. Had I not been treated with the 'toner', i would no doubt have been paste at that point. Her grip on my ankles increased and she began ramming me in and out harder. The whole world shook and jumped as she thrust her hips into the air in abandon. I could feel the vibrations from her moaning all around me.

Suddenly she froze and tensed, she pussy muscles pulling back from me like a boxer drawing back his fist. The walls around me came rushing back at me and slammed me flat as I felt her scream her orgasm into a pillow. My own eruption, less dramatic perhaps, but equally as satisfying overwhelmed me and I blacked out from ecstasy. Cool air woke me and I found myself lying on the flat expanse of her stomach. I looked up at her and she smiled down at me.

"Good, you're awake. I thought you were never going to wake up." I rolled over and tried to stand. Her muscles rippled beneath me and made for unsteady footing. She sat up, causing me to tumble down to between her legs. She plucked me up and cupped me in her hands, showering my body with kisses.

"That was wonderful," she whispered huskily. "Let's do it again!" And we did. I admit, I had a hoot of a time. At one point, as she relaxed some time in the early morning, I wandered down to her feet and began climbing around on them, like a kid on a jungle gym at school.

"What ARE you doing?" I heard her ask sleepily. I grinned to myself and continued to rub myself across the sole of her foot. "I'm actually trying to sleep up here, you know." I reached out and pinched her smallest toe... hard. She gasped and sat up. She looked down at me and my erection in exasperation.

"If you were a girl, you'd be a 'nympho'," she said. She bent her kne