Bob Smith's New Job
By willie




Part I

Most recent college graduates would be nervous the morning of their first job. Some would be down right scared. Not Bob Smith. Bob was much too confident in himself to have butterflies in his iron-clad stomach. In fact, he couldn't wait to get started. He planned on climbing the corporate ladder quickly, stepping on whomever got in his way. He knew he'd make it all the way to the top.

Although it was his first full time job, Bob was starting in an advanced level position and beginning with an extremely generous salary. "Johnson Engineering" specialized in undercover military operations. Many people both young and old had applied for the position, but of course Bob was selected. He was by far the best candidate. His background was checked and a top level security clearance was given. Nothing would stop him now.

Bob Smith wanted to be thrown into the thick of things right away. He was a "grab the bull by the horns" type of guy. Much to his dismay, though, he had to stop at human relations before he could join his group. Bob had been told to report at nine thirty. Normal work hours started at nine, but the person who was handling his paperwork needed time to get herself together first thing Monday morning.

Bob, who thought that was a bunch of nonsense, anxiously arrived at nine sharp and had to wait thirty minutes in the waiting area. This didn't bode too well for Bob. A personnel peon making him wait was unacceptable. By the time an attractive young woman in her mid twenties called Bob into her office, Bob was down right irritated.

"Hi, I'm Barbie," she said smiling, holding out her hand.

"Can we get a move on," Bob said boldly as he squeezed the dark haired, brown eyed woman's pretty hand firmly. He knew a good strong handshake tended to intimidate the weak and impress the powerful. "I have a career to start."

"Excuse me?" Barbie asked puzzled. She wasn't used to such rudeness.

"I don't mean to be pushy," Bob went on. "I just want to get the show on the road. I've been sitting in the waiting area for over half an hour. It seems to me like an awfully unprofessional way to treat new employees."

Barbie's jaw dropped. "I'm very sorry Mr. Smith," she explained humbly. "I have to organize my paperwork in the morning".

"Whatever," Bob interrupted. What do I have to fill out?"

Barbie handed Tom his paperwork and quickly filled out what was required of her. She wanted this ignorant asshole out of her office ASAP before he degraded her further. Twenty minutes and a boat load of nasty comments later, Barbie was through with Bob. "From here, you'll have to see Sue. She's head of security."

Bob rolled his eyes. "Another bimbo to deal with," he said under his breath, although Barbie heard him loud and clear.

"Sue's office is down the hall on the left," Barbie said cheerfully, swallowing what pride she had left. "Good luck here at..."

The door closed loudly cutting her off as Bob Smith left the lowly confines of personnel. Barbie quickly picked up the phone and called her friend Sue. "Look out," she said when Sue picked up her phone. "This Bob Smith is heading your way and he's one of a kind."

"What do you mean?" Sue asked as the door to her office flew open.

"Is this the security office?" the tall handsome man asked with no care at all that Sue was on the phone. "And are you Sue?"

"I'll be right with you sir," Sue answered politely. "Please have a seat in the chair outside the door."

"Don't tell me I'm going to have to wait for another half hour so you can get your things together."

"No sir," Sue answered sternly. "I'll be with you shortly." Bob Smith shook his head, exhaled, and closed the door muttering profanities under his breath.

"I see what you mean," Sue said into the receiver. "He's the most arrogant asshole we've had since that Harry Cooper jerk showed up. This Mr. Bob Smith will probably do well in this chauvinistic company."

"That's if he gets past Linda," Barbie answered. "If you remember, she handled that Mr. Cooper quite nicely. Just do your thing with this guy, quickly. I'll warn Linda."

"OK. Thanks for the warning." Sue hung up the phone and called the arrogant asshole into her office. Although she was more assertive than her friend in human resources, Sue didn't fare well either. In the time it took to brief the new employee, Sue was berated almost a dozen times. Sue couldn't wait until her task was completed so she could send Bob Smith down the hallway toward to the exam room.

Bob Smith was furious when Sue told him he had to have a physical examination next. "I wasn't told anything about an exam. Why wasn't I told this. I refuse to go. Hand me the phone. I'm calling my boss."

"I'll save you the trouble," Sue said. She calmly picked up the telephone receiver and dialed 326. "Hi, Mr. Applegate? This is Sue from security. I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a new employee in my office. Yes sir. That's him. Well you see sir, he's refusing to take his physical. Yes sir. OK sir. Here he is." Sue handed the phone to Bob.

"Hello," Bob said reluctantly as he gave Sue from security a look that would melt chocolate. He knew who Mr. Applegate was. He wasn't Bob's new boss. Stanley Applegate was his boss's boss. He was head of the deployment department Bob was to be working in. Bob listened quietly for a few seconds and said simply, "Yes sir."

Bob handed the phone back to Sue and said, "You'll pay for that one sweetheart." Bob Smith turned and left the room slamming the door behind him. Sue grabbed the handset and dialed her friend Barbie. They had a little gossip to exchange.

Bob found the door the cute but incompetent blonde from Security had directed him toward. He didn't want to go through another ordeal. He just wanted to get to work. Bob opened the door expecting to see a well lit doctor's office with some old head not fit any more to deal in real medicine. What he saw was another hallway.

Bob stood gaping with the door he pulled open leaning against his shoulder. The hallway looked like it got smaller on all sides as it moved away from him. At the far end of the hallway, maybe thirty feet away, was a door that looked no higher than eight or ten inches. "This place just keeps getting weirder," Bob Smith said to himself. He figured the low level of light must be causing an illusion. Besides, he had no choice. Thanks to that security cunt, Mr. Applegate himself had told Bob to get his physical over with. Bob stepped into the hallway then jumped as the door slammed shut behind him.

As Bob walked down the long corridor, things seemed to grow steadily more normal. The distance between himself and the walls and ceiling remained constant. The space around him didn't grow tight like he expected. The approaching white door, though, did seam to grow as it drew near. When he reached the door, Bob saw it was a normal six foot eight by thirty two inch steel door. Bob grabbed the knob and twisted it. The door easily swung open. Before Bob walked into the brightly lit doctor's office, he looked behind him. He did a double take. The hallway he just walked through was distorted in the opposite direction. It seemed to grow wider and taller as it approached the mammoth door he seconds ago passed through. "What an odd place this is," Bob said, this time out loud. "Although they sure they have nice looking women here." Bob Smith was thinking more in terms of using this job as a stepping stone to a better place when he turned forward and walked through the door whose knob he held in his right hand.

Thoughts of a better place, in fact all thoughts, left Bob Smith's mind as the metal door slammed shut behind him. Bob squinted. The light was blinding. He couldn't see much of anything. Bob brought his left hand up to his forehead to mask some of the light when he saw movement pass somewhere ahead of him. He couldn't tell what it was, but it seemed huge.

Bob didn't know if the light level dropped or if his eyes were adjusting from the darkness of the hallway, but the light level seemed to lower and Bob was slowly able to make out his surroundings. He was standing on a hard surface in some kind of large room, like an auditorium or theater. The material he was standing on looked and felt like wood, but it was no type of wood he had ever seen. The grains weren't millimeters apart. They were inches apart.

To Bob's left was a giant platform with a wrinkled white covering that left the brown sides of the platform exposed. Chrome legs the size of tree trunks, but square, descended downward holding the platform up. Bob knew what it was. It was a bed that people lied on at a doctor's office, but it was longer than a house.

Bob looked toward his right. He saw a filing cabinet that rose thirty feet in the air above him. Bob didn't know how far below him the rest of the cabinet went. He felt his adrenaline level rise. His fight or flee response was fighting for its chance to kick in, but Bob held it back. A young man of his stature could control his emotions. Then he heard a voice.

The voice Bob Smith heard wasn't a normal voice. It was much deeper than any voice he had ever heard. The voice was so deep, Bob barely made out what it was saying. He scanned the giant room but didn't see the owner of the deep voice. Bob focused his vision a little closer to himself and saw a small pair of earplugs lying on the floor in front of him. Somehow he knew (surely due to his high intelligence) that he was supposed to put the tiny devices in his ears.

Bob Smith picked up the tiny earphones before him and installed them into his ears. Once inside his ears, the tiny speakers were so comfortable that Bob couldn't even feel them. They weren't in his ears more than three seconds before Bob heard another voice. This one he could understand.

The sexy female voice said, "At your feet is a small microphone. Please pick it up and put it into you mouth. Bob Smith didn't like doing what he was told to do, especially by a woman who he didn't even see, but he picked up the device that was half the size of a tooth and put it into his mouth. It instantly dissolved. "Very good said the female voice. Can you hear me OK."

"Yes," said Bob Smith numbly.

"Good," said the voice. "I can hear you also. I'm Dr. Linda Koffman. I'll be giving you your physical. The devices in your ears and in your mouth allow us to communicate"

"What is going on here," Bob Smith said boldly. He no longer felt the devices he had put into his ears and mouth and subconsciously believed he never actually put anything into his mouth or his ears at all. "I demand to know." His lack of patience was resurfacing.

"So you weren't told about the physical?" Linda asked.

"No I wasn't," Bob answered belligerently wondering how the doctor, who looked nothing like a doctor, knew that. Security Cunt Sue must have told her. Bob figured they might be friends but he didn't care. "And I expect you to fill me in quickly as to why." Bob was very uncomfortable in his current surroundings. It appeared to him that he was in a giant doctors office but he was sure it was a trick. He was not going to let his guard down, despite the fact that the doctor was another woman; and probably another incompetent one.

"Then let me be the one to inform you," Dr. Linda went on, "that you are now a mere four and a half inches tall." Although Bob still didn't believe the unseen voice, he felt his heart rate double. "I find it much easier to examine people, and the company finds it much cheaper, if my patients are hand sized."

That was all Bob Smith needed to hear. He ran for the door he had moments ago entered this "Alice's Wonderland" through, but when he pulled, nothing moved. The door was locked.

"Turn around and face me like a man," the voice of Dr. Linda said. "You can fight me if you want, but you won't win. My job is to give you your company physical and I will do my job."

Bob Smith's arrogance was starting to wane as he slowly turned around. He still didn't believe any of this, or didn't want to believe any of it, until he had his back squarely against the door. What he saw made his giving a urine sample impossible. His current supply was soaking the pant legs of his best six hundred dollar suit.

Bob Smith, who one hour ago had planned on owning the company in ten years, fell backward on his wet ass when he saw Dr. Linda. She was standing at the edge of the table. Bob saw her from the waist up and she was huge. Or he was indeed tiny like she had said.

Dr. Linda was wearing a white blouse that concealed what looked from Bob's angle to be huge breasts. Looking further upward, Bob saw a beautiful giant face. Dr. Linda was even more attractive than the two young woman Bob had already seen. Bob wondered if the size difference contributed to her beauty.

Bob Smith's mouth hung open as he watched the giant doctor step forward until her legs met the end of the table. Bob easily made out the shape of her massive thighs behind her black slacks as she leaned over the table. Bob closed his mouth and gulped. He couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from the doctor's crotch. Bob imagined her huge pussy surrounded by furry blonde pubic hair throbbing behind the soft cotton. He stared uncontrollably until his gaze was interrupted by something of equal magnitude.

As Susan leaned further forward, she put both hands on the table palm down to support her weight. Bob's gaze instantly moved to the huge pair of hands just in front of him. He gasped. Never in all Bob's fairly young life had he seen such perfect hands, not even on a woman his own size. The hands before him were smooth and soft looking with long round fingernails painted a shiny red. Bob felt a weird stirring in his balls along with a sinking feeling in his stomach as he thought about those beautiful hands touching him. Then the doctor spoke to him and Bob Smith snapped out the trance he was in.

"You need to get out of those wet clothes," Linda said softly.

Bob's glance shot upward and he saw a set of thick round lips, painted the same color as the doctor's fingernails, smiling down at him. He instantly felt embarrassed. He willed for his molecules to soften so he could fade back through the locked door he was still sitting against, but of course it didn't happen. Bob watched Linda's amazing giant lips move again as she repeated herself, but Bob only sat motionless.

After a few seconds, Linda tilted her head further forward, forcing Bob to look into one of her light blue eyes. He saw the reflection of his own face shining off the wet cornea. Bob thought back to a Christmas morning when he was just three or four. He remembered seeing the same reflection off the shiny round balls hanging from the tree, although the face in this reflection was an older version of the child's face in his memory. Bob tried to move his mind back in time to that very morning to escape from the present moment, but once again Linda spoke to him and woke him up.

"Wake up little fellow and take off your wet clothes, NOW!" Linda bellowed. Bob instantly pulled off his tie. "That's better," Linda said. Bob watched her blonde hair fall forward as Linda pulled her head back and stood up straight. She then dropped a smock in front of Bob along with a small wet napkin. "Take off all your clothes, wipe yourself off, and put on this gown. Then we can get on with your exam." She turned and walked around the corner. Bob watched her mammoth but delicious looking ass cheeks move from side to side inside her pants as she disappeared. Her long blonde hair swayed to and fro.

Bob didn't know what to make of his current situation, but he did know he had no choice but to do what the doctor said. He did not want her to see him naked, he was embarrassed enough already, so he quickly pulled off his wet clothes, wiped himself off, and put on the robe. It was open in the back and had a flimsy string that Bob tied as tightly as he could. By the time Linda came back into view, Bob had himself covered.

Linda grabbed Bob's chart and scanned the few pages he had filled out months ago. "I see you have no existing medical conditions," she said to Bob not looking at him. "That should make this go quickly." Linda then reached on top of the filing cabinet Bob first noticed and grabbed a metal box. She put the metal box on the table next to Bob. Again, Bob admired her lovely giant hand.

The box was the size and shape of a coffin for a four and a half inch tall man. It had a computer cable with a serial port connector sticking out of the end. Bob was beginning to get nervous. Linda pulled the connector around the corner and plugged it into the back of a PC she had out of Bob's view. Bob could hear her fiddling with the cable. He then heard the doctor type something onto the keyboard.

"OK, here's how it works," Linda said to Bob after pulling up a stool and sitting on it in front of Bob and his table. "Company policy says I'm not actually supposed to touch my patients while they are small." Bob let out a small sigh, but also felt a even smaller sense of disappointment. "It has to do with insurance reasons. Instead, we use a sort of MRI machine." Linda's eyes left Bob and he followed them to the coffin shaped box connected to the computer. "It takes only about twenty minutes."

"I'm not getting in that thing," Bob protested while backing toward the non-opening metal door. It was like the door was his own personal base in a game of tag between the doctor and himself.

"Oh, so you do remember how to talk,", Linda laughed. She reached toward the box and with the nail of her forefinger, she flipped open the lid. It popped open with a faint screech that turned Bob's blood to ice water. "Cut the crap and climb in."

"I can't. Please don't make me," Bob cried as he grabbed the knob to the door again and pulled.

"Stop being such a baby," Linda bellowed to him, "and get in the fricking machine."

Bob turned toward Linda's gleaming stare. Real tears flowed down his face. He got on his knees and begged. "Please, I can't get into that coffin. It's too small."

Linda let out a long hard sigh of her own. Bob felt her warm breath. "Very well then, you pathetic little wimp. Where's Mr. 'Take over the company' now?" Bob only shuddered. Never had he been so humiliated. He had a feeling it would get worse before it got better.

"So you want to wave your right to the MRI exam?" Linda asked.

"Oh yes, please," Bob begged.

"Very well," said Linda exhaling once again on Bob. "Say out loud for the record that you wave your right to the MRI."

"I wave my right to the MRI," Bob quickly yelled.

"OK, no MRI," Linda said sternly. This time Bob exhaled, but Linda didn't feel his hot air. "Now I have to do it the hard way."

"What," Bob squeaked. He was choking on his own words.

"By waving your right to the MRI machine, you gave me the right to examine you myself."

"What does that mean?" Bob asked in a weakened voice.

"It means, my arrogant little friend, that now I'm allowed to handle you."

Bob screamed but it didn't help. Linda quickly wrapped the long slender fingers of her right hand around Bob and lifted his struggling body off the table. She brought him up to her face and sternly said. "Don't piss me off and you'll survive this exam." She then grabbed the robe by the sleeves and pulled it upward and off of Bob leaving him naked and vulnerable in her warm palm.

Bob continued to struggle in Linda's grip. "Put me down," he yelled at the doctor. "You have no right to treat me like this. I demand to talk to my boss." Linda responded by squeezing Bob so hard that he couldn't talk any more.

Linda's four fingers were wrapped firmly around Bob from the stomach down. Her thumb pressed his chest inward, pushing every molecule of oxygen and nitrogen and carbon dioxide that had previously filled his lungs. The tip of her thumbnail dug into his throat just above the Adams Apple not allowing him to even struggle. For the first time since his ordeal began, Bob felt pain. Not only was he instantly winded, he felt like he was being decapitated. Bob's chest burned like the time he was tackled onto his back by the school bully while playing football at recess when he was eleven, and the pain in his throat prevented him from breathing in any relief.

Linda then lifted Bob up even with her face. Her eyes and Bob's were transfixed; his with an expression of fear for his life, hers with one of anger and power. Linda lifted her fisted left hand and extended its forefinger up to Bob's face. The tip of the red nail touched the end of Bob's nose. the last digit of her finger was bigger than Bob's whole head. Bob looked from Linda's eyes, down the long fat finger, over the big knuckle then the small knuckle to the nail, thicker than his own finger, that threatened permanent damage to his nose. He saw the reflection of the two sparkling orbs, he moments ago had his own eyes locked with, off Linda's shiny nail polish.

"As the company doctor," the angry Linda snapped back, "I have every right in the world to treat you however I feel is necessary. You waved your rights, remember? Now can we get along with your exam or do I have to squeeze the living daylights out of you?" Linda then loosened her death grip on Bob, giving him a chance to answer. After about twenty seconds of Bob catching his breath, Linda asked, "well?"

"You are going to be in so much trouble," Bob coughed out. "You'll wish you'd never messed with..."

Linda exhaled hard and resumed her death grip on Bob. "You just don't get it. Your arrogant little personality just won't let you give in. I have all day. I can squeeze you until I break you. Hell, I might even get some overtime tonight." Linda increased the pressure on Bob one more notch. She knew she was challenging the boundaries of what his tiny body could take, but she was doing it for his own good. Bob's eyes responded by opening so wide, Linda saw white completely surrounding his eyeballs.

Linda held Bob before her scowling blue eyes, not allowing him to move or breathe, for minutes. Bob tried to look away from them, but couldn't. He was mesmerized by their domineering beauty as he looked into the power they represented. His face was beet red and his burning lungs were about to ignite before Linda loosened her grip and allowed Bob to breathe again. This time it took awhile for Bob to replenish his blood stream. He took so long to catch his breath that it took a squeeze by Linda's strong right hand to coax him into talking.

"Alright," Bob gasped. "I'll cooperate."

"Don't you think an apology is in order?" Linda asked.

"An apology? I don't know what I did."

"Wrong answer again," Linda said resuming her torture on Bob. She bought her left forefinger back up to Bob's face and forced the tip of its nail into Bob's mouth. "Let me examine your mouth while I have you quiet."

Bob's mouth exam was quite painful. The edge of Linda's fingernail felt like it was going to split his mouth wide open as it felt it's way around Bob's front few teeth. The pain in Bob's lungs was temporarily overshadowed by the pain in his mouth. The relief to his lungs was short lived. Linda pulled her fingernail out of Bob's mouth, but she didn't let up on her hold of his body. Instead she moved to his nose.

Linda spent the next minute forcing the tip of her large fingernail inside Bob's tiny nostrils. She found it amazing just how much a nose can stretch and still bounce back to its original position. She could only imagine how much it hurt poor Bob. Bob would have felt the pain more if he wasn't on the verge of passing out. He had decided minutes ago that he was going to cooperate. He had no choice. He would get his revenge at a later date. As soon as Linda stopped squeezing him, he'd silently let her do what she had to do. How long could it take?

Finally after about five minutes of mind altering pain, with Bob's eyelids closing, Linda relaxed her hand. She watched Bob regain his breath, and his wits, before she asked him if he was ready to cooperate. "Yes I am," Bob answered calmly. "And I apologize for arguing with you."

"Very good," said Linda with an 'I won' smile. "I'm glad you see things my way." She then switched Bob to her left hand and began probing him with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. She squeezed his stomach, worked down one leg and back up the other narrowly avoided his privates. She checked out both arms then flipped Bob over so his chest was against her palm. Bob had no idea what she was looking for, but Linda's fingers felt quite good to him while she examined him, and he had fought her. What was he thinking about?

Doctor Linda did the same type of check on the back of Bob before she flipped him over again. "Now to check for testicular cancer," she said as she put the inside of her fingernail under his balls and lifted them upward. His manhood had been winning its fight to keep Bob's dignity from deteriorating further. With the help of Linda's fingernail, the battle ended quickly. "Nothing wrong with that," Linda continued, "Except for being on the small size." She then lowered the tip of her thumb nail over the base of Bob's manhood and pinched his penis until he squealed. Linda read the pain on Bob's face as she continued to tease him. Bob knew he'd be painfully dismembered if Linda miscalculated, but he kept his whimpering to a minimum anyway. If she hurt him permanently, he'd have concrete evidence against her. His love life would be over before it ever really got underway, but the pretty doctor would go down hard.

Linda applied the nail pressure to Bob's penis and balls until his hard-on shriveled up to a pathetic wrinkle. "Well that's the correct response," she said removing her left hand. "So far so good." Bob felt an inkling of hope. "Now to check your prostate." So much for that inkling of hope.

Once again, Bob was flipped onto his stomach. The feel of Linda's palm on his manhood caused it to attempt a temporary comeback, despite the pain. Linda's thumb and middle finger then bent Bob around her forefinger. He screamed and resumed the struggling he had previously overcome. Linda jabbed the forefinger of her right hand into his butt crack. She had no intent of actually inserting her nail into Bob's rectum. She knew that would cause severe and permanent damage. She was only trying to get a response from what had become her own little toy.

"Please don't," Bob screamed, but Linda only pressed her nail into Bob's asshole farther. She was having too much fun and felt like she was compromising her ethics so she dropped her right hand and flipped Bob back over in her left.

"Chill out", she laughed. "I'm kidding." Bob didn't think her joke was very funny. Linda then pulled out a stethoscope with a tiny end and carefully applied it to Bob's chest. Seconds later she flipped him over for what seemed the upteenth time and listened to his lungs. "Very Good," Linda finished, flipping Bob over again. Bob was getting seasick from being tossed around like a bag of beans. "You passed this part of your exam." Bob felt a little short lived relief. "The problem I'm having is with that bout of claustrophobia you had earlier."

"What?" Bob asked.

"I'll have to call your boss and see what he thinks."

"Really, it's nothing," Bob protested.

"You would not have given up your rights if it was nothing," Linda said to Bob as she held him up to her face again. "And you would not have wasted my valuable time if it was nothing." Bob began to protest again, but Linda reminded him of her authority by squeezing the air out of him; this time briefly. Bob shut up. "I'll need you to wait in the waiting area while I confer with your boss." Bob didn't answer. His nightmare wasn't over yet. Linda, not only carried Bob away from the doorway to the freedom he seeked, she carried him completely out of the room.

"Sit in this chair," Linda ordered as she gently placed Bob on the seat of a chair in her waiting room. From the size of the furniture, Bob knew it was a waiting room for normal size people. "If you try to run," Linda continued. "You'll never see your old size again." She then turned and disappeared into her examining room.

Bob Smith was four and a half inches tall and alone. Never in his life had he felt so lonly. Despite what the beautiful doctor had done to him, he longed for her presence. He was beginning to feel a weird sort of dependence on her. He definitely did not like being in the waiting room alone. What would happen if someone came in and found him? What would they do to him? Bob Smith sat in the chair, nude like Linda had left him, trying to figure what went wrong on his first day of work. He waited uncomfortably for the doctor to come back. He had a bad feeling someone else would beat her to the punch.



Part II

Bob smith heard a door knob turn. He looked up toward the door to Doctor Linda's examination room but it was not the direction from which the sound came. The ominous sound of the turning knob came from the door behind him; the door to the normal sized person's hallway. Bob froze. Panic almost got the better of him, but he quickly got control of his fear. Running would only compound his predicament. When the doctor came through her inner door, Bob wanted her to find him waiting obediently on the chair she left him on. He had had enough punishment already. Bob just wanted to make it through the day. Tomorrow would be his day to seek revenge.

The door behind Bob opened and closed. Bob heard footsteps enter the room but the owner of the footsteps remained behind him for about twenty seconds. Bob was afraid to move but the suspense was killing him. Despite his fear, Bob desperately needed to see who was behind him, but in order to see over the back of the chair, he'd have to venture out into the center of the seat. He felt much safer at the back of the cushion where he could cower if he needed to, but he had to know if his life was in further jeopardy. Bob was about to make a move when the mystery guest walked further into the room. She walked around the row of chairs and stood in front of the chair next to him. Bob looked up at her and instantly knew who it was.

Standing in front of Bob and to his left was the bimbo from personnel. Barbie was her name, he thought. "Would she help him?" She had seemed nice enough. Maybe she would help him. Then again, she might not. Bob thought back to his time in her office and realized he wasn't very nice to her, even though she deserved it. Bob decided to stay perfectly still. There was a chance she wouldn't see him until the mean doctor came back for him.

Bob watched Barbie's knees bend as she began to sit. He saw her black skirt balloon outward as her bottom descended toward the seat. He saw the backs of her silky white thighs behind her skirt. He watched her hands tuck her skirt under her bottom as it landed and spread out and into the seat. Bob never experienced anything so elegant on such a grand scale as the act of a womam sitting from such a tiny perspective.

Barbie's right hand remained on the side of her skirt after she sat. Bob couldn't help but stare at it. It was the same hand Bob shook earlier. Bob had hardly even looked at it then. He was examining it now. The fingers weren't as long as Linda's were. The nails, though long and painted with clear polish, weren't as long as Linda's were either. Barbie's hand was pretty and didn't look like it would be capable of the torture that Linda's hand dealt. Bob prayed he wouldn't find out, but when he looked up toward Barbie's face, he saw her brown eyes staring back at him. He saw the smile on her mouth and knew he was in more trouble.

"Well what have we here?" Barbie asked.

Bob stood up to run but Barbie reached toward him with her hand and pulled his feet out from under him. Bob fell on his face and Barbie, still holding Bob's feet, twisted him over onto his back. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked him. "I didn't get to thank you for calling me a bimbo this morning."

"I didn't mean it," Bob yelled as he was pulled by his feet over the cloth seat. "Please, the doctor will be right out."

"Oh hush," Barbie barked. "Will you act like a man?" She slid Bob across his chair, onto hers, and up over her firm thigh. Once Bob was on Barbie's thigh, she flipped him over onto his stomach again so his bare bottom was exposed. Bob tried to fight but Barbie held him down with her thumb on his lower legs and her ring finger on his head. She then loaded the nail of the middle finger of her other hand against her thumb and held it over Bob's bottom.

"Maybe this will teach you some manners," she said as she let her middle finger fly. Bob screamed. "This is for being rude." She wacked him again. Bob continued to scream and try to wiggle his way loose but it did no good. "This is for calling me names." Another wack. "This is for being an arrogant asshole." Wack. "This is for..." The doorknob to the inner office turned and the door slid open.

"I talked to your boss", Linda said as she entered the room, but she ended the sentence short when she saw Barbie sitting on the chair next to the empty one she'd left Bob on. "Oh Hi, Barbie. Did you see Mr. Smith? I left him on the chair next to you."

"No," answered Barbie innocently. She looked from the empty chair to her open right hand that lied palm down on her leg. "He must have taken off when I came in."

"Well that's very bad news for him. I'll just have to punish him."

Bob heard Linda from his spot under Barbie's hand. He wanted to scream for the doctor but his face was so far buried in the cotton of Barbie's skirt that he couldn't breathe let alone talk. The heat from Barbie's palm made his red ass feel like it was on fire.

"Keep an eye out for him, will you?" Linda asked with a wink.

"You bet," Barbie answered with a smile.

"Give me a few minutes," Linda said. "I have to make a couple calls. By then Sue will be here." Linda went back into her examining room leaving Bob alone with Barbie and once again at her mercy, or lack there of. Barbie immediately wrapped her fingers around Bob and lifted him up to her face.

"Did you here that, little asshole?" Barbie said to Bob. "Your friend from security is on her way down also." Bob didn't answer. He was too busy staring into Barbie's lips. Despite the dilemma he was in, his manhood began to react under Barbie's fingers. She felt it and opened her lower fingers to see what she felt.

"You've got to be kidding me you little pervert," Barbie said sternly. "You don't learn, do you." She raised her left hand up with her middle finger in the flicking position again, and held it in front of Bob's manhood.

"No," Bob screamed, but his erection didn't back off. Barbie let him have it and he curled up into a ball.

"Let's have some more fun." Barbie said to the tiny suffering man in her enclosed hand. She got up and searched one of the supply cabinets in the room for some small Band-Aids. She carried Bob back over to the chair Linda had put him in. She laid him on the cushion, chest up, and taped his arms and legs to the cushion. "I wonder where Sue will sit with her nice round bottom."

Bob had noticed Sue's bottom earlier, wrapped tightly with her tan slacks. It was slightly on the large round size, but it was extremely sexy. "Please don't do this to me," Bob pleaded. "Help me and I can make you big in this company."

"Save it for someone who cares," Barbie said. She then rolled up a tiny piece of a tissue into a ball and shoved it in Bob's mouth. She ripped a piece of white tape she found with the Band-Aids into a sliver and sealed his mouth shut. "This should keep you quiet." Barbie then gave Bob another fingernail shot to his shriveled penis and balls. He screamed, but she didn't here him. She did see the pain in his eyes. "It looks like that did the trick," Barbie finished with a wicked grin. "I can't hear you at all."

Seconds later Sue entered the room. Barbie quickly stood up and greeted her friend. "Quickly Sue," Barbie said "close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" Sue asked as she closed her eyes.

"You'll see," Barbie answered. She grabbed Sue's arm and led her to the chair Bob was taped to. Barbie positioned Sue in front of the chair, facing away from it. "Stand here for a second. Don't sit down until I tell you to."

Barbie sat in the chair she was previously in. She looked from Sue's ample backside to Bob. He was fighting to no avail against his restraints with his wide opened eyes plastered on his potential demise. Barbie looked back at her friend's ass. She saw the lines of Sue's panties disappear between her cheeks, not even covering a third of Sue's ass. Barbie could only imagine what Sue's ass looked like from Bob's vantage point. She wished she could measure the fear going through his arrogant little mind as he stared hopelessly at the female rear end that was about to encase him. Maybe taping his mouth shut wasn't such a good idea, she thought. She would have enjoyed his screams. Then again if she didn't, Sue would have heard him.

"Well what's the surprise?" Sue asked, slowly loosing her patience.

"Sit down, slowly, and I'll tell you," Barbie answered.

Sue sat down slowly, giving Barbie a chance to see the tiny man in the chair disappear completely under Sue's left ass cheek. Her panty line landed before she made contact with Bob. That meant there was only one thin layer of fabric between Bob and ass meat.

Sue felt something on the chair as she settled her weight on it and started to stand back up, but Barbie grabbed her arm and told Sue to trust her. Sue shrugged and made herself comfortable with a little wiggle. "So what's the surprise?" she asked.

"Ok, this is great," Barbie explained. "Do you remember that asshole who started this morning?"

"How could I forget Mr. Bob Smith, future owner of the company. He called me 'sweetheart' and threatened me." Sue crossed her right leg over her left and made herself even more comfortable. "Are the chairs new?" she asked Barbie.

"No they're not new," Barbie answered.

"Well this one sure does feel comfortable."

"That's what I'm trying to explain, if you'll let me." Sue looked at Barbie with a get on with it look. "Mr. Bob Smith," Barbie continued. "He's the reason that chair feels so comfortable."

Sue looked at Barbie with raised eyebrows. "You're not saying what I think you're saying. Are you?" She uncrossed her legs and spread them enough to see a foot and ankle covered with a strip of Scotch tape emerge. Sue quickly closed her thighs.

"You bet I am," Barbie answered. "You're sitting on him now."

"No way," Sue said. She put her hands on the arms of the chair like she was going to stand up, but Barbie grabbed her arm again.

"Don't worry," Barbie said. "He can go a good five minutes without air. And the best part is he can hear every word we say. Linda gave him one of those earphones someone in engineering invented."

"Hi Bob, my little sweetheart," Sue chuckled and crossed her legs. "Have fun under there. It's been a while since I had one of Linda's shrunken prisoners under my ass. I forgot how awesome it felt. What happened with this one?"

Barbie filled her friend in on what happened. "After I talked to you, I called Sue and warned her about him. She called me back half an hour later and told me Mr. obnoxious wouldn't get into the coffin machine so she subdued him and gave him his physical herself." "Did she have to punish him?" Sue asked.

"She didn't say, but from the way he was cowering, I think she did. Linda told me to call you and tell you to come to her office. She also told me to come down. When I got here I found Mr. personality trying to hide on your chair. I taped him down and you are sitting on him now."

"How long has it been?" Sue asked.

Barbie looked at her watch. "It's going on four minutes. We better let him up soon". Sue put her feet on the floor to stand up but the inner door to Linda's office opened and Sue relaxed again.

"Hi Sue. Thanks for coming down. Did you find Bob Smith yet?" she asked Barbie. "Not yet," Barbie said before Sue could talk. Although Barbie and Sue were friends with Linda, Barbie didn't want her to know Sue was sitting on him. Not yet anyway. Barbie thought she knew why Linda wanted Sue and her to come to her office. She was sure it had something to do with Bob Smith, but to take matters in her own hands and have Sue sit on him might have overstepped her bounds.

Two minutes later, after thanking the women for coming and asking them to look for her missing patient, Linda went back into her office. Sue jumped out of her chair and turned around. There, where her ass had been parked for over six minutes was a lifeless little Bob Smith. "We killed him," Sue said.

"He'll be alright," answered Barbie. Little men are pretty tough." She flicked him across the face lightly with the nail of her forefinger, but Bob didn't move.

"I think he's dead," Sue said with fear. Barbie answered. "He's not dead." She pulled the tape off his mouth and loaded her middle finger again. She gave Bob yet another swat on his manhood and testicles. It seemed to do the trick. Bob's mouth and lungs came to life in a big way as he began the task of recharging himself with air. "See, I told you he wasn't dead. Just look at all the life in those eyes." Bob's eyeballs were once again about to pop out of their sockets.

Barbie then pulled the tape off Bob and wrapped her pert little fingers around him again. She laid the back of her hand on her skirt clad thigh. Both women watched him silently on Barbie's palm for two minutes. When he regained his senses enough to know who and where he was, he looked up into Barbie's eyes.

"Dr. Linda is really pissed at you for running off," Barbie said. "I think you are in big trouble."

Bob knew that Barbie was seriously fucking with him. He knew he was still under her control. He knew he was about to make a mistake, but he said it anyway. He was getting tired of the torture. "It might not be today. It might not even be for a week, but you two will pay dearly. So will that two bit doctor you're consorting with."

Barbie only laughed and tightly closed her fist. Bob smith didn't enter another peep until Dr. Linda opened the door to her examination room and called the two women in. That was another six minutes later.

"Did either of you find Mr. Smith?" Linda asked.

"Here he is," Barbie said, handing the once again out of air new employee to the company doctor. "Sue found him hiding behind the filing cabinet."

Linda looked at Bob who was shaking his head profusely and said only, "I warned you." She then put Bob in a death grip equal to what she had put him in earlier. Bob had just regained his senses and was having them sucked out of him again.

Linda watched Bob suffer for three more minutes within her grip. She enjoyed his suffering immensely but, as a doctor, knew he was seriously reaching his limit. She also knew by his current condition, that Barbie and Sue had been having some fun with him in her waiting room. Linda, with a minor relaxation of her hand, allowed Bob a chance to live longer. "I told you not to run," she said to Bob. Bob opened his mouth to protest but quickly closed it. He knew it would do no good.

"Ok ladies," Linda said looking at the heads of personnel and security before her. "Mr. Smith here almost passed his company physical. He failed to enter the MRI machine. I called his boss and asked him if this would be a problem." Bob was able to move his head and he did, from side to side.

"Bob's boss, with my recommendation, said that Bob could not perform his job if he was claustrophobic. He gave me the authority to cure Bob of his problem myself. That's where you two come in." Linda then handed Bob back to Barbie. "Hold him for a second please."

"Sure," Barbie answered. She felt Bob struggling in her grasp. She was loving it. She couldn't wait for her chance to have her prisoner under her own ass. She looked over at Sue. She knew Sue was waiting for her chance to get Bob into her hands. "Here, you hold him for awhile," Barbie said to Sue.

Sue quickly grabbed Bob from her friend. "Thanks Barbie," Sue said happily. She had Bob's head between her thumb and forefinger with his body wrapped up in her other three fingers. She held him out before her, staring at his tiny little frightened eyes. Bob stared back quietly. The insides of Sue's nail tips blocked his peripheral vision. So far, he had met three women in the company. All three were extremely good looking and well built. As it turned out, all three had the chance to handle him. Bob wondered if all the women in the company were so pretty and ruthless. HE decided right there and then that as soon as he was his old size again, he was going to quit.

"As you know," Linda said as she grabbed a plastic glove and put it on her right hand. "In order to save money, the company allows me to cure any employee problems that I find myself capable of doing. This one falls into that category. He is suffering from a mild case of claustrophobia as well as a severe case of social rudeness. Since you two ladies have already met the employee in question and have seen his needs for social reform, I decided to call in your help."

Sue heard a peep and felt a stirring in her hand but she controlled it with a minor squeeze. At least she thought it was minor. Linda continued. "You two will take turns with the patients treatments. I want you to put him in tight situations and at the same time teach him some manners. If it requires breaking his will, then so be it. But please don't break his back. You'll find tiny people are quite resilient, but they can be crushed." Linda held out her left palm to Sue.

"Oh," Sue said disappointingly and dropped Bob into Linda's awaiting palm. Bob tried to jump before he was wrapped up but of course he didn't make it.

"Don't worry," Linda said to Sue. "You'll get your chance." Linda then pushed Bob inside the glove that was on her hand. She positioned his body face down on her palm. She slid him all the way inside the glove and let the elastic snap shut behind him. Bob's head made its way into the middle finger of the glove. His face was pressed firmly into the first digit of Linda's middle finger. Tight rubber surrounded the rest of his head. Bob was beginning to panic.

Linda held up her palm to show her friends and continued to talk. She moved each of the fingernails of her left hand up and down the back of Bob's body. She loved to feel the shape of her palm prisoners under the tight thin rubber of her examination gloves. "Don't forget that your patient does need to breath, although he can go a good while without air. Also don't try to cure him too quickly. Start concentrating first with his face exposed. We want to help him, not make him go mad." Linda then grabbed a pair of scissors and carefully cut a round hole behind Bob's head.

"You see," Linda continued, extending her hand wide open. "Now he can breathe." She then curled her fingers into a fist and held it up for the girls to see. Bob's tiny face peeked out from between the base of her first two fingers.

"I'll keep Bob today," Linda said. "Barbie, I want you to come back at four and you can take him home."

"When do I get him?" Sue asked.

"Tomorrow at lunchtime, Barbie will give him to you. The following day, you'll give him back to Barbie. Barbie gets him first because she has open toed shoes on today and that's where his first session will take place. Remember, we want to let him breathe, at least in the beginning."

Bob was hearing every word. He didn't believe this was actually happening. It sounded like Linda was talking about a couple of days. He didn't think he could last one day in Linda's glove, let alone three days under the other women's feet. He wasn't far from going into shock.

"Make sure you wear open toes tomorrow," Linda said to Sue.

Sue nodded. "When do we get to use some closer to home methods?"

"Next week," Linda answered. She could tell Bob was listening by his response to her last answer. She opened her hand and resumed the fingernail massage on Bob. It wasn't calming him down. "I have tons of paperwork to do so I'll see you Barbie at four. I'll see you Sue tomorrow."

The women left and Linda sat at her desk. Before she picked up her pen, she rubbed the palm of her right hand all over her face. The feel of her tiny prisoners bottom on her cheeks and lips made her feel powerful yet excited. She thought about rubbing her palm elsewhere, but she was a doctor and she had paperwork to do. Besides, she'd have time when her friends were done with Bob Smith. She'll get him back in a few days. Then she'll be able to intensify his treatment herself.


Bob Smith's New Job

Part III

by willie

Barbie showed up at the doctors office at precisely four. She'd been staring at her watch all day, and hadn't gotten much work done. "Hi Linda, how was your day," she said after she knocked lightly and entered Linda's examination room and office.

"My day has been spectacular," Linda answered giddily. I got done a whole stack of paperwork. My writing hand was unstoppable."

"I'm not surprised," Barbie laughed with anticipation. She hadn't had one of Linda's patients under her toes in well over two years. The company didn't hire too many jerks, so she and Sue didn't get too many chances to help Linda. "I can't wait for my turn."

Linda pulled off the sweaty glove and dumped Bob into her sink. He jumped up, unharmed and peed for sixty seconds. "Don't forget he has to go to the bathroom," Linda told her friend. "He also needs to eat. Keep him warm and he won't need too much to eat."

"I don't think keeping him warm will be a problem."

"No it shouldn't be," Linda answered. She grabbed Bob roughly and put him on the table. Bob saw his doorway to freedom at the far end. He wanted to make a run for it but he sadly knew it would do him no good. Even if he made it, the door would be locked. If he didn't make it, the punishment would be severe.

Linda pulled a cracker from her desk and dropped it in front of the still nude and now cold Bob. He was wet from Linda's palm sweat. He didn't know yet how much sweat toes produced, or how strong it tasted when it was forced into ones mouth. "Eat," Linda commanded. Bob took a couple of bites, but he wasn't hungry. He was too sad to eat.

Linda gave Bob a few minutes while she talked to Barbie. "Don't kill him, please," she said as she plucked him off the table and handed him to Barbie. His Ritz looked untouched. "Lift up your heel and slide him in head first, face up. Stop when you feel his face between your first two toes."

Barbie did as she was told. she stood up and took a couple of steps. She already knew how to walk with a small person under her foot, but she was tentative at first none the less. "This is awesome," she said. "I think I can get used to this." Barbie thought briefly what it must be like for Bob Smith. The thought gave her a warm feeling deep inside. Whatever he felt, he deserved, for his own sake. Barbie was doing him a favor, sort of.

"Don't remove these shoes until you go to bed," Linda instructed.

"No problem."

"And wear open toe slippers or knee high hose to bed. He needs to breathe tonight."

"No problem," Barbie answered. She thanked her friend and gingerly left the doctor's office. She stopped by Sue's office and refreshed Sue's memory on what it felt like to have a shrunken asshole under her foot. Barbie then walked with Sue to the parking lot, stepped into her car, and headed home. By the time Barbie finished her thirty minute drive and parked in front of her apartment building, the little therapy patient in her shoe was sound asleep.

"Awake down there?" Barbie asked as she stepped out of the car. A passer by would have thought she was talking to her foot. She felt or heard no response, so she stomped her foot on the ground. Bob woke up abruptly to his situation and began screaming and struggling violently. Barbie simply stepped on Bob and applied more weight until he calmed down. She then walked calmly into her building.

Once inside, Barbie sat on her sofa and put her feet up. She saw no signs of Bob's head through her opening at the end of her shoe. Instead she admired her pretty toes and gave them a wiggle. "So can you hear me in there? If you can, move your fingers." Barbie felt Bob's tiny appendages tickle the bottom of her foot.

"Good," Barbie laughed. "Now let me here you say something." Barbie listened and heard a muffled peep from inside her right shoe. She lowered it to the floor and stomped again hard. Upon returning her foot to the coffee table, Barbie ordered, "louder stupid."

Bob yelled into Barbie's under-toes as loud he could. "Please let me out of here," he begged.

"I heard you that time," Barbie said back. "And no, I won't let you out." Bob began to struggle again, but Barbie stood up and walked into her bedroom ending his tirade. She pulled off her work clothes and put on a pair of sweats. From her bedroom, Barbie walked into the kitchen and made herself something to eat.

The rest of Barbie's evening was uneventful. She lied on her sofa and watched TV until she went to bed. Bob had many fits during the time Barbie relaxed. She treated each the same way; a stomp to the floor and some extended pressure. He'll learn, Barbie thought to herself.

When it was bedtime, Barbie slipped off her left shoe then her right. When she did, Bob followed her foot out of the shoe and he made a run for it. He had been planning his breakout for hours. He figured he'd go mad soon if he didn't make a run for it. Unfortunately for him, Barbie expected it and quickly snatched him up after only a few steps.

"You'll pay for that," Barbie said as she dropped Bob in the sink. She turned on the cold water and walked out. Bob tried to scale the sides of the basin, but couldn't. He slid down into the cold water and did his business. He drank some, then resumed his futile attempt at escape.

Barbie walked into the bathroom with a pair of crumple up socks in her hand. "You just don't get it do you?" she asked the defeated and crying little man in her sink. "I don't know if you are capable of reform." Barbie shook her hand and unraveled the wrinkled socks. "These are from Saturday. I wore them all day. I figured they'd make a good place for you to sleep."

"What can I offer you to help me," Bob pleaded desperately. "I'm sorry I was a jerk. What more do you want from me?"

Barbie picked Bob up by his head and held him dangling before her face. Once again Bob was enthralled by her looks. "First of all," she said softly, her warm breath blowing through Bob. "You are more than a jerk, you are an asshole; which is where you belong and might just end up." Bob shuddered.

"Second, what I want from you is for you to suffer, with me as your tormentor. Third, even if by some divine power you do find it in yourself to change, I wouldn't lift the toe you've been plastered to all night to help you."

Bob felt the pressure on the sides of his head disappear and at the same time he felt downward motion. He looked down and saw he was free falling into the end of one of the white socks. The aroma was the next thing Bob noticed as he landed at the end of the sock. He looked up toward the opening and saw Barbie's two thumbs. Past the opening he saw one of her eyes peering in.

"How can you treat another human being like this?" Bob asked.

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you this morning," Barbie answered. She then lowered her sock and inserted her foot into it. Through the filtered light, Bob watched Barbie's toes descend upon him. He felt like he was returning to a nightmare in which a monster was chasing him and he just ran out of room. Bob fell backwards as Barbie's foot settled over him and she pulled the sock tight. "Good night, Mr. Bob Smith," she said as she climbed into bed. "I hope our future boss and owner has a good night sleep. He just might need it."

"Fuck you," Bob said barely audible. He closed his eyes and thought about a cool stream on a sunny spring day in an attempt to fool his brain. His nose prevented his brain from believing. The smell of Barbie's three day old socks was too strong. Bob was on the verge of panic as his id fought with his ego. In one thought, he couldn't survive his coffin-like bed for another second. In another, his strong self presence calmed his nerves and guided him toward tomorrow and a chance to return to his normal life. In the end, not only did he stay awake fighting conflicting emotions for over an hour, his constant movements against the undersides of Barbie's feet kept her awake also.

Finally after ninety sleepless minutes of stomping her socked foot onto the mattress, Barbie sat up and pulled off her sock. Holding the elastic end, she whipped the sock against her mattress jarring the daylights out of its inhabitant. When she lifted it up she saw no movement from within the cotton but she repeated her action anyway. The jerk in her sock deserved whatever she dished out. Barbie needed to go to sleep by ten. It was now eleven thirty. He was depriving her of her beauty sleep.

Barbie then wrapped the smelly sock so tightly into a ball that there was no way an ant could have moved inside it. She dropped it on the bed beneath her stomach and lied down. She was asleep in seconds. Bob went to sleep also, about thirty minutes later. As his consciousness went to never never land, so did a small portion of his sanity.

Barbie awoke in a great mood. She couldn't remember a night in which she had dreamt so vividly. In her waking dream, she was sitting in a chair. Movement under her crotch was turning her on, making her squirm and wiggle. She looked down and saw tiny feet sticking out from under her upper thighs. She put her hand in her pants and felt a tiny human form against her middle finger. Her thumb and other three fingers massaged her warm vagina, pushing the tiny form further and further into her pussy lips. She felt him move inside her as she squeezed her inner muscles turning her victim into warmth as she came uncontrollably.

Barbie remembered about Bob Smith three seconds after she realized she was late waking up. It had taken her longer than usual to understand what the little green numbers on her clock radio signified. With the help of the voice from her local news announcer, Barbie jumped out of bed. Once up she looked at the white sock rolled into a ball on her bed and remembered. Suddenly the fear of going into work ten minutes late left her. She gave the sock ball a firm pat to wake its inhabitant, but otherwise left the sock alone until after she showered and dressed. Once her make up was on, the little bit she used, Barbie grabbed the sock, undid it, and poured its contents onto her palm. Bob Smith, who had been awake for hours contemplating his sorry fate, landed and was immediately wrapped up in fingers he remembered all too well. He breathed deeply and was reintroduced to what fresh air smelled like.

"Good morning, Bob smith of Newark Delaware, newly hired electrical engineer. How was your night." Bob only stared at her face with readjusting eyes. "Thanks to you, I didn't get enough sleep. But don't worry, you'll pay." Barbie walked into her kitchen and with her free hand poured herself a bowl of Frosted Flakes. After pouring milk on them, she pulled one out and put it on the table in front of where she deposited Bob. He had his breakfast gone before Barbie did.

"Somebody was hungry," she chided Bob. What's the matter? Not getting enough toe jam. Bob responded by running. He almost made it to the far end of the table before Barbie's open palm landed on him driving his forward momentum, and that of Barbie's fingers, onto and almost into the pine tabletop. She picked him up by his feet and pulled him to her stomach.

As Barbie pulled open her tan skirt, Bob noticed she was wearing panty hose. He watched her hand, the one that didn't have a hold of his legs, grab the nylon material and pull it away from her stomach. Bob hovered over the open hose for a split second looking at the furry mound of giant pubic hair below him. As his downward descent began, he felt two emotions; a longing for the sexual organs of the beauty who had him at her mercy and a fear of what might become of him if he was subjected to her harsh womanhood's environment.

The war between two of Bob's emotions quickly ended as he passed right by the pink lips smiling at him from behind a brown jungle. Bob didn't even get a chance to marvel at Barbie's firm thighs or smooth lower leg. He fell too quickly, landing on a hard foot. After a quick bone shattering shake, Bob found himself once again under the foot he spent the previous evening under; his face absorbing the moisture still clinging to the base of Barbie's first two toes.

The feel of Barbie's nylons on his back almost made Bob's current position under Barbie's foot enjoyable, if only minutely. When Barbie inserted her nylon clad foot into her high heels, any pleasant sensation Bob may have felt left him cold. He quickly realized that Barbie wasn't wearing open toe shoes and instantly began to panic. Barbie easily took care of his panic when she stood up and headed out the door. With such a subtle difference in how she walked, Barbie found she could precipitate his struggles or end them just as quickly. What a fun week this was going to be.

Bob wasn't having as much fun as the woman whose shoe he was in. In fact, Bob was having a miserable time. The constant lung-emptying force applied to him by the ball of Barbie's foot kept his panic from running amok. He was simply too busy fighting for each breath of stale air to think about panicking. Bob didn't even realize that for the first time in his life, he was in a tight confining position and wasn't suffering from a bout of claustrophobia.

When Barbie walked into work, Sue was there to meet her. "So let's hear it," she asked Barbie. "How was it."

Barbie took a deep breath and answered. "It's far better than I remembered. The fact that I generally hate his guts doesn't hurt either."

"You can say that again," Sue said looking down at Barbie's feet. "I can't wait until lunchtime. Hey, weren't you supposed to wear open toe shoes?"

"I would have, but he tried to run this morning. I decided he needed to be punished harsher. He just wasn't learning his lesson."

"Linda's gonna be pissed. She has a strict agenda. If we rush it he might go crazy. You heard her."

"Will you relax," Barbie lectured her friend. "With his arrogance, are you kidding me? He could survive under our feet for weeks. I can't wait until he tries to survive in more personal places."

The women reached Sue's office. "I'll see you in Linda's office at noon," Barbie said as Sue walked through her doorway.

"Don't be a second late," Sue said back. Barbie smiled and walked to her own office feeling the chest cavity of her shoe prisoner cave in with each step.

Barbie's morning flew by. Before she knew it, twelve o:clock had arrived. She had fallen behind in her work in just one lazy afternoon and had to work diligently to catch up. She was so involved in her work that she didn't even realized she spent a large part of the morning fondling her tiny shoe mate with her toes. Barbie thought Bob was quietly suffering under her foot. She didn't hear Bob's screams as her toes, unbenounced to her, probed and worked Bob's body relentlessly from his head to his balls. By the time Barbie stood up and headed for the doctor's office, Bob was borderline catatonic.

Barbie stopped off at the lady's room to urinate. When she was finished, she slid her shoe off. Barbie then reached inside her hose all the way to her foot and grabbed Bob. She pulled her hand back out and quickly dropped Bob back inside her shoe and re-inserted her foot. She wanted to give him a chance to experience her toes from the other side of the smelly wet nylon. Barbie washed her hands and went to see her two friends.

"It's about time you got here," Sue barked. "You're five minutes late."

"Sorry," Barbie said. "I got caught up in my work."

"How could you possibly have gotten anything done with you no who in your shoe?"

"I don't know," Barbie answered. "It was like he was a natural part of my foot. I forgot he was in there."

"Well I didn't forget about him all morning. Let me have him, Sue demanded.

"Where's Linda?"

"She's not here yet."

"Linda wanted to look at him," Barbie said. "We have to wait until she gets here."

"Weren't you the one who told me to relax?" Sue asked. Barbie smirked then nodded. "Come on Barbie. Take off your shoe and put it on the table."

Barbie did as she was told. She didn't look inside. She simply lifted her shoe and placed it gently on the tabletop like it was a live bomb. Both women stared at the shoe for a full thirty seconds, but its inhabitant didn't emerge. "Come on out, little fellow," Sue finally said, "Or I'll put my own foot in Barbie's shoe. We're the same size."

Fifteen seconds passed and there was still no movement in the shoe. "All right, you asked for it," said Sue excitedly. She grabbed the shoe and quickly lowered it the floor. It hit with a slap that woke Bob from the unresponsive state he was in. He sat up quickly, thinking he was going to attempt an escape but his chest and face were hit by five toes that slammed him back down and covered him.

Bob instantly knew this was a different foot than the one that had him planted all morning, not only by the smell, but also from the size. This foot was much bigger than Barbie's foot. Even though he was out of it when Sue was talking, Bob knew it was Sue's foot that was pressing him into the worn leather of Barbie's shoe. Somewhere in the back of his mind Bob figured plump round bottoms led to big fat toes.

"Well?" asked Barbie.

"I think my feet grew," answered Sue with a look of pain on her face.

"You're not crushing him, are you?" Barbie asked. "He's still my responsibility until Linda gets here."

"I don't know. I better check." Sue pried her heel out of the shoe, then lifted the rest of her foot. What followed her toes out of the shoe was a tiny little man named Bob Smith. As Bob scaled the edge of Barbie's high heeled shoe, he hesitated and glanced up at the two giantesses. Their good looks caused him to stare a second too long.

"Get him," Barbie screamed. Sue, who already had her foot raised in the air, stepped down hard next to Barbie's shoe. She missed. Bob Smith, who at full size did not look like an agile man, jumped out of the way and ran toward the open door to the waiting room. Barbie and Sue quickly went after him.

With two quick strides, Barbie was ahead of Bob. He veered to his left as Barbie's foot tried to trap him. Bob saw filing cabinets ahead and ran for them. Sue dove for the fleeing man but he disappeared behind the cabinets before she could reach him with her outstretched fingers.

Behind the filing cabinet, Bob found a string hanging all the way from the top. He grabbed the string, which was a thick rope to him, and began to climb. Despite the strong smell of female foot odor in his nostrils, he made unbelievable time climbing the rope. When he reached the top of the filing cabinet, Bob looked at the two stupid bimbos crawling on the floor below him. His time at their mercy would soon be over. Bob could smell his revenge.

Bob ran to the opposite edge of the filing cabinet and saw the doorway he first entered this strange and unpleasant dream. After two long jumps that he never would have dreamed of at six foot, Bob was on the table. The door to his freedom was dead ahead. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the women still on their hands and knees looking behind the filing cabinet. Bob laughed out loud and ran for all he was worth toward the door.

More than twenty four hours worth of pent up energy and frustration exploded out of Bob Smith as he sprinted. He had new life. Something inside him told him the door was unlocked. Even if it was locked, he'd figure a way to get passed it. Sure he'd show up on the other end of the hallway naked, but that was the least of his concerns. His freedom and revenge was all he cared about.

Bob reached the door and pulled. It was a fraction of a second that lasted a week. He pulled the doorknob and it slipped out of his hand. Bob fell backward and landed on his ass. He jumped back up and reached for the knob. His confidence on the door being unlocked was fading. Bob was looking for a way around the lock when he grabbed the knob for a second time and twisted it. The knob turned and the latch clicked open.

Bob looked behind him one last time and saw the two bimbos looking at him. They had caught on to his trail but they were way too late. Bob laughed in their giant faces and pulled the door open. He saw the oversized door at the far end of the hallway and took a step toward it. In a matter of seconds, life would have a new meaning.

Bob's second step never happened, Something hit him from the side with such force it knocked him down and sent him sliding away from freedom. Before his momentum stopped, Bob rolled himself over and saw the cause of his fall. Long red fingernails descended on him. Smooth white fingers wrapped around him and he was lifted once again into the air.

Bob Smith recognized the hand that had come out of nowhere to recapture him so close to freedom. Linda had set a trap. She was hiding, waiting for him to make a move, She left the tiny door to the long hallway unlocked to give Bob a sense of false hope. He had fallen for it and walked right into her hand, literally.

"After one day I see you've learned nothing," Linda scolded Bob. She looked at Barbie and Sue. "You two almost let him escape. Do you have any idea what might have happened to us if he escaped? We'd be through. His obedience training must be complete or he'll ruin us. I should handle the rest of this alone." Linda held Bob so tightly in her right hand that she unknowingly was crushing him.

"Come on, Linda," Sue pleaded. I didn't get my chance."

"Had he gotten away, you wouldn't have had a chance; or a job."

"Oh for Christ sake," Barbie said boldly. "You might be the doctor, but you're still one of us. You forget about that guy Peterson who escaped. We survived that."

"Barely," Linda said. "The only reason no-one believed him was we made him half crazy and he snapped. His training wasn't complete."

"I wonder what ever happened to him?" Sue asked. "If I remember right, that one was your fault. We all screw up once in a while."

"I guess your right," Linda agreed while loosening her grip on Bob. He began to fight again. "Just look at him struggle. The poor guy was so close to escaping."

"Do I get my turn?" Sue asked Linda.

Linda gave Bob another rough examination with her long fingers as she talked to her friends. "Mr. Smith's boss called me this morning and asked if I could speed things up. He wanted his new employee sooner than the seven days I told him the process would take. It seems they are going on a mission and the date has moved forward. They want this little fellow to come along. He's supposedly an expert in decryption"

"It doesn't look like Mr. Smith has obtained any injuries under your foot, Barbie." Linda set Bob back down on the table and Bob continued his fit, kicked and banging the now locked little door. Finally after thirty seconds of amusing his audience of three, Bob curled into a ball on the table and cried.

"Looks like he really wanted out," Barbie laughed. "I guess he didn't like my feet."

"Pathetic, isn't it," Linda continued. "His boss wants him back tomorrow afternoon, so we need to move things along a lot faster. In fact we'll have to skip the second day of in shoe training. We'll have to skip the in-bra portion also." Looking at Sue, she asked, "What do you have on under that skirt?"

"Panty hose."

"Are they tight?"

"Are you kidding?" Barbie interjected. "If they're covering that bottom, they have to be tight."

"Very funny," Sue said to her friend.

"I really think it's a mistake but it looks like it's time for your bottom to play a role in Mr. Smith's training. Let me clean him up and we'll get on with it." Linda scooped up the cowering man and carried him over to the sink where she gave him a warm finger bath. She could tell her patient was enjoying his bath because she had to swat him twice on his groin to keep his manhood down. After drying him off, Linda gave him something to eat, then carried him back over to Sue who was chomping at the bit for her turn.

"Turn around and pull up your skirt", Linda order Sue. Sue gladly complied. When Bob saw the immensity of Sue's rear end, his uncontrollable panic returned. Linda pulled open the back of Sue's nylons, told Bob to behave himself in there, and dropped him in. Linda allowed Bob to fall and bounce his way all the way to the bottom of the seat section of Sue's pantyhose, before she let go of the elastic band. She then, using her long fingernail, positioned Bob under Sue's left ass cheek right where it meets the back of the thigh. When Linda was finished, Bob was almost completely hidden from view by Sue's ass cheek hanging over him. He was wedged, face first at the base of Sue's ass cheek, unable to move or quite possibly breath. Bob's arms were at his side and his face was only an inch or so away from Sue's crotch. The scent of her womanhood quickly filled Bob's nose.

"Barbie, get a load of this," Linda said while admiring the finished product. "He really looks tiny under Sue's ass."

Barbie looked and laughed out loud. "Can you feel him, Sue?" Sue answered. "It feels like he's trying to move, but I don't think he is."

"He's definitely not moving," Barbie said.

"There is no way in hell he can move more than his fingers," added Linda. "I hope he survives. His boss will be pissed if we lose him, but it was his choice." Linda told Sue to take a couple of steps while holding up her skirt. Sue complied. Bob completely disappeared when Sue stepped with her right foot. He came back into view briefly when Sue's left foot carried her weight. "I think he'll be able to breathe OK as long as you don't stay still too long."

"I'll try to keep that in mind," Sue said. "But I have work to do this afternoon. How can I be sure he's breathing."

"If you're standing, keep moving," Linda answered. "If you're sitting, cross you're left leg over your right. Just don't forget he's under you. At his size, and the amount of fat on your ass, no offense, the only thing that can kill Mr. Bob Smith is suffocation."

"Don't remove the pantyhose until tomorrow morning before your shower," Linda continued. "Of course you have to remove them briefly to go the bathroom. When you're finished, make sure he's in the exact same position. And do try to sleep on your stomach." Sue nodded, taking in her instructions.

"Does this mean I don't get him anymore?" Barbie asked sadly.

"Maybe you can have him for a couple of hours tomorrow morning," Linda answered, "If he's still alive."

"Please don't kill him," Barbie said to Sue. "I'd really like one more chance with him. I'm just starting to like him."

"I'll be careful. I promise," Sue said. Linda dismissed her friends and they went to their offices. Barbie still had a good deal of work to do so she set about the task, even though she was quite disappointed.

Sue also got back to work. Although she was higher than a kite, Sue still had very much work to do. Some of it was related to the mission Bob Smith, who would spend the afternoon under her ass, was supposed to be going on. She had promised she'd be careful with Bob. Little did she know she told a fib. Bob Smith's New Job

Part IV

by willie

Bob Smith knew where he was. He was wedged beneath the plump soft ass of the security chief, a young attractive woman four or five years his senior. He knew he was spending the next twenty hours attached to her soft bouncy flesh. For that he was not happy. He did, although, see a distant flicker of light at the other end of the tunnel. Bob had heard the entire conversation between the doctor and her cohorts, so he knew he was being released tomorrow at noon. In the last twenty seven hours he had been tortured and humiliated beyond reason, but up to now he was physically unhurt. Bob was mentally tough. He knew, as Sue walked to her office with her powerful gluteus maximus muscles squeezing him and shaking him with each pounding step she took, that he could withstand what he was being subjected to. Although the force of the nylon held him firmly pressed into Sue's flesh, he was in no real pain and was able to take a breath with each step Sue took. The smooth material on his back actually felt good. That all changed when Sue sat down.

Within a matter of a single second, Bob went from being in control of his unusual situation, to being in sheer panic. Bob couldn't vent some of the panic by swinging his arms or kicking his legs or even screaming. The full brunt of Bob's panic was the burden of his mind. Bob imagined a toggle switch deep inside his brain, the type mounted on walls next to a doorway. Words above the switch said CALM. Below the switch read PANIC. Bob imagined Sue's stubby but still gigantic forefinger hitting the switch and forcing it downward, sending Bob's mind reeling for peace.

It no longer felt to Bob like he was under Sue's ass. It felt like he was inside it. It felt to Bob like he was one of the many chords of muscle that the skin of Sue's ass held together. Bob didn't want to be part of a bimbo's ass. He wanted to be a CEO in full sized human form. CEOs of corporations were never forced into panic, no matter what the circumstance. Bob had to gain control of his emotions.

Bob closed his eyes, like it really mattered, and searched for his inner strength. He was Bob Smith, valedictorian at college. He graduated with a perfect 4.0 cumm. in undergraduate school. He went on to get his masters degree in encryption technology, also with perfect grades. He was better than this. Beyond that, there was the revenge factor. How could he bring these three women who had humiliated him so severely to justice if he cracked under one of their asses. Bob Smith could, and would, overcome this minor obstacle in the path of his success. Bob almost had himself believing.

Four and a half minutes later, Bob was having seconds thoughts. The bimbo forgot already that she needed to let him breathe. He had spent four minutes with his will to survive and his want of revenge fighting with his fear of being buried alive and his hatred of having his fate in the hands of others. Now that fight didn't seem as important as breathing did. As he grew light headed, breathing didn't seem so important either. Sleep did. Bob Smith wanted to go to sleep, and he almost did.

Sue was interrupted by her phone. On the third single ring, signifying an inter-office call, Sue answered.

"So did you forget already that your little buddy has to breathe," said Barbie's voice from the phone.

"Of course not," Sue said jumping out of her chair and leaning over her desk. She quickly felt under her ass. He was there alright, but was he alive?

"Relax," Barbie's voice said. "He can go at least five minutes. He's fine. Just don't forget about him."

"How did you know?' Sue asked.

"I know you," Barbie answered. "And I know how comfortable he feels. Remember what Linda said. Keep your left leg crossed over your right and he'll survive."

"I wonder what it's like for him under my ass?" Sue asked her friend over the phone.

"If he was a normal man, he'd probably enjoy the heck out of it. This guy is such an asshole, he probably still isn't giving in. Don't you feel him struggling at all?"

"Nothing," Sue answered. "If you say he's all right, I'll believe you. I just really don't want to be sitting on a dead guy, no matter how small he is."

"Consider yourself lucky," Barbie said. "How many women can say they sat on an entire little man, dead or alive, let alone a future powerful CEO. I wish I was in your shoes right now, or I should say in your panty hose."

"I have work to do," Sue said, settling back into her chair. "I gotta go."

"Me too," said Barbie. "Have fun." Both women hung up their telephones and got back to work. Barbie grabbed a small tube of lipstick from her purse and put it under her own ass. She imagined she had Bob Smith under there as she readjusted herself in her chair. Sue also made an adjustment in her own chair. The difference was she had the real Mr. Bob Smith under her ass.

Three and a half minutes after Sue hung up the phone and Barbie's voice disappeared to her own office, Sue crossed her legs and Bob was able to breathe. He definitely was not making the best of his situation. He had heard, with the help of the thing in his ear, Barbie tell Sue that a normal man would be enjoying what he himself was loathing. Bob wasn't a normal man. Despite his fear of tight places, Bob hated to be controlled by others. His claustrophobia was being replaced by a more lethal emotion; hatred.

As the afternoon wore on and Bob's suffering continued, his anger sweltered. Now that he knew his therapy or punishment or, in actuality, torture would soon be over, he was thinking less about his plight and more about revenge. What else could he do, besides struggle for precious air, but think about how he was going to get even with the threesome?

Sue sat on her ass, and her little slave all afternoon long. She never forgot to let him breathe, although she did make him wait longer and longer as the afternoon wore on. She figured, by expanding his lung capacity and teaching him to hold his breath longer, she was helping prepare him for future missions.

Barbie couldn't help but walk past Sue's office every thirty minutes or so. She got a thrill watching her friend wiggle her huge but attractive ass side to side in her chair while she worked on her computer. "What are you working on?" Barbie asked Sue during one of her visits.

"I'm updating my employee security records," Sue answered. "Did you know that our own Mr. Smith has the highest level of clearance a new employee can have? Only the A and B level managers have higher levels of clearance. That's pretty impressive."

"I wonder," asked Barbie, "if he's cleared for your ass?"

Sue chuckled then grew more serious. "Do you think we're making a mistake with this one? It seems he might have a better chance of getting us in serious trouble."

"Stop worrying," Barbie answered reassuringly. "I trust Linda. If she senses trouble, she'll handle him her way. We have nothing to fear. Now relax and let the little guy take a breath."

Sue looked at the time on her monitor. "I will in seventy more seconds. Now get back to work and leave me and my little buddy alone. You'll get one more chance tomorrow morning, remember?"

"How could I possibly forget?" Barbie laughed and headed out the door. She poked her head back in and added, "Please don't smother him." Sue laughed and waved her friend off. She lifted her cheek for ten seconds before repositioning herself in her chair and resuming her work.

It was a short afternoon for Sue, although a much longer one for Bob Smith. Barbie and Sue talked as they walked through the parking lot. "Don't you wish we could have him longer?" Sue asked her friend.

"I sure do. I can't believe Linda couldn't talk his boss out of taking him from us so soon," Barbie said. Sue shook her head knowing she'd have to make the best of her one night. "Maybe Linda will pull some magic out of her hat."

"Let's hope so," Sue added as she unlocked her car and settled into her cloth interior. The plaid upholstery never felt so comfortable. "See you tomorrow, Barb."

"Have a nice night," Barbie answered with a wink. "And keep him alive." She pushed Sue's door closed and unlocked the door to her own car, two spaces away. The two women always parked close by. They enjoyed walking to their cars together after work. It gave them a chance to discuss office politics. Both women drove home. Barbie had a boring night, but she had nice dreams about tiny men.

Sue's night was far from boring. She sat in bed and read a boring book, but she was full of life. It felt to Sue like the life energy of the tiny man, whose struggles had been steadily decreasing throughout the evening, was slowly being sucked, or squeezed out of him and channeled into her. She never felt so alive. On more than one occasion, Sue caught herself with her hand reaching between her legs and massaging her prisoner's head into her soft flesh. Each time she caught herself, she realized she had maneuvered Bob's tiny head closer to her pussy and she reluctantly pulled her hand back onto her leg where it stayed for a few minutes. With a mind of it's own, Sue's right hand kept creeping it's way back to Bob's head like it was a tiny yet powerful magnet and her hand was made of iron.

Sue went to sleep with the TV on like she did most nights. She went to sleep with her right hand between her thighs and her forefinger massaging a tiny hard head into the very bottom part of her pussy. By the time Bob Smith went to sleep, his face was buried inside the soft slimy slit of a woman he hated and hoped to soon pay back.

Like her friend the previous morning, Sue slept through her alarm and woke up late. She too had been in the throws of a passionate dream. She pulled off her clothes, not even realizing she had slept with nylons on, and jumped into the shower. She quickly washed her hair and grabbed the soap. When she worked her way down to her crotch she felt something hanging from her vagina.

Sue bent forward and looked. Extending from her pussy was the lower half of a tiny four and a half inch tall man; his manhood standing erect like a thin flag pole displaying old glory on Memorial Day. "Bob Smith!" Sue shrieked and put her thumb and forefinger on him. Sue started to pull the tiny man out but stopped. "If you have a hard on," s he said out loud, "You must be doing just fine where you are."

Sue finished her shower, brushed her teeth quickly, and dressed. She donned another pair of tight panty hose along with a cheerful red skirt and a white blouse. She hadn't washed her hair, so there was no need in using the blow dryer. She grabbed a dry bagel and ran out the door. By the time she got to work, Sue was fifteen minutes late.

"Where have you been?" Barbie asked Sue as Sue entered her office. "More importantly, where's Bob Smith."

"He's in my nylons," Sue answered defensively. Barbie read her trepidation.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Is he dead?"

"No he's not dead. He's fine."

"Well then, what is it?" Barbie asked.

Sue let out a breath. "Remember how Linda put him under my ass?"

"I remember."

"Well he sort of migrated."

"Migrated? Where to?"

Sue gestured with her hands toward her crotch. "No way," Barbie shrieked. I can't believe you did it."

"I didn't do it. He did it. I mean I did it. He just sort of got there."

"I can't believe you," Barbie said. Is he all the way in?"

"No just his head."

"His whole head?"

"And his chest."

Barbie gasped. "How do you know he's still alive?"

"You should have seen his tiny pecker this morning," Sue said with an embarrassed grin. "It was as tall and as hard as a grain of rice."

"No way," Barbie said. "Pull him out. It's my turn."

"Alright already," Sue said. She reached under her skirt and into her panty hose and retrieved a lethargic little Bob Smith. Although his mind was elsewhere, his manhood still stood proud.

Barbie grabbed Bob Smith from Sue and held him before her face. Bob's eyes were open, but they only stared into space. Barbie gave Bob a little shake. No response. She did it again. Still no response. She raised her other hand and let Bob Smith have a whack from her middle finger right to his almost invisible testicles. The proud manhood wilted quickly as Bob snapped out of the funk he was in.

His arms and legs began flailing as Bob regained his senses, and his memory of where he had spent the night returned. Barbie quickly wrapped him up in her fingers, controlling his outer self. Bob's inner self was still in major turmoil.

"If you are going to put him where I think you're going to put him," Sue said, "Do it while he's struggling. The feeling is orgasmic."

Barbie's eyes lit up. "See ya," she said as she hurried to her own office, making sure nobody saw who or what was in her fist. Marge from payroll tried to stop Barbie to talk but Barbie shooed her away. She was on a mission.

Barbie entered her office and shut the door. She pulled off her panties and stuffed them into her personnel filing cabinet. She didn't even notice that her panties landed in the S's. Barbie put the struggling young man on her chair and held him down until she sat on the chair herself. She shuttered as she felt her warm and open vagina land on and instantly devour the upper half of Bob Smith's body.

A chill went up Barbie's spine as she leaned back and pulled her chair up to her desk. She tucked her legs comfortably under her desk and turned on her monitor. She pulled up a personnel file so it looked like she was doing something constructive. Barbie then closed her eyes and began to slowly move her pelvis in a slow circular motion. She only had Bob Smith for a couple of hours. She planned on making the best of him.

Barbie no longer cared if she terminated her little toy. She only cared about enjoying him for the time she had him. She hadn't gotten laid in many months. She was so horny she couldn't take it any longer. She wanted desperately to have an orgasm on the tiny asshole's face. That would be the ultimate humiliation. Barbie began moving faster and faster, grinding the tiny man further and further inside her. She had no idea if she was killing him or not, but she didn't care. She was too caught up in the moment.

Finally after thirty minutes of grinding, Barbie's emotions exploded into a colorful display of fireworks. She put her hand between her thighs and rubbed the tiny man, whose status had just been elevated to sex toy, into her swollen pussy. Her body convulsed with wave after wave of pent up sexual energy as she climaxed.

Barbie screamed out loud once before she was able to control her voice. She continued to rub poor Bob as she slowly floated downward from the plateau above the clouds she had been carried to. As she hit the ground and got control of her emotions, the reality of what she had just done hit her. Not only had she just masturbated in her office, she used a shrunken man to do it. She used a man who wouldn't be small for long. Barbie had let her desires get the best of her and she crossed the line. In a matter of an hour, Bob Smith will be full size again and her career might just be over. She had done to him the one thing that might make him pursue his revenge.

Barbie searched in her desk for a pair of tan colored pantyhose and slipped them on. She then reached inside the hose and pulled Bob Smith's head and upper body out of her wet womanhood. She slid him down her thigh a short distance and let the pantyhose hold him in place. Then another thought hit Barbie that she felt in her stomach. She hadn't locked her door. Someone surely heard her and had looked in. Barbie was sure she had company standing behind her. She wanted to look. She knew she had to look, but she was afraid she'd see half the company in her office glaring at her.

Barbie inhaled deeply and spun her chair around. She let the breath out as a sigh of relief. She was alone, still probably in serious trouble, but alone. Just then the phone rang, scaring the life out of Barbie. She quickly snatched up the receiver and said, "hello."

"Barbie it's me, Linda. I need you and Sue down here now. Can you call Sue for me?"

"Sure," answered Barbie. "We'll be right down." Instead of calling Sue, Barbie stopped by her office.

"Why is your face red?" Sue asked Barbie.

"No reason," Barbie answered. "Linda wants us. I guess it's time. I hope our little friend's will has been broken. If not, we could be in serious trouble."

"I hope Linda knows what she's doing," Sue added. The two women left Sue's office and walked in silence to Linda's office and examination room.

"Hi ladies," Linda said as her two friends came through the door. "Which one of who has Mr. Smith."

"I do," Barbie said, reaching inside her hose and pulling him out. She handed him to Linda who once again wrapped her long fingers around the lifeless man.

"I think this little fellow has seen better days," Linda laughed. "What have the two of you been doing to him?" Barbie and Sue just looked at each other. Neither said anything.

"What ever you did to him, forget about. You have nothing to worry about. Go back to your offices and rest assured that every thing will be all right."

Barbie and Sue quietly left Linda alone with the tiny Bob Smith. "Well my not so arrogant little friend," Linda whispered to the man on her palm. "I'll let you leave after I clean you up." Linda then carried Bob over to the sink and turned on the warm water. She gave him another bath like she had done a couple of days ago. She watched the lethargic little man come back to life in her hands. So rejuvenated was he that she had to give him two separate flicks on his growing manhood to keep it at bay.

After Bob's bath, Linda dressed him like she dressed her Barbie Doll years ago, but not in Barbie clothes; not that she hadn't though about it. Linda dressed Bob in the clothes he had on when he first started his new job. She then explained to Bob what he already knew. She told him his mission had been pushed forward and his boss asked for his therapy to be cut short. "I hope we helped you with your problems," Linda said to him as she put him on the table in front of the metal door that signified Bob's freedom. "Before you go, let me call your boss and tell him I'm releasing you."

"Fuck you," Bob yelled after he pulled the door open and found it unlocked. "I'll see to it that you and your two bimbo friends pay dearly for what you did to me. Kiss your fat asses goodbye." Bob stepped into the hallway and pulled the door causing it to slam shut behind him.

Bob saw the big door at the other end of the dark hallway. He ran for it. It grew more life-size as he approached it. He smelled his full sized freedom on the other side of it. He tasted the sweet revenge he'd get as soon as he reached his new group. Bob was laughing out loud as he reached the door. He hesitated briefly before grabbing the knob. Something inside him wanted to savor the moment.

Bob reached out and grabbed the knob. At the same time his hand landed on the cool metal, he heard an audible click. Bob twisted his wrist expecting his hand to follow, but it didn't. Bob tried again. Again, nothing. The dastardly door was locked.

Bob felt utter rage growing inside him as he pounded on the door. "Hello," he yelled. "Somebody open the damned door." He stopped pounding and listened, but heard nothing. Bob repeated his tirade on the door to no avail. Finally after ten minutes, with his anger boiling inside his eardrums, Bob headed back down the hallway to give that two bit doctor a piece of his mind. He didn't care if she was bigger than him or not. He was Bob Smith and he was fed up with the CRAP!

The tiny, but growing door to the doctor's office seemed further away than it had been a minute ago, but that didn't stop Bob. He planned on tearing Linda a new asshole. He reached the metal door to her office and threw it open. He ran into the room screaming and ran right smack into Linda's open palm.

Bob's screams of anger stopped abruptly when he hit Linda's palm. Her palm was bigger than it had been fifteen minutes ago. Bob turned around and was met by Linda's giant thumb. It pinned Bob against her palm. Bob shrieked. Linda's thumb was much bigger than it had been. Bob's mind went into overload and his mouth fell quiet.

Linda lifted Bob up to her face. He wasn't much longer than her mouth was wide. "I have bad news for you," Linda said with fake pity as she pulled Bob's clothes off him again. "Your group has already left on their mission. You missed the boat." Sue grabbed a tube of KY jelly and squeezed a trail of it on Bob's chest.

"They won't be back for two weeks," Linda said to Bob who had a look of terror in his eyes. She began to rub the KY all over Bob's body, concentrating on his face and head. "The good news is we can finish your therapy."

Linda opened her hand. Bob's struggling glistening body stuck to her palm. "Of course," she went on, "we have the claustrophobia to still conquer, not to mention that bad attitude of yours. You are now only three inches tall and at your new size, I have just the place to administer the treatment. Linda lowered Bob Smith to her own groin and slowly worked his lubricated head into her pussy.

"I didn't mean it," was all Linda heard Bob Smith say before his head disappeared from view. Linda concentrated on relaxing. It wasn't an easy task but she accomplished it anyway.

"Fuck yourself," Linda said as she pushed Bob Smith all the way in. She felt him squirm inside her. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and his struggling stopped. She let loose and felt his violent thrashing resume. Linda was in heaven. Bob Smith had at least two weeks coming to him before Linda would even think about releasing him; surely enough time to thoroughly break his will. It was two weeks Linda knew she was going to enjoy immensely.