People on the street stared at Brittany as she walked to the office from her home. Though she could more than afford a private driver, she enjoyed taking public transportation and walking as much as she could. Private initiatives from Vilecio had improved Public Transport for people of her size and she enjoyed how walking kept her fit. Plus, the stares of fear, admiration, and some lust really gave her energy for her day.

Brittany hummed to herself as she walked through the building’s lobby. Her large hand holding her XXXL travel cup. A fresh poured mocha steamed within.

“Morning, Miss Dunham.” A regular 6ft tall male security guarded greeted her.

Brittany gave a smile and wave of her hand. Her orange painted fingernails shined in the morning light, “Morning, Joe.” As she walked past Joe, she mentally compared their heights. How she not towered over him but how much more fit she was. She briefly thought how he would ever handle somebody like her if she decided to cause problems.

Her walking shoes squeaked against the lobby’s marble floor. Though she had packed her favorite red ankle-strap block heels. The mornings had grown cooler, and she still liked to be practical. She usually changed her shoes in her office.

She tapped her ID in the elevator and pressed the button for the 47th floor. However, she was surprised as the voice of V came on over the intercom.

“Apologies, Miss Dunham, but a slight detour first.” The feminine British accent attempt to assuage Brittany as the display showed floor 32, the floor where the Marketing department worked.

Brittany raised an eyebrow as the doors closed. Her heart sped up a little as she was concerned what was going on.

Seconds later, the elevator arrived at its destination and pinged. The doors slid open slowly..

“SURPRISE!”

Brittany screamed as if she saw a ghost.

A cacophony of laughter followed.

“OH MY GOD! Y’ALL NEARLY SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME!” Brittany stepped from the elevator and looked at the gathered faces before and below her.

Margot stepped forward from the crowd of, at least, 30 people. “Sorry, Britt! We just really wanted to surprise you on your birthday” The shorter woman smiled up to Brittany.

Brittany looked down with a smile, “Y’all most certainly did!”. She then bent down to hug her, over foot shorter, colleague.

“And we got doughnuts!” A higher pitch voice yelled.

Brittany turned her head to Margot’s former manager who stood 4ft tall. Though he had been demoted, his quirky personality amused those who he worked with. As such, he acted as the floor’s comic relief of sorts and was allowed to keep some height that didn’t leave him completely defenseless.

“Aw, thanks Kevin.” Brittany squatted down, but still towered over the man. Her long fingers carefully hovered over the tasty treats within.

Margot watched her gigantic colleague with interest and glee. She couldn’t help but notice Lauren and Chad’s nude bodies twisted together around Brittany’s left ring finger.

“These are adorable!” Brittany commented as she looked within the box. Her birthday fell in late-October and often overlapped with Halloween festivities; as such, the box contained doughnuts in the shapes of ghosts, bats, and pumpkins. “I think this little guy looks delicious.” Brittany’s long fingers carefully gripped a bat-shaped doughnut from the box to her lips. With one bite, over 2/3 of the doughnut was gone.

“That is so good.” Brittany rolled her eyes in pleasure as she licked leftover icing form her lips.

Kevin gulped as he watched Brittany eat the confection. Though she could care less about his presence, he couldn’t help but feel threatened as the titanic girl nearly ate the entire pastry whole.

Brittany licked the remaining icing from her fingers and smacked her lips in satisfaction.

“That was delicious, y’all. I really appreciate the surprise.” Brittany smiled down to her coworkers, “But I must be getting up to my office now. I got some stuff I gotta take care of.”

“Oh, Brit! One more thing!” Margot yelled to get Brittany’s attention.

“Yeah?” Brittany replied, curious.

“I wanted to give you this.” Margot handed Brittany a giant card, approximately the size of a large posterboard. Brittany couldn’t help but notice it was made from thick cardboard and had some weight.

Brittany smiled and read for the front of the card:

“We know we can be pains in the ass…”

She opened the card:

“So we got you these! Happy 26th from Marketing.”

Two foot tall men stared up at Brittany. They were secured to the card’s interior with Tiny-Tack. Their eyes wide in horror. Their mouths sealed shut with tiny-tack as well and naked bodies spread completely bare to the world.

“Seat cushions!” Margot chimed happily

Brittany laughed first at the joke and then at the men, but then her head cocked as she looked at their faces.

“No way are these…” Brittany stammered

“Henry and Peter.” Margot answered

“How did you? I mean, I didn’t know they were employees.” Brittany couldn’t contain herself and ran her right index finger over both their bodies.

Henry had been one of Brittany’s former professors in college. One of those young professors who thought he was hot shit. When Brittany was 20, Henry was 27. He had taught her school’s brand marketing course and, for some reason, had it out for Britt. His class was the only class she ever failed to get an A in. It almost caused her to drop out.

Peter, on the other hand, was a guy Brittany had a crush on when she first started school. Her first year and a half the two constantly had study “dates” which she later learned was him using her to help him cheat in class. It didn’t help that he found out Peter was merely using her while she was also in Henry’s class.

“Oh, they’re not, but they are here thanks to you!” Margot replied, “You see, they signed into our Customer Loyalty program. Apparently your alma-mater was no longer in need of Henry’s services and Peter couldn’t hold down a job, so they hoped we’d be their pathway to success.”

“Margot, this is amazing.” Brittany teared up at the thoughtfulness of the gift.

“Oh that’s not even the best part. You had talked about them so many times after drinking that as soon as I saw their names in the system, I knew they’d be great for you to product test. I had the gals down at the lab tweak them so that their skin is continually soft and spreads out to support your butt! It’s something we’re thinking of working with states governments on as well. Can you imagine the punishment for domestic abuse being to, literally, support the person you abused?”

Brittany beamed at Margot’s creativity and the thought of supporting a good cause.

“I love it.” Brittany spoke to Margot with tears in her eyes.

“Ohhhh, Britttt!” Margot began to cry as well and leaned in to hug her colossal colleague’s mid-rift.

After saying her goodbyes and thank you’s to Marketing, Brittany finally arrived in her office an hour later.

Brittany placed the card to the side as she kicked off her tennis shoes and peeled off her socks.

Regina, Tanner, Roger, and Lyle were already wrapped around her toes. She examined her soles and smiled with satisfaction. Ben, Hailey, and Damien were held security to her insteps. Their bodies pressed with their faces into her skin. She pulled her heels from her big and tossed them on the floor with a satisfying clap. Her feet soon slid in and were locked in place. Her black painted toes wiggled happily.

Instead of the light-hearted squeaks, her footsteps now emitted an intimidating clack against the floor. Brittany could barely contain her excitement as she picked the card back up and opened it. Henry and Peter still squirming against the glue holding them in place.

“Hey guys.” Brittany made her voice a saccharine as possible, “Long time no see huh?”

This only earned muffled screams from her two newest products.

Brittany reached into her pocket and removed a pen-like device. She opened the lid and carefully squeezed the pen. A small droplet appeared on the tip. She applied it to the spots where Henry’s skin was secured to the cardboard. Within seconds, the small man could lift his appendages and began to sit up.

“Nuh uh.” Brittany quickly reached down and wrapped her fingers around Henry so that she formed a fist which only his head poked from.

“Fun fact. She spoke to her captive. Though many people think only Vilecio’s own Tiny-Tack solvent will break the seal.” She wiggled the pen in her other hand. “Saliva can be used for small amounts.”

Henry’s eyes opened in horror as Brittany’s lips formed a small “o”. Brittany spat with accuracy that would make Robin Hood proud. Henry face was drenched in a loogie, but the little man’s muffled yells soon became audible screams which caused him to go quiet in surprise.

“It’s like I know my brand’s products or something.” Brittany threw another dagger.

Henry began to speak, but Brittany clenched her grip together and squeezed all air from Henry’s lungs.

“Shut the fuck up.” She yelled in anger.

Peeking up from between his Ex’s toes, Damien couldn’t recall ever seeing Brittany this angry. Even after she had caught him cheating on her.

Saliva slid off Henry’s face and down Brittany’s fist to the ground below. A small drop splashing between Brittany’s toes and landing perfectly on Hailey.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?” Brittany shook Henry, “I didn’t think it would come until I visited as a commencement speaker. How I’d visit your office and tower in your doorway and how you’d cower in fear. How intimidated you’d be of me, no longer able to pick on the meek blonde in your class. How I’d have you on your hands and knees apologizing. How the dean would be looking on…”

“I…I’ve always been in-“ Henry attempted to speak but struggled as Brittany’s hand continued to clench around him.

Brittany loosened her grip to allow her prisoner to talk.

Henry gasped for air and then continued, “I was always intimidated…” Henry shot back, earning a surprised look from Brittany. “That’s why I was so hard on you. You describe yourself as meek, but you didn’t see the way you were able to command the class. How your groups always performed so well under your guidance. Hell, it was jealously more than anything. I couldn’t have some 2nd year student showing up me, the Magician of Marketing. Publisher of 5 books. Featured on multiple TV shows…”

Brittany spaced and Henry continued his half-hearted, self-aggrandizing apology. 

“Shut up!” Brittany screamed. “Do you know how many sleepless nights I had? How I wondered what the hell I was doing wrong. I fucking knew I was guiding my groups to success, but yet my professor continued to find fault in everything I did. And now that you’re in danger of being a stain on my floor you talk about how you were ‘always intimidated’. Bullshit.”

“Brittany, p-l-p-lease…” Henry attempted to choke out as Brittany’s grip once again tightened.

“No. You had your years to apologize. I came to so many office hours and you blew me off. I’m tired of having to take excuses and apologies. From now on, you’re going to see what real success looks like. I mean, like, could you not even get Tenure?”

Henry’s face grew red in shame at Brittany’s last question.

“From now on, your only purpose will be being sat on. This is the most useful you’ll have been to any student you ever had. Every pound I weigh, every drop I sweat, every fart I release. You’re going to be all about it.” Brittany finished her reaming of her former professor and reached down into her purse. A different pen now held in her hand.

“Now hold steal.” Brittany placed a drop of Henry’s mouth the little man’s lips were once again fused together. “No breathing through your mouth…I think you’ll be able to guess why after lunch…”

Henry’s muffled screams grew louder as he fought.

Brittany repeated the act of releasing Peter from the Cardboard. She held him in her fist and up to her eyes and squinted.

“I would yell at you, but you’re probably too stupid to comprehend most the words I would even say.” Brittany humiliated her former crush.

With the clacking of her heels, Brittany walked to her desk and pulled her office chair back. She tossed Peter and Henry down onto the surface and watched as they bounced slightly.

“I’m going to give you two the option to do this the easy way or hard way. The easy way. You lay down on your backs and spread your little bodies out and await my royal rump OR you try to right and fight and I can tack you to the fabric and leave you there for the cleaning crew to see…”

Both men’s muffled voices and waved hands let Brittany know they chose the easy way. She stood with her arms crossed and watched as they laid down and awaited her ass.

“Good boys.”

With one final kiss and a wink she turned and lowered her butt slowly, teasing her captives. Until finally she let her legs give way and drop her into her chair. The foot-long bodies firmly gripping each cheek, she leaned back.

“Oh. That is nice.”

Henry’s last sight of day was the left check of his former student’s blue jeaned butt crashing down upon him.

Brittany pulled her chair under her desk and cross her legs and began to work.