Harvey´s excited, he´s on his way to work. A new job. He´s just finished a year of internship and he´s ready to venture into the real world. Professionally speaking. He´s still missing a lot of experience, but he´s proven to be quite qualified. Or at least skillful and full of potential.

On his internship, he did great, work on time, always punctual, happy to help. He was fantastic in every aspect. Quite a menace for the other employees, if he could be called as such. At 5’5” he´s not the type of man that would impose as soon as soon as he enters a room.

But he´s exceptionally smart. Not quite a literal genius, but he´s a quick learner. He didn´t get a job on the office where he was an intern, because they had no place for him, but he was recommended to work as the assistant of a woman; who they said was quite strict, still, if he did things right, then he´d have her as a reference. Quite a good one since she´s very respected on her business.

He doesn´t quite know who she is. He´s quite new in this. Mrs. Stalwart, a name he couldn´t put a face on, yet. She was kind enough to take him in, well, on the email she sent to him she said her last assistant was… not meeting her expectations. Long story short, he was hired within a day. It seems this was his lucky day.

Now, he´s making his way in. Chatting a little with the receptionist, quite a good-looking woman, he could have an idea of how things would be. As soon as he mentioned her name, the receptionist´s eyes opened widely. She asked him if he was really his new assistant, and when he confirmed it, she just wished him good luck, not in a very joyful way.

As he made his way up in the elevator, he wondered, how was she? Could she really be that bad?

“Relax, Harvey, they´re just trying to scare you, that´s it, have some fun with the new guy…” he told to himself.

He had no idea where her office was. The only contact he had with her was through the email she sent him. The only thing he knew was that her office was at the tenth floor, but nothing more.

As he wandered through the halls, he could tell the ceiling was pretty high. At least ten feet tall. Quite tall if you ask him, almost twice his size. Still, he felt kind of lost, so he asked someone if he knew where she was.

“Hi, I´m Harvey, I´m new here and I was wondering if you could help me find Mrs. Stalwart´s office…” he told the guy. He was 6´ tall, maybe 6´1”. At first he seemed kind of bored, not really in the mood to meet him, but when he pronounced Mrs. Stalwart´s name, his eyes widened.

“Mrs. Stalwart? Why do you need to get to her office?” he asked.

“Oh, I´m her new assistant.” Harvey replied.

“Oh my… no offense, but you don´t seem… suited for the… never mind. Her office´s at the end of the hall, it´s the last door. You won´t miss it, it´s the giant glass door.” He thanked him. But what did he meant by suited?

Of course, he thought this was just any other guy making fun of his height. But he had learned not to pay much attention to such things.

Harvey made it to the office. That guy wasn´t lying, the door was HUGE. At least five foot wide and nearly as tall as the ceiling. Was it because she was sort of the “Big” boss? Kind of the big deal around. Did she wanted big things because she wanted to establish her own superiority?

Harvey had no clue. And he didn´t care much. But he imagined that, wouldn´t it be funny if she was a woman, let´s say five feet tall or even shorter? He could picture an old short woman with a terrible mood. Like a really short temper granny. With gray hairs and bright red lipstick.

He just chuckled a little before he opened the door. It would be kind of dumb to knock on a glass door. If he would´ve been able to see through the glass, then he would´ve asked. But the sanded glass pretty much hid everything inside. He could only see the distant chape of certain objects.

“Good morning…” he said as he stepped in.

“Who is it?” came a voice, gentle, professional, but… a bit too deep.

“I´m Harvey… Smalls.” Yes, his last name didn´t help at all, in fact, he felt kind of ridiculous every time he said it out loud. “I´m your new assistant.”

The first thing he noticed when he turned towards where the voice came from was, the furniture. It was gigantic. Was that really a desk or a small house built inside the office? He approached towards it, hopping it was her desk. He couldn´t see anything behind it, he was hoping there were some sort of stairs, at least steps, behind that huge thing. The top of the desk was taller than his nose.

He still couldn´t see her, but when a huge bulge, which was her chair, turned. He was astonished. He never thought that would be her. She was HUGE! Insanely big. He knew he was short, but this woman certainly made him feel like a bug.

“Oh, so you´re my new assistant… nice to meet you.” She said as she got up from her chair.

If he was dumbfounded before, now he was staggered. She wasn´t only tall, but big all over. Her head rose, higher and higher as she stood taller. He could swear she almost hit the ceiling. But as she rose, he couldn´t help but to run his eyes over her whole body. Scanning her following his fear.

Her bosom, it was massive. By far the biggest boobs he´s ever seen, or he´ll ever see. No woman, no matter how stacked, had boobs like that. What´s the bra size for colossus tits like that?

As he saw her body, covered with a professional attire. A blazer and a white top beneath it, he realized she filled her clothes quite well. She seemed… fleshy. Curvy if you please. Five-hundredth? Six-hundredth? Seven-hundredth pounds? How heavy was she? He could feel the floor shaking as she walked around her desk, approaching him.

Her waist, he was as tall as her waist. Well, at least as tall as her belly button, or so he expected. He had never felt so short before. Now, at 25 years of age, he felt petit. This woman, who seemed mature, completely dwarfed him. How old was she again? She seemed to be in her mid-forties, however, she was pretty. Her golden hairs, so thick and stylized. Her blonde mane made her look utterly beautiful.

As soon as the desk got off the way, he could see her whole body. She was wearing a skirt and her legs were covered by mocha-colored stockings. But that wasn´t the main thing. Her body… it was… surreal.

A dream come true for the lovers of bigger things. Starting from the top, her hips were wide, really wide. No doubt why her door was so vast. She needed space to walk in. And her thighs, he could see how they touched each other. There was no space between her fleshy thighs, they were so stacked, so wide, so creamy.

Passed her knees, well, he couldn´t see the defined shape of the knee bone, but he could tell where they were. He could see the curves of her calves. Her strapping shins. Her legs were long, thick and so creamy looking. He was sure that beneath her soft look, there were some seriously big muscles, allowing that huge body of hers to move.

Now, was she fat? No, nothing like that. Although, it depends who you ask. She ain´t one of those stick-pole models that the wind can take away. But she could definitely be one of those curvy models. Her body was simply… of a burly figure. There was thickness all over her long legs, her gigantic breasts didn’t quite help to give her a slimmer look, but her waist was certainly defined.

It wasn´t thin, or wasp-like, but she didn´t have a huge gut hanging from her. It may be that she seems so thick because her limbs are larger, longer and bigger than the one´s of an averaged size person. Now, just wonder how Harvey, an under average man, would feel.

He couldn´t even speak. Her face revealed the air of a woman who was there to work and nothing else. She´d get her job done, but there´s no time there to make friends. Rather than looking like someone who´s got no friends, he can tell that anything he says will have to be followed by “ma´am”.

She extended her long arm, bent over and guided her large hand towards him. He was only making sure he was still breathing. Was she a giant? How come he never heard of the tallest living woman? That was her, for sure.

“I certainly hope you´re as good as they´ve told me…” she said.

“I… I…” he was shocked. What if she breaks his hand unintentionally? How did he end up here?

Her narrow smile vanished. She was expecting a hand shake, not a scared man. She had zero tolerance towards this kind of thing.

“Excuse me, but when I extend my hand, I DO expect you to shake it. If you can´t even do this, what can I expect about serious work? Will you be this afraid of paperwork?” she asked, a bit annoyed.

“N-no.” he declared.

“Then, what´s holding you? Come on, shake my hand…” He obeyed her.

He shook her hand, but he couldn´t help but to feel nervous. He could feel this woman´s real strength. Her grip was firm, her shake solid. No wonder she´s the boss. He can feel how serious she really is.

“Now…” she said as she stood back up. “Don´t think I´m the type of person who likes to see other people struggle while I order them around.  But, there´s some things you can tell from a person´s handshake…” she bent once more, coming uncomfortably closer, “and yours is weak.”

He swallowed.

“But, I´ll blame it on the fact that I´m sure you´ve never seen a woman my… size. But I´ll just let it slip this one time. I´ll give you a moment to take it in. I´m a nine-foot-six woman. Make sure to remember that. My weight´s none of your business and so isn´t any of my clothing size. But as you can see, everything on me is… over the average. I´m going to need you to process all that since we´ll be working together for quite a long time. Understood?”

“Y-yes ma´am!” he said, loud and clear. Trying to follow what she was saying.

“Good. Now, there´s your desk. I´ll send you all of the paperwork I´ll need you to work on…” she started explaining him which his duties will be from now on. Starting today, she expects his 100-percent, no mistakes and of course, all of the effort he can give.

She won´t tolerate things as arriving late, extended lunch´s, laziness, a poor performance. Nothing. He´ll do what she says by the time she says so and giving the best results. Of course, she won´t be as mean as not to help him out whenever he´s stocked, but that must be on the least of circumstances.

“Remember, there was someone before you and if you don´t meet my expectations, there´ll be someone after you, is that clear?” Mrs. Stalwart said.

“Yes, crystal clear…” he replied.

“Good.” Then, she returned to her desk.

Harvey couldn´t believe it, she was enormous. And he couldn´t believe either that he was now luring at her ass. It wasn´t in the lusty way, her butt was just so vast that his eyes went straight for it.

Her round, fleshy butt, swaying from one side to the other, following her hips´ motion. Juicy, tight, pawg, either word would be fitted for it. But his main concern is, this is only day one out of who knows how many.

“Aaah, home sweet home… finally…” said Harvey as he fell over his bed. He was tired, physically and mentally.

His job was on a desk, reading papers, arranging dates, pre-reading e-mails, messages. Regular stuff. But what got him physically tired was the fact that he lived two hours away from work. He was out by 5:00 pm, well a little later today, and he hopped into the subway by 6:00 pm, then, he went off by 8:00 pm and was finally home by 8:20 pm.

The same thing happened during the morning. He had to be ready at least two and a half hours earlier. Which means, he wakes up by 5:00 am. Today, he was ready by 6:00 am and he got to his new working place by 8:30 am.

Now, he needs to have something for dinner, take a shower, and get to bed by 10:00 pm, giving him seven hours of sleep. Good enough.

Now, the reason why he got a bit delayed was… Mrs. Stalwart. He got off by 5:00 pm, but she stopped him right before he left. She had a little chat with him. It wasn´t something bad. She said that she was satisfied with today´s performance. Barely.

“I thought you were some sort of… prodigy. To me, you seem to be just good enough, now, I hope this is just you getting used to your new job conditions…” her tone was harsh, and her cheering height didn´t help at all.

She was so tall, so impressive, so imposing, looming high above him. And when she bent down to tell him that, a serious shadow fell on her face, augmenting the severeness of her words. She wasn´t mean, but she was very assertive. To the point that, without even trying, she was scarry.

And her body didn´t help, at all. His performance wasn´t the best because, well… she was huge. Every time he turned at her, even for a second, he couldn´t help but to freeze for a moment. Mrs. Stalwart was enormous.

Harvey couldn´t avoid overthinking on her. Her shape, her size. He found himself wondering how big she was. How wide were her hips? Which bra size she used? Is his waist as thick as any of her limbs? He had some intimate thoughts that distracted him from his job. He wasn´t trying to, he didn´t even had to think, those ideas came to him alone.

A picture, a flash of her naked ass appeared in his mind. Then, one of her bare tits, her giant, magnificent breasts, naked, with her erect nipples at full display. But those were just fake visions that came to his mind. He just met that woman today, there´s no way he´s able to know how she looks while naked.

Besides, he didn´t like those thoughts. Why was he having them? Like, at all? He wasn´t that type of guy, not the kind of man who acts all macho and walks into a woman just to get laid. No, he was shy, kind and respectful. But his new boss.

Even if he didn´t wanted, she was just so out of this reality. Her size on it´s own was enough to have him wondering how? She was a giant among mortals. And the fact that her body was so curvaceous, so stacked, it didn´t helped one bit. But he had to learn to settle his mind, this was just his first day, and tomorrow. It will be a brand-new day.

“I have to learn how to ignore her… the thing is, how can anyone ignore a woman who´s four foot taller than you?” he was in a dilemma. Hopefully, he can get used to her size, but in reality, it will be a looooooong way.

Without any difficulty at all, he fell asleep. He was really tired, he didn´t have dinner, not even changed. He fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

On his way to work, while sitting on the sub, he was trying to reassure himself.

“Ok Harvey, just chill, be cool and try not to get distracted by her…” this small speech continued.

He got off and as he walked, he kept thinking, “Don´t let her distract you…”

As he entered the building, “Don´t let her distract you…”

As he hopped into the elevator, “Don´t let her distract you…”

And, while he was opening the door, “Don´t let her…” But he got immediately distracted.

When the door was fully opened, he saw her, but not her face. Mrs. Stalwart was bending over, with her immense butt pointing straight at the door, at him. He got the perfect picture of his boss´s huge ass. The roundness of her immense, firm, fleshy gluts. So firm, so stacked, so… high. Her ass was right in front of him. Just five feet away.

“Hmmm… Oh, Harvey, you´re here… and a little early. I like that.” He got there fifteen minutes earlier, something she appreciated, however, she didn´t realized he was dumbfounded because of the enormous butt of hers.

He was wondering if this was some kind of test. Will she fire him depending on his reaction? However, she didn´t seem to notice she had just given him a big look at her huge ass.

“I… I… g-good morning.” That was the only thing he managed to say, and smile. He knew he should always smile.

“Good morning.” She replied. Why was she bending? Did she pick something from the floor?

Her head loomed high, so very high above him. Once more, he was leveled with her waist. With a front row view of how her wide hips swayed as she walked. Today, she was wearing some really professional, tight fitting, elegant pants. They made her ass look amazing.

Harvey was perplexed, he could feel the floor trembling while she walked. She was just… colossal. Her long strides sent waves through all of the room. Not the type that will make you fall, still, he could tell she was a heavy lady, but when you´re over nine-feet tall and as stacked as her, that´s just logical.

“Do you want any coffee, dear?” she asked.

“Dear? ME?” he thought as she turned back once more. He rapidly turned to the side, shouldn´t he be saying yes by now? Or no? Was it politer when he accepted her offer or when he didn’t? In one side, he´ll be saving her the trouble of serving him some; but, if he says yes, then he´ll accept her offer, if she was having a friendly gesture, then it will be polite so accept.

“So? Harvey, I don´t have all morning. One will think this is a simple yes or no question. Tell me, DO YOU WANT COFFEE?” she asked again, rising her tone a little, now in a less friendly way. Clearly establishing who´s the boss.

“Sorry… I… I think I´ll… pass.” He resumed on saving her the trouble.

“Very well. More for me.” She walked into a counter behind her desk, there was standing a coffee machine. A really big one. The carafe on that thing must be three times the one of a normal machine. And what caught his attention the most was that she took no mug for her.

She grabbed the carafe out of the machine, and without even blinking, she took the whole thing to her lips. He could listen to her heavy swallows and she gulped down the coffee. In her hands, it seemed smaller, not like a regular mug, still it didn´t seem as big as it should. That thing must hold around a gallon and a half of coffee, right to the brim. But for Mrs. Stalwart, it was no problem.

“Aaaahhh, tasty. Although, I could use a bit more sugar for the next time.” She said to herself as she went into her desk, with the half-empty carafe on her hand. She was going to finish it throughout the day.

Harvey was amazed, she was… big. Yes, that´s a fact, she´s like twice his size, speaking of height. But he never considered how much she could drink. How much can she eat? What´s more, how much can she lift? She must be really strong. The boss was just superior to him in every imaginable way, and he hadn´t think of that up until now.

But he didn´t had that idea for too long, once she sat on her chair, her heavy tits began to bounce. As she landed, the full motion of her heavy weight over the chair caused her mega breasts to bounce. Up and down, up and down. And it wasn´t a slightly movement, he could really see the motion there. A movement big enough to pop a button, to pull her breasts out of her bra. But it didn´t.

Apparently, her clothes seemed to be made of a thick-strong material, designed for a woman of her… proportions.

“So? Are you waiting for anything else? It´s almost 9:00 am now, I think you should log into your computer, or what? Did you come here early just to ogle at me?” she spoke, looking down at him from her big desk.

“N-no, no ma´am.” He said, shy, embarrassed.

“Ok then, get to work. Remember you´re still to impress me, I don´t see the clock-working machine they told me you were. Don´t you tell me you´re gonna turn into a lazy man just now.” She scolded.

“I… I´m not, I´ll get to work.” He smiled and went straight to his desk. He couldn´t deny it, she was THE authority.

Harvey was giving it his all, but it was hard. He got constantly distracted by his new boss´s dimensions. She was gigantic. The biggest human being he´ll see in his life, for sure. And he didn´t meant she was fat, or anything, but she was just so huge all over.

But he couldn´t let that ruin his chances to impress her. He was there to work, to show how good of an employee he was, to prove he was worth her respect. To be threated as an equal, professionally speaking.

“I´ll show her, yes I will, you´re going to be impressed.” He thought. He smiled a little to himself, wondering if he did well, how would he get rewarded.

“Maybe she´ll carry me over her shoulder and praise… shit, no!” once again, he was comparing himself with the giantess. Her broad shoulders, the flesh beneath them. Wondering how easily she´ll be able to pick him up, how strong were the substantial muscles underneath the sleeves of her shirt. But he had to stop.

So, what if his new employer was tall? What if that intimidated him a little? He couldn´t feel that way. He should stand tall, proud. Prove the kind of worker he is. Impress her. He should focus on that, and not that much on… her.

“Gosh, things will be much easier if she wasn´t so huge… and sexy. Shit! There´s that thought again.” He hated it when he pictured Mrs. Stalwarts huge breasts. But he couldn´t help it. That huge bosom of hers must weight as much as he does, if not more.

She had a sexy feminine shape, with a thin waist. But he was sure that her arms were much thicker than his legs. He had a hard time feeling confident among a woman that dwarfs him in every possible way. But he had to, he needed to show her.

With time, he´s sure he´ll impress her. With time, he´ll grow on her. He´s sure. Or at least, he´ll be able to get used to her size. But this could be hard. However, there´s no challenge that can stop him.

“Ok, Harvey, you can do this. Just ignore her. It´s just you and the monitor right now. Just you and the computer…” he was motivating himself now. Trying to isolate himself, mentally, from her. Setting his thoughts away from her large and sexy body. She was a mature woman, but she had such a hot bod. That won´t be easy.

By lunch time, Harvey managed to get some work done. In fact, he really got some things done. He was able to finish revisiting all of the paperwork Mrs. Stalwart had assigned him. He was supposed to check on some documents, simple stuff really. The problem was that it was a lot of stuff there.

Dozens of files, and on each file, there were several pages. The main thing, just a few surveys and other stuff that had been gathered in the past week. It all contained a resume of the real paperwork. However, that “resume”, which still required a lot of time to check, it was all done by several other employees.

To Harvey, well, it was a lot. Still, he managed to check, and even double check, the results, make an even better abstract of it, quote some of the most important opinions left there and write down all of the results. Attach some graphs there and even make an index of the whole thing.

It was not an easy task. Going through all of that information in four hours, it was more like a challenge. One he took in order to impress his boss. But the one getting impressed, not to say amazed, was him.

He required all of his attention to complete this task, but it was not easy to concentrate with Mrs. Stalwart in the same room. With her size, she was like a huge billboard, in 3D, pulling his eyes to her.

He wasn´t sure if she noticed but, from time to time, as she typed, she made some smooth sounds. Things like “Mhmm”, “Ok…”, Hmmm”, “Oh…” and so on. The “smooth” part was because she was so big that, to her, it was low. But to him, it was like a deep sound coming from above.

Her voice did nothing but to catch him by surprise. And when it did, he could do nothing but to turn at her. His first impression was that she was talking to him, if not him who else? But she may as well be talking on the phone, so that´s also a possibility.

The first thing that came to his mind whenever she made a sound, trouble. He thought that he was in trouble. Maybe that she´ll rush him, ask him to work faster, harder. But that wasn´t the case, in fact, she didn´t even turned at him, not once. It was like working on the office next to that one person who´s always wearing headphones and not listening to what happens around.

With distractions and everything, he made a ten-page resume of at least one-hundred-fifty pages, all divided in six documents. Each document, which went as far as twenty pages, was now a section on his perfectly summarized document. He wouldn´t brag about it, but it was quite good, in fact, quite a masterpiece. And everything done within a few minutes from his lunch.

He saved everything and send it to Mrs. Stalwart by email. Made sure to attach all of the important information and then send it all. He took a deep breath, smiled a little and then, turned off his monitor and got up.

“Where are you going?” Came Mrs. Stalwarts voice, which made him froze right on his feet.

He turned at her, she wasn´t even looking, she was busy on her own computer. Typing while focusing her gaze on her monitor. However, she was able to see Harvey getting up from his desk. Peripheral vision? Eagle eyes? Some super human abilities that allowed her to perceive when something was out of place? Ok, that could be too much. Still, she sensed him.

For a woman like her, catching one of her employees, especially her own assistant, on the move, it was an easy task. An ability she had acquired through the years, and to Harvey´s misfortune, she had already mastered it.

“I…” He was nervous, looking at the giantess as she hit each of the keys on her board strongly. Was that specially designed for a woman her size? A woman that big would´ve already shattered a regular keyboard, right?

“You still have some work to do, right?” she said, still focusing her main attention on her own paperwork.

“W-well I… I have f-finished my… my work. T-the… w-what you assigned me to do, it´s… it´s done…” he managed to say.

“You should work on your stuttering, I don´t quite like it when people can´t say things fast. I feel like I´m wasting my time, you know. So, in the near future, I´d appreciate it if you think before you speak. And make sure to do so fast, ok? Now, I´m not saying this is an order, only because they´ve told me I can be quite strict with my assistants, but I´ll be clear, if you´re shy, that means you´re weak, and to me, weak people are slow on their jobs.” That was just mean.

But Harvey was just so intimidated now that, even if he was the kind of guy who files a complaint for that, he wouldn´t. He´d be simply terrified to consider that as an option. Besides, he´s not a stutter, he´s just… afraid of her. She´s enormous.

“Now, tell me, why are you getting up? And why do you believe you finished the job I assigned you for today?” she said, now turning at him. The face of this nine-foot giantess was looking down at him as if she was standing high above him in the high chair of a judge, about to sentence him.

“I… I was… the thing is that I finished the work you assigned me… not all but, it´s… lunch time?” he tried to deliver the message faster this time, and not repeat himself.

“Lunch time?” she said as she turned at the clock on her computer. “Oh, it´s that time already? Hmmm… ok.” And just like that, she shrugged, as if saying “Oh well…”

Harvey stood there for a moment, does that mean she´s fine about it? But then she spoke, confirming his worries, she was not ok.

“According to my clock, which is never, ever, wrong. Your lunch time´s in FIVE minutes. Why are you leaving earlier?” She asked, turning at him with some eyes that could make him tremble.

Harvey swallowed, but maintained his composure. She didn´t wanted any weak links, so he steeled himself and talked back, shyly but responding.

“I, well, I figured that… s-since I finished checking these files, and sent the report already… and since there´s not enough time for me to do anything else… well…”

“Of course there´s time. Sir, I didn´t hire you to take your lunch when you think there´s no time. You´re supposed to work and only make a pause whenever it is the exact time for your lunch. Otherwise, you should continue with your duties. Am I clear?” He felt nagged.

“I…”

“And let me tell you something else, don´t you think that you´ll have those extra five minutes. I want you here in ONE hour. You went off five minutes before, and you´ll be back five minutes earlier. And I don´t want this to be repeated. Understood?” she rose an eyebrow at him, making it clear she wasn´t kidding.

But for real, five minutes? It was just five minutes. However, Harvey was too scared not to say anything against what the nine-foot-tall pissed boss of his said.

And something else, that nagging took away all of the five minutes he went out “earlier”, now, he had less time to have his lunch.

While he was at his lunch, feeling that the time was running faster. He kind of felt anxious by that talk with his boss. What if he got back there later? What if he got stuck on the elevator and ended up being late? Will she kick him out for that?

Nonetheless, he was thinking, on her. He knew practically nothing, other than the fact that she was a very strict giantess. But, was she married? Divorced? Single? Which led to the main question, does she have friends? In reality, he meant if she was lonely in life.

He was… kind of lonely. Not really lonely, but at least lonely in town. In order to get a good job, he left his hometown, his friends, his family, and went straight to this place, miles away from the closest friend he had. And that´s not it, he had to go even further to get this job as an assistant.

He was making an effort, a big one. He didn´t want Mrs. Stalwart to clap, or carry him in arms -something she could obviously do- but he´d prefer to receive a compliment other than being scolded.

But maybe that was because she was kind of… lone. She was the BIG fish around. Everyone answered to her, everyone knew who she was and respected her. Or at least feared her.

He went back to her office, making sure to be on time. He didn´t want things to get to a new level. He could picture her, standing high above him, looming over four feet above. Mad, waving her finger at him while her other hand rested on her hips. Huge, intimidating, imposing.

He shivered. That was a scene he would never want to live.

Harvey entered the office. And there she was, still sitting on her desk. He wondered; did she eat? She seemed to be in the exact same spot she was when he left.

Was she one of those women who were married to their jobs? No time for a relationship, for friends, family? But then something else came to his mind, why was he thinking about it? That was none of his business. He could even listen to her voice inside her mind saying: “That is none of your business, now get back to work.”

He followed her imaginary voice and took a sit on his desk. He was there two minutes earlier than the time she said he was supposed to be. She almost made him lose his appetite, but he managed.

Harvey needs to think straight now. He was there to do his job, yes. But that didn´t implied he needed to kiss her ass. He was not there to make her happy, just to do his job. He needed to keep her satisfied, but he should try too hard to please her.

He´ll stablish some boundaries. Some rules. He was an employee, yes, but he was also a person. He had feelings. He wasn´t just any machine you can turn on whenever you need it.

“I read the resume you sent me. I must say, it looks quite good. Everything´s there, and you even accommodated the whole information in a good way.” She spoke, but, was that a compliment?

“I… really?” did he did it right? Or was she just saying this because she thought she had been mean before and wanted to make up for that. But that was not the case, at least not for a woman like her.

“Yes… however, I was expecting more from you. Maybe a five-page resume. To deliver the information in shorter, more concise paragraphs. But this is fine. Although, in the future, you can leave the index out. I really don´t need it, I never use it anyways…” she just gave him wings only to cut them off right when he was feeling better.

Apparently, doing good was not enough. He´ll have to give it his best. His very best. His all, everything. No matter how, or when, he´s going to prove her he´s capable of doing it. This wasn´t to make her feel proud of him, or get any sort of approval from her, this was just to show her he was as good as they said.

“Ok, I´ll note it. The next report I send you will be… according to your expectations.” He said self-ensured. Meanwhile, she didn´t even turned at him.

“Well, just make sure to deliver everything in time and according to the format I sent you.” She really didn´t cared for him. She just wanted her files delivered and work done.

Harvey was not vital to her, but she needed him to do the work she could dispose of. Then, she´ll do the real thing here.

Harvey was working, like a machine, trying to get everything in time, organized, and with the same format. He even tried to work on several things at a time. But the thing is, he put so much effort on the details that he forgot one thing, to manage his time.

“Ok, Harvey, half an hour more to go, is the report ready?” Mrs. Stalwart asked from her desk.

“R-ready?” he asked, immediately recalling she hated when someone stuttered.

“Yes,” she started with a harsh tone, “is the report ready? I told you I needed it by the end of the day.” He swallowed.

It wasn´t ready. Not even close to be ready. He had put so much effort on making sure every single thing was correct that he lost track of time.

He was really the one to blame. He chose to seek perfection even in things that could´ve been done faster. By now, he may have wasted around an hour. Which completely messed his whole schedule. The final product he wanted to send had to be perfect, nothing less, however, perfection takes time.

Mrs. Stalwart really didn´t like it when she made a question and the person he asked took long to answer. So, very displeased, she repeated herself.

“The report, is it DONE?” Having your boss looking at you in a stern way is uncomfortable, now try to imagine the deep fear he had towards the giantess. Who would want a nine-foot-tall woman to be mad against you? Not something pleasant.

“It… is, still on the works.” He said, knowing for sure he needed quite more time, maybe an extra hour, at least.

She sighed, “how much?” she asked.

“How much?” he asked.

“YES. How much more time do you need, right now, you have a exactly seventeen minutes. How long do you need to finish it.” She spoke.

His knees were trembling beneath his desk. But he needed to be confident, or at least composed. So, he gave a straight answer, now without stuttering. “An hour and a half!” he almost yelled at the giantess.

Was he too loud? Oh, had he been too loud now? He could tell by the look on her face that he may. He could see another lecture from her.

“Fine.” She declared, without nagging at him.

“Fine?” had he heard her words correctly, did she said fine? “I thought the report was due… today.” He said.

“Oh, it is. I want it done by today so that I can read it tomorrow.” She replied as she made some more clicks on her computer.

Things seemed strangely easy for him. But there was something off. Maybe, he thought that just maybe, she would allow him to send what he did today and finish the rest tomorrow. But her next words just brush those ideas away.

“You can work some extra hours today. I want it send to me before tomorrow at 8:00 am. I don´t care if you work up to late hours, or if you have to sleep here. I want it first hour in the morning. Now, get to work.” She was mean. And apparently, she didn´t care for him.

At least he had more time. He went back to work as he wondered why was she like that? He was fine working the whole day and night; not really, but at least he didn´t have a family waiting for him at home. It was just him, alone in his apartment. No one waiting, but how where things for those who did?

He didn´t want to lose time thinking on that. For today, it was fine. He could work all night if needed. But it won´t be the case, just an extra hour, two tops. No more.

Within a second, 5:00 pm arrived. Mrs. Stalwart shut her computer and leaved.

“Remember, you told me you´ll deliver the best report I´ve seen. I hope that report´s on my mail tomorrow morning…” and she left.

She was a bitch, a HUGE one. But she was so hot! A woman with her height and proportions was no longer a woman but a monument! He couldn´t really help but to turn at the amazon as she left. Her ass was majestic.

Her huge, round, heavy cheeks nearly trembled as her wide hips swayed from one side to the other. Teasing him, proving how powerful she really was, disregarding her position as his boss. She was simply big, hefty, sexy, and mean.

One would say she´s the perfect dominatrix. But picturing her with a leather tongue and bra, holding a whip. That was not in his train of thought, at least not what he liked. If she was nicer, then he may feel a little more for her. At least appreciation.

But as her long, thick legs made their way out, he was certain, she´s too mean to deserve that type of attention.

After a while, more than the hour and a half he said it will take. He was finished. He finished exactly by 7:45 pm. He took some more time to make sure everything was correct. “Perfect” as he promised.

And finally, by 8:00 pm, sharp, he left the building. He was tired. He took three extra hours to finish the whole thing.

“I should not promise perfection no more. I´m good at my job, I don´t need to push myself that hard. Gosh, I think I have a headache…” he stood too much time in front of his computer, completely focused on his work. He really needed a break.

Now, for as tired as he felt, there was still a long way home. A two-hour journey.

The closest subway left with him by 9:00. And after the long trip, he was home by 11:15. He felt like falling on the main entrance of his apartment and have some sleep there. But he was starving.

He at whatever and went to bed by 12:00. He was so fixated into the report he sent that he couldn´t really stop thinking about it. Was it ok? Sure, it was. But, did it met the perfection he promised to deliver? Will Mrs. Stalwart like it? Those thoughts ran over and over again inside his head.

He didn´t got into sleep until 2:00 am. And before he knew it, his alarm rang, at 5:00 am. Three hours of sleep, he got that much. But he´ll be fine, he´s young. This is the type of things he´s supposed to take.

He was just so tired, he constantly yawned on his way to work. His shirt was a mess, there were bags under his eyes. Even if he got some sleep, he didn´t quite rested. Did he have a nightmare? Why can he recall an image of an even bigger Mrs. Stalwart throwing him straight to the trash can?

However, he got to his desk five minutes before nine. Like a zombie. But he could work.

“Good morning, Harvey.” Came Mrs. Stalwarts greeting words.

“Morning…” he replied, trying too hard not to fall asleep. “Excuse me… may I have some coffee?” he asked, he needed caffeine. He had a cup already, but it may not be enough.

“Hmmm?” Came her voice as she turned and rose an eyebrow at him. He seemed… tired. “Sure, serve yourself.” She said as she turned, grabbed the carafe and hand it to him.

He could tell, by the sheering size of it, that there was no way he could hold that thing, he was too weak now to carry something that big.

“If you don´t mind… can you, uhm, pour it for me… please?” he smiled up to her.

She was not the type of woman who´ll serve others, and he must really know that. But now that she thinks about it, he may be too weak to lift it. “Ok.” She replied, her tone was kind of arrogant. “Where?” she asked.

“Where… uhm…” he had no mug, or glass. He didn´t even brought lunch. But he had only two minutes or so before his shift started. No chance he can go get something to pour it on from the cafeteria. “Do you… have a mug I can borrow? Please…” he shrugged; he knew this was asking too much. She didn’t seem as the type of lady who´ll be happy to do so.

“Ugh, sure. Why not…” she said, not too welcoming, but it was better than nothing.

She turned to her back, rotating her enormous chair, turned back with a mug in hand and pour some coffee for him. Then, she extended her long, thick arm towards him and hand him the mug.

That thing was HUGE! In her hands, it was average, but in his, it was like a soap bowl. She was kind, or at least logical enough not to fill the cup. Half of her mug will do for him.

“Thank you.” He said as he grabbed the mug.

“You´re welcome. Now, is there anything else I can get you? I don’t know, a massage, to rock you in my arms, or maybe, would you like me to sing you a lullaby while you drink your coffee? Hmm?” her tone was sarcastic. She didn´t have to be so mean.

“Sorry, there´s no need… ma´am.” He turned down with coffee in hands. Although, he wouldn´t mind if she did rock him, he was sure her enormous, soft, fleshy body will be better than a premium king size bed. But it was just his sleepiness talking.

“Of course, there´s no need! Now get to work, it´s nine already.” Was there a soft side on this woman? She was kind enough to give him a cup of coffee, but she didn’t have to make fun of him, or his intelligence.

The coffee Mrs. Stalwart had was super strong. A very concentrated expresso. But he didn´t dare ask for cream or sugar. He just sipped it in. And it worked, for a while. After a while, the effects of the caffeine went off. Now it was just him against the extreme tiredness he felt.

His first half of the shift was really hard. He could barely stay awake. If he got distracted, even for a second, his eyes immediately started closing.

But he succeeded. He was able to complete his duties, not at his one-hundredth-percent, but fifty-percent of him was enough.

“Ok, it´s lunchtime, I´ll go get something.” She said as she stood up.

As she rose from her chair, and rose, and rose. Her immense bosom bounced. And as she walked, her tits trembled, as the floor beneath her did too. Today, she was wearing a skirt, displaying her sexy, sturdy legs.

So much flesh, muscle, fat, larger bones. She was a walking statue. A Greek goddess amongst mortals. And so curvy. She had a perfectly healthy thick shape. Wide hips, an ample butt, a slim waist, proportionally, and mammoth boobs.

“Ok…” Harvey replied, and as she left, so did he. But he was not going anywhere. He just leaned at the back of his chair. Ready to stand up, but as soon as his head reached the backrest. He was gone.

His eyes closed and within a second, he was sleeping. Snoring even.

Everyone could hear the amazon of Mrs. Stalwart as she made her way back to the office. She was hard to miss, and to EVERYONE on the office, she was imposing. A true authority, whether you worked for her or not.

Even outside the office, she caught everyone´s eye. At 9´6”, she was staggering, shocking, lofty. A huge body, wealthy, and with a stern look that could intimidate anyone, if there was still someone to intimidate there. She knew it, she was in charge. And no one could deny it.

She never took more than thirty minutes to have her lunch. For as much as she could eat, she always got back to her office by 1:30, allowing her to get back to work earlier. However, she wasn´t coming back to an empty office. Harvey was still there.

“Hmm?” she noticed the sleeping man on his desk. He was resting over the desk, relying his head in his crossed arms. He was comfortable enough, for someone who had a three-hour sleep, this was marvelous.

“He´s sleeping?” she walked closer to him and bent, his eyes were closed and his breathing was easy. He was sleeping.

“Well,” she continued, “he still has thirty more minutes before his lunch time´s over. However, we need to talk about sleeping on the office. There´s a room specifically meant for that…” she went straight to her desk and took a sit.

But she couldn´t take the idea of Harvey sleeping out of her mind. She turned back at him from her desk. And there he was, The 5´5” man completely asleep. Why? No idea. But there he was.

Mrs. Stalwart turned on her computer and decided to check some files. But then, Harvey snored, not too loud, but loud enough for her to listen and turn at him. And when she turned, she could see how he moved and rubbed his nose in his sleeve. As if he was scratching it.

Mrs. Stalwart blinked. But then, she smiled. She leaned forward, put one arm over her desk, placing the elbow over the desk. Then, she rested her chin on her hand and said: “Well, you´re just a little snorer, aren’t you, cutie?” her expression, for once, was tender.

She decided to watch him sleep just for a minute. To her, Harvey was small. For sure she noticed he was the smallest man at the office. And for a woman her height, he was a cute size.

She would never tell, but he was sleeping, he won´t notice if she calls him cute, or little. She´s hard on him, but that´s just the way she is. However, she´s got a secret.

“You won´t get out of this just because you´re cute,” she cooed, “by 2:00, you must be awake. Or else… aww, maybe five more minutes…” she had a soft side.

Time flew, even the extra five minutes Mrs. Stalwart gave him. Still, Harvey was deeply asleep.

“Well… time´s up.” Mrs. Stalwart declared as she checked on the time, then she got up from her chair.

Her statuesque 9´6” form rose from the big chair, and stood until nearly touching the ceiling, well that´s how it will seem for a regular 6´ person.

She had a cocky smile on her face as she looked down at his sleeping assistant.

“The sleeping cutie? That sounds about right…” she thought as she walked past her desk.

Her long legs gave slow, careful steps. She didn´t want to wake him up now. She needed to have some fun first. Watching him tremble as she wakes the shit out of him, that sounds fun.

Her long, gentle strides made its way in no time. Her thick thighs rubbing against each other as she walked. Her wide hips swaying to the sides. Even at that slow pace, her breasts had no other choice but to bounce, if not too much, at least they moved up and down over her tight top.

Her line of cleavage swaying as her boobs moved slightly to the right and then to the left.

She stood in front of the desk for a moment, wondering what to say.

“Hmmm, should I yell? Should I be kind and wake him up gently? Nah, let´s scare him a little…” se thought as she bent over.

*SLAM*

Harvey immediately woke up when he heard a hard slam, right on his desk. Had something fallen on it? Had something exploded?

He woke up soberly as his heart race. He had no idea what was going on. The reason for such a loud noise. But when he noticed someone was looking down at him, he swallowed.

Mrs. Stalwart casted a large shadow over him as she was now standing, both hands on her hips, showing her disapproval and discomfort. Of course, she was the one who slammed her hand on his desk, making the whole thing quake.

“Excuse me, but what do you think you´re doing?” she asked with a severe tone.

“I… I was…” He was trembling, exactly what she wanted. But she can´t show any contempt now.

“You were sleeping, on the job. Past your lunchtime, that´s it. But let me ask you,” she bent down, trying to look at him face to face, but she was still way taller than him, even while bending. “Why were you sleeping? Are you a lazy boy, Harvey? Do you find this job too boring? If you want I can fire you, then you won´t be bored to sleep here…” she declared, ironically as he looked at her in fear.

She was well known for being strict. And no strict woman tolerates a man that sleeps on the job. He could already feel himself standing up while she kicks his sorry ass out of the room, firing him.

But she´s not as mean as she looks. Even if it doesn´t show, she´s having fun. At his expenses, but still fun.

“Just look at him, he´s trembling. I knew it. Poor little thing, he must have a hard time sleeping last night. And what am I doing? Messing his sleep. Oh well, but that´s my job as the boss.” She thought.

To Mrs. Stalwart, everyone was small. She hadn´t quite seen much man surpass her shoulder level. Normally, everyone will make it as far as boob level. And that´s tall men. But Harvey was not tall.

He was hip level with her. Leveled with her thick, toned hips. Capable of looking straight at her monstrous huge, firm butt. So round, so big, it will seem that it´s trying to swallow him if he walks behind her.

But the main thing is, he pulls a side of her, one she wanted to bury. Mrs. Stalwart had always been big. And now she´s HUGE. To her, everyone´s short, tiny, weak even.

Although she´s stern now, the thing is, she hasn´t always been this way. She used to be kind, sweet, a gentle giant. But people just prove that she´s a freak. Calling her names, avoiding her, insulting her. She grew tired of that.

She found out that people acted that way because she was different, but she wasn´t weak. She knew that people feared her. A woman her size was not shy, or weak, she was big. Imposing, intimidating.

It was easy for her to be an intimidating person that proving people she was kind. It made things easier. She can´t earn people´s friendship, but their fear, their respect; as soon as she enters the room, everyone stops what they´re doing and just turn at her.

And what should they see? A giant woman who feels vulnerable? Embarrassed? Ashamed of being an amazon? No, what she wants them to see is a tall proud goddess who, if they don´t stop staring, will crush them.

She didn´t wanted to be this way. She wanted to be kind, friendly. But she knows that if she´s that way, then people will take advantage of her, and stab her in the back while she´s not looking. Even her old friends used to talk behind her back; saying she´s enormous, that she´s too big to be human, or simply wondering if one day she will isolate herself, get away from the city and live her days in some lonely mountains. Like a yeti, or a sasquatch.

She knew it, things would be easier if she had no friends. No one had proven to be a real friend so far. But she didn´t want to end up lonely, she was still trying to find out who she was, what was her purpose.

Could she be a strong woman? Fight crime? Reach for high stuff? Maybe become an athlete, basketball, volleyball, anything implying tall, strong women. But that´s not what she wanted.

She worked hard to get to where she was now. But that´s just taking care of her economical well-being. Put food on the table, a tall roof over her head, pay the bills, and for all of her hand-made clothing. But what about the emotional part?

She wondered if there was anyone out there struggling like she was. A male giant who she could meet. Fall in love with. Live a life. But there wasn´t.

She settled down for average people, or shorties as she calls them. But what could be her role? The giant wife? An amazon girlfriend? She wanted love, but what can she give back?

One day, it just hit her.

She was at the store, when someone asked her to reach for something, maybe for the thousandth time. She didn´t care by now, but instead of just handing whatever it was and smile, she thought of saying something.

“There you go, sweetheart.” Kind words coming from a giant woman. She was already on her forties when she did so.

The guy blushed, felt kind of awkward. It was embarrassing enough just to ask this giant woman. But calling him in such way, he didn’t know what to say. He barely found the words to thank her, well, mumbled those words.

Just saying those simple words, projecting a kind image. She knew it, as the guy had it hard to speak, she knew what she could do.

If someday she wanted to do something for herself, in order to feel good, then she must be kind. But not any type of kind. A kind, semi-maternal woman.

She was already by far the biggest. She was a middle-aged woman now, even if she doesn´t seem that way. And everyone feared her, which means, everyone will do what she says, when she says so.

She liked it, she could be kind, gentle, and when times need it, she can be assertive and bossy. Sweet, but at the same time an authority. Loved but still respected.

She wouldn´t be this way to everyone. She will keep her hard, boss facade. Until the right man shows up.

Now, as Harvey turns up to her, scared as hell. She wonders, is he the right man she´s been looking for?

He´s short, cute, already his direct subordinate. He´s afraid of her. But everyone is, she needs something else, a plus. If he proves he earns her love, then she will give it to him. Not before.

For now, she´ll have her share with him.

“I…” he had been trembling for a while, and the only thing he had said was “I”.

Mrs. Stalwart took a deep breath, inflating her chest and ballooning her boobs. She let it out and said: “What did I say about stuttering? Hmmm? You are wasting my time here. Now, tell me why were you sleeping, or I´ll send you home right now and mark you as absent for the day.” She declared, bossy-like.

He was still tired, but at least this nap helped him a little.

He was so nervous. He had to settle down before shaky words came out of him again. But having a huge woman like Mrs. Stalwart in front of him. A tall, powerful woman who could fire him if she wanted. He felt weak, tiny. He knows he messed up. But he was just so tired.

Perhaps, telling the truth could get him out of this. He had no excuse, but at least he could be honest.

“Sorry, I didn´t have much sleep last night. I got out of here late and ended up taking the sub too late. I had to wait, plus I have to make a two-hour drive… in the end, I had like two or three hours of sleep last night…” he explained.

“Poor thing…” she thought, but she can´t be soft on him.

“Well, you know that´s not a good enough excuse, right? I mean, there´s people here who don´t sleep for TWO days. At least you had some sleep time. I assume you ended up falling asleep on your desk because you couldn´t take it, right?” he nodded.

She was right, people had it harder than him. He needed to prove he was good, at least good enough.

“I´m sorry. But I´ll cover the time with some extra hours! Do you… think that will work, ma´am?” he asked her, looking for her approval.

“Ma´am? Huh?” she repeated the words on her head, it´s true that it applies for married, elder women, but she liked it. He was respectful. She could be nice, just this once.

“It´s fine,” she said not really showing she cared. “We wouldn’t want this to be repeated. I assume you do need your sleep. BUT, I don´t want this to be repeated, or there will be consequences. Understood?” she was serious.

Not really, but she appeared to be.

She continued, as she walked back to her desk. This woman was a muse, a giant, fleshy, curvy muse. The way her skirt wrapped the meat on her ass and thighs, simply wonderful. Perhaps, each of her gluts weighted as much as Harvey, but they bounced as if they were lighter.

He couldn´t ignore the fact that she was hot. But she was his boss, plus, she will definitely get mad.

Harvey wasn´t sure how he made it out alive from this. He could picture her slapping him until she washed his sleep away. But she seemed rather… kind. However, he wouldn´t want her to see him ogling at her. Else, she may do what she said before.

Mrs. Stalwart liked it. Being kind, for once in a long time. It felt nice. Specially since he was so scared of her. Of course, she knew he was checking her out as she turned. No one could help it. And Harvey was no exception.

But this feeling, the feeling of doing good, of helping. She had forgotten how it was.

She just sat on her desk and watched him getting busy. Not really staring, because that will be awkward. She just peered at him with the corner of her eye. She was thoughtful.

“I wonder… if he falls asleep again… should I tickle him until he wakes up? Maybe I should pick him up and say: “Wakey, wakey…”” she liked this feeling, of being playful. But it was not professional from her.

However, if he doesn´t file a complaint… no one will know.

During the next hour, Harvey worked hard, trying to deliver the most work he could. He wanted to show Mrs. Stalwart that he was capable of much more than he seemed. And he wanted to compensate the fact that he fell asleep.

Was he that tired?

Even while he tried his best to become a working machine, he couldn´t quite ignore the giant woman sitting on her desk. A couple feet away from his.

Mrs. Stalwart was a monument! Tall, hefty, BIG. He took glimpses at how her long arms seemed to reach for everything on her desk, but not only her desk. Every once in a while, she turned a little, but just rotated her upper body. Her eyes were always fixed into the computer.

Her long arm aimed for something on the shelf behind her. She could easily reach. She can even touch the ceiling while sitting. Her fingers ran gracefully through the books she kept behind her. All in order to consult some information.

General information, past customers information, their digits from past years. She had most of it printed and kept behind her. Apparently, she likes to work with physical data too.

He was mesmerized by the way she, even without looking, just seemed to get exactly what she wanted. She knows her office well, very well. That was impressive.

But there was something else more impressive. As she stretched her arm back, her chest went up and out. As if she was trying to accentuate those gigantic breasts of hers.

Harvey found himself ogling at his boss´s tits once more. He couldn´t help it. The 9´6” giantess had the most remarkable, heavy, titanic breasts he´s ever seen. He´s very sure her cleavage weights a lot more than he does.

As she stretches, the buttons on her tight top seem to be willing to give. He wonders if one of these days he´ll be capable of seeing her popping some of those buttons.

“He´s checking me out, again…” Mrs. Stalwart thought. She didn´t need to look directly at him to know he was leering at her. She could perceive it, as if it was a sixth sense.

She could notice his eyes, all over her, all over her breasts. Her eyes were at the computer, but her mind, her thoughts, they were now focused on him. Still, not distracting her from the work she´s doing.

“He´s looking at me… again.” Mrs. Stalwart thought as she tried not to look back. She was used to having people turn at her. She was enormous, and caught everyone´s attention. However, she loved it when she turned back and made them feel embarrassed, ashamed, even scared.

That´s why she wanted to give it some thought before she turned at Harvey.

“Hmmm… should I scold him? Nah. Should I give him an order so that he jumps a bit on his seat as he reacts? Not that fun. How about…” She was malicious, at times, she just wanted to have fun at the expenses of other people.

It was obvious that he was still looking at the giantess as she wrote who knows what on her computer. She seemed busy, something he should be doing.

Before he resumed on getting back to work, she turned at him. Straight in the eyes.

Harvey froze, he should´ve turned, he should´ve turned away, set his eyes on the screen of his computer and pretend he was reading something. But he couldn´t.

He stood there, sitting on his desk as he was now looking straight at her face. Her stern look, not mad, but not friendly either. She was looking at him as if he had coughed inside the library.

“Is there anything you need?” she asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence that surrounded him, and filled his scared mind with despair.

“I… excuse me?” Did he hear her words correctly? He thought she was going to kick his sorry ass out of the office for leering at her tits. Lucky for him, he wasn´t looking at that moment.

“I said, is there anything you need? You´ve been turning at me for, how long? Five minutes now? Don´t tell me you´re one of those men who are too scared to ask for things.” She just found a nice way to have some fun.

Internally, she was smiling. She acted in a way that, even if she revealed she was aware of his staring, knowing he was staring would just make him more embarrassed. To feel more nervous, not being capable of replying, of excusing himself.

And also, she let him know that there was nothing, not a single thing, happening inside her office that she wasn´t aware of. And he could escalate that and believe there´s nothing going in the building without her knowing.

“So, is there anything you wanted to say? Or why were you looking so much at me?” She really loved to use that phrase, “looking so much at me…” there´s no way he´s not about to pee himself.

“She knows it!!!” Was the first thing that came to his mind.

He had the idea that she knows he´s been leering at her tits for too long now. And given the fact that he feels like she´s been about to fire him since they met, he can´t help but to feel sick on his stomach. A void, trying to swallow him. Guilt, fear, and… rumbling?

*GROWWWWWWLLLL!!!*

That was his stomach, he hadn´t eaten a thing since breakfast, well, breakfast time. He just had some coffee.

Aside of lacking sleep, he was also missing food. His body needed something to digest, something to keep him awake. Nutrients, he needed nutrients to be a functional human being. If he was missing sleep, and now starving, there´s no chance he can work.

Harvey´s eyes opened widely, was this professional? Making this type of sounds inside an office was considered something allowed? And the worst part, how is Mrs. Stalwart going to take this?

Lack of respect? Disrespect? Rudeness? An excuse to fire him? She can´t fire him for being hungry, right? RIGHT?!?!

“Was that… your stomach?” Mrs. Stalwart said. And the sound of her voice, together with her question, it just made him feel much more nervous.

“I… I…” He wanted to scream “Please don´t fire me, please don´t fire me!” as if being hungry was a reason for that.

He had the idea that he should prove to her he´s a machine. If not, the closest thing to it. Now, falling asleep is one strike, and being hungry will definitely be the second one. Leaving him with a single more strike. He can already feel the breeze outside on his fired ass.

“Tell me,” she spoke as she bent forwards, pressing her enormous breasts on the desk, making them spread sensuously everywhere. “Before you chose to fall asleep all over your desk, did you eat anything?” she was curious on that.

“I… well…”

“Answer the question, hesitating is just a waste of time. It´s a simple “yes” or “no”, come on.” She was pushing him to speak the uncomfortable truth. At least to him.

She rose an eyebrow at him, meaning she was deadly serious. But when a giant woman looks at you, she doesn´t even have to try too hard to make you nervous.

“I didn´t.” He replied, ashamed of having taken so long.

He´s just hungry, food´s a basic need, there shouldn´t be a reason for him to feel shy about it. Nonetheless, his boss is a giantess who´s very intimidating. Even if she´s not lecturing him, he feels her enormous aura, filling the room, swallowing his weak self.

Mrs. Stalwart sighed. And then proceeded to sit straight, removing her gigantic bosom from over her desk. He would´ve loved to watch her tits bouncing as she sits back straight, her soft flesh in motion, but he didn´t feel so safe about it.

As she stood back, her eyes never left his. Had he said the wrong thing? Should he have played it as if he was not hungry? That he didn´t have this biological need that needed to be sate?

Harvey could see her long arm moving to her right, trying to reach for something behind her desk. Then, he heard the sound of her big, heavy drawers being pulled. Open. What could there be?

Was she looking for a file? One that contained all of the documents needed to fire him? Was this his last day?

Was she going to pull out a huge stamp from the drawer? One that imprinted the huge word “fired” all over his forehead? A huge mark that will tell everyone he´s been fired, kicked out, disposed.

“There it is… here.” He was surprised by what she pulled out. It had nothing to do with firing him, in fact, it was food.

A sandwich, wrapped and stored inside a sealed bag. It appeared to be her lunch.

She stood there for a second or two, trying to hand him the sandwich, stretching her long, thick arm towards him. Her enormous hand could swallow that sandwich completely. It seemed like a tiny version of a real one, meant to be a sample. But it wasn´t, it was a real sized one. In fact, the bread was one of those that are bigger than regular ones.

He wasn´t sure what to do, a sandwich? She was handing him food?

“Are you hungry, or not?” she spoke, a little annoyed, as she shook the sandwich a bit, emphasizing the fact that he should take it, right now.

“Sorry…” he replied as he stood up from his seat, took a few rushed steps towards her and grabbed it.

He felt chills as he realized how enormous her hand was. As he took the gag from her hand, he realized both of his could fit inside her palm. He felt tiny, and the sandwich seemed extra-large in his hands, and not ridiculously small as in hers.

“But… aren´t you… isn´t it yours?” he asked, looking down at it and then back to the tall shape of the boss.

“Relax, I already ate like… two,” she meant five, plus sides. She won´t admit the amount of food she needs to eat. But her daily caloric intake does contain five-digits. And yes, it´s way over ten-thousand.

“Uhm, ok. I… thank you.” He smiled, appreciating her nice, kind gesture.

“Welcome.” She replied, smiling back. But maybe she was showing way too much affection. “Now, eat it so that you can get back to work. Time´s running, and if you´re hungry, you won´t work properly.”

“S-sure! Right on it!” He replied as he opened the bag and went back to his desk.

Mrs. Stalwart was having some real fun. She loved the way she was making him so nervous. When she opened her drawer, before she pulled out the sandwich, she could see the terrified expression on his face. He was almost trembling, but why?

“Poor thing, he´s hungry. And I was just so mean.” She thinks. “Hmmm… was it food what he wanted? Was that the reason why he stared t me so much? Aww, little Harvey needs permission of the boss to get some lunch? How cute!” Her maternal side was kicking in.

A hungry man, who was also tired from the lack of sleep. And he was working right in front of her. She won´t be able to take it. But no one can see her trying to make him feel better.

He cannot have any sorts of special treatment. No matter if he´s her assistant, no matter if he needs it, and no matter if he´s cute. She won´t show her true self. No, she´s the stern, huge boss. She can´t become all hugs and kisses out of nowhere.

But she can´t help it.

“Aww, look at him eating. Quickly, trying to follow the boss´s orders and finishing up in record time to get back to work. So obedient, but that´s not what I meant before.” She thought as he watched him take quick bites of the sandwich.

“You should slow down, honey. You wouldn´t want to choke on that sandwich, right?” Oops, she let a ”honey” slip out.

He swallowed, turning back at her, “Sorry…” and he slowed down. Trying to follow her orders, word by word.

When he turned, she smiled a little, turned down to her keyboard and went back to typing. She felt so nice, so sugary. She handed him a sandwich, that does count as feeding him, right? She did the right thing. She helped him. She provided for him.

She feels so nice, so warm inside. Being kind is her true nature.

As she sets her attention back to her computer, she can hear him tapping something on the keyboard.

Without looking, she speaks: “Harvey, have you finished your lunch? Because I won´t allow you to work while you´re eating.” She spoke, and by the end of her words, he stopped typing.

She knew it. But how couldn´t she? She´s the boss.

Harvey feels so weird. As he´s on his way home, he´s wondering if there´s something going on with Mrs. Stalwart.

First of all, she didn’t fire him for sleeping at work. But that may be something up to a warning, however, when you work for a 9´6” giantess, who EVERYONE says is demanding. You´re looking for the most drastic resolutions for these kinds of issues.

However, it was not like that.

This day was so weird for him. After sleeping at work, she not only just warned him, in her very particular way, but she fed him?

When his stomach growled, he thought she was going to kick his ass. Pick him up with a single arm and start shouting at him. But handing him a sandwich?

“She even told me to have a good night´s sleep…” he thought, looking down at his shoe over the sub´s floor.

She literally said he should sleep well in order to be productive, and that she won´t have this as an excuse again. But she did say “sleep well”, if not with a caring tone, it still carried some good feelings.

In the privacy of Mrs. Stalwart´s HUGE house. Being the size of literally a hotel, but feeling more like a mansion for a woman her size. She was laying in her daybed, in her minimalistic, yet fancy and well-endowed living room.

Right by her chimney, which was off. The night was not so cold for a woman her size. She was already wearing her house clothes.

A huge, made-to-measure, gown. Made of white silk. Beneath that, she was wearing a piece of high waist underwear, red colored. Wrapped around her thick, wide hips. Above that, well, she was at home, where she´s supposed to feel comfortable.

A woman with boobs her size should not be required to wear a bra. Those things are always too small. No matter if they are specifically designed for her, they all compress her tits in a very unpleasant way. Therefore, she was topless on her house.

Practically naked beneath her gown. Alone in her huge house, covering her enormous tits with just this gown. One could easily spot her erect nipples poking through the fabric of the gown.

As she was laying, her gown nearly exposed her heavy, round tit completely. Just inches away from displaying her nipples. And, her long, sexy, long legs were in display. She drove them up and close to her at times while she was thinking of today.

She rose her feet, slow and elegantly, showing off the smooth, creamy skin of her curvaceous leg. She was a muse, no, a goddess.

If she had wanted, which many people had offered. She could be in calendars, the cover of her won magazine. She had this perfect proportions, this Venus´ body. A goddess on earth. But she was not looking for that type of fame.

She didn´t want to be built up based on how other people thinks of her, if she´s popular, a model, a star. Nothing like that. She wanted to be a woman who guilt herself. Independent, proud, owing nothing to no one.

Yet, that lonely path she chose did came with lack of some things. And one of them had come to her just today.

“Ugh, I can´t believe I gave him food. Of all things I could´ve done, I gave him part of my meal.” She complaint, she could´ve been more professional by sending him to the cafeteria. But no, she let her servile-self take control and help the hungry guy.

“NO! Vera, you´re not to serve a man!” she spoke to herself. Her first name´s Vera.

She tried to go back to her usual self. She cannot be tender, not even for a second. There´s just no way. That´s weak, she can´t project weakness. She´s the big boss who doesn´t care about her employees personal life, if they are ill, or if they ate. No! However…

“I wonder, did he like it? He seemed to enjoy it?” she rolled and laid on her side, pondering about the way he was eating. She knew for sure how to cook, was he pleased? Or had he just eaten because it was an order?

“I mean, I made it on a rush, but if he was happy to eat it then… the fuck am I thinking?!” was she looking for his approval? Seriously?

She couldn´t let this happen. She was trying to be kind towards him? Why? Because he´s young? New? Small? Everyone´s small to her, but even she knows he´s short for a man.

She simply stood up and went to bed. She needs a good night´s sleep to remove these ideas off her mind. But then, she recalled.

“I even told him to sleep well, FUCK!” she seemed considerate. But that shouldn´t be something that tormented her the way it is.

Harvey couldn´t help it either. Her words were stuck on his brain.

Back on his apartment, in the middle of the bight, while he was hugging his pillow, an image of Mrs. Stalwart came to him.

A kind smile on her face, and she bent way down, and then, with a sugary, lovely tone, she said: “Make sure to sleep well, honey…” and then, just like that, she poured a big, deep kiss on his forehead. Leaving the enormous red mark of her lips on him.

He woke up, a bit unsettled. She didn´t said it that way, and “honey”? she had never said that. What´s wrong with him?

However, he must admit that dreaming that was better than having a wet dream with her. At least this way he can look at her in the eyes.

The very next day, she had a meeting. An important one, with the most important people at the company. There were other CEO´s, the financial chief, marketing chief, tech chief, operating chief and, of course, the company´s secretary. All of them together in a room. The one with the highest ceiling.

Harvey felt so out of place, everyone there was important, and he was just… him.

He took the sit right next to Mrs. Stalwart, she told him to sit there. He was hoping he´ll be in some other place, not right on the “big man´s table”.

All people stood there with their fancy suits, their expensive watches. Everyone was important. And then, there was his boss. Standing almost two whole foot taller than everyone, while sitting.

Her chair was wide, not tall, but wide, in order to accommodate her immense buttocks. And it also seemed reinforced, in order to hold her heavy weight.

She was focused on the meeting, however, something else got her attention too.

“Ugh, look at him, he´s so nervous. Is he… moving his feet?” his lack of confidence upset her, he felt weak? He can´t appear that way, he´s her assistant.

Nonetheless, this also appealed to another side of hers. Inside her mind, behind those thoughts of annoyance, deep down, there was this tiny voice trying to come out, and when it did, the voice said: “Aww, poor thing, maybe I could put my hand on his back to make him feel better.” That thought made her twist her mouth a little.

She felt so annoyed, each passing day she finds herself wondering about different things about him. Why does he live so far? Is he able to get safely from here to his apartment? Does he make sure to eat well? Why does he look so skinny? More and more questions she knew she had no reason to ask herself.

This was annoying, she was concerned about him? Why? He´s just another assistant of hers.

“E-excuse me… Mrs. Stalwart but,” He approached to her desk, kind of interrupting her while working. She would´ve scolded him then, but now, she chose to listen.

“I… I just wanted to, you know, thank you for being kind and sharing your lunch with me the other day… I know it´s been a few days but… here!” he felt shy, he was a second away from not doing it, but he had already interrupted her, so.

He had his arms on his back, and then, he brought them to the front, and stretched them up, handing her a small, golden-colored box of chocolates, with a gift bow on it, a red, shiny one.

She didn´t know what to say. Her eyes shot open.

“This is your chance!” she thought, if she wants to turn things back to normal, then she must grab those chocolates and throw them straight to the trash can! Without even looking, she can make a comment about them being cheap, or looking insipid. Even laugh about the pathetic bow on it.

Those and much more ideas like that came to her mind. But the tiny voice came back, a little louder.

“Aww, those are not the cheap type. Poor Ethan, the sandwich was not worth as much as those chocolates. How cute of him to thank me back…” she hated that voice.

“Thank you, I appreciate the nice gesture.” She said as her huge hand grabbed the box from his hands.

Maybe she could eat them all up in one bite, but it was being grateful what mattered for him. To give her back for what she gave him. She fed him when he was hungry, now, he can show some gratitude.

He stood there and smiled up to the confused giantess.

When was it the last time someone gave her chocolates? That´s right, NEVER!

Not even on Valentine´s day. Everyone was afraid of her. Some thought she´ll eat them up together with the chocolate, but that´s not true.

She placed the box, carefully, inside her purse and turned back at him.

“I guess I´ll see you tomorrow.” She said, professionally. Their shift had ended either way.

“Sure will! Uhm, I hope you like the chocolates.” He smiled again before he left.

“What? Now I´m forced to like them?” As always, her first thought was not kind, but that doesn´t matter anymore.

She´s soft, deep down, she´s a soft marshmallow that can´t bear to be so mean anymore. Is he pulling that soft side out of her?

She can´t help but to wonder, is he doing this on purpose?

Acting kind, being polite. He stuttered while he hand her the chocolate, wasn´t he supposed not to do that? Hadn´t she told him about it?

But she couldn´t do it. She would´ve said something about it, but she didn´t. She just listened as she wondered what was on his mind, what was he thinking?

Mrs. Stalwart was wondering if she was turning soft. Maybe it was due to her age, even if she doesn´t look like, she´s mature. However, when looking or talking with other people, she found herself being the same.

Same thoughts, same patience. She was not being nice, good or kind towards anyone who didn´t deserve it. She was the same authoritative, harsh woman towards the rest of the world.

So, once she got back at her place and made her way through the door, stepping in with her long, heavy stride, swaying her marvelous hips as her boogs bounced a little. She entered her house, shut the door and sighed.

She pulled the tiny, for her, box of chocolates from her purse, and stared at it for a few seconds. It was just whatever box of some common chocolates. She treated herself with sophisticated, and very expensive, pieces of imported chocolate. But now, she couldn´t help but to wonder if she should eat this or keep them as they are. Stored somewhere special.

“It´s the first time in years someone brings me chocolates.” She thought to herself. “But chill, Vera, this is not like asking you out. The guy´s tiny, and WAY too young for you. Still,” she brought the box closer to her, to her gigantic breasts, to her heart, “He did this from the heart, aww, cute!”

Mrs. Stalwart knows she can´t be sweet, kind, not even too polite towards Harvey. Else, people may think she´s giving him some special treat. And she never does that for no one.

And why is she so worried about it? Well, let´s just say there´s no “little” or “few” in her vocabulary. Everything she does is fully. Fully professional, fully strict, fully authoritative. Anything. So, if she, by any chance, starts treating him nicely, there´s a big chance she´ll nearly pamper him.

She´s soft on the inside, and she´s got this huge maternal instinct trying to kick off from her. Once she gives in, there will be no turning back. That´s why she´s settled her mind in treating him like the temporary assistant he is.

Over the next few days, Harvey could feel the silence in the room. It was kind of awkward. Perhaps, had he done wrong by giving her chocolates? He was just thanking her, was that bad?

He ignores how people on her level are. Not her height level, because she´ll be alone at the top. But her executive level.

“Shit, she probably already told everyone what I did.” He meant the people with higher positions at the company. “I´m such a fool!” Actually, he was giving this way too much importance. No one will care.

Even if she had sent the picture into the executives’ chat, with the words: “Look at this, little guy´s trying to kiss my ass!” no one would´ve cared more than to put ”Haha” or “LOL” and that would´ve been the end of it. But such group chat was intended for important matters, strictly office related.

Plus, she was in no other type of group chat. Mrs. Stalwart was kind of a lonely woman. But it´s not all her fault, well her attitude may be a bit of a problem, but it´s her size what actually scares people. And her stern attitude just sends them away.

In reality, he ignores the true reasons for this uncomfortable silence, but his job´s not to chit chat with her, but to get things done. He´s been focused on his files, all week.

However, that hasn´t been so easy to do. All of a sudden, for some unknown reason, he´s been wondering things about her. Not regular things, more like… weird things.

For starters, a particular question came to his mind when he spotted her gigantic breasts, could he use them as a hammock? And also, her stockings, could he use them as some sort of form-fitting sleeping-bag?

More and more of these weird questions came to his mind. More than ideas, they were more like comparisons. He knew that, as the ultra-larger lady she was, everything must be custom made, with special fabrics, unreal sizes. Things must be expensive, that´s why she´s a high-level executive. Not anyone can afford those kinds of things, not to mention things he doesn´t know she has. He could mistake her custom-made sedan for a trailer.

But, aside of the comparisons, there was something else running up his mind. Something more regular, her body.

He´s been peeking at her, carefully so that she doesn´t spot him. He´s been kind of… leering at her. The tightness of her clothes over her unrealistic hourglass figure. The size of her shapely legs, each one two or three times heavier than him. Her curves, her heavy butt, her mammoth tits.

Mrs. Stalwart´s a goddess. Tall, sexy, authoritarian. Imposing everywhere she goes, outstanding in every aspect. She´s simply… majestic.

And quite distracting, more than once, he´s caught himself looking at her in a dumbfounded way. If she hadn´t made up her mind and resolved on ignoring him, she would´ve already noticed his assistant´s been looking at her with his jaw hitting his desk.

Today, it´s no exception. She got up from her desk and went to the bathroom, her own personal one. But when she got up, he could glare at her body.

She was wearing a tight pencil skirt, one that seemed short on her, and this time, she was wearing no stockings; her legs, her long, fleshy legs were bare. Her skin seemed so smooth, so creamy. He swallowed.

Above those legs, there was a huge butt, he didn´t lose the chance to look at those arresting butt-cheeks. Round, heavy, firm. His view was glorious, the light on the room allowed him to see the perfect roundness of her butt. She was a sexy colossus, but at 9´6”, there´s just no way she can´t be qualified as such. She´s not skinny, on the contrary, she´s totally buxom.

Which leads to those massive breasts of hers. Always, every single day, she wore her blouse open, allowing her boobies to breathe. She´s always feeling kind of hot, but that´s because of her sheering size. Not to the point of sweating, of course, but let´s just say that she doesn´t wear a coat in winter.

So far, over the last couple days, she´s been trying her best to just greet him in the morning and that´s it. But Harvey, every day he finds himself struggling to keep his eyes off of her. It´s hard to miss her, and it´s certainly harder to look away. But he has to try.

Later, when she came back, he had made up his mind, he won´t leer at her anymore. He will focus on his job, and nothing more. And he will treat her respectfully, just as she deserves.

But that may be hard.

It wasn´t long before he, by mistake, drop his pen. He was kind of spinning his pen between his fingers, and in an oversight, the pen slipped from his fingers, fell right on the floor and rebounded on the floor. Landing somewhere particular.

He stood up, trying not to be too loud, he didn´t want Mrs. Stalwart to reprimand him for playing with his pen. It was unlikely to happen, but if she´s mad, and that´s the cause for this silence of hers, then it´s more likely to.

He scattered out of his seat. She heard him, but she was not going to turn, so far this week, she´s succeeded on returning to her cold-self. She can´t risk it now; if she makes eye contact, it´s most likely that she asks something like how he´s been, how his day has been so far, anything resembling care was not allowed from her.

Harvey got up and looked around, the pen was nowhere to be found, he could´ve returned to work, he literally didn’t need that pen, but he was already looking for it, so…

He tried to picture where it could be, tried to trace it by the sounds it made, where it could´ve landed. He bent over, and he found it, but not where he would´ve liked it to be.

The pen was located right under Mrs. Stalwart´s desk, right in the middle of her feet. Far from his reach, luckily, there was a gap below the front cover of the desk, where he fitted. The desk was designed for a nearly ten-foot-tall woman, the scale was colossal. She wouldn´t fit down there, but a small guy like him… It was time to get that pen back and return to work.

He didn´t like this. Was he really going to sneak down his boss´s desk? Was that pen worth it? The answer was…

Harvey found himself beneath her desk before he could tell. And within a second or two, the pen was back in his hands. Easy, and she didn´t notice, which made it better. The problem was, he turned up.

He made his best effort not to hit her feet or leg, it would certainly be unpleasant for her to find him there. For a woman who´s currently wearing a skirt, having a man below it can be… annoying.

And he knows exactly why. Her pussy. The first thing he noticed was a thong. A sexy piece of lingerie, right between her thick thighs. Between her fleshy crotch.

Harvey couldn´t believe it, he couldn´t even turn. He was in trance. He was looking straight at her pussy, the underwear that was supposed to cover it was practically sinking, being swallowed by the swollen lips of her cunt. A camel toe, he was in front of the biggest, thickest and most mesmerizing one he´s ever seen.

He got closer, just a little. He needed a closer look, for some reason, there was light down there, maybe because of the size of the desk, however, he wanted more. To get closer, to the point where he could almost feel it.

Down there, he could already smell the scent of this woman, fresh, floral, sweet. Her aroma filled his nostrils.

He knew this was wrong, that there will be consequences, but he couldn´t help it. Besides, he was just looking, wondering why she´d wear a thong so tight.

He made sure to listen, to pay attention to his boss above the desk. Now, he was in some time alone with her thick legs, looking straight at her crotch, right at her pussy. Someone so tall should be more careful with the clothes she picks…

He could listen to her tapping over her keyboard, making some clicks with her mouse. So far he wasn´t needed. At the moment, he could enjoy the view.

And why was this so hypnotic? Was it because he was a shy guy? No much action in the last few months? OR, was it because she was so big. Everywhere! Her thickness was unbelievable, so large, so sexy. Her body was powerful, mighty, imposing. It really called ones’ attention. Her body, even at her size, he knew she was soft, he could see it.

Her flesh looked firm, there´s no denying on that, however, the closer he got, the more he realized that it was also mushy. And he knew exactly which parts of her anatomy will be squishy.

Harvey swallowed; this could definitely get him fired. But maybe it was worth it. However, getting fired for being a perv was not so good on a resume.

He stepped back, he made up his mind, this was not worth it. Even if every cell in his body, taken by the lust, screamed to him that he should stay, and maybe do something more, ha backed up. So far, she hadn´t notice him, and things should be kept that way. Until…

Mrs. Stalwart had been working non-stop since she arrived, trying to ignore him. So far, she had succeeded. However, she needed a small break now. Not a bathroom pause; just a little stretching.

Harvey noticed her feet began to move, he could see her legs had some motion now. He backed up. He tried to escape, get out the same way he got in, but her left foot blocked his way out. He couldn´t risk her touching him, he knows she´ll be beyond mad if she finds him there.

He hopped to her right side, before her right foot followed the left one and stretched all the way, blocking him fully. He was kind of trapped now.

He could see how her calves got tense. Now they were not looking so soft; more like hefty right now. He was cornered. The only way out was literally walking towards her, but that can´t happen. So, he decided to wait a little.

But that was worse. He stood there as she began to do a different type of stretching. Pushing her legs straight forward only compressed her meaty thighs, all of the flesh on her crotch, she needed a release, so, she stretched her legs to the sides of the desk, right where he was.

“Oh no!” his eyes widened as her right leg rapidly made it´s way to him. He was right, it was soft. However, she was pinning him strongly to the walls of the desk. For her, this was just a little pressure, to him, this was like being constricted.

She didn´t took long to notice he was there, in fact, she immediately did, but she just couldn´t make up what was down there. He shouldn´t be there.

Rapidly, before she squished him to death, she backed up her leg, and then, rolled her chair back. Now, she bent, pinning her massive breasts over her lap as she turned directly at him.

He hugged himself, wondering if there was any broken bone in him. But he may just be sore, that leg can apply too much pressure on a small guy like him.

Mrs. Stalwart knew it, this was the time. What was he doing down there? Why wasn´t he on his desk working? This was the perfect time to reproach him. To scold him. To reassure she´s not kind, she´s not nice, that she doesn´t care…

“Sweetheart, are you ok?” Her words slipped, she was caring, why was she caring? “Come here, let me take a look…” It was too late now, she was already soft on him.

He followed her instructions, got up on his feet and walked towards her. He came out from under the desk and stood next to her enormous form, even while sitting on this huge chair, she was still about two-feet above him.

“Tell me, does it hurt?” he was dumbfounded, she seemed so caring now, so nurturing. He just pointed at his chest, where her thick calve had pinned him to the desk.

“Hmmmm…” she murmured as she guided her large hand towards his chest, a hand big enough to engulf the entirety of it. Then, she scrutinized him with her long fingers. “It seems you´re fine.” She added, after making sure his bones were not shattered.

She knew he wouldn´t be able to speak, so she decided to see why was he down there. Looking at him from head to toes, searching for something. And, she found the pen.

“Where you looking for your pen? Hmm? Is that why you were down there?” Her tone was soft and nice.

He nodded, as soon as he knew she was asking him a question, a fairly important one. He wasn´t lying, he was looking for the pen, the fact that he found something else down there was… not important now.

“Very well, you have your pen. Now, hop back to your desk, would ya´?” he followed her sweet commandment.

This came out much easier than he thought. She was nice, so nice that she was nearly sweet. Maybe she was afraid she could´ve really hurt him?

But, behind her desk, she was internally screaming: “FUUUUCK!” now she knows, she´s already soft on him.

Mrs. Stalwart´s fuming, internally. Soft? She´s SOFT?! All of her life, the amazon has been nothing but stern towards people. Demanding, intimidating, imposing!

Respect, that´s her main goal. She wants people to respect her, even if they end up fearing her. A 9´6” woman like her, tall, big, monumental. Everyone who turns at her does nothing but respect her. That´s what she wants, at least.

And so far, she´s got it. No one even dares to make fun of her, given her size, she could have her way with anyone. And “teach” them some manners on how to talk with a woman like her.

She knows all eyes turn at her whenever she enters a room. She´s tall, she´s thick, she´s gorgeous. A pretty woman, and pretty big too. Everything on her large, mature body is big. Her hips are wide, her legs are like tree trunks, and her boobs, her massive, hefty and soft breasts are alluring.

She´s got the size, the level, the authority, the money; all needed to be outstanding in every possible way. She should think of normal people as inferior beings, no one will ever match her in height, all of the people at the office are subordinates. But if that´s so then…

“Why the fuck am I worried about him?!” it was really hard for her to concentrate on her work when she´s concerned about his health.

She pressed his body really tight against her desk, without even noticing of course. She knows that even the most subtle pressure she applies, can feel much different for a regular person. Mostly for a thin, not very athletic, man like Harvey.

But Mrs. Stalwart can´t help it. All those ideas of being powerful, being mean, looking for respect. Those were ideas she gathered with time. If you allow it, people will step on you. And given the fact that she was freakishly tall, that gave people reasons enough to mess with her.

In a world where everyone´s fighting to succeed, you can´t stop fighting. She changed, Vera Stalwart changed, in order to succeed in life. To be someone, to become the best version of herself. A powerful, imposing woman no one will mess with.

But there´s something she can´t fight. Her true nature. That tiny little voice trying to scream, in fact, today´s been her worse day so far. That little voice seems to be growing inside her, gaining more power, taking more control of her mind.

“Check on him.”

“Make sure he´s fine.”

“Maybe he´s too scared to say it.”

“Maybe you´re scaring him.”

“Go ahead, tell him he shouldn´t be afraid.”

“Go on, tell him you´re not as mean as you look.”

And more and more thoughts like that came to her mind. All those words, all that concern. Is it really her? Is she genuinely caring for a guy she barely knows? He´s there to assist her, not to make her want to assist him. This is wrong.

“Maybe I should fire him… that´s right! He´s not my first assistant.” One time, a guy just looked at her and ran away. Not literally, he just closed the door and walked away, slowly.

But she knows better she can´t do that, wanna know why? Because the voice inside her says so.

“Poor thing, you can´t fire him just because. He must´ve worked so hard to get here. You can´t fire him just because of your insecurities. You´re a professional, and a grown woman.” The voice was starting to sound like a scolding mother.

She let it slip. She didn´t ask him how he was feeling, but she didn´t fire him either. It was not a victory, but not much of a loss either.

However, to Harvey, she was not quite the lovely woman she was afraid to be. He was scared.

His main worry was that she noticed he was leering at her huge body beneath the desk. That was wrong, right? A man can´t sneak beneath his boss´s desk? Not unless he´s asked for, at least.

If she was afraid of revealing her maternal self to him, she shouldn´t. The fact that she was sweet for a second, that was not perceived as weakness, at least not to him. He was confused. Was it some sort of joke?

The next fifteen minutes, after his “desk incident” he was terrified that she was planning something. To fire him! And that her sweet tone was just a bluff, to try and sooth him before she kicked his ass out of the office.

He was even expecting a message through his computer. A huge banner on his screen, reading: “YOU´RE FIRED!” in big red letters.

But that didn´t happen.

After all this, he just found himself at home. It seems it was just a regular day. No further comments on the incident, not even a follow up on him. He felt as if she was going to make him pop down there. Luckily, it didn´t happen. He didn´t even felt a bruise after, ok, maybe a little mangled, but he´ll live.

That night gave him a lot of time to reflect. And realize the fact that she was a very powerful woman, physically. He must be careful next time.

Also, this was some time for someone else to think. For Vera. The big boss was at her own house, laying on her own HUGE custom-made bed. Resting her head over some soft and large pillows.

“Why am I like this?” she thought to herself, wearing nothing but a super-sized crop top and some tiny shorts, extremely large, but short on her.

Her titanic body, laying in bed, with a ton of her flesh in full display. She wasn´t even covered by her sheets. She was revealing way more skin than ever. But she could, she was home.

In the privacy of her room, she could dress as she pleased. She doesn´t even like wearing such a professional clothing. Everything´s tight! Her butt´s always uncomfortable on the tight-fitting skirts or pants she wears.

They are custom made, and stretchy, but they still itch! Maybe they don´t, perhaps, it´s just her mind playing games on her. Pushing her to wear lighter, more loose-fitting clothes. Maybe she´d be more comfortable in sweat pants? Or… yoga pants?

And that´s not the worse, her breasts are taking the more pain. Her bras are always so uncomfortable. She tried with a hand-made, customized sports bra. But she feels her boobs are bouncing way too much. She´s confined to use tight and annoying bras, to keep everything in place, and for her titties not to bounce and bounce in the air.

But not now. At this moment, she´s laying in bed, fresh, comfortable, happy. Her long, thick legs stretched, feeling so free, so bare, so naked. And her breasts. Her torso´s hare, up to the very bottom of her boobs. Her crop top covers from her neck to the last inch of her breast.

Of course, she´s wearing nothing beneath it. Her boobs are comfortably loose over there. The firm, bast flesh of her tits is once again, allowed to breathe. And why does she have the sudden need to feel like this? Well, whenever she´s having a hard day, she seeks for comfort, and today, it was one of those days.

Not precisely on job matters. Everything was going as expected. As it should. However, there were other things on her mind.

“Why do I have the need to care? It doesn´t always happen, but with him… I…” he looms so puny, so weak, so frail. He needs someone to look after him, at least that´s what she thinks.

But why should she be the one who does? Doesn´t he have a family? A girlfriend? Friends?! She should not care so much about him, she never cared that much about her other assistants. So…

“Why do I care about him?” the doubt prevailed. What makes him different?

Vera had a plan. She arrived at work at her usual hours. Thirty minutes before everyone. Once she sat on her desk, she was decided to do one thing.

If she finds this special thing on him, this something that makes him different from the rest. This peculiarity that pulls her maternal instincts from her, then she´ll give up. If he proves he deserves it, then she´ll allow her sweet-self to take control. But just with him.

Else, she´ll be the same, regular Mrs. Stalwart. Strict, and expecting nothing but the best from her employees. She really hopes she doesn´t fail again, else, not even she´s sure what´s to come.

Harvey arrived five minutes earlier. The regular for a responsible man like him.

He opened the door and entered the office, a bit afraid of the huge boss sitting at her desk.

“Good morning, Mrs. Stalwart.” He needed to prove he was polite, trustable. And that he won´t leer at her again.

“Good morning, honey. How are you?” Honey? Ugh, there she goes again.

“I´m… I´m ok, how about you, ma´am?” He said as he made his way to his desk.

“Are you sure? Are your ribs, ok? I didn´t hurt you yesterday, right?” She can´t help it, but there´s nothing wrong with that. If he got injured at work, then he must tell his boss, right?

“I´m… pretty well, you know, I feel perfectly!” He could remember the feeling of her massive leg, pinning him to the walls of the desk. But there was nothing more than a mild bruise down his chest. Nothing that needs much attention.

“Did you go see a doctor? You know, too much pressure applied to the chest is not good.” She turned at him, with worry, and also doubt. Was she the one speaking? Really?

“No. I… uhm… I don´t think anything´s broken…” Was that an advice or… an order? Her tone was sweet, but she was still his boss, if she was giving him an order, then…

“Hmmm…” should she send him to the doctor? Make him get some X-rays? Or, would that be too much? She´ll just let him be. “Ok, if you say so. I guess you must be right, it´s your body after all.” That´s it, careless, she´s showing some lack of concern now.

Still, she feels he needs a second opinion. But once again, she´s not the one who should be concerned about it.

“I don´t get it, what´s with him?” she thought to herself, as she kept working, but making this quick peeks at him.

He was sitting at his desk, working on his computer. He was just a regular young man. Even under the average. He was, how tall? 5´5”. And he´s not that attractive. He´s handsome, yes, and his eyes have this glow only people on their 20´s have. The bright shine of determination, ambition, desire.

Does she find herself reflected in him? Her, in her younger years, working hard. Trying to rise to the top. Fighting to get where she is?

*OUCH*

She heard, a complaint, from him. Her first thought, his ribs!

“Harvey, are you ok?” Her voice, a bit louder than it should, revealing nothing but true worry. But why? It doesn´t matter now, right now, the only thing she wants to know is he´s fine.

“I… I cut myself with a… a paper.” He did, he ran the tip of his finger over the edge of some files. He was too quick and now, he had this little cut on his finger.

“Oh, well…” she bent forwards, her massive bosom falling over her desk, “it doesn’t look so good.”

“I´m fine, I think I can…”

“Come. Come here,” she pulled one of her drawers open, and pulled out some band-aids. “let me help you.” She´s cut herself once or twice, and she knows how annoying it is.

“I…”

“Harvey, come here. That´s an order.” She sounded a bit stern for a second. Enough to make him jump off his chair.

“There we go.” Mrs. Stalwart said, as she carefully placed the band-aid on the cut over his finger. Careful, caring, and…

*muack* “A little kiss should make you feel better.” She smiled.

Harvey´s legs trembled; she was so fast. She just bent as she guided his finger further into her mouth. And then printed a huge kiss on his finger.

“Be careful, sweetheart. Ok?” she winked, he just smiled awkwardly and nodded. “Now,” she tipped his nose gently, “back to work.” He did as she said, this behavior of hers was not normal.

Although, it´s starting to become more constant.

In the end, she found something she´s been looking for. Her answer. Why does she have a special treat with him? Easy, he needs her. He´s shown her he needs a little push, a little help sometimes. And that allows her to relieve the suppressed feelings she´s had.

She´ll be sweet, all hugs and kisses, to him. And only him. Still, she knows he´ll put some resistance, but she´ll find her way with him. After all, she´s the boss, and he, he´s supposed to do as she says.

“But don´t worry, dear. I´m not doing anything wrong. Trust me, you´ll love it.” She thought as he made his way to his desk.

He doesn´t know it, but he had just gained the caring attention of a huge, and sweet woman. Even if it doesn´t show.

Mrs. Stalwart had resigned. She gave up to the idea of being a cold woman. At least towards this man who had her attention.

It has never happened before. At least not with someone she knew. Many actors, and one another muscular man from certain sports had gotten her attention before. But never before a man she knew.

Harvey was one in a million. He, without even trying, got her attention. He got Vera Stalwart caring for him, thinking of him, and, she´s not sure yet but, probably having some sweet feelings for him.

She´s not sure, but there´s one thing for sure. Whenever she looks at him, whenever her attention´s drawn to him, she cares. And that´s WAY too much for someone like her.

She knows she has to keep a polite treat towards her employees, but she´s not sure why? She´s the boss, everyone should just follow her orders, and that´s it. Paying them should be appreciation enough. Still, she needs to play nice, even if her “nice” is actually a cold treat.

She´s not disrespectful towards anyone, but she doesn´t really care about things like, their lives, what they´ll do on the weekend. If they have any pets. Those are random fact she does not need to know. As long as they do their jobs well, and don´t mess things up, she´s happy. Well, more than happy, she´s just not mad.

She gets angry VERY easy. More when it comes to work. And someone getting their job poorly done, or not getting it done at all, that pisses her off.

And there´s the main difference amongst all of the other employees and Harvey. She actually cares about what he´ll do on the weekend. What he does out of this office. What does he like?

And, will he, maybe… like her? Think of her as someone nice? Did she give a good enough first impression? No. but she can change it!

In time, she´ll show him. Vera will show him she´s kind, she´s sweet. That she can be more than the 9´6” intimidating amazon he sees every day. But now… she´s a bit concerned about him.

Today´s Friday. Which means, most of the week has flown. The weekend´s so close! To her, it´s just whatever. She´d rather work on Sundays too, she doesn´t really care. But having a chance to rest is nice. A chance to sleep all day long, she needs that every now and then.

And, speaking of resting, Harvey seems a little… tired.

He lives far away from this office. Living on a small apartment located hours away from there. He´s been waking up really early and getting to bed really late. He´s tired, even if he´s on his twenties, he can´t quite take it for too long.

His body needs some rest. Sleeping a little nap on the sub doesn´t really help. He needs some real sleep. And he´ll get it… on Saturday, well, Sunday? Late Saturday, Early Sunday.

Right now, he´s going through some files on his computer. Hardly getting through them. His eyelids feel heavy. His eyes feel like closing. His head, going down a little, before he sits straight again, forcing himself not to sleep.

This week´s been hard. Really hard. There´s been a lot of work, he´s been getting home later than usual. He´s just… tired. And Mrs. Stalwart can tell.

“Poor guy, he´s struggling to stay up…” feeling pity is something she was getting used to, at least towards Harvey. “Isn´t he getting enough sleep? Am I giving him too much work? He´s not working extra hours, right? What´s the matter?” she was worried for her assistant.

He was delivering things on time. And well done. The problem is, is he pushing himself too hard? Is he not taking care of his mental health? He has to rest. He needs to…

“Harvey, are you alright?” She asked, breaking the silence.

He immediately turned at her, set his gaze at her desk and then turned up. His eyes were red, his mind was blurry. He was tired. Functional, but tired.

Harvey was really good at his job. Even if he could just give his 50-percent, that was still more than an average employee could do. He was good, but not great right now.

He blinked, wishing he could just close his eyes and get to sleep. But he knew he had job to do. He took a deep breath, and remembering where he was and who was talking to him, he finally spoke. “Yes? Mrs. Stalwart…” His voice was off, tired, low…

“Are you… tired?” She tried her best not to sound mean, or sarcastic, but her tone, she was just too imposing.

“What? No! I´m… perfectly, I just…” was she upset? She won´t fire him because he´s a little tired, right? Even if his “little” is barely being awake.

“Harvey, don´t lie to me. I´m your boss. Now, I know you´re tired. I can see it all over your face. What´s the matter? Aren´t you sleeping well? Do you have insomnia?” She was trying to be attentive, but this seemed more as a pacific scolding.

“No… I don´t have insomnia, I just… *yaaaawnnn*” Uh oh, did he just yawn in front o her! That´s disrespectful! She´s going to scream, she´s going to yell at him. She´s going to get so mad!

But she didn´t. He thought this was unprofessional, that she hated when people, while speaking to her, yawned. Or did anything that didn´t resemble paying close attention to their conversation. To his surprise, she didn´t.

“Awww, you are tired. What´s the matter, dear? Everything ok? Aren´t you sleeping enough?” Now, her tone was truly sweet, kind.

For a second, he felt she really cared. But a part of him felt this was just sarcasm. That she was playing the sweet role only to surprise him when she actually started yelling she doesn´t care, and that he couldn´t sleep on work-hours.

“I… yes. I´ve been sleeping like… four hours a day…” Well, yesterday he slept three, but, an average, may be four hours.

“WHAT? Four? Honey, you need eight hours of sleep! At least seven, six AT LEAST. But four?!”

Now he feels as if he´s done something wrong, and it seems Mrs. Stalwart´s disapproving. Looking down at him from above, down from her massive desk. He thought she´d be one of those boss´s who don´t care about an employee´s mental health, the kind that will push him to get the job done, no matter how he feels.

But now, it seems she… cares?

“You know, Harvey, there´s an area with sleeping pods on the third floor. It´s designed for people who, like you, need a break from work.” Was that an advice? Where is she going with all this?

“Pods?” He asked, unsure if this was real. No one mentioned it before, but he hasn´t made any friends there yet. Working for her takes a LOT of effort.

“Yes, dear. I believe the room´s got a huge sign that says: “Sleep Pods”, very specific. You can get there, pick a pod and take a nap.” She explained.

“A nap sounds…” he was about to say nice, but… “But what about my work? I… shouldn´t I work all my shift? I mean, if I go visit those pods, uhm, the nap will be… how long?” She frowned a little.

She´s being so nice, does she really have to explain everything?

“It doesn´t matter. It´s just one day. Listen, I don´t care if you sleep the rest of the day. You MUST rest.” Being kind it´s not that easy…

“But…”

“NO. No buts, no complaints. You, sir, are going to get up, go to the third floor, walk all the way to the room. Pick a pod, close your eyes. And… GET. SOME. SLEEP. And that´s an order.”

Maybe she was a little too stern at the end. He panicked for a second. A small spike of adrenaline hit him, and for two seconds, he didn´t felt sleepy; he was awake and conscious about this giantess ordering to sleep. Was that normal?

“Uhm…” He was still doubting? What does he want her to say? It´s just taking a nap!

She sighed, letting a loud, heavy flow of air out of her nostrils. “Go take the nap. Now. Unless… maybe you´re too tired and, who knows… maybe you´d like me to take you there? If you´re too tired,” she bent forwards, and with a smile on her face, “I can carry you there.”

Harvey swallowed, and immediately stood up. Like a spring, he jolted out of his chair.

“Hehe, I… there´s no need. The… the third floor, right?” He said, making his way to the door, and begging she doesn´t stand up and try to take him there.

The image of the giantess picking him up and taking him down there, on her thick, strong arms, that was scary. Humiliating, and why not, emasculating.

“Third floor…” she nodded, watching him leave the room. Proud she was taking care of him. That was being considerate, right?

Well, she kind of forced him to go downstairs and, in a sort of menacing way, made him do something he needed to do.

Part of her felt proud; other part of her was a bit worried he could fall asleep while walking and hit the floor hard; and, now that she was alone at the office, part of her wondered, out loud:

“I wouldn´t have minded if he accepted the carrying offer…” Holding him in her arms, it would be like a hug. A sweet, tender hug… she´s so lonely that any show of affection is enough to please her.

Still, she was worried. He lived too far away from this place. Which means, he´s likely to fall on this over and over. Unless, his newly kind boss takes care of it. But how?

“How? How can I assure he won´t be sleeping in the job. But more than that. How can I make sure he sleeps well? And, how can I show him I care? Because, if a man knows you care, that means he knows you like him, right?” she wondered. Not so sure if she really liked him, but she does feel tender around him.

Maybe, if this is love, she´s really bad at telling. Still, she´ll think of a way to help him, to be supportive.

And after a while, she found out. A way she could help him out. And it was perfect! Easy, kind, generous.

The next day, a rested, or at least more awake, Harvey stood in front of the amazon. Craning his neck to look up at this woman, who was nearly TWICE his height, looking at her confused.

“You want to… you want me to live on your… apartment?” Was this right? She offered him her apartment? To move in there?

“Yes, but remember, I said AN apartment. Not the one I live in. Listen, I bought this loft apartment a long time ago. Mostly because of the high ceilings, but I moved out a while back. But kept the property just in case.” And now, here´s her offer.

“I´ve been wanting to check it for a while, or even rent it. But I think… you need it. It´s located twenty minutes away from here. It´s big enough. You could move in and save a lot of time on transportation. Don´t you think it´s a good idea?” She was excited.

She´s never been eager to find out what someone was to say. Will he jump out of joy? Throw himself at her and hug her? Scream how good of a boss she is. That she´s the best boss he´s had? That it´s such a nice gesture? That he loves her? Well… that´s too much. But still, his reaction was not like that, AT ALL.

“But… you´ll let me borrow your apartment… just because, ma´am?” that´s not the grateful reaction she was hoping.

Mrs. Stalwart rose one eyebrow, looking at him in a disapproving way, crossing her arms under her huge bosom. Standing tall, stern, and imposing, she said: “I´m trying to be kind here, and, in my opinion, this is for your best. Now, let me ask this again, will you live in this apartment I own? So that you´re not falling asleep at work?” and now, a little “persuasion”, “Or, should I look for a new assistant who lives nearby, you know, one that´s not sleepy? Hmmm?”

He trembled a little, is she going to fire him? Is she saying she´ll fire him if he doesn´t accept? She can´t do that, right? Who´s he trying to fool, she can do whatever she wants, she´s the boss.

“Sorry! I… appreciate the offer… I´ll… take it. If you, still want me to take it…” He didn´t insult her, right?

“Of course!” she smiled. “Here´s the keys,” she pulled them out of her pocket. Bent over and placed the keys, that looked tiny on her hands, on his.

Harvey was confused. Why had she done this? And why had she forced him to accept them? Was this a trick? A test? This was so random. So suspicious.

He stood there, smiling, mostly because she was smiling. The 9´6” amazon was smiling down at him, in all her mighty glory.

He can´t lie, this was good, really good. But he had questions, what about the rent? The bills? This was an apartment she just handed over, well, let him borrow. What was she getting out of this?

Harvey feels so strange. Mrs. Stalwart literally just gave him a new place to live? For real? He couldn´t believe it! That was… generous.

Maybe too generous? He´s not sure how to take this. All the while, as he´s sitting on the bus, heading to this, that will be his new home for the next… who knows for how long, but he´ll change. From his apartment to… where is he moving into?

Harvey had no idea, Mrs. Stalwart only said she had an apartment she wasn´t using and handed him some keys. Then, she gave him the address and, for some reason, offered him a ride. But he didn´t want to bother so he politely rejected it. Which didn´t put a smile on her face, by the way…

Moments later, he was at the bus stop. Using his phone to look for the place. Apparently, he was five blocks away from this place. And he also noticed that, if he kept going a few stops more, he would be left two blocks away from the office. Isn´t that convenient? It´s really close!

He was happy, and he was also curious. He decided to check some more on the location. According to the pictures, this was a one-story apartment, and it seemed kind of… old.

“Maybe this is like… her family´s place? Or… some cheap place she bought before she succeeded?” he wasn´t sure, but the place didn’t seem much her style. Did Vera Stalwart lived in a place like that? The successful, tall woman, who has high-society vibes, lived in a place like… this?

The image from the street revealed a very regular house. Not quite an apartment. But he couldn´t really complaint, it was still ten timed better, and like five times bigger than his tiny apartment.

However, when he stopped there, right in front of the house, well, it doesn´t resemble the picture…

“Is this… right?” According to the app, he´s standing right in front of it. And according to the address given, it was the same street and same number. However, the house didn´t look alike the image from the internet.

Not old, but modern, and… bigger, certainly!

This place was a lot different. It had a garage and… it was waaaaay bigger. Like a three-story house. However, that was not the only thing bigger. As he got closer, he could see the tall windows, and the door was also HUGE! An 11-foot wooden door. Very stylish.

All of the painting was different. The decoration. There was a path of rocks all the way from the front yard to the main door. And… the knob was like… five-foot high? The knob was at his eye-level.

Mrs. Stalwart had certainly… remodeled the place to… fit her needs. A woman standing 9´6” can´t live in a place designed for people on the six-foot-range. She had to do some remodeling. And he could tell.

He inserted the key, only to realize the door was already open. If he would´ve been more… perceptive. He would´ve noticed that Mrs. Stalwart car was parked outside. The car was too big not to notice, however, he may had mistaken it for a truck as he glanced it with the corner of his eye.

Still, she was there…

As he stepped in, he looked around, everything was huge! Tall, just bigger! Turns out, this is not a three-story house, it´s a two-story, designed for an almost ten-foot-tall woman. However, it is certainly luxurious.

The size of things certainly amazes him, still, there´s a ton of pretty things there too.

Stepping in, he could see a massive, flat screen, TV. An 88-inch, smart, TV. Located right in front of a reeeeeally big couch. It was almost bed-size, but it was meant to support Mrs. Stalwart… derriere so… it should be big and provide support.

“Amazing…” He said softly, looking around. The place didn´t seem as a forgotten apartment, it was like… a bachelor´s apartment. Well, scaled up for an amazon, but still what else was in there?

He was looking around, however, he could clearly listen something behind him. The sound of steps, heavy steps. He wasn´t alone…

“Well, it took you quite some time, you know…” Came the deep, rich voice of Mrs. Stalwart. She was there?!

“Oh!” He turned, almost screaming, “H-hi! Hey, uhm… I wasn´t expecting you to… be here…” His heart was beating faster, she scared him! Well, more like, taking him by surprise, but still, he freaked out a little.

“I told you, I may come and help you out getting installed.” Wasn´t she clear? She didn´t just thought she said it, right? “Where… where are your… belongings?” she asked, looking at his sides, way from above.

“Belo… oh! Yeah… I didn´t bring them…” He wanted to check on the place, and make sure his things fit. But wasn’t it obvious they would? In HER house, the house of a BIG woman. He can probably fit his entire existence in a cabinet.

“You didn´t?” Why did she made it sound as if he was in trouble? She seemed upset. As if he had forgotten to pick up something from the store. Something urgent.

“I… I thought I could come and... check the place first… I… sorry?” He stepped back a little. A few steps away from the imposing, and for some reason, upset amazon.

“Stop! You´re gonna make him cry!” she nagged herself, in her mind, of course. “Don´t scare him! You´re here for support! To be sweet! This is your chance!” Mrs. Stalwart was hoping she could be a nice host and show him the place as he got installed.

Of course, she arrived earlier than him, because she asked him at what time he´ll be there. And, she entered because she gave him her spare keys. She wasn´t going to give him the ONLY keys.

“Well… I guess you don´t need your things to take a look at the place.” She said, after she turned and, in a commanding way, added: “Follow me, I´ll give you a tour.”

She walked in front of him, in all of her mighty glory. Her sensuous, massive hips swaying with each of her powerful steps. Her breasts bouncing on her chest as she walked. She was wearing this velvet dress. One that accentuated her waist, that made her curves stick out more. And with a boob-window that revealed a smooth, deep line of sensuous cleavage.

“This, is the kitchen.” Where everything is… higher? The counter is leveled with… him? Counters are located above him, at 5´5”, an inch taller than him still, at her hip-level.

She noticed. Looking down at him, she could tell that the customized counters were a little… tall.

“Aww,” she cooed, in her mind, as she thought: “Maybe I should pick him up? Lift him and carry him in my big arms while I show him the rest of the kitchen? How about the rest of the house? Everything here´s tall, he´ll… get a better view from my angle…” she thought, letting her soft side think, still. “NO. Vera, don´t pick him up. It will be awkward… if he doesn´t want… NO. Why would he want to be in the arms of his boss? In my… my big, strong arms. Maybe he would feel protected, maybe I cans how him I´m soft… sweet?” Or it could be awkward.

“I… I have a booster step for the cleaning lady over here… and a stair, just in case. Here´s a… a small closet where we keep cleaning supplies and, well, stairs. I… I know not everyone´s as tall as me. And that´s fine. You´ll be living here, I´m sure you´ll need them.” Sweetheart. She wanted to say sweetheart, but maybe it was too soon.

She felt so sweet, and her tone had softened since she got there.

As she kept going she realized… this place is way too big. There´s two bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, two bathrooms, the kitchen, a backyard, the cleaning closet and a laundry room. Everything she needed, at first. Before she moved into a much bigger place.

“Follow me upstairs, I´ll show you your new room…” new room? That doesn’t sound bad!

However, it was… in deed, a large room. There was a closet where… he´ll need a stair to reach the hanger, lucky for him, there´s another one below, the one intended to he the “lower” hanger was sort of, the average one for him.

And, the bed, it was titanic! Made to fit her size, not his. He could easily fit two queen, if not king, size beds over that one, and he feels that there could be some more space left.

There´s no denying in one thing, he feels tiny. He even wondered, what if this was a regular place? What if he lived in a world where women, such as Mrs. Stalwart, are the norm. the average size. A world full of amazons.

Certainly, a lot of places would look like this huge house. He swallowed, the idea was a bit intimidating, however, a world full of women with her… proportions?

Tall, thick sensuous amazons. A world full of goddesses. Everywhere he looks, plump, round and firm asses. And if he looks up, tits so massive they will put a watermelon into shame!

He can´t help but to wonder… does the bed smell like her? He can smell her perfume, but that may be because she´s there. However, once she leaves, will her scent… remain?

“Well, this is my… former apartment. Don´t get me wrong, I still own it. I´m just… letting you stay to… help you out. You know, making sure my assistant gets some nice sleep…” she wanted a hug, she´s allowing him to live in her old apartment, doesn´t that deserve a hug?

“Thank you… thank you very much! You´re… so generous. And so considerate. Not anyone would do this for an employee… I appreciate the nice gesture.” He was really thankful.

“Of course.” Yes, she´s generous, she´s kind. And she thought, to herself: “Come on, give me a hug. Show your big boss some love…” but it was not going to happen. Maybe not without a little push?

“So, Harvey, do you have any plans on how to get your things here?” She asked.

“My… things? You mean…”

“I mean, how are you going to carry your belongings, from your old apartment, to this one. Any plans?”

“Well… not really… I… I could take the sub and…” He hadn´t really thought about it. Maybe a move-out service?

“Nonsense. The sub? Sweetheart, you can´t carry all your stuff on the subway? Why don´t you…” she bit her lip a little, how about, this boss shows him she´s not done being nice. “how about I give you a ride, do you think all your stuff will fit in my car?”

“I think so… probably.” It´s mostly clothes so… sure.

“Ok, then I´ll drive you. Come, let´s get going.”

And so, she got more time with him. The whole ride to his place, and the whole ride back. Plus, the time they spend packing his stuff.

She felt so tender around him. So sweet, so full of nice thoughts. She liked that.

But what was it on him? Was it his smell? His looks? Was there something in him that made her feel the need to be nice? Kind?

However, there´s also another need on her. A more… physical one. She wants him, close to her. Closer, and closer. To touch him, to lift him, to feel his body close to hers.

To pin him to her big, hefty body. Feel his naked skin all over hers. To have him glare at all of her mighty glory. Have him staring at her large, voluptuous body. She wants him to desire her. To want her. To crave for her.

To need her. Need to touch her, to hug her, kiss her, to feel her. Mrs. Stalwart wants to have some… intimacy with her assistant. An office affair. To have someone who loves you, who cares for you. Who… needs you.

This was so strange, Harvey was about to go back to his apartment and get his stuff, all as a ride from his boss? That´s… is that normal?

Part of him thinks she´s so kind, and another part of him can´t help but to find this a bit… bossy of hers.

Doesn´t she trust him to go to his apartment and come back? Is she afraid he can ruin anything while bringing his stuff? He can resume his existence in no more than three boxes, and not even large boxes.

This was odd, but he had no way to argue with the 9´ giantess, well, 9´6”. She was such an authority, his boss or not, Vera Stalwart was an imposing woman. Her deep voice exuded authority. Any sound coming from her was most likely perceived as an order, and not just by him, but by everyone!

It was a bit overwhelming to be sitting on a car, a HUGE car, made large enough for this amazonic woman. The car was more bus-sized.

“Ok, dear, where to?” She asked, trying to sound nice, sweet, and easy.

“I… uhm… well, it was a long way here so… I´m not sure how to…” he started, which street to take? He barely knows this area, there´s no way he can give instructions clear enough to reach their destiny, not by memory at least.

Vera was trying to be nice, but she was no patient woman. She grunted, she was trying to be sweet, but he´s not letting much room for that.

“How did you make it all the way here?” She asked, a bit harshly.

“I…” he almost jumped on his seat, “I used the… address you gave me.” He replied.

“And, where did you search for the address…?” She said, trying to go easy.

“On my… phone?”

“Ok, then, use your phone and give me the best route to your place. It´s simple. I don´t think you´ll remember the name on each street here. I don´t need you to be a human-GPS, just use YOUR GPS and guide me. It´s not that hard.” Seriously, explaining a man the things he has to do, step by step, little by little, she hated that. But she was making an effort. Still…

“And be accurate, because I´m not losing any unnecessary time here, understood?”

“Y-yes ma´am!” He replied and rapidly pulled out his phone.

It worked, however, was she too hard? Was she too stern? She wasn´t yelling, right? He didn´t perceived it as if she was mad, did he? She´s just so big, so dominant. Everyone feels intimidated by her. But it´s not her fault. When you loom so high above others, well, this happens.

The ride there was long. There was a lot of traffic. However, she wanted to use this as an opportunity to know him better. Be kind, be sweet.

But that didn´t work very well. Other than telling her on which street to take a turn and on which highway they will go, he didn´t spoke too much.

Maybe she´ll have a better chance on the way back. Still, she´s got some time while they are at his place…

“The ceilings… how do you people walk like this?” She said, having to duck to walk inside the building.

“Well… they are, uhm… not meant for such… tall people like you.” They were certainly not made for a giantess like her. The ceiling was 8-feet-tall. Below her chin level.

It was easier for her to walk on her knees than to walk bending. However… there was also a little inconvenient there…

“These… these doors, seriously, who´ll make such a narrow frame?” She complaint as she tried to squeeze herself through his apartment door.

Harvey only looked at her, with concern and amazement as the amazon attempted to make it through the doorframe. Her big boobs had a bit of a hard time making it, but they did. However, her wide hips and her massive butt, that was another story…

“I… I won´t… get… stuck!” She said as she pushed herself forwards.

He was perplexed as she pushed herself in. Her huge hands, making the walls tremble, the door frame creaking under the pressure her gluts were making to the sides. There was so much flesh, such an enormity trying to make it through.

If she had been a fat lady, things could´ve been easier. Her soft mass would´ve passed, tightly, but easily. But that was not the case.

Mrs. Stalwart was not a fat woman, she was a BIG woman. Her hips were wide, not because they were all made of fat, but because of her imposing bone structure. She had this impossibly wide hips, filled with thick flesh, muscle, and overall, a delicate layer of fat that gave her smooth, curvy look.

Harvey was concerned, what if she breaks the door? What if the whole frame comes down? What if the whole wall comes down? Why couldn´t she just wait outside?

“Just… a little…” and… she was in.

His heart skipped a beat when the whole wall trembled, but she was in. the question is, will the way out be equally hard? Surely.

“Ok, where´s your stuff?” She asked, feeling happy she made it in.

“I… need to pack.” He replied, looking up at Mrs. Stalwart. Even standing on her knees, the top of her head was still a few inches above seven-feet-tall.

Harvey was looking straight at her humongous breasts. Big, round, juicy. With all of the effort, she popped one of her blouse´s buttons out, plus, the struggle made her sweat a little.

There was a visible, sultry, deep line of cleavage in sight. But he won´t dare to stare at her! What if she gets mad? Well, she´s already getting mad…

“WHAT! Pack? You haven´t packed?” She drove her hands to her hips and frowned down to him.

“I… I just… I only need to put it all inside the box. I´m… I´m half-way done.” He squeaked.

“Well, you better hurry…” Or else, she might not be able to invite him some lunch.

She had some sweet plans, but he´s just delaying things.

The things she has to go through. She´s not a patient woman, and Harvey, he´s pulling her knots. ALL of them.

But she´ll be patient. Breathe in, breathe out. In, out, in, out…

He sped up the process, he didn´t have too much stuff, and he really was half-way done.

While he rushed, she took a moment to look at his place. His apartment was tiny! To her, it was microscopic, in regular terms, it was too small. Barely enough for a single man.

While standing in front of the main door, she could see the TV and couch that were supposed to be the living room, about three feet from her. Behind that, there was this bar and fridge, together with a sink that made up the kitchen. To her left, there was probably the bathroom, and a few feet further, his room.

Perhaps, she was taller than the whole place wide. She could fit her whole apartment inside her bedroom. And her shower certainly takes over more space than his living room.

But she wasn´t looking down to him for living in a small place. This only pulled out her extremely soft side…

“Aww, poor thing, how can you live like this? No, oh no, sweetheart. You´ll be much more comfortable in my old place. That´s right, Vera will take care of you…” instinctively, she drove her hands to her face, grabbing them together and feeling so warm and sweet.

She could already picture him, hugging her, looking up to her as he said: “Thanks, boss, you´re the best!” So nice…

She could almost hear him, “boss, boss… boss…” That was not her imagination. “Uhm, boss, can you help me?” He said, from his room.

She almost crawled over there, and peeked in.

“Yes?” She said, watching how he was in front of his closet, trying to bring one suitcase down.

“I can´t… reach. Do you, uhm, mind?” Will this be stereotypical? Annoying? Asking the tall lady to help him reach something high? Well…

“Oh, of course, dear, no problem.” She replied, with a sweet tone.

He felt relieved, she didn´t got mad. He could picture her, nagging, saying this was no excuse to call her. That this was a waste of her time.

Things were easy, well… appeared easy. The problem was… the door on his room was even more narrow than the front door. She won´t fit, unless she brings the whole wall down. However… there was still a way.

“Let me just…” he was looking at the case, just waiting for her long arms to stretch, for her large hands to reach for it and bring it down. But it didn´t happen that way. Mrs. Stalwart had other things in mind…

Without him knowing, she reached for him. For him! Placed both of her gigantic hands on his waist, and with a firm grip, she lifted him up.

“There we go…” She said, lifting him off the ground. He wasn´t prepared for this. He felt a quiver run all the way down his spine, as a signal of alert. But he couldn´t even move. Not kick, or move his arms in the air as if her was trying to set himself loose.

Instead, he just allowed her to pick him up. This was extremely easy for her. She lifted him off the ground, with both arms stretched.

He was thinking, how strong is she? She´s lifting him up as if she was lifting a pillow or something. Yet, her grip´s soft. Firm, yet gentle.

He had a mix of emotions in him, first, he felt scared. This woman was too strong! But, there was also another feeling, a feeling of inferiority. She was so much bigger, so much stronger, just so much more than him. Yet, and here comes the other feeling, she took some time to come here and help.

She, a busy woman, took a moment of the day to come here and help him out. It didn´t matter if the door was too small, instead of walking away, she made her way in. And now, instead of complaining, she helped him out.

Yes, she was doing something, a little unexpected. And maybe humiliating for him. But she was kind.

“There you go, sweetheart, you can grab it, I got you.” Said the amazon.

Harvey as a bit overwhelmed, but he did as she said.

His feelings for her were changing. Maybe Mrs. Stalwart wasn´t that bad, she allowed him to move into her old place, gave him a ride all the way here, and then, back.

Was she being kind? Attentive? A good boss? Or was she just being… sweet? Why would she? Is she getting something out of this?

After a little more, his whole things were packed and stored at the back of her huge car. Of course, she carried everything down. What´s for her? A big lady like her can easily carry 200-pounds of random stuff. No problem.

“Ok, let´s get back so that we can get all these stuff in place. We wouldn´t want you to get hurt, right, dear?” Dear? She´s been saying this things for a while now.

At first, he thought it was something like, she showing her authority over him, giving him those names. But now, is something else behind that? Maybe, like that sweet, mature neighbor, just giving you these nicknames. Maybe because she´s older, maybe that´s just her way of speaking. Or, maybe, just maybe, she´s really trying to be sweet.

“I… I appreciate you… helping me out, Mrs. Stalwart. It´s… it´s really sweet of you.” Harvey said, looking up at his boss. Maybe blushing a little.

But his words, his words melted her heart. It didn´t matter if he was shy, or maybe feeling embarrassed by saying it. She perceived them as such a nice show of affection. Appreciation. Even, sweet, tender feelings. Inside, she felt a million butterflies all over her.

“No problem, dear.” She said, now caressing his chin with her long, warm fingers. “But you can call me Vera, we´re not at the office anymore…” She winked.

Now, he wonders, is she being affective? Why? And, is she allowing him to talk to her by her name? Her first name? This… this is so unexpected. What will happen next?

“Ok, darling. As you can see, the house has everything you can need. Kitchen, bedroom, guest´s room, and… well, you´ll see the rest as you live here. Any questions?” Mrs. Stalwart was so happy, she felt she was finally connecting with Harvey.

“Uhm… no, I don´t. Oh, just…” He made a pause, turned down as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. “How… how much do I have to…?”

“No.” She said. Putting both hands on her hips, looking at him in a slightly intimidating, and upset way. “I told you already, you won´t pay rent. I won´t charge you in any monetary way. The fact that you occupy my old place is enough payment.”

“Ok, but…” Why does it feel as if this isn´t a fair exchange? He´s getting way too much, literally.

“Honey, if you make another question on how to pay me, I´ll get mad, ok?” Those words, coming from a woman four-feet taller than you, that´s beyond intimidating.

She could´ve said it as something half-true, however, her words carry more power than she intends. But that´s natural, due to her size, she´s intimidating, even if she´s not trying to be.

He got tense, and she noticed. And she thought, great! And they were making so much progress, she must do something to save it, before she goes back to the super-sized, intimidating boss.

“I hope you like the place, dear. And believe me when I say, I don´t do this for anyone…” she placed her huge hand on his head and winked. But that didn´t comfort him too much.

Sure, she´s not mad, at least not so threatening-looking, still, there must be a catch. Some way she´ll collect some payment. She can´t be doing this from the heart.

Vera Stalwart is a very powerful woman, and not only physically speaking. A woman who´s as wealthy as her, who´s got a position as high as hers, she´s not only helping her assistant just because.

As he looks around, seeing the size of things. Knowing that he´s surely going to need a booster step to reach for anything in this amazon-designed house.

He may be smiling as he looks up to his boss, however, deep down, he wonders. Is she trying to humiliate him?

Is Mrs. Stalwart the type of woman who´ll put him on an environment where he´s, not just short, but tiny? This place was made for a woman her size, that´s for sure, but what if she´s using it as a way to tell him, I´m above you.

What if this is a way for her to tease him showing him the size of things she uses. Put him in a place where he´ll struggle. Where everything´s out of reach, where he´s close to… nothing.

Could she be a person who gets pleasure by that? Does she enjoy it? As an experiment, what if people lived in a place designed for a woman her size? As if she was the ultimate-human. As if her size was the norm and he´s… the alien.

He´s looking forward to a big change. Lucky for him, this gets him way closer to the office. This way, he won´t have to be on his way two hours before schedule. This way, he´ll finally get some time to sleep.

“Do you need me to stay the night?” She asked. A completely unexpected question!

“W-what!?” He asked, looking at the amazon before him, barely capable of seeing her face behind her enormous bosom.

Of course, the panic in his reaction was not what she expected. But the words only escaped her mouth. What was she saying? She? Stay the night? Of course he´ll want to be alone and not with the stern boss. But he can´t quite deny it.

She´s certain that he´s trying to find the politest way to decline her offer. But this is her house, and she´s being helpful, it´s unlikely he can find the words to say no. But she doesn´t want to impose herself over him only because this is her house. If he asks for it, she´ll be more than happy to comply, but if he doesn´t… it would only make things awkward.

“I mean, in case you need someone… big enough. But if you don´t need me here… then I´ll get going. All your stuff is by the door, I… I´ll give you some time to get installed here. But remember, anything you need, anything at all, just give me a call, ok?” She felt stupid, that´s why she rushed her departure.

She turned, feeling so stupid. She wanted to bite her tongue, erase the words she said. However…

“Mrs… Vera.” He said, and she immediately turned.

Smiling, she was hoping he´ll ask her to stay. Why was she so excited? She doesn´t care, anything he needs, she´ll grant it!

“Yes, honey?” She said, looking down at him with a huge smile on her face.

“Do… uhm… maybe you´ll get mad…” he thought.

“No, of course I won´t, what is it, honey?”

“What about… utilities?” He was concerned about electricity, gas, water. If he won´t pay rent, will she charge him for the utilities?

Mrs. Stalwart´s smile tensed. She struggled not to frown. That was the question!

The answer´s quite simple, how much can a guy his size use? He´s alone, he doesn´t have a single pet. Water? Gas? Electricity? He can´t use more than a low percentage of what she uses. 30-percent? Maybe?

“I´ll cover those up, dear. No rent, no utilities. I´ll pay for everything, ok?” She was so upset! But she kept a smile on her face, projecting a sweet image.

And once on the car… she gave herself a chance to burst out a little…

“STUPID! You were doing so great! And then… you blow things up, you… giant dumbass!!!” She yelled at her reflection on the car´s mirror. Mrs. Stalwart was upset.

This could´ve been a chance to meet him better, show her sweet attentive side. But she had to go and make the question…

“I bet he was all creeped out when I offered to stay the night, ugh, I´m sure he wouldn´t want to spend the night with me on the place. Who would? Maybe he thinks his giantess boss will cook him on a casserole and then eat him up…” She was a bit too hard on herself. She took a deep breath, turn on the engine and drove off.

Maybe she can pay a small visit later, once he´s settled down a little. It would be normal, she´ll just come and check on her place, nothing weird. Only to make sure he likes the place, or make up some excuse. And, of course, not offering to stay the night.

She thought she´ll have some more time to meet him, maybe cook something and share some dinner, make it a special, and possibly romantic, evening, however, his reaction was not what she expected.

Just what he didn´t expect to find as he unpacks…

“Ok, this is the room…” He said, pushing the huge wooden door and making his way inside.

Harvey was carrying a box, with all of his clothes. He didn´t have much, he could fit all of his clothes on a single box. And he also had a small bag with winter jackets and so on.

He walked into the main room, which she, for some reason, insisted he should use. He shouldn´t be afraid of using her room instead of the guest´s room. After all, there´s a bathroom there, plus, it´s got a TV, a huge one. Possibly average to her.

“Well, let´s unpack.” He said, putting the box next to the enormous bed. Seriously, the top of the mattress was almost leveled with his chest.

The house was HUGE. If it´s not clear by now, all things are close to twice the size they should be. His head is barely visible behind the kitchen´s counter tops. All doors are like ten-feet-tall. He can swim on the bathtub. Cabinets are surely out of reach, even a 7-foot-person would struggle to reach.

He´s got no doubt that this place is made for a woman the size of his boss. 9´6” Vera Stalwart. A giantess, a thick, mature woman who, for some reason out of his understanding, is giving him the chance to live at her old place.

As he puts all his clothes over the mattress, he wonders, is this something assistants normally do? Taking care of a place while the boss goes out of town, well, that´s one thing. To water the plants, feed the pets, pick up the mail. Those sorts of things are common, but living at her old place as a “favor”? What´s the deal?

He was a bit confused, but so far, there´s no problem. This was something good to him. Pretty convenient actually. He´s closer to the office, which means, no two-hour ride to the office. He can add that time to his sleep, which will boost his productivity. That´s great!

He´ll be fully rested, with 100-percent of his energy. Therefore, he´ll deliver the best results at the office! This was great! The only problem…

“Ugh! Come… come on…” He struggled as he tried to pull one of the drawers.

The TV was located on an antique, wooden-crafted, piece of furniture. An elegant drawer. With six drawers in total, three on each side. Above that, rested a huge, flat-screen television. Maybe this was a bit out-fashioned. Not so modern, but let´s keep in mind that this place hasn´t been used for a while.

Maybe it´s been over a decade, or two, since she last redecorated the place. Still, he´s certain all things were expensive. Furniture, made on a specific size and under specific orders, that´s not cheap.

Now, he´s struggling to pull one of the drawers, why? Well, it´s made up of wood, so it could be stuck due to the lack of use. And two, the size of the drawer, it must be at least three times the size of a normal one. And four-times heavier than the ones he´s used to. But that was not the big deal, in the end, he was able to open it. The actual problem is what came next.

“Almost… oh!” He pulled, and was finally capable of getting the drawer to open. When the thing pulled open, he fell back, let go of it and landed on his butt. The good thing is that there´s a soft carpet on the floor. However, when he go up…

“Ok, let´s put my… my… is that…” He freaked out.

The drawer he chose was one at the bottom, left side. A convenient place, since he could look at the insides from above. The middle one could´ve been an option too, but the ones at the top, well, those are a bit too high. But that´s not the main deal.

Harvey froze, the drawer was not exactly empty. It was kind of… filled with panties.

Huge panties, in dark colors, some red, some black, some of a deep pink. All belonging to a certain woman that could wear them. Mrs. Stalwart.

His heart pounded, was that her underwear? It surely was, he only had to look at the size. He was overwhelmed by it, he had a question, has she… used them?

He swallowed, and before he fell in temptation, he shut the drawer close. He pushed hard, and got it to close again. This wasn´t good.

Then, he pulled the drawer above that one, out of curiosity. And once he got it open, he looked inside. He almost broke in sweat as he witnessed what was inside. Bras. Huge brassieres. All belonging to the same person.

He only had to look at the size of it to match it with the size of her tits. What size could they be? ZZZ-squared?

Vera Stalwart certainly has the biggest bosom there is. Her full breasts are certainly in need for brassieres of special proportions. Right now, he´s meeting them for the first time. He could use the whole thing as a hammock if he wanted.

Harvey had no idea what to do. Should he pull one out? He was tempted. But he couldn´t! It was so disrespectful. He didn´t even dare pull them out to put his stuff inside.

He did the only thing he thought would be appropriate. Close the drawer, grab his stuff and move to the guest´s room. Surely, those drawers would be empty.

This will be a topic to discuss at the office. She will certainly ask him how things went, and then, he´ll explain her this small… issue.