Corporate Rivalry: Chapter 1

In 1987, Congress passed the Size Equal Protections Act, commonly known as SEPA, which sought to recognize the legal equality between Brobdingnagian, Gulliverian, and the Lilliputian peoples of the world. It had come with some reluctance of the Brobdingnags, who, given their overwhelming size, tended to dominate in both a political and military sense, but it was not without purpose; the Lilliputian people had developed a knack for advanced technology in order to compensate for their size in a world where it was still rumoured that some elite members of Brobdingnag high society still met in secret to participate in private invitational 'live tasting' events... Indeed, though the practice had long since dropped out of regular cultural acceptance, it was a matter of historical fact that many Lilliputian explorers had met an almost unbelievable end at the maws of the giant people of Brobdingnag in the age of sail. It had taken hundreds of years of cultural interaction and diplomatic pleas to the Gulliverians to support their cause, before the Brobdingnagians came to accept Lilliput as a sovereign realm, and even longer before they came to accept them as human beings (if far removed in a matter of size).

Now, 34 years after SEPA had come into effect, corporations are legally obligated to employ staff of every size. Lilliput, renowned for their computer technology, has become a surprising economic powerhouse, with homes, businesses, and government entities the world over employing their engineers and technicians to maintain the countless arrays of compact, nigh microscopic servers that run the world. This interaction between peoples of vastly differing sizes has not been without peril of course; even today it is not unheard of for an entire shift of Lilliputian workers to go missing, only for DNA tests to confirm the identities of a series of red stains on the sole of a Brobdingnagian house wife's slippers, ill informed that her husband's computer was scheduled for service that day. These incidents were rarely subject to legal ramification however; compromises to have the kingdom of Brobdingnag sign the act had ensured that casualties that could not be proven as malicious acts would default to 'accidental' in a court of law, and no penalties applied.

But you already knew all this of course...

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Jeanine straightened the stack of papers in her hands for the umpteenth time, fidgeting with them out of habit. The Lilliputian woman was anything but nervous, to the contrary she was quite satisfied that her materials would prove to her boss that the telemarketing crew of Energy Planet needed more flexible plans to offer potential customers if they were going to establish a foothold in the New York. With regulations recently changing in the state, they could now offer energy contracts to residential clients, and their competition was just as eager to get a slice of that pie. Jeanine smiled; she was analytical at heart, and had done her due diligence in researching the contract plans their competitors were offering; far more flexible than their own, and much more suited to the non-committal clientele their marketing research had indicated would be within NYC. They had to change their plans to adapt, or risk losing this profitable new market altogether.

She stole a glance at her monitor; 9:55, the meeting would start soon. She quickly scooped her up materials and pushed her rolling chair away from her desk. As she made her way towards the hyperloop terminal that would take her to the meeting room, she was interrupted by a tremor in the floor. She knew from experience to immediately stop walking if she wanted to keep her footing, and sure enough, within moments the towering form of her Brobdingnagian co-worker appeared around the corner, her simple act of walking shaking the foundations of the platform that housed the entire Lilliputian workforce at Energy Planet. Even at waist height to a Brobdingnagian, Jeanine still had to strain her neck back to see her face, which was currently examining the digital sign over the platform which displayed the radio frequencies appropriate to each employee. The massive hand of the giant woman rose up to her face, creating a gust of wind that threatened to blow Jeanine and her folder of papers over, as she casually adjusted her glasses and brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. Jeanine waited patiently, knowing what was coming next, as she watched the billboard sized eyes flick from name to name on the monitor until they rested upon their target. The enormous hand once more rose up (Jeanine instinctively clutched her documents and held her modest skirt down in anticipation of the resulting gust of wind), this time to tune the micro-headset in her ear to the channel she wanted. Jeanine could see 'COMPACT' stenciled on the headset, and in her mind, guffawed slightly; the device in her co-workers ear might be considered a micro-headset at her scale, but she had no doubt she could have crawled inside the ear bud portion and fit with room to stretch.

Even with the sound absorbing design and muffling materials engineered into the Lilliputian work place, Jeanine could still feel the rumble in her sternum as she spoke. She also saw her fellow sized staff members quickly reach under their desks for their protective earmuffs and lamented leaving her own set at her desk. She quickly tried to duck her head into her shoulders in a futile attempt to reduce the volume, to no avail. Her own headset however, clicked on as it received the signal. Brobdingnag voices were just too tremendous for Lilliputians to make out, it so often just sounded like a force of nature instead of a human voice (which had no doubt led to difficulties in being heard and understood during the earliest interactions between their people), though Lilliputians were quick to create technology to compensate for this inability to communicate, and the wireless headset in her ear helped facilitate this.

“Hey Jeanine, is this thing on? Where are you, I can't see you...” chirped the communicator in an easily understandable voice that offered no other indication that the woman producing it was anything but equally sized and at a comfortable speaking distance away. Jeanine was still recoiling from the blast of her voice, and it took her a moment to click the button on her headset to accept the call.

“Hi Nell, yes, it's on, just... You don't have to lean over the platform to speak to me, you know it really disrupts the office here right?” Jeanine replied, looking up at the monumentally sized face of the blonde bespectacled woman, looming over what would seem like a regular desk to her but what in reality housed well over a hundred office staff and their work stations.

“Uh huh, yeah,” said Nell, still scouting over the maze of cubicles as she tried to spot the specific ant in the nest she was speaking to, and clearly untroubled by Jeanine's plea. “Where the hell are you? I always forget where your station is...”

Jeanine vowed she would never leave her desk again without her hearing protection. Clutching her ears again, she replied; “Don't worry about where I am Nell, I was just heading to the hyperloop to get to the meeting and I-” but before she could finish, she saw Nell's eyes flick to her, and her pupils flared slightly in a way that would likely be imperceptible to someone her own size but which made them look almost predatory to Jeanine.

“Found you!” chirped the headset, as Jeanine calculated she would go deaf before her first gray hair if this kept up, as Nell's excited voice threatened to burst her ear drums. She continued; “I'm on my way over right now but I thought I'd offer to bring you along, you don't need that stuffy old hyper thingy you guys are always using...”

Before Jeanine could think to say anything, Nell brought her upturned finger over her. Jeanine had to suppress a yelp of fear as the finger, wider than a Lilliputian bus, descended down, and the glossy painted red finger nail that could have casually split her in half touched down a body length away from her, the sheer force of the impact knocking Jeanine on her ass as she reflexively crawled backwards away from it. The other Lilliputian staff scattered, abandoning their work stations, as they gave Nell's massive digit a wide berth.

“Hop on, I'll take you over.” said Nell, her earth shaking voice not quite as loud to Jeanine as the rapid thumping of her heart seemingly ready to burst out of her chest. Jeanine tapped the headset to mute it as she hyperventilated for a couple seconds, trying to get control of herself. “Did you get in? I can't feel you...” Nell once again said, lifting her finger nail up and bringing it to her face. Jeanine slowed her breathing as Nell squinted through her glasses trying to determine if the Lilliputian woman was indeed in the cusp of her finger nail.

“No it's...” Jeanine cussed under her breath, realizing she still had the mic muted. She was completely rattled, and though she'd managed to get her breathing under control, her heart continued to pound. She clicked her headset and continued; “No Nell it's okay, I'll just take the hyperloop. You know it's against office policy for size differential staff to transport each other around. The hyperloop is way safer for Lilliputians to get around. I'll see you there...”

“Oh, well suit yourself then.” miffed Nell. Jeanine couldn't tell if she was genuinely offended or just laughing it off, and frankly she didn't care; Jeanine had heard the stories of what had happened to Lilliputian staff in the past who had been pressured into accepting a lift from a Brobdingnagian co-worker... Falling to her doom or getting scalded to death because they forgot you were in their hand when they picked up a coliseum sized cup of hot coffee was not on her agenda for the day. She shuddered at the thought, as Nell turned to leave. “Oh,” Nell continued, her voice thankfully facing away from the Lilliputian work area this time, “Good luck with your presentation by the way...” her voice trailing off as she left transmission range with only a few steps.

Jeanine stood up, collecting her fallen documents and straightening them out once again. She dusted off her skirt, and felt all eyes on her from the rest of her Lilliputian co-workers; you were never popular when you attracted the attention of the one of the 'Brobs', as they were known in shorthand, and even though they knew she hadn't done it intentionally, she could feel their annoyance as they quietly returned to their work stations. Honestly, she found it hard to blame them, Nell was particularly egregious in disregarding societal norms about Brobs not getting too close to Lilliputians unless absolutely necessary. Some people might think that was 'progressive' of her, to not treat them as any different, but most Lilliputians would just consider it 'hazardous'...

~ ~ ~

Jeanine made sure her headset mic was off as she cussed to herself exiting the hyperloop train. She had been composed and ready not 10 minutes ago, but the brush with Nell had done much to unnerve her. To make matters worse, the time lost to Nell's 'kind offer' meant she had missed her scheduled train car by no more than a handful of seconds, the doors snapping shut just as she rounded the corner to the boarding platform. This meant the meeting introductions were already under way by the time she had gotten there, exiting the next train. Jeanine exited the terminal at the meeting desk station (which probably looked like some kind of desk mounted pen holder to the Brobs, and some manner of child sized train station playset to the Gulliverians of the office), and keying her headset into the meeting hall frequency, double tapped her mic. She saw the absolutely massive Brob sized monitor hanging over the meeting hall table upon which she stood, listing a series of staff, and a red light winking green next to her own name to signify she had connected to the multi channel audio call. She also noted, frustratingly, that she was the only scheduled member of staff who wasn't signed in at the time.

“Ah, Jeanine, thank you for joining us.” her headset chirped, this time in a male voice she recognized as her department manager. He spoke in a tone that told her he acknowledged her being late but that he wasn't actually concerned about it. John sat at the far end of the table, chairing the meeting, and had a swath of papers before him that could probably be folded into a paper airplane that would even support a Gulliverian. The Brobdingnagian man sat in a crisply tailored business suit, his gaze politely turned towards the hyperloop terminal he knew she must have just exited. There was absolutely no way he could have actually spotted her at this distance with their size difference, but Jeanine appreciated the gesture all the same. Even at this distance, she could make out his well defined facial features; had he not been a Brob, she might even fancy an office romance with him... Though she was well aware of the impracticalities that would present to a couple of their height difference.

“Sorry, sorry, just missed my train...” Jeanine responded, “I hope I haven't missed anything?”

“No, nothing to worry about, we were just wrapping up introductions but I believe you've already met everyone scheduled for this meeting” John answered, reviewing the list of present staff members.

“See? Should have just let me give you a ride...” said the familiar ear shatteringly loud voice of Nell. Jeanine yelped involuntarily, the booming voice startling her. Jeanine spun around and realized her misfortune; Nell had been seated (or maybe chosen to sit?) at the chair directly beside the hyperloop terminal; somehow Jeanine hadn't noticed until she spoke, her focus on John and trying to get to the meeting on time. Jeanine noticed with some apprehension that Nell was very close to the desk upon which she now stood, and she felt her heart drop when she realized the presentation terminal that had been set up for her was 'conveniently' located even closer to Nell, practically right in front of her. Jeanine quickly swallowed her anxiety as best she could, and though she refused to show it, proceeded towards the desk with a not negligible amount of reluctance.

“Now Nell, you know that's against office policy. We've had far too many accidents in the past regarding that. Our Lilliputian staff take the hyperloop for their own safety, and we're aiming for an accident free year here at the office.” said John. Jeanine was happy to hear someone else say it, particularly John, but she couldn't help but pick up something in the way he'd said it... It wasn't the implication of an accident, it was common knowledge in the office that last year they'd had a few incidents of Lilliputians being killed in regrettable circumstance, Jeanine had been on vacation last year when her own supervisor Kim was killed in some kind of accident (she didn't know the details, it was common for such incidents to be kept to the HR department and whatever happened hadn't made it's way to the Lilliputian staff) but it sounded like there was something else in his tone. It was a nagging feeling but she quickly brushed it aside, she was already late for the meeting, she had to focus on nailing her presentation right now. She quickly settled in and tried to ignore the looming presence of Nell directly behind her.

“Now with the introductions out of the way, I believe the first subject on the agenda is Jeanine's study of the New York regional market. Jeanine, if you're ready to begin?”

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“... so in conclusion, in order for Energy Planet to gain a foothold in New York state, we need to adapt the variety and duration of contracts we offer our potential clients. Our competitors have already clued in on this, but I believe we can offer shorter terms to get new customers on board; year long contracts are not something the people of New York are ready to sign on for, we need to offer 6, or even 3 month contracts, to help our new clients not feel so threatened by a year long agreement they feel they might regret. Thank you.”

“Jeanine, thank you very much for your presentation, I can see you've really gone above and beyond on this.” said John, without hesitation. Jeanine felt herself blush at the compliment, and was glad the camera that had broadcasted her presentation had automatically turned off after finished her concluding statement. “I think you've really gotten to the heart of the trouble we've had getting a foothold in the region, and if you're ready to draft up a new set of short term contract options we can offer our customers as an introductory trial, I'd like to put you in charge of the NYC marketing division as soon as next week.”

Jeanine almost jumped out of her seat in shock. She had worked hard for it, she knew, but she didn't expect a sudden promotion like this to oversee the New York regional division, this was beyond anything she imagined could have come from her presentation. Apparently she wasn't the only one in shock either; without warning, a massive ceramic mug bigger than the hyperloop station she had arrived from slammed down with a single ***THUMP*** not far from where Jeanine was seated. The force of the impact knocked down everything at her presentation terminal, and Jeanine shrieked as she was blasted by the sudden surge of force. She watched as, almost seemingly in slow motion, globules of brown coffee the size of beach balls sailed through the air, before splashing down around her. Thankfully it was cooled enough at that point to only be minimally warm, but Jeanine was coated with the thick brown muck all the same.

“Oh my god, Jeanine, are you alright?” said the panicked voice of John in her (thankfully fluid proofed) headset, and after sputtering a few times and wiping the coffee off her face, she saw that he was already standing up from his seat and leaning towards her to try and see if she was okay. She replied;

“Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, what was tha-”

“Oh... Sorry Jean, I lost my grip there, should I get a napkin and clean you up?” said the voice of Nell in her headset, and Jeanine instantly had visions of her being smeared into the tabletop by a giant paper towel.

“THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY!” Jeanine shouted, before realizing how loudly she'd said it. She followed up with a few coughs, rattled again for the third time that day.

“Are you sure? I know I have one somewhere here in my purse...” said Nell again, lifting her enormous designer handbag up and dropping it not much further away than the coffee mug now sat, again causing Jeanine to bounce a couple feet into the air against her will as it dropped. She began to rummage through it, before Jeanine again, rather loudly, assured her it would not be necessary, hoping she wasn't betraying her panic.

“Nell, please, Jeanine is alright, we'll get her to the Lilliputian rest room she can get herself cleaned up. Jeanine, I'm so sorry, but at least you finished your presentation before that happened. You're dismissed from the meeting, go get yourself cleaned up and take an extended lunch break, just shoot me an email whenever you're ready and back on task. Don't worry about the mess, we'll clean it up after you've left. Nell, if you'd see me in my office after we're done here?”

Jeanine breathed a sigh of relief, she had nailed her presentation, gotten a promotion to head of the New York state division, and it seemed like John was going to talk some sense into Nell. She tried to relax. It had been a long morning, but she tried to frame it in her mind in a positive way. She had a lot to be positive about, and she was already spinning up her first draft of the new contract options in her mind as she thanked John and excused herself to the hyperloop. She boarded the next train back to the Lilliputian staff area, and started to make her way to the restroom to clean up. As she walked into the bathroom, she saw her co-worker Ruby applying some fresh lipstick in the mirror. Ruby caught her in the mirror reflection, and turned to her.

“Holy shit Jeanine, what happened to you?” she said, eyeing up her coffee stained attire.

“I had another run in with Nell and her Brob sized coffee spill... now shove over so I can get at that sink” Jeanine said, but still smiling all the same.

“No one gets soaked in that swill the Brobs call coffee and stays smiling unless they have a pretty good reason for it, I guess your presentation went well?”

“Oh Ruby you have no idea; John wants me to take over the New York division next week. I just had to outline why our existing contract options weren't cutting it, and how we had to offer shorter terms to get customers on board. He loved it!”

“Wow... Jeanine I uh... I don't know what to say. I guess congratulations foremost but... Just be careful, okay?”

“Why, what do you mean?” said Jeanine, still on cloud nine as she relived John's compliment in her head, smiling even as she leaned forward to soak her hair in the sink and rinse out of the coffee grounds.

“I mean... Jeanine you DO know who wrote up the old contracts for New York, right?”

“No, must have been someone who didn't do their research into the market though, whoever did was an idiot for su-”

“Jean. Listen to me. NELL wrote those old contracts up. She's been gunning to take the lead on New York ever since the regulations changed that allowed us to sell energy contracts to residents of the state.” Ruby said,

Jeanine felt her blood turn ice cold.

“Sh- she did?” Jeanine said, pulling her head out of the sink to look at Ruby, who's concern was evident on her face.

“Yeah... She did. Look, Jeanine, I know this is important to you, and you are definitely the person who should have the job, but maybe consider sitting this one out?”

“I... I have to get back to my desk, thank you Ruby I'll... I'll talk to you later.” said Jeanine, barely bothering to squeeze the water out of her hair and ignoring that her clothes were still dripping with coffee.

“Jean... Jean!” said Ruby, making a half-hearted attempt to follow her before sighing and turning back to the mirrror. “Fuck, I hope she's alright...”

Jeanine sat down at her cubicle, grimacing as the coffee in her skirt was pressed out of the fabric by her body weight. She ignored the questioning stares of her co-workers as the brown liquid seeped out of her clothing. 'Work.' she said to herself mentally, turning on the computer monitor, 'Just... get to work and put all of this out of your mind.' Fate had other plans it would seem, however, as Jeanine noticed a new email from John in her inbox. With some trepidation, Jeanine opened it.

“Hey Jeanine;

I just wanted to follow up with you about the meeting. Again, congratulations on your promotion! We can discuss the terms of that soon, I'll pencil you in some time before Friday so we can figure that out. I just wanted you to know I spoke to Nell about being more careful; I'm sure you already know it was an accident, but she really feels awful about it and requested I ask you to swing by her cubicle so she could apologize in person. I hope you'll do that, she'd feel a lot better about it, and I think it'd be good for your working relationship with her; I guess I haven't mentioned yet, but Nell will be your right hand on the New York division once we get you set up, so a professional showing of no hard feelings will go a long way here between you two. Feel free to take an extra coffee break after lunch today too (if you haven't already had enough coffee for one week, ha!).

- John”

Jeanine bit her tongue so as not to scream.

~ ~ ~


Jeanine had taken John up on that extended lunch break. After the initial shock had worn off, she had found the time to, at last, squeeze most of the remaining coffee fluids out of her clothes. Now she sat in her chair, quietly sipping an herbal tea, so chosen because she knew she would have enough trouble sleeping tonight, she didn't need the extra caffeine. Still, the hardest task yet lay before her; John was expecting her to make nice with Nell, a colossus of a woman who could, and almost had twice today already, crushed her to a pulp with the slightest motion. A woman whom she had just unknowingly sniped a promotion from, whom she had spent an hour criticizing the work of. How easy would it have been for her to just swat her like a gnat before she even saw it coming? She had been doing her best to ignore her during her entire presentation... She winced imagining what Nell's face must have looked like during her presentation, as this insect of a woman sat on the table in front of her, and told their boss that her contract work had been ill researched and implemented without an understanding of the market... Oh god... and she was going to have to face her again. Today. In less than an hour... Jeanine thought about what Ruby had said. Maybe she could tell Nell that she didn't want the position, and that she'd recommend her instead? Would that be enough? She didn't know. This promotion meant everything to her, she'd finally be able to move out of her shitty little Lilliputian hex cell apartment... The Gulliverians jokingly called them 'Hives' because of how much they resembled the homes of bees... Was she willing to risk Nell's wrath to do this? Nell wouldn't... murder her... would she..?

She was still lost in thought when the email notification popped up on her screen.

“Hey Jeanine;

Can I speak to you? I have a few minutes free and I'd like to apologize for earlier at the meeting in person. I'll see you at my cubicle in 5?

<3, Nell”

She was out of time. Whatever she decided to do, she was going to have to do it in front of Nell. She swallowed the pit in her throat, stood up, and started walking to the hyperloop terminal.

~ ~ ~

Jeanine really did consider just missing the stop that would take her to Nell's desk. She considered just staying on that hyperloop train until it circled the office a hundred times over and the day was done and she could go home, but she knew she had to do this. She still wasn't sure what she was going to say, she couldn't even think. She was just on autopilot, her mind somewhere else as she tried to formulate a plan. She barely even noticed when she exited the hyperloop train and saw the glowing sign stating “TERMINAL 79B: B. STAFF CUBICLE BLOCK”. She was here, she'd come this far, she had to do this. She inhaled, and stepped out to the shuttle craft that would take her to Nell.

“Oh, hey! I didn't know if you'd make the time!” said Nell, the radio headset tuning in as the shuttle craft docked at the minuscule platform built into the side of Nell's desk (so built as to avoid damage when Brobdingnagians shuffled items around on their desks). Jeanine tapped her headset, accepting the call.

“Yeah... I'm here, just hang on I'm taking the lift up to your desk.”

Jeanine took one last deep breath, and pressed the 'Surface' button of the lift. The elevator quietly closed the doors and slid up, a perfectly level hatch sliding away as it rose up above the desk and opened to let her out. Jeanine exhaled, and exiting the lift, turned to look up at Nell. She was surprised to see her smiling, and respectfully keeping her face far enough away that speaking wouldn't knock her down with the force of her voice. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all..?

“Hey Jeanine, thanks for coming by. I just wanted to talk with you in person about what happened earlier, and about your new position.” Nell said, looking down at Jeanine but leaning back in her chair so as not to subject her to her volume.

“It's alright Nell, I know it was an accident. And look, about my presentation, and about the promotion... I don't know if I'm going to accept it, I-”

“WHAT?” Nell almost shouted, and even leaning back in her chair, Jeanine felt the blast. “Of course you're going to accept it. You've earned it.”

“Well I-

“No well I, you picked apart the New York plan, found some problems, and offered a solution. You earned it.”

“I... well... thank you Nell, I-”

“But.” interrupted Nell. Jeanine suddenly felt very tense. “There's something I have to explain to you too.”

Nell leaned slightly forward in her chair, scrutinizing Jeanine, who was front and center in front of her, and continued;

“I've been with this company for a long time Jean. You don't mind if I call you that, right Jean? Little Jeanie? Oh, I could keep you in a lamp... Wouldn't that be funny...” Nell smirked at her joke, her eyes focused squarely on the Lilliputian before her. Jeanine suddenly felt very, very exposed.

“So Jean, or Jeanie, I haven't decided yet... Here's what I need you to understand.” Nell rested her forearms on the edge of the desk, her hands coming together to touch her fingers at their tips, and at the same time, forming a shadowy canopy over Jeanine. “I'm willing to admit when I'm wrong. But I will not tolerate being made a fool in front of my colleagues, particularly John. And especially...” Nell said, Jeanine detecting the venom in her tone on the last word, “Especially, not by one of your kind.”

Jeanine instinctively backed away as Nell slowly began to lean forward “Because the next time you're on that meeting desk, I might just have an accident. Maybe little ol' Nell with her prescription glasses won't see you, and maybe she'll... lean a little too far forward as she's getting up...”

Jeanine went wide eyed and mumbled 'oh my god' to herself under her breath, as Nell pushed out her chest, and her gargantuan, city block sized breasts strained against the fabric, their sheer mass impressed upon Jeanine as the buttons of her blouse struggled to contain them. Nell took a deep breath as she leaned forward ever more, her boobs pushing so hard Jeanine could see the lip of her satin bra over the edge of her shirt, as they descended towards her. Jeanine fell backwards and began scooting away from the all becoming chest, now enveloped in their looming shadow, as she unabashedly screamed for her life.

“And my little Jeanie will be squished flat under Nell's big, heavy chest...” said Nell, in a syrupy mocking tone that left no doubts that, if Jeanine could somehow have seen her face over her monolithic rack, she'd be biting her lip. “And maybe John will notice a little splat on the underside of my tits, while I'm giving him the best titfuck of his life. And I'll tell him I must have dripped a little jam on myself during lunch, and how would I have seen it there? My tits are so fucking huge, if something were to end up beneath them... How would I even notice? And he'll laugh as I run my finger over what's left of Little Jeanie and lick her off my finger just before I take his big fucking cock in my mouth and smear you all along the length of his shaft with my tongue... Because that's why he always asks me to stay behind after the meetings are done... Because I have the biggest tits of any girl in the office, Little Jeanie, and he likes fucking my big... heavy... tits.”

And just before Jeanine thought she was going to be smashed to paste under Nell's breasts, they stopped, inches from coming down on top of her. Nell held them there for what felt like Jeanine for an eternity, her eyes closed, relishing in how easy it would be to just drop the full weight of her chest on this pest and be done with her... and no one would even notice.

“Because you know what happened to little Kim, don't you, Little Jeanie?” said Nell, releasing her from her torment as she stood up and threw her purse strap over her shoulder. Jeanine was laid out flat on the desk, covered in a cold sweat despite just having been subjected to the sweltering body heat of Nell, her heart racing and pounding in her ears.

“W- What did you do to her?” Jeanine asked, almost instantly regretting asking, realizing she probably didn't want to know.

“Little Kim had an accident... They think she got swept off the meeting desk by the fluttering of some papers, and onto my chair while I was getting a glass of water...” Nell said, turning around to collect her coat from the hanger at the edge of her cubicle. “And little Kim went SPLAT” Nell said, slapping her curvaceous ass through her skirt for emphasis. Jeanine felt the crack of the impact in her ears, and watched the ripple from the slap cascade out across Nell's massive posterior. Nell turned around, a predatory look on her face as she put on her coat, but kept her eyes locked on the distant dot on her desk that represented Jeanine.

“And really, it was an honest mistake, swear to god. No, really! I didn't even notice! How could I? You Lilliputians are so fucking tiny, and my big butt is so... not...” Nell's smirked somehow widened even more. “They did an investigation around the office, and finally pieced together what had happened by tracking her headset before it went dark... At first I felt pretty bad about it, but under SEPA I couldn't be charged, especially when they noted I need glasses to see much of anything. HR hushed the whole thing up. The whole thing was... well in retrospect... It was pretty fucking hot.”

Jeanine was horrified, and before she could even think to stop herself, she muttered “... Monster.” Jeanine felt the colour drain from her face when she realized her mic was still active.

“Yeah, that's right, you little fucking bug...” Nell leaned in until her eyes were almost level with the desk, her mouth, mercifully at least, below the level of the desk, preventing her voice from battering the Lilliputian woman, “I'm a big fucking monster, with big monster titties, and a big monster ass, and if you're not careful...” Nell raised her face up and let her tongue roll out of her mouth, bathing Jeanine in the hot, sweltering humidity of her breath as she waggled it teasingly in front of the diminutive woman, before pulling it back in, and making an ear cracking kiss with her gigantic lips. “I might just gobble you up like a big fucking monster too.”

“See you at the next meeting...” Nell smirked, and turned to leave the cubicle, each colossal footfall shaking the desk Jeanine still stood on.

Jeanine just laid there for a while.