Encompassing beeps signalled a flurry of orders around Drew as he idly stared at the moving mop in his hands, it was the late afternoon rush, so work was busy, and as per usual he had been relegated to cleaning duties. The phrase ‘too small’ was becoming a regular occurrence for him. He had asked to be given an opportunity to try food assembly, yet failed miserably, after all he had never worked in fast food before since his youth was filled with piggybacking off his father success. Front desk wasn’t in the question either, it was simply too impractical for someone who could barely see over the bench to take people’s orders.

Most of the co-workers past the age of 21 fit somewhere in his tax bracket, the third lowest in the system, their heights ranged from anywhere from the lower end of two feet and the upper limit being around four feet, Drew found himself somewhere in the middle. However, anyone under the age of 21 were able to maintain the size of the bracket that their legal guardians fit into, creating a strange dichotomy where the younger workers towered over their elders who had the misfortune of not finding a well-paying job out of school or university, or in Drew’s case – one who has had their life suddenly fall apart. It was miserable, he was a 25-year-old man working with teenagers and dropkicks mopping up the grimy floors of a bustling McDonald’s.

The worst part was Casey Pierce, his 19-year-old manager, a lofty 13-foot blonde, whose mother owned the store and many others. He couldn’t help but crane his neck slightly as he watched her step over co-workers as she came his way, she adorned the classic McDonald’s manager outfit, her curves showing through the unflattering blue button up and long dark grey pants.

“Out of the way dipshit,” she commanded from high above, she didn’t bother looking down at the worker who was in her way, a meagre two-footer. He couldn’t help but feel sympathetic, the guy barely came up to halfway on her shin.

Before the poor soul had a chance to react Casey’s huge leg flew past him, the weight behind her grease covered boot clipped his shoulder and sent him sprawling over the filthy floor. With nothing but a single thunderous step, a slight smirk crept its way onto her makeup covered face, it’s not like she enjoyed working, but toying with all the little workers put a smile on her face, being so much bigger than everyone else here had its perks.

“Drew, come here,” she demanded, as two forceful steps later her legs soared right over the top of his head, he ducked to avoid a similar fate to the man picking himself up off the floor. Casey hadn’t tried to hit him though, instead opted to walk right over him just to remind herself that she could.

She patted the back of her leg like she was signalling a dog to follow her.

“Bitch,” he muttered under his breath.

Chasing after someone four times your size was not an easy task, each of her steps covered a distance he wouldn’t even be able to jump to. Drew found himself going into an awkward jog just to keep up with her brisk walking pace.

Casey led them into the break room and waited by the door for him to jog his way in, he noticed her stop by the entrance and came to an ease.

“In,” she stated, it was not a suggestion rather a command.

Her conventionally attractive face sneered down far below her, she had to lean at the waist just to get a look at him over her considerable bust.

He looked down and averted her gaze, he wanted to stand up for himself but if he had to be honest, he was utterly terrified of her.

All it took was a look at her dirty Doc Martens. Her foot flexed, and the leather creaked as it contained the beasts within, her boots alone were easily half the size of his whole body.

“I can’t imagine how hard it must be to mop the floors on a day-to-day basis,” she mocked with a flick of her hair as her stare lifted from him, her boots raised off the ground as she made her way across the room and pulled out the one plastic chair that was suited to her size.

Drew gulped, he was confronted with a being whose very strides caused vibrations through his body, it was like he was back in primary school being scolded by a teacher, but this time his teacher was a young gigantic curvy blonde with a distaste for those less fortunate than her.

The chair screeched against the floor until it settled behind her and she ungraciously lowered her hulking form down onto it.

His eyes darted to the thick legs of the chair as they bulged outwards slightly and strained under her heavy weight, while most furniture nowadays was built to withstand the mass of people who seemingly defied the laws of physics, it was still apparent the immensity they casually wielded by how their bodies caused well-constructed pieces of furniture to bend to their whims.

The seat groaned once more as she leaned back into it, her left leg stretched out with a loud thud as her heavy boot settled on the ground, her right soon followed and crossed itself over the other.

“So, anyway,” she said haphazardly, while checking her nails, she offered no attention to the tiny man, “Mum says we need to get rid of some employees and seeing as all you do is mop like the same area every day, I thought you were a good candidate,” with that her ice-cold eyes made contact with his, “sorry I guess.”

“B-but… no, y-you can’t,” he mumbled, his pupils dilating as he processed the situation.

Thud. Thud.

His vision was taken up by black pillars, his body barely the thickness of one of her calves. He slowly began to tilt his head back, further, and further, he took a step back to take in her giant form.

“Dunno what to tell you,” she said, her hands rested on her hips as she looked down at him, not being bothered to lean down she only saw the top of his head, “you got everything you need with you? my shift’s about to end and I’m not waiting around for your tiny ass.”

Drew stood their dumbfounded, he couldn’t even hold a job at McDonald’s. The census date to find out the new tax brackets was next week, and he’d just lost his job, again. Would he only slide down a single bracket, or find himself in the lowest, he couldn’t begin to imagine how life would be at six inches. No – that wasn’t even the worst of it, if he found himself completely broke, he would be considered a sub, someone with no rights, a human being who only stood at half an inch was no longer considered human.

“Helloooo, Earth to Drew,” her annoying voice called from above. He ignored her words and shook like a leaf.

Casey squatted down and cast a looming shadow over him, her huge hands reached towards him, and her trunk-like fingers wrapped themselves around his torso as if he were a slightly oversized doll. “God, talk about dramatic,” she muttered to no one in particular.

The sudden movement shook him out of his cathartic state as he struggled in her grip, “wait, let me go, you can’t do this!” his confusion turned to anger.

A large bellow boomed from his captor as she lifted him towards her face, “look at you,” she teased as she shook his body back and forth, his torso was compressed in her tight grip while his limbs helplessly flailed around, “I can do whatever the fuck I want dumbass.”

Drew wished he could argue with that logic, but she was right, he was nothing but a rag doll in her hands, no matter how hard he budged against her thick fingers there was no chance her grip would loosen.

A sudden shock pulsed through his body as she began to walk, each long stride accompanied by a resounding boom that travelled through his entire body. He now found that he was face to face with her heavy mammaries, they seemed as if they were bouncing around in slow motion to him, their weight wobbling back and forth as each step caused them to sway tantalisingly in his face. Except instead of a feeling of lust, he instead felt intimidated, it wasn’t natural for something so large to exist in the same reality that he did.

He had come to the realisation that there truly was nothing he could do, nothing that anybody his size could do against someone so enormous.

As they left the constant noise of the store, the setting sun hit his face as Casey walked past a couple of customers, their faces only coming up to her wide hips.

She didn’t bother to crouch down and give him a safe landing, instead she dropped him from waist height, he didn’t deserve any effort from her.

He braced his legs and landed on the sun-baked pavement with a thud, his ankles felt the impact as he took the fall and fell to the side, “what the hell was that you stupid bitch!” he shouted up at her, his blood was boiling, he could’ve broken his legs if he had landed poorly.

The sun was setting behind her and the way the light hit her body accentuated the giant’s size, giving her a menacing silhouette, “watch what you say, runt,” she spat.

Suddenly, her large boot struck him in the stomach, it was more of a push as he fell forward onto the grungy leather and felt the force pick up as he was sent flying backwards, his limp body bounced across the ground.

“You should really watch what you say to your superiors, Drew,” she asserted, her eyes scowled at his pathetic form, it was disrespect at its utmost form for him to think he had the privilege of cussing her out.

The defeated man slowly raised his head, body aching all over, he watched as his tormenter disappeared inside.

The injustice of what had just happened dawned on him, plainly put, he was assaulted. She wasn’t going to get away with this.

A wave of determination rushed over him.

“Casey Pierce…” he weakly breathed, “I’m going to ruin your life…”