Heather jogged ten miles that afternoon. She made Ben feel every step. Her massive glutes encompassed his entire existence, powerfully compressing his body with each flex. Her panties crept deep between her cheeks more and more over the course of her run, bringing Ben with them. The fleshy prison was extremely hot and humid, but Ben knew it wasn’t his own sweat he was drenched in; it was Heather’s. 

And he loved it. Every second of her jog, feeling her power pulsate through her posterior, being her insignificant slave, he loved all of it. He could hear Heather periodically greet passersby on the sidewalk, and they would greet her back. Everyone loved Heather. He could visualize that charismatic smile she flashed. What’s not to love? He was losing himself in her. She was breaking him down fast.

The jog continued. Constantly pushed into the warm mounds of her ass, Ben came multiple times, knowing this is the closest he would ever come to true heaven. Eventually, he could feel her stride slow down. And the run was over.

He heard the front door to their apartment unlock, the door open, felt the sway of Heather’s perky ass as she entered. Her glutes were relaxing now, becoming softer and less constricting. She walked across the apartment and back into the bedroom, where she sat on the bed for a moment to take her shoes off. Ben was momentarily pinned against her and the bed. She stood again, and undressed. Heather held her panties up for a moment, just to examine her subject. 

Pleased with herself, she took the panties over to her desk, and cut Ben free using a small pair of scissors. She carried him back to the bed. Laying down on her back, she dropped Ben on her between her breasts. They were slick with her perspiration. Her whole body was.

“Worship me.”

He understood, and began licking and massaging one of her massive breasts. They were easily stimulated, and Heather was quickly aroused by his tiny hands. She began to finger herself idly. Ben tried to reach the nipple but found he couldn’t quite mount her breast without slipping back down. Heather saw this, and sighed, frustrated. With her free hand, she picked him up and deposited him directly on her areola. Her nipple was just slightly smaller than Ben at this point. He hugged and kissed it, then kneaded the flesh with his hands. Heather moaned with pleasure, and transferred him to the other breast for the same treatment.

Satisfied, Heather tossed Ben back into her sweaty panties, bunching them up and trapping him inside. She stuffed them into one of her jogging shoes, where he would remain until the following morning. He spent the night being assaulted by her scent, lighting his mind ablaze with lust for her.

Monday. Heather showered while Ben cleaned himself with the soap residue streaming down her body and over her feet. He was a half inch tall now. Looking up at the titan he shared a shower with, it was easy to think she truly already was a god.

The water stopped. Heather dipped down to pick up her subject, reached for a towel, and tossed him inside. She dried herself while pushing him into her entire body. Moments later, Heather was dressed in her work attire. She walked off, leaving Ben naked on the bathroom counter. She came back, holding a tiny box, and resting it by Ben.

“Open it.”

He did so, finding a new set of blue stretchy clothing inside.

“Put it on. Today’s your appointment. I don’t want to take you in there naked.”

That’s right! AJ wanted to perform a regular examination and see how I’m doing! This could be my chance! She could save me from all this! She can save me! She can stop Heather! Oh God, I’ll tell her everything.. This could save the whole fucking planet.But could I really leave... Her. No, I have to. She's dangerous. I love her.

He was deeply conflicted. So much of him had already given in to Heather, but there was still a spark of resistance. Salvation was nigh. Heather’s reign would be over before it even started. 

His mind drifted to other things. AJ. Those long, athletic legs of hers. Her striking raven hair. Her cocky, wry sense of humor. Her feminine allure. The smell of her perfume. Her powerful, almost prehensile toes. Ben never dared tell Heather, but he and AJ had a history. An awkward one, at times, but they did share a true bond. AJ knew Ben when he was a little boy. She claimed that she even babysat him sometimes, though this was never proven. She later waited tables on him and his family, watching him grow into a handsome young man. When Ben hit 21, she took him out for his first (legal) drink. After that they’d get hammered together regularly. Then they’d fuck. Eventually Ben met Heather. And AJ met the second asshole she’d marry.

AJ was eccentric, true. Few people really understood how her mind worked. They saw her as a sex object first and last. But she was a true intellectual, and frighteningly honest. Ben knew he could always count on her. And if he had to spend the next several months as a speck, he couldn’t imagine a more trustworthy person to protect him. Also, AJ was kind of a sexhound.

He pondered the possibilities just a little too long. Ben didn’t even notice Heather’s building-sized green eyes were at level with him, scrutinizing him. He trembled under her gaze. The small part of him that had hope for freedom got even smaller. 

She rose again, and set a huge box down beside him. It was the cage.

“Get in.”

45 minutes later Heather arrived at the office. She walked down the corridors of AllTec, greeting coworkers along the way. Nobody asked what was in the cage. They all knew. Word had gotten around. She could have tossed Ben in her purse or a backpack, but no. She carried his cage stridently, wanting the whole world to know she already possessed one human being. Soon they would all be in her cage. Her usually friendly demeanor had taken on an eerily disquieting self confidence.

Ben was carried into a small conference room and set on a polished wood table. A door opened behind him. He heard a pair of high heels, sounded like boots maybe. Female footsteps, for sure, but a bit on the heavy side. A taller woman. It was AJ. Ben couldn’t see from how his cage was positioned, but he knew freedom was near. Barely audible words were exchanged. “Please wait outside,” the woman said to Heather. YES! He would be alone with AJ! He could say whatever he wanted without fear of reprisal from the green eyed goddess of death.

The footsteps came closer, rounding the table, and finally stopping in front of him. From his cage, he could only make out her waist and stomach. She was extremely tall. Too tall. Hips too wide. It wasn’t AJ. Ben’s legs almost gave out from despair, but he knew he still had a chance.

She began pulling a notebook and a recording device out of her bag, resting them on the table. Ben could tell from her large hands she was a powerfully built woman. Skin tone was the same golden shade of Heather’s. Those terrifyingly powerful hands reached over to the door of the cage and opened it. The scent of her rich, sensuous perfume flowed into the cage. A meaty, well manicured finger commandingly tapped twice on the table in front of the cage. Ben got the signal.

He stepped out, and peered forever upward at the titanic examiner. She was clearly an older woman, Ben guessed in her mid-40s. Good shape for that age. Thick build, but not fat. Her white blouse barely contained her huge, Appalachian-sized breasts. She had long, flowing blonde hair. Her face was striking. Perhaps she was the most striking woman Ben had ever seen. Full, luscious lips. Eyes that were piercingly intelligent, and a gorgeous shade of green. Like Heather’s. Just like Heather’s.