2 years ago

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Milton Small had been one of the handful of male interns who was brought on full time at the start of the outbreak. As an afflicted, he was one of the first equal opportunity hires at Venus Inc. Milton’s job was to study the virus and drugs that could help them and their better halves cope. Only he had been struggling with formulating a treatment as it affected men so differently. Some shrunk more and at a greater rate than others. Take Milton for example. After two months of shrinking at a rather rapid rate, he had recently become was one of the smallest men in the city. Shrinking from about a foot and a half tall to a measly 9 inches over the weekend.

Although Milton had pre-purchased smaller clothes in preparation, he did not expect it to accelerate so much so quickly. Which brings us to the start of Milton’s story. Dressed in shorts and a T-shirt in the middle of February,    Milton stood in the breezy cafeteria, shivering in line as he waited his turn.

As he stood there impatiently, a shadow befell him, then two of the largest heels heels he’d ever seen stepped on both sides of him. Fat fleshy feet almost over-flowing from them as the led to huge shapely calves. Whoever this was she was monstrous.

As Milton looked upwards, his gaze was met with the undercarriage of this tall, fat, tank-butted, woman who was giving him quite the show in her business casual skirt. Swaying her mammoth hips impatiently, while the tiny man below her stared up at the chaotic image and gasped. Thong underwear that a couple sizes too small, as a generous bush extended well past its boarders.

“God I feel like I could eat a whole cow right now.” Ms. Evans said as she began tapping her foot impatiently for the line to move.

Then suddenly she felt a tapping on her calf.

“Um excuse me? Miss, I was here first.” Milton said.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t see you there.” Ms. Evans said as she popped a squat right there in front of him. 

Milton found his field of vision surrounded by this mountainous older woman’s flesh, as her bare thighs ballooned outward around him. He tried to look away, but it was almost impossible, as her fat-lipped crotch and pubic overgrowth lay right there front and center. This was not an enjoyable sight for the shrimpy guy, but he didn’t want to offend.

“What’s your name little guy.” Ms. Evans said as she extended a finger towards him.

“I’m Milton. Milton Small.” He squeaked as he he shook the fleshy digit.

Ms. Evan’s giggled a little before apologizing.

“I’m sorry, it’s just a very fitting name. Well it’s a pleasure to meat your acquaintance Mr. Small. I'm Ms. Evans. Apologies about not noticing you earlier. I just have never seen someone so small before, and at Venus Inc. I thought I knew everyone around here but clearly not.”

“That’s okay, I mostly keep to the lab on account of my size. Only I forgot to request snack replenishments last week. Between that and the weekend- just kind of a rough start ya know?” Milton said as he shivered somewhat while trying to keep his eyes from drifting to the grisly peep show right in front of him. It was a failing effort though. The hairy meat-flaps practically drifted closer to him as the ogress hovered over him. Like a vulture circling its meal.

“You got smaller didn’t you? That’s why you’re down there shivering in shorts and a t-shirt in the middle of winter. You poor thing.” Ms. Evans said as she rubbed his head with her finger. Scooching even closer.

Milton was too intimidated to genuinely appreciate the middle-aged lady’s kindness. But he didn’t want to offend.

“Thanks. I’ll be okay though, I’ll just figure something out.” Milton said.

“Nonsense. Look at you scampering about on the floor like a small animal. Someone could step on you, or worse snatch you up.” 

“Like...kidnap me?” Milton asked

“Yes silly goose, kidnap you”

“What would anyone want with someone like me? I’m a freak.”

“Believe me, there’s plenty of folk who’d do just about anything to get their hands on someone like you. Especially us girls” Ms. Evans explained as she remained squatting over him.

Milton gulped as he stared at her pubic overgrowth and fat cunt lips as the swayed over him. She had to know. “I just...I’ve never been good with girls. B-b-besides, I’m only 9 inches tall. What good is that?”

“You lack imagination sweetie. A boyfriend you can carry around in your purse, who will always be there for you, and too small to argue sounds pretty perfect to most women. Plus, 9 inches tall? Believe me Milton, for a big gal like me that’s just about the perfect size.” As Ms Evans said this, she grabbed hold of her skirt and waistband and proceed to “adjust” herself. Only this consisted of her cinching them up slightly, giving Milton an even clearer view as her panties were stretched taut against the fat hairy lips that swayed above him. He could see a wet spot clear as day forming at the epicenter, framed by her overgrowth of pubic hair. He was so close he could even smell her arousal, and it was dizzying.

As Milton stared at the sight before him, He couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread as Ms. Evans “unknowingly” hovered her fat hairy cunt just a few inches above him. It was almost like she was sizing him up.

Ms. Evans chuckled. “My goodness, where are my manners. I’m not used to being around such a short little cutie, I must be giving you quite the show huh?” Ms. Evans said as she pulled her panties even tighter against her fat-lipped camel-toe. 

“I...I...I’m sorry.” 

“No need to apologize sweetie. Besides we’re all adults here. Now, like I was saying, I can’t have you scurrying around like this where you can get kicked, stepped on, or kidnapped. It’s a liability.” Ms. Evans said as she as she snuck her hand behind him and grasped.

Just a few months ago Milton was a normal 5’3 independent man. Now he found himself in the grip of the single fleshy hand of this ample middle age lady. The first of many wake up calls to come he worried.

Ms. Evans brought him up to her face. Seeing her facial features, signs of age & all, from that up close was alarming for the little guy. His fate was literally in her hands.

“Well aren’t you the handsome little geek. Ya know I’ve always had a little soft spot for the smart quiet type. I wasn’t always the big confident woman you see here today.” She said with a smile.

“Th- thanks?” Milton said.

“Awe, I just love your stutter. You can relax though sweetie, I’m not gonna bite. Unless you’d like me to.” Ms. Evans said with a chomp of her teeth.

Milton was startled by the insinuation. He hadn’t thought about that until just now, but she was in fact big enough to eat him. She was starting to scare him.

“Oh Milton, I’m just teasing you. Don’t take things so seriously! Now, like I was saying, I can’t have you just scurrying around on the floor while us big folk go about our day. But I left my bag up in my office, so I’m gonna have to put you in here.” Ms. Evans said as she glanced down with a smirk.

Milton looked down and saw an ocean of overflowing breast meat. They were the biggest tits he ever saw. And not in a good way. Huge, pendulous, sacks of fat, separated by a somewhat wrinkled cleavage, and littered with veins and the occasional unsightly mole. They heaved with each breath as they strained against her bra and blouse.

“You’re making me uncomfortable. I barely know you, please put me down.” Milton asked.

“Oh don’t be such a prude. You science types are always so uptight. You’re shivering and saying no to the safest warmest place in this room. You need to get out of your own way and let me handle this. Besides, it’s not every day I find a guy small enough to fit between the girls, even if they are this big.” Ms. Evans said as she began to used one hand to separate her heavy bosom and began to lower Milton.

Milton kicked and squirmed as he stared down at the shadowy abyss. Pale slightly wrinkled flesh made ruddy from chafing. He could make out a slight sheen of sweat. Only someone as big as Ms. Evans could sweat in the middle of winter.

“Now it may be a tad sweaty in there, but it’ll keep you out of harm’s way and warm you right up!” Ms. Evans said as she deposited the diminutive Milton. Sandwiching him in breast tissue as she fiddled with him to get more comfortable. 

“Oh hi Ms. Evans and oh my, who’s that you got there?” The cafeteria worker said as she stared at the minuscule man up to his neck in the huge CEO’s fat tits.

“This here is Milton! Say hi Milton!” Ms. Evans said as she looked down at him.

[silence]

Annoyed at his lack of any sort of response. Ms. Evans gripped the sides of her pendulous breasts and gave them a threatening press together before easing. Milton could hardly breath as he was smothered by pounds upon pounds of muggy tit flesh. Leaving him disheveled and gasping in its wake.

“It’s not polite to ignore people Milton. We’re all part of a team here at Venus Inc. So go ahead and say hi.” Ms. Evans added as she kept her hands pressed against her tits.

“Sorry, I’m just kinda nervous is all around so many big people. Hi.” Milton said, clearly not wanting the large scary lady to smother him again.

“That’s okay Milton, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve gotta tell you I’ve never seen a man as small as you... in person I mean.” The cafeteria worker said.

“Me neither. I almost stepped on him!” Ms. Evans said as they both giggled.

‘How could they laugh at something like that?’ Milton thought as his prison jiggled around him.

“Well, just for that I’m gonna take half off your order today.” It’s not every day I get to say hello to such a small guy, and the CEO. Come to think of it, it’s been months?” The worker said.

‘CEO?’ Milton thought as he looked up only to find Ms. Evans looking back right at him. The most intimidating woman he ever met just became that much more. It was almost as if she knew he didn’t know, and kept it that way just so she could see him become even more intimidated right before her eyes. Like a killer returning to the scene, she basked in his reaction to this bombshell.

“I know, but I felt like stretching my legs a little today. Plus you can’t go wrong on chicken finger day. I’ll take a large order of those and a Diet Ice Tea. Also an afflicted plate and utensils, for the little guy we’re gonna dine together” Ms. Evans said.

“But I need to get back to the lab” Milton said.

“That’ll be $10.50 please.”

“We’re gonna talk big picture plans here Milton. I need you with me for that. So hang tight while I pay the nice lady.” Ms. Evans said as she quickly reached into her bra and grabbed her credit card.

It may have only been for a second, and overshadowed by her hand, but for a moment he could see her big brown nipple, clear as day standing at full mast. Was she...turned on? What on earth was she planning for him, someone she had just met moments ago?