You soon doze off, waiting alone in the giant office for Debbie to come and presumably reclaim you. But your rest is short lived, as you wake up on the desk to hear a knocking at the door. "Housekeeping!" Calls a woman's voice. You try to shout back that the room is occupied, but your voice is too small, and a moment later the door opens.

Your jaw drops open as you see the woman coming through the door pushing a janitor's cart. She looks about nineteen, maybe twenty, with olive colored freckled skin and long, curly dark hair. The worker's uniform she wears identifies her as working for the cleaning company that services this mall, and even though it's plain and modest by design, you can clearly see they had trouble with the fit in this girl's case as it's loose over what seems like a taught belly but struggling to stretch over her breasts and round, practically couch-pillow sized looking ass cheeks.

On top of that, she's tall - just how tall compared to normal women, you can't gauge for sure, but from comparing her to the height of the doorframe, you estimate at least a full head taller than Debbie. A stud gleans in only one ear. She looks exactly like the type of girl you used chase to cheat on Debbie with.

As you're gawping at this 11/10 natural beauty of a custodian, she works the cart through the office door and shuts it behind her, then pulls a fresh trash bag from a roll on the cart and turns around to spot you staring at her from the barren desktop. "Oh! My! Gawd!" She squeals quietly, covering her mouth and widening hazel-green eyes at you in surprise as she sees you flinch and take a step back. Before you can say anything, she bounds two quick steps to the desk and picks you up for a closer look, seemingly enraptured. "I heard in the bathroom that one of the girls here was bragging about having a tiny toy boy, but I thought they meant, like, some kind of pussywhipped midget! So you're Amanda's!? Are you actually a tiny human? You're not just some fancy doll of hers, are you? I'm Maddie, by the way. What's your name?"

Maddie's breath washes over you in a rush, bringing a hint of bubble gum smell, as she rapid-fires questions without waiting for an answer, casually checking under your makeshift towel to confirm your anatomy and then going on like it was nothing. "Do you have some kind of condition? Are there other people like you?"

She suddenly stops, looking at you expectantly, and you realize you can finally answer. "Um, no I'm the only one and my name is Joe. Nice to meet you. I'm actually Debbie's but Amanda's watching me while she's working. Could you please put me down?" You swallow nervously.

"Debbie? Isn't that the shortstack salesgirl here? Nice, she's pretty hot. Lucky you." Maddie approves, setting you back down on the table and then plopping herself down in Amanda's chair. You take another step back as she promptly crosses her massive arms on the table in front of you and then leans in, resting her chin on them, her pretty face close to yours and giving you a conspiratorial grin. "But I think we both know I'm hotter. If what I overheard was true, then maybe this is both our lucky day to meet."

You gulp as Maddie's grin widens, starting to suspect you know what she's implying. With absolute confidence, she spells it out: "What do you think, little guy? Want to come with me?"

You force yourself to swallow. Not only is this custodian girl hotter than your current owner, but she hasn't really acted like she means to hurt you. (Unlike some of the other giantesses you've escaped from to get back to Debbie.) Are your days of betraying your commitment to her, in favor of taller women, finally over?

Especially when said taller woman is looking down at you with such a... predatory looking... grin, while propositioning you?

...

Little do you know she isn't really giving you a choice. Maddie's already made up her mind about taking you.

The brief gossip she's already heard about you came from Debbie's bragging to her coworkers about how obedient you are to her. While she doesn't know how much is true or not, it's certainly given her some ideas - and since you're apparently the only one of your kind in the whole world, she can't just pass up on those ideas now while she has the chance, can she?

As a former drug dealer turned federal informant, Maddie Baker (alias Maddie Smith) is spending every day slaving at a menial job, for pennies, while her former suppliers' trial goes on.

In just a few more weeks, that former supplier will probably be convicted and locked up, and then she can at least be done with this alias and job. In the meantime, she has a long contact list full of rich people's daughters that she used to sell study drugs to. She doesn't doubt many of them would pay top dollar to buy something as unique as you - especially if you've been properly trained beforehand.

Not that you could possibly know any of this, as you tell her...