A High Pressure Meeting
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 11
by
Bobob1
(Chapter originally written by Hectic)
Leaning to look past your new “assistant’s” ridiculous hourglass figure towards the now-closed elevator doors behind her, you feel like you understood the reality of this new temporary job. In the span of no more than a few minutes, Grace had squashed you under a coffee cup then catapulted her usual boss into a wall, spelling him certain doom if anyone else attempted to board the elevator. Looking up into the beautiful, smiling face of this woman, you knew that not a single ounce of understanding about these torturous acts had reached her brain. You had dealt with your fair share of airheads in your life (primarily your Aunt Norah) and the only thing more dangerous to a tiny’s wellbeing than a completely oblivious one was one who was trying to be overly helpful. For this reason, you found yourself at a crossroads.
On the one hand, asking Grace for help was an almost surefire ticket to getting squashed. But on the other hand, if you didn’t ask her for help then you would have to go into this seemingly important job totally blind! Your mind ran through the options as quickly as you could, with the radiant but practically spaced out look of Grace staring right at you. Finally, you decided that you had to bite the bullet and just ask her for some guidance. But before you could ask her a specific question, an alert on her phone rang with a notification! She pulled it out of her immense cleavage, a decidedly not work-appropriate move right off the bat, before her eyes opened with realization.
“Oh shoot, Mr. Hunter, you have a meeting in five minutes!” She exclaimed, causing a pang of panic to hit your mind. You had absolutely no idea what was going on with your new job and now you would have to have a real meeting?!
“What!? Grace, please, what do the meetings typically go like for Sebastian. I’m way in over my head here!” You pleaded with the ditz.
Grace furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. Clearly she gave this job all the effort that she could, and by no means did she seem like some lazy slacker.
“Oh, I know, let's practice one! I can hear lots of Sebastian’s meetings through the doors when I’m sitting at my desk outside! I don’t know exactly what’s going on but I’ll run you through one! You can be the boss and I’ll be the client coming in to talk to you!” Grace’s plan seemed ingenious in her mind. You wished that she would have told you anything about the actual content of the work you would be doing, but you had to settle for this at the very least.
Without another word Grace scooped you up in her hands, already surprising you, before bending down and dumping you on the carpeted floor. Bewildered right off the bat, you looked up at your assistant as she stood up to her gargantuan full height. Towering far above you. Her enormous toes, visible thanks to her inappropriately flashy open-toed heels drummed in excitement mere inches away from you. Her understandably large feet for a woman of her height cast fear into your heart as well as confusion. Why did this mock meeting require you to be on the ground in the first place?
“Okay, perfect! You wait in here and I’ll go outside then come back in pretending to be the big business lady you’ll be talking to!” Grace said excitedly. Having Grace confirm that your actual meeting would be with a regular sized woman as opposed to another tiny guy like yourself only doubled the size of the nervous pit in your stomach. Grace then turned and walked out of the room, causing your jaw to drop upon seeing her unbelievably round backside straining against the tight black fabric of her skirt. After a few steps she reached the door, turned around and sent you a wink before closing it behind her. You had no idea what to do at this point. If this was truly supposed to be a pretend meeting, what were you even supposed to say in the first place?! Of course, you didn’t have long to brainstorm, as Grace opened the door once again, her hair now tied up in a casual ponytail in an admittedly cute yet pointless effort to look like someone else. However, what you noticed next scared you even further.
Grace had taken off her glasses, and was rubbing them across the stretched white fabric of her top to clean them as she was walking in. Immediately you knew this was a bad omen for you, and you tried to yell up to her.
“Grace watch where yo…” is all you could muster before the unrelenting wooden sole of her tall heels eclipsed your entire reality.
*squish*
Grace raised one eyebrow in confusion at the faint squishing sound she heard when she took her last step, holding her weight on that foot as she thought about what it might be. Nearly 30 seconds passed by as she was thinking about what it might have been instead of simply checking underneath her foot. But finally, she was struck with some stroke of common sense as she put her glasses back on, now sufficiently clean to her liking, and lifted her massive foot backwards, peering over her shoulder at her sole. Grace’s eyes shot open as her now normal eyesight recognized your smeared form immediately on her black shoe.
“Oh shoot not already! I’m so sorry Hunter let's get you off of there asap!” She exclaimed, still balanced on one leg as she reached her hand back towards her foot. As it turned out, by some stroke of luck on your behalf, the way in which you were squashed actually did not inhibit your ability to talk!
“Ahhh it’s okay, Grace. I know you didn’t mean to. Just peel me off of he…”
“Whoops!” Grace exclaimed as her giant voice drastically overshadowed your currently flattened lungs. As Grace said this though it seemed like she had evidently lost her balance in an effort to stand on one leg to free you! Why she decided to start the process while standing instead of either sitting or simply taking her shoe off was beyond you. But regardless of the reasoning, Grace deftly placed the foot she was holding in the air firmly down onto the carpet, catching her before she fell entirely. Tragically, this was the shoe that was currently using you as a sticker under its sole.
“Whew! Close one, huh Hunter! That would have been pretty embarrassing if I just totally fell right?” Grace said before giggling slightly to herself, now standing firmly on two feet as she spoke. Somehow this absolute ditz had immediately forgotten about you, as fast if not faster than Norah would whenever you had to deal with her. Luckily she didn’t forget about you entirely, as it clicked back into her brain a few seconds later.
“Agh! Shoot sorry again Hunter!” Grace exclaimed. This time stomping rather haphazardly towards the luxurious chair behind what was your current desk for the time being. She plopped her ass down into the cushion, the leather hissing slightly as the weight of a 5’10” curvaceous woman compressed it. Finally, Grace lifted her feet up onto the desk, once more quite the unprofessional exhibition, but you were in no position to criticize her for that at this point.
You found yourself in the light once more, as you let out an involuntary “ughh” and figured out that once more you had somehow maintained your ability to speak. The rest of your body was much worse for wear, however. You felt your limbs completely flattened to the ditzy assistant’s shoe and you would need serious help from the woman to be freed.
Just as Grace reached for you, the ding of the elevator rung and both of you recognized it immediately. Frantically Grace reached towards you, beginning the process of freeing you.
Can Grace pull you off or are you going to start the meeting off already on the wrong foot?
Leaning to look past your new “assistant’s” ridiculous hourglass figure towards the now-closed elevator doors behind her, you feel like you understood the reality of this new temporary job. In the span of no more than a few minutes, Grace had squashed you under a coffee cup then catapulted her usual boss into a wall, spelling him certain doom if anyone else attempted to board the elevator. Looking up into the beautiful, smiling face of this woman, you knew that not a single ounce of understanding about these torturous acts had reached her brain. You had dealt with your fair share of airheads in your life (primarily your Aunt Norah) and the only thing more dangerous to a tiny’s wellbeing than a completely oblivious one was one who was trying to be overly helpful. For this reason, you found yourself at a crossroads.
On the one hand, asking Grace for help was an almost surefire ticket to getting squashed. But on the other hand, if you didn’t ask her for help then you would have to go into this seemingly important job totally blind! Your mind ran through the options as quickly as you could, with the radiant but practically spaced out look of Grace staring right at you. Finally, you decided that you had to bite the bullet and just ask her for some guidance. But before you could ask her a specific question, an alert on her phone rang with a notification! She pulled it out of her immense cleavage, a decidedly not work-appropriate move right off the bat, before her eyes opened with realization.
“Oh shoot, Mr. Hunter, you have a meeting in five minutes!” She exclaimed, causing a pang of panic to hit your mind. You had absolutely no idea what was going on with your new job and now you would have to have a real meeting?!
“What!? Grace, please, what do the meetings typically go like for Sebastian. I’m way in over my head here!” You pleaded with the ditz.
Grace furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. Clearly she gave this job all the effort that she could, and by no means did she seem like some lazy slacker.
“Oh, I know, let's practice one! I can hear lots of Sebastian’s meetings through the doors when I’m sitting at my desk outside! I don’t know exactly what’s going on but I’ll run you through one! You can be the boss and I’ll be the client coming in to talk to you!” Grace’s plan seemed ingenious in her mind. You wished that she would have told you anything about the actual content of the work you would be doing, but you had to settle for this at the very least.
Without another word Grace scooped you up in her hands, already surprising you, before bending down and dumping you on the carpeted floor. Bewildered right off the bat, you looked up at your assistant as she stood up to her gargantuan full height. Towering far above you. Her enormous toes, visible thanks to her inappropriately flashy open-toed heels drummed in excitement mere inches away from you. Her understandably large feet for a woman of her height cast fear into your heart as well as confusion. Why did this mock meeting require you to be on the ground in the first place?
“Okay, perfect! You wait in here and I’ll go outside then come back in pretending to be the big business lady you’ll be talking to!” Grace said excitedly. Having Grace confirm that your actual meeting would be with a regular sized woman as opposed to another tiny guy like yourself only doubled the size of the nervous pit in your stomach. Grace then turned and walked out of the room, causing your jaw to drop upon seeing her unbelievably round backside straining against the tight black fabric of her skirt. After a few steps she reached the door, turned around and sent you a wink before closing it behind her. You had no idea what to do at this point. If this was truly supposed to be a pretend meeting, what were you even supposed to say in the first place?! Of course, you didn’t have long to brainstorm, as Grace opened the door once again, her hair now tied up in a casual ponytail in an admittedly cute yet pointless effort to look like someone else. However, what you noticed next scared you even further.
Grace had taken off her glasses, and was rubbing them across the stretched white fabric of her top to clean them as she was walking in. Immediately you knew this was a bad omen for you, and you tried to yell up to her.
“Grace watch where yo…” is all you could muster before the unrelenting wooden sole of her tall heels eclipsed your entire reality.
*squish*
Grace raised one eyebrow in confusion at the faint squishing sound she heard when she took her last step, holding her weight on that foot as she thought about what it might be. Nearly 30 seconds passed by as she was thinking about what it might have been instead of simply checking underneath her foot. But finally, she was struck with some stroke of common sense as she put her glasses back on, now sufficiently clean to her liking, and lifted her massive foot backwards, peering over her shoulder at her sole. Grace’s eyes shot open as her now normal eyesight recognized your smeared form immediately on her black shoe.
“Oh shoot not already! I’m so sorry Hunter let's get you off of there asap!” She exclaimed, still balanced on one leg as she reached her hand back towards her foot. As it turned out, by some stroke of luck on your behalf, the way in which you were squashed actually did not inhibit your ability to talk!
“Ahhh it’s okay, Grace. I know you didn’t mean to. Just peel me off of he…”
“Whoops!” Grace exclaimed as her giant voice drastically overshadowed your currently flattened lungs. As Grace said this though it seemed like she had evidently lost her balance in an effort to stand on one leg to free you! Why she decided to start the process while standing instead of either sitting or simply taking her shoe off was beyond you. But regardless of the reasoning, Grace deftly placed the foot she was holding in the air firmly down onto the carpet, catching her before she fell entirely. Tragically, this was the shoe that was currently using you as a sticker under its sole.
“Whew! Close one, huh Hunter! That would have been pretty embarrassing if I just totally fell right?” Grace said before giggling slightly to herself, now standing firmly on two feet as she spoke. Somehow this absolute ditz had immediately forgotten about you, as fast if not faster than Norah would whenever you had to deal with her. Luckily she didn’t forget about you entirely, as it clicked back into her brain a few seconds later.
“Agh! Shoot sorry again Hunter!” Grace exclaimed. This time stomping rather haphazardly towards the luxurious chair behind what was your current desk for the time being. She plopped her ass down into the cushion, the leather hissing slightly as the weight of a 5’10” curvaceous woman compressed it. Finally, Grace lifted her feet up onto the desk, once more quite the unprofessional exhibition, but you were in no position to criticize her for that at this point.
You found yourself in the light once more, as you let out an involuntary “ughh” and figured out that once more you had somehow maintained your ability to speak. The rest of your body was much worse for wear, however. You felt your limbs completely flattened to the ditzy assistant’s shoe and you would need serious help from the woman to be freed.
Just as Grace reached for you, the ding of the elevator rung and both of you recognized it immediately. Frantically Grace reached towards you, beginning the process of freeing you.
Can Grace pull you off or are you going to start the meeting off already on the wrong foot?
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April 23, 2025
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