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A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 22
by
copier
· original author:
gtstamer
That's how the whole scene played out in your head as you watched your client vacate the building. Akin to something right out of a cheesy crime novella. 'If only all my encounters went that well' you yearn longingly.
"Another case tiny boss?"
The gleeful shrill of your secretary's voice snapped you out of your trance. There she stood above you. Manilla case files clutched firmly against her more-than-ample chest boulders. Her wry smile as she towered over you nearly had you backing over the edge.
"Oh! Careful there tiny boss man." She playfully chastised, booping you on the top of your head with her finger, "we wouldn't want a repeat of the last time you fell off your desk now right?" She winked.
You facepalmed. You recall the incident quite clearly. It was because of her negligent incompetence that you ended up being accidentally swiped into her trashcan. By the back of her own hand no less. It took nearly all day to climb your way out. You had feared then of being left behind to be taken out with the rest of the trash after hours by the janitor ladies. Lucky for you your airheaded secretary had noticed you before clocking out. Since then you actively avoided visiting her desk outside your office. Though not withstanding numerous around-the-cooler humiliating jests from your fellow officers due to her constant gossiping.
You used to love being a detective. Your small stature has enabled you to go stealthily into places none of your peers could to get the drop on your suspects. Many unsolvable cases have been closed thanks to your ingenuity, resourcefulness, and out-right spy-like professionalism. It made you feel almost as if you were a superhero.
Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever.
Ever since you were forced to take on Jenny as your secretary by your Chief your job has been a literal nightmare. Literally going from being a top-notch gumshoe to being gum under her shoe on most days due to her complete obliviousness. Your success rate on closing cases naturally took a nose dive. So much so that you suffered numerous demerits amoungst countless repromands for tardiness.
What could you do about it? Jenny, being the daughter of Mayor Duff, had virtual immunity from any sort of disciplinary action no matter how many mistakes she makes. This left you having to brunt the burden she left in her wake.
"Anyway... Are those the files I had you fetch?" You inquire.
Jenny slapped them down next to you in a huff. The wind gushing henceforth blew dust all around you. You gagged. Coughing in the aftermath of your secretary's anger.
"I'm not your pet! Teeny tiny boss man." Jenny fumed, flicking you onto your butt. "You may have a higher rank than I do... For now... But you're not my superior." She leaned down for emphasis, giving you a marvelous view of her breast pocket. "Got that?"
You gulped, nervously.
"Jenny," You began, standing back up, trying your best to hold your authoritative demeanor, "With that kind of attitude and insolence you'll never get ahead in the workplace."
"Ah!" Jenny scoffed shocked at what she was hearing, particularly from a mouse of a man.
You continued, "Why do you think you haven't been promoted not once in the two years since you started here? If you keep on the way you're acting you'll never advance in your career."
"When my mother..." Jenny seethed through gritted teeth.
"What? Gets booted from office? Then what? The protections you are under now will cease. What will you do then? Huh? You need to stop relying on others to put you in places you should be able to get in on your own merits."
Jenny was too stunned to rebuttal. Never before has anyone spoken to her with such audacity. The bitter truth of her tiny bosses words hit her hard.
"Now go... Fetch... Me some coffee." you emphasize on the command, "I need your eyes to comb over these files for any correlations between them."
Near robotically Jenny pivots. Her expression blank. You chuckle. Finally you got the upper hand on her.
Turning your attention to the recent missing person cases on your desk you are hard pressed to find any connection between them. Each person is from a different walk of life. Different ages. Different ethnicities. Different jobs. Nothing that would tie them together. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. And you had no magnetic.
You stretched rubbing your eyes. You gander at the wall clock realizing you sent your dense-headed secretary to fetch you some coffee over thirty minutes ago. You wonder what is taking so long.
Unbeknownst to you soon as you hopped down to your seat Jenny came back into your office. Set set your medicine cup of coffee on the table whilst taking a sip of hers. With her eyes focused on the open files she came around the table.
You turn about only to witness her short skirt clad massive ass come between you and your desk. You slump realizing the enevitability of what is going to happen. Knowing you can't prevent it you instinctively go lay down to where you figure the middle of her rump would land. If anything, you figure the space between her cheeks would be somewhat less excruciatingly painful to be under.
Trepidation washes over you as Jenny begins to sit. This was it. The ultimate queening. You spread out your arms...
"Another case tiny boss?"
The gleeful shrill of your secretary's voice snapped you out of your trance. There she stood above you. Manilla case files clutched firmly against her more-than-ample chest boulders. Her wry smile as she towered over you nearly had you backing over the edge.
"Oh! Careful there tiny boss man." She playfully chastised, booping you on the top of your head with her finger, "we wouldn't want a repeat of the last time you fell off your desk now right?" She winked.
You facepalmed. You recall the incident quite clearly. It was because of her negligent incompetence that you ended up being accidentally swiped into her trashcan. By the back of her own hand no less. It took nearly all day to climb your way out. You had feared then of being left behind to be taken out with the rest of the trash after hours by the janitor ladies. Lucky for you your airheaded secretary had noticed you before clocking out. Since then you actively avoided visiting her desk outside your office. Though not withstanding numerous around-the-cooler humiliating jests from your fellow officers due to her constant gossiping.
You used to love being a detective. Your small stature has enabled you to go stealthily into places none of your peers could to get the drop on your suspects. Many unsolvable cases have been closed thanks to your ingenuity, resourcefulness, and out-right spy-like professionalism. It made you feel almost as if you were a superhero.
Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever.
Ever since you were forced to take on Jenny as your secretary by your Chief your job has been a literal nightmare. Literally going from being a top-notch gumshoe to being gum under her shoe on most days due to her complete obliviousness. Your success rate on closing cases naturally took a nose dive. So much so that you suffered numerous demerits amoungst countless repromands for tardiness.
What could you do about it? Jenny, being the daughter of Mayor Duff, had virtual immunity from any sort of disciplinary action no matter how many mistakes she makes. This left you having to brunt the burden she left in her wake.
"Anyway... Are those the files I had you fetch?" You inquire.
Jenny slapped them down next to you in a huff. The wind gushing henceforth blew dust all around you. You gagged. Coughing in the aftermath of your secretary's anger.
"I'm not your pet! Teeny tiny boss man." Jenny fumed, flicking you onto your butt. "You may have a higher rank than I do... For now... But you're not my superior." She leaned down for emphasis, giving you a marvelous view of her breast pocket. "Got that?"
You gulped, nervously.
"Jenny," You began, standing back up, trying your best to hold your authoritative demeanor, "With that kind of attitude and insolence you'll never get ahead in the workplace."
"Ah!" Jenny scoffed shocked at what she was hearing, particularly from a mouse of a man.
You continued, "Why do you think you haven't been promoted not once in the two years since you started here? If you keep on the way you're acting you'll never advance in your career."
"When my mother..." Jenny seethed through gritted teeth.
"What? Gets booted from office? Then what? The protections you are under now will cease. What will you do then? Huh? You need to stop relying on others to put you in places you should be able to get in on your own merits."
Jenny was too stunned to rebuttal. Never before has anyone spoken to her with such audacity. The bitter truth of her tiny bosses words hit her hard.
"Now go... Fetch... Me some coffee." you emphasize on the command, "I need your eyes to comb over these files for any correlations between them."
Near robotically Jenny pivots. Her expression blank. You chuckle. Finally you got the upper hand on her.
Turning your attention to the recent missing person cases on your desk you are hard pressed to find any connection between them. Each person is from a different walk of life. Different ages. Different ethnicities. Different jobs. Nothing that would tie them together. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. And you had no magnetic.
You stretched rubbing your eyes. You gander at the wall clock realizing you sent your dense-headed secretary to fetch you some coffee over thirty minutes ago. You wonder what is taking so long.
Unbeknownst to you soon as you hopped down to your seat Jenny came back into your office. Set set your medicine cup of coffee on the table whilst taking a sip of hers. With her eyes focused on the open files she came around the table.
You turn about only to witness her short skirt clad massive ass come between you and your desk. You slump realizing the enevitability of what is going to happen. Knowing you can't prevent it you instinctively go lay down to where you figure the middle of her rump would land. If anything, you figure the space between her cheeks would be somewhat less excruciatingly painful to be under.
Trepidation washes over you as Jenny begins to sit. This was it. The ultimate queening. You spread out your arms...
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April 23, 2025
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