[Original author: Power and Lust]

He glanced at a tablet in his hand. “We’ve got a special program planned for you. You’ll be reporting directly to Mr. Carson. Meet at Transport B at 1 o’clock. Don’t be late. Thanks girls,” leaning in with a toothy smile, “and Welcome to Hamilton.”

He pivoted and turned away, his massive leather shoe groaning. It rocked the table as he left, causing Liv’s smoothie to squirt up in her face and blouse. She nervously wiped it up…she couldn’t spoil her chance to impress Mr. Carson! Whoever he is…

Transport B turned out to be some kind of huge elevator, at their scale at least. About fifty other tiny women were ushered into the bay door, Liv and Trish swept up in the crowd. They were packed in uncomfortably close together. The doors close and they began their ascent. It was a long, dark, and hot ride. As a tiny, one gets used to long elevator rides, but this was a very long ride.

“Where are we going?” Trish whispered. “Shh!” admonished one of the other girls. “They don’t like it when we talk…”

The door opened and the girls stumbled out into the light. Trish looks around as her eyes adjust. Where are they? It seems like they’re pretty high up…is this a…desk? Her eyes focus and she almost faints.

Before them is a man. A gigantic, naked, sexy man. He looked to be about 40, a tall man with silvery hair and immaculately muscled body. He was lounging back in his leather ergonomic throne, his knees bent and his mighty bare feet propped up on the desk, dominating their immediate vision. One hand held a cell phone, as he discusses some business matter with a commanding deep voice. The other hand held a cigar…with a cigar-sized woman straddling it, desperately trying not to fall.

As Trish looks closer, she begins to spot shrunken woman dotted all over the man’s colossal body. Dozens of them. One on each nipple. One in each armpit. All over his torso and crotch. Some were engaged in body maintenance, cleaning his orifices, trimming his body hair to perfection. Many seemed to be simply rubbing and licking. Looking down, she realizes his feet are resting on a writhing mound of femants. She didn’t even notice the first time, they were so insignificant in his presence.

In a sudden panic, she whirls around. But the elevator is gone. Just the expansive opulence of the office, and vertigo as the edge drops hundreds of feet to the floor. She was trapped.

“Welcome to Executive Service Orientation. Congratulations on this exclusive opportunity!” Approaching them was a young woman, shrunk to doll size but comparatively much larger than them. Liv gulped as the spiked heel clacked next to her…but the woman was still utterly dwarfed by the towering masculine foot behind her. She was a sexy blonde, in full makeup, wearing a skimpy pink miniskirt. At her side were several smaller women, similarly dressed but only about half her height.

“I’ll be your primary supervisor. Mr. Carson has many needs that we tiny women can provide. This will boost his productivity and aid the company. I’m sure you can tell that Mr. Carson is a VERY important man,” she smiles. “So let’s not waste any time.”

“First thing, let’s assign you to your department. Look down…each of you should be standing on a numbered square. That will be your designation.” Trish saw that she was D8. Oh God. They didn’t even know her name. Nobody knows she’s here. Or nobody cares….