Simon Chen screwed in a power transformer card, the last part necessary to bring his current M-Rack project back online. Stepping out of the room-sized machine, he pushed the huge oversize power button, and looked at the power panel, seeing a succession of lights as the machine began it's lengthy self-test. Around him, four different M-Rack machines were in various states of repair. The area he worked in seemed like a giant amount of space -- twenty foot-ceilings, room-sized equipment, plenty of free floor-space, with a makeshift sleeping area and bathroom -- only it wasn't giant. He was now six-inches tall. This entire "room" was merely a twenty inch tall shelf-space in a cabinet in his shift-supervisors office.
Simon could still remember the day it happened, more than a month ago. The accident that made him six-inches tall. One moment he was heading back into the M-Rack machine to pick up a tool he left behind. The next moment he woke up on Mikyoko's desk, having been "minified" along with the machine during the final production step. At first, part of him was thankful to be alive; they were constantly warned that the minification process was deadly to humans. However, a month later he didn't exactly have a life. "Your mere existence is a confidential, the world can't know about you." Those had been her words. They rang in his head even today.
It turns out there was no "enlarging" process available, at least not yet. Miyoko thought it best if they simply told his family a cover-story to buy time, and Simon had admitted he didn't have a better idea. Miyoko told his wife that he was sent away on an urgent job for the government -- that his location was so secret, not even she knew where he had gone, or when he would be in contact. Miyoko reminded her that this was a possibility spelled out in the company contract, and that the Chen family would be compensated handsomely for his incredibly important assignment. When the phone had hit the cradle, he had cried and felt like a chapter had closed on his life.
The next several days Simon had lived on a cabinet shelf in Miyoko's office. She would place clothes, food, and other essentials in the finished machines so they would be minified for his use. At first he was urgent for news from supervisors about how he might return to normal, but as she always had none, he quickly tired of asking. A week in, she had found something useful for him to do with his time. Turns out it was near impossible to fix M-Rack machines once they were minified. However, miniature Simon could stroll in and operate on them like they were full size. At least it gave him something to do.
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Bright light streamed in as Miyoko opened the cabinet. "How's my secret little worker?" First he saw only her torso, a massive swath of fabric that seemed thirty or forty feet wide to Simon. As she leaned down, the giant shape of her breasts was briefly framed by the opening, each taller than he was. Finally, her huge face came into view, peering in on him. Even after a month, it was still startling every time. "Ohh, that one looks like it's working now. Excellent!" Simon looked at the readout to see that the M-Rack had successfully completed it's self-test. "How are you Simon, do you need anything?" At the moment she seemed almost giddy.
As her huge hand reached in for the machine, Simon looked around. What didn't he need? A life? His family? To be back to normal? "I finished reading all the books. I could use some more, maybe a newspaper." Her fingers bumped into him, forcing him back as they grasped the machine and removed it. From Simon's perspective, the M-Rack was a metal apparatus the size of a room, and would have taken a forklift to get off the ground, yet she removed it as if it hardly weighed anything. When she turned away from the opening, he tried to get a peek at the outside world. He had been confined to her office now for more than thirty days. He yelled out to her, "I'm also getting a little shut-in. I'd really like to go outside."
When her face returned to view, it held a sour look. "I wish I could, but I'm under strict orders to make sure you are not seen by anyone. Though I do have a surprise for you." Miyoko extended her hands back towards him, leaving behind a new machine. This was how she delivered items to him. She'd put them in the full size machine, and then after it was minified, she'd bring it here so he could remove them. Simon stepped inside, retrieving the cardboard delivery box. By the time he'd set it down and opened, she'd already removed the new machine, placing it elsewhere.
He pulled a familiar electronic device out of the box, her cheerful voice punctuating the surprise. "It's a wireless video camera! You can use it to record a message to your family." In addition to the camera, there was also a healthy ration of new food, several newspapers, and a few books. Simon looked at the camera, and a dark cloud fell over his mood, held in check only by Miyoko's gorgeous face staring in at him.
"I have no idea what to say to them." Simon turned away, sitting down on the shelf-floor. "Gloria, I am now an imp, and I can't support you anymore. Children, I'll never see you again, because if I did, you might sit on me." He buried his face.
"Simon, things are not nearly so bleak. Minivatech and I are taking good care of your family." Her huge hand came to rest palm down near him. "Tell them you love them. Tell them you don't know when you can see them, but you think of them often." Simon felt her huge finger brush into his back and tensed up. Somehow even comforting suggestions seemed like commands coming from Miyoko.
In the week before the accident he'd seen her unconventional fire-and-ice treatment of employees. The team enjoyed her sexy clothing and attention getting antics in the break-room. Employees who made 'productive progress' even received a dose of boundary-crossing rewards - a sexy pose, a flirty hug, maybe a suggestive bump of her body. However, those who crossed-her, and even those who merely failed to excel, saw her strike like a cobra. After the accident, at only six-inches tall, fear of the cobra had caused Simon to keep his distance as much as he could.
"Simon, you've made some real productive progress." There it was, her catch phrase. Her voice had switched to an optimistic tone, no longer consoling him. "Nobody else has ever been able to fix miniaturized machines. It may have been a terrible accident that made you this way, but now that it's happened, we are far more important to the company than we ever were!" Her praise didn't cut through Simon's mood, his head still hidden.
"Aww.. Cheer up. I treat my stars incredibly well, and you're now the top employee on team Miyoko!" She nudged her finger into the side of his shoulder to punctuate the point, toppling him over sideways. He hoped it was by accident. "In fact, Miyoko is so happy with you she thinks you deserve a little pri-vate-show-ing." Her voice was thick with flirty undertones. A part of Simon didn't want to respond; it wanted to just curl up and disappear like his normal life had. However, another part of him was just a man. As he picked himself up off the ground, he tried to pretend looking her way was unavoidable. It almost was.
What he saw caught his full attention. Miyoko was leaned in, pulling her top open far enough to offer a dramatic view of her breasts. Her eyes were almost out of view as she sassed him for checking out the display, "so you're not immune to my charms." She let out a throaty snicker and looked down at herself. "I don't blame you. I'd want to just dive in!" Simon realized his mouth was gaping wide open. "You wanna cop a feel? Go on little helper. I promise not to report you to human resources."
"Ms. Kitsuri! I am a married man. I have a wife and children." Or at least he used to. He wanted to be shocked at her behavior. Truth is, she'd made it clear shift-members who cooperated had permission to flirt, grind, and grope her at every opportunity. During his short normal-sized week working for her, some of them had played along, while others had kept their distance. Simon wondered how long his conscience would hold out. It didn't stop him from looking.
"Of course Mr. Chen." Her acknowledgement was polite, too polite. She released and carefully adjusted the fabric of her top back into place. "How inappropriately forward of me. Allow me to instead offer you a moment outside your shelf. I can't take you outside, but you can at least enjoy the view... from the window." Her hand extended, the implication clear. He looked at her suspiciously at first, but realized he had no reason to refuse. He was living in a cabinet, completely dependent on her care. He had nothing more to lose.
He stepped onto her hand, awkwardly off balance on the unpredictable surface. He fumbled to a seat and even then he lost his balance as she carried him away from the shelf. The situation felt entirely unsafe. Any moment he could slip over the side and fall what seemed liked fifty feet to an embarrassing death against the Berber office carpet below. She didn't even seem to be paying attention to his safety, as she walked over towards the window. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. Moments later he was lying face down, reaching around one of her fingers for some security. "Mr. Chen? What are you doing? I'm not going to drop you."
She had stopped walking. He let his handhold go, and rolled himself over. As she stared down at him, he felt like cornered pray with nowhere to hide. He spread his arms wide to get as much stability as he could. "I'm. I'm, a bit afraid of heights is all." It wasn't entirely a lie. Isn't everyone afraid of falling to their death, just a little?
"No need to frighten you." She gave him a suspicious look, as if she wasn't being entirely truthful. She looked aside, reaching for something. A moment later she tipped the hand he was lying on over precariously. He clung to it, fearing he was about to slide off into death. Wasn't this exactly what he was afraid of? He couldn't see what lie beneath him, but she could see he was terrified. "Relax. See?" She held a coffee mug into his view for a second before putting it back beneath him. His nerves were still tense as he gently slid down her hand, landing armpit deep in the mug. However, once his feet hit the ground, he immediately felt much safer.
The phone on her desk began to ring. "I need to take this. Here, a view outside as promised." She set Simon and his coffee mug chariot onto the window-sill aside her desk chair and turned to the phone. As Simon enjoyed the sunlight and less confined space, he could hear her side of the phone conversation. "Kitsuri here. Yes. On schedule. On schedule. Please elaborate." He also couldn't help but periodically look in her direction as each time she swiveled in her chair, his mind perceived the danger of a skyscraper sized object moving about near him.
Then her call seemed to get heated. "That is simply not acceptable. You will fix it." With the tension in her voice he couldn't help but look back over. As she shifted her body about in the chair, she absently stared out the window far over his head. "No. No. Today." With her seemingly ignoring him, Simon found himself watching her every move. The giant shape of her legs nearest to him, the slender curve of her tummy meeting her breasts. She was incredibly attractive, and with her focusing elsewhere, he enjoyed checking her out. "Last week you told me this would be done in two days. Now you're asking for another extension. No."
The more heated the call became, the more careless her movement became. He caught a glimpse up her skirt as her legs shifted, then another. Simon found himself staring up a tiny sliver gap as her legs uncrossed. For a moment he caught a glimpse of what looked like her panties. He was drunk with voyeurism. He didn't dare tear his eyes away, for fear of missing a peek. "I see your position is not as firm as you led me to believe." Then he got it, an even wider gap opening, leaving no question what he was seeing. "If you keep this up, you might get more than you bargained for." Suddenly Simon was no longer catching a peek but feeling uncomfortable, as her legs spread suggestively in front of him. His focus broken, he realized Miyoko was looking right down at him, the handset no longer at her ear.
"Enjoying the view are we?" She placed the phone back on the cradle before bringing her hands to her skirt. "I have a minute before my next meeting. Take it all in Mr. Chen." Spreading her legs wider, her grip prevented the fabric from falling into the opening, leaving an alarming view of white lace panties which Simon could not stop himself from looking at. "Ohh I think you and I are going to get along just fine Mr. Chen. Just fine."