Story
Imagine a technology that only shrinks. A technology which is invaluable for miniaturization of complex things. One wouldn't use this lightly, because you'd be spending much more on the full-size materials than you would if you simply made the objects small sized to begin with. However, it could be a path to building very amazing small things, things which simply couldn't be manufactured if they had to be made that small to begin with. The shrunk products might also have desirable properties, they might be denser and stronger than items which were simply manufactured small to begin with.
Where
Somewhere in China, or Tiawan... perhaps Shanghai?
Characters
Simon Chen - a mechanics specialist at the plant (shrunk down to eight inches tall)
wife: Ms. Gloria Chen
2 children, 8-14 ish.
Miyoko Kitsuri - his female shift manager. Japanese. 5'4". petite. short jet black hair.
Name of the company -> Minivatech
Ideas
should we intersperse her perspective? her meetings with management where she doesn't discuss him, simply gets props for her progress?
3-act, or jo-ha-kyu?
Act 1: introductions, Simon's accident
Backstory scene, relating the technology and it's powerful use for the company. Workers, including Simon, are casually introduced. We see the miniature results of the technology's amazing feat.
Simon's team learns of a new boss, Kitsuri. A Japanese foreigner, and a rising star within the company. They gather in their daily meeting room, mistake the attractive young woman for Mr. Kitsuri's new secretary. Once they are all assembled she introduces herself as their new shift manager, Miyoko Kitsuri. Her speech is direct, ambitious, and intimidating for a room full of men older with more practical experience than her.
The co-workers grumble about Ms. Kitsuri at the same time that they attempt to demean her with sexual jokes and observations of her young attractive figure.
On the way out of the work-room one day, while Ms. Kitsuri performs her exit-check of the team, she points out that Simon is missing one of his tools, condescendingly suggesting he probably forgot it in the work room. Reminding him that there is no way to recover an errant tool once it's miniaturized. That it would cost them millions in lost profits. She suggests he goes back in to find it.
Simon is embarrassed being singled out in front of the team. He leaves his tool belt as the others continue the safety punch-out procedure. Simon wanders through the channels in the machine, until he finally sees the tool lying on the floor.
The scene switches to the final safety punch-out checklist in the control room. Ms. Kitsuri is visible over a video feed, punching in her final all clear confirmation. The shrinking process begins, and we get to see a detailed control-room view of the process, as the machine is shrunk and miniaturized. They unlock the chamber, call out to Ms. Kitsuri that the process is complete, and she collects the miniaturized machine carefully.
Simon is eating dinner with his family at home. The doorbell rings. It's Ms. Kitsuri. She simultaneously apologizes while entering without an invitation. He complains that they are in the middle of dinner. His wife comes to the door, immediately suspicious of the young attractive woman, as she introduces herself. Ms. Kitsuri asks to speak with him privately. This makes his wife even more suspicious, "what's going on here?" Simon responds to his wife, "I don't know. This is my new shift manager, Kitsuri." His wife can't hide her surprise and doubt, "Miss Kitsuri!? You expect me to believe she is your new boss?"
Miyoko introduces herself to Simon's wife. "Ms. Miyoko Kitsuri. I took over Simon's team just a few days ago. Could I have a private moment with your husband?"
Simon's wife lashes out. "No, you very much cannot. I don't know what kind of fool you think me for, but we are in the middle of dinner, happily married, with two children. Please leave, and never see my husband again."
Simon excuses himself from Miyoko, stepping away while trying to calm his wife. He explains that this really is his new boss Ms. Kitsuri. She complains he just called her Kitsuri. Why is she finding out about this right now. He explains that it's enough for him and his coworkers to deal with, he didn't want to embarass himself in front of his wife by admitting it.
"Simon." They are still bickering at a whisper and don't respond immediatly to Miyoko. "Simon. Please, Mr Chen." They both turn, and Miyoko blurts out the purpose of her visit. "I'm sorry Mr. Chen, but you're fired."
"What?!" His response is shock, as he re-approaches her to protest. "But I've worked there for fifteen years. My entire career has been with the company. You can't just let me go. I need to speak to your manager."
"I'm sorry Mr. Chen. I spoke with your coworkers, and they tell me this isn't the first time you've left a tool in the reaction chamber. I simply can't accept this kind of careless behavior on my team." She turned, already moving for the door, preparing to leave.
"Please please, Ms. Kitsuri. I assure you this has never happened before. Check my reports. It was a mistake, and it'll never happen again. There must be something I can do. Please, anything." He lightly grabbed her shoulder, trying to get her to pay attention, trying to reason with her. She turned, but the stare that came with it burned right through him. He immediately took his hand off her. "I'm very sorry. Please. My family. I need this job." She stood silently for a moment.
"I don't normally do this Mr. Chen, but I do have another position open. One with less responsibility, where your careless mistakes won't jeopardize my career." Her demeaning tone was almost too much to take, but he was desperate. He had to provide for his family. He turned to his wife, her face a mixture of shock and embarrassment for him -- or was it embarrassment at him. "I'm going to need an assistant. I hate clumsy new assistants, and your detailed knowledge of the company and procedures would avoid that. The pay isn't as good. Actually it's quite bad, but you could start immediately." Simon stood in shock. Was this hope or a slap in the face. "You should know, thirty percent of your time will be taking care of personal matters. You'll be on call day and night, and we'll be spending lots of time together. Is your wife okay with that?" Simon looked over to his wife. She looked mortified, for herself, and for her husband. Still, she didn't object.
"If you're interested, I just have a few more questions, and a brief evaluation." She stepped close to him, intimately close. Simon felt something was wrong, something was very wrong. "I wear very delicate lace underwear." Suddenly Miyoko's professional demeanor melted away, replaced by a over-confident sexiness. Her hands loosed a few buttons of her blouse, fingering the lace underneath. "You'll have to wash it by hand."
Simon felt his palms sweating. Miyoko was stunningly beautiful. He couldn't help but admire the
"I'll also need a massage once a day." She lifted her already short skirt and proped one leg on the foyer stool, opening her crotch towards him suggestively. "
...Miyoko's behavior becomes more and more overt and sexual. Challenging Simon (and his wife)... but he can't bring himself to stop her. Eventually he wakes up clammy from his own sweat and realizes it was a dream.
He sees the tool in front of him, recognizes the inside of the machine, and stumbles to his feet.
Walking out of the machine, he would find himself standing on the desk of his now comparatively giant shift supervisor Miyoko. He's tiny, having been shrunk with the machine to just a little over six-inches tall. She'd act surprised, yet at the same time she'd be rushed to get to a meeting to demo the machine. She'd pick him up and set him aside somewhere safe in her office.
Later, she would confide in him that she talked to her supervisors, and there is currently no "enlarging" process. He'd be in hysterics, wondering when he'll be back to normal, if ever; wondering what his kids and wife will think. After consoling him, he'd ask to be taken home, and she'd deny him. "I'm sorry, I thought you understood. Your mere existence is a trade secret, the world can't know you exist." She could call his wife, telling her he's been sent away on an urgent business trip to buy them some time. She could then bring him some miniaturized food and books or entertainment.
Act 2: Simon's predicament evolves
"Settling In"
Each day she would spend a little time talking to and caring for her "secret little worker". Interspersed with his perception of his titanic shift-manager and keeper, their interaction and the plot develops...
In the early days they'd cover basic necessities, shrunk clothes, a bathroom, a bed, etc. Soon he'd be urgent for news from supervisors, and she'd say she had none. She'd offer that she thinks she found something useful he can do with his time. She'd bring him broken miniaturized machines, machines they had so far been unable to fix.
She might also talk to him about the difficulty explaining his continued absence to his family. He could reluctantly brainstorm stories. he could have died in a plant accident, his plane could have gone missing, or he could have been taken hostage in a foreign country. He decides the last is the least emotionally damaging. She reassures him the company will take very good care of his family. The next day with his meal she brings him shrunk video apparatus to record a video message to his family. She has some script suggestions, encouraging him to be intentionally vague about how his salary is so high because he's been doing very dangerous and secretive work. That if they have received this video, it's because something has happened, and he wants them to know he did it all for them, that he loves them. That no matter what they'll be taken care of.
Next, a few scenes spread over a period of time. (say a month? however long the first cover-story is supposed to last)
A scene of her bringing him dinner, them eating and talking together, and then her leaving him there "lights out".
After a morning greeting that shows how he's accepted his situation, he's pleased that he's fixed one of the machines. She's elated, and confesses she has a treat of her own, surprising him with a substantially upgraded home. A small 1/9th scale dollhouse complete with running water.
A scene where a scheduled cleaning crew comes through the office as usual, but this time starts to handle the new dollhouse. The women is talking on a cellphone while absently going the extra mile "cleaning" the dollhouse. He has to hide and maneuver about, to avoid being discovered, while experiencing seeing her out the windows and the whole house moving about as she turns it on the desk. Then she opens it, and he has to avoid being discovered as she inspects it, and hurt as she dusts and wipes out each room.
The next morning his shift-manager and keeper greets her with a chipper mood but he's obviously disturbed. "what's wrong?". He relates some of the story. She is concerned, sympathisizing with him genuinely before she starts laughing at the whole situation. Teasing him about it "watch out, deadly feather duster." -- "I'm serious, I could have been hurt." She restrains her laughter long enough to agree not to leave him in the office at night anymore. How she can't let her little golden mechanic get hurt.
Next, we see how his life is changed now that she takes him home at night.
His dollhouse now lives in her bedroom, while by day he works on fixing machines in a drawer in her office.
We see the first morning he's slept at her home. She has to wake him and urge him to get ready or he'll make her late. We see his transit to the office inside a padded jewelry ox in her purse -- which she poked holes in for air. When he gets to work,. he complains about the bumpy ride. She hurriedly says she'll try to do something about that, but has to head to a meeting.
Another night at home, she creates a romantic candlelight setting and is wearing a sexy dress. He's not sure what to make of it. As he eats some miniaturized food she brought him, she approaches him with an uncomfortable but serious conversation, his cover story is running out of time. They have to decide what to do. Her word choice, the mood lighting, and his view of her sexy clothing is sending his mind down some strange paths as they discuss what to tell his family. Before the conversation resolves, the doorbell rings, and she backs out of it -- he should think about it because they have to decide soon. She swoops him up and as she's carrying him to his house, she confesses she has a date tonight.
he hears muffled voices and noises as they have dinner in the other room, and spends his time reading. he's startled awake as they burst into the bedroom. He can't help but peek out the dollhouse window as the two of them kiss and tear clothes off. He gets a pretty good view of her body before she excuses herself, walks over towards the dollhouse, and while staring at him shirtless, drops fabric over the dollhouse. Only he has no trouble seeing through the weave in the fabric. He watches some of the sexy but short show, before the guy finishes too quickly, they put clothes back on and she shows him to the door.
As she comes back in, (wearing just a shirt) she moves his dollhouse to the nightstand, sits in her bed and talks to him about it. Acknowledging that she hadn't thought about it in advance "i kinda forgot you'd be there", he probably "didn't mind the show", and there "wasn't much to see" anyhow, since her date didn't last long enough to even get her. "It's been weeks. A girl gets lonely you know." He's not even paying attention, but instead is just thinking about his family. She notices his distant look, and references their previous conversation about cover-stories. "We'll be fine. No matter how long it takes, I'll take care of you until we can get you back to normal. However, it may be best if you stop torturing them with hope."
A while later he's rustled awake by some sounds, only to peer out and see her giant body just below his window quietly masturbating in bed. He watches, gets aroused, and stealths into a position where he can masturbate himself while seeing her body out the window. She finishes silently and turns, pulling covers over herself. When he tries to move to keep her in view, he trips, making a noise. He's frozen, afraid she noticed.
Several minutes later, he's still frozen, relieved that she didn't seem to notice. Then she turns again, and the covers pull down exposing her breasts. He resumes his task, admiring her through the window. After finishing, he creeps back to his bed. As he lays down and relaxes, his listens for sounds and looks around, and he gets a view through another window and sees her open eye looking in on him. He's mortified. She softly smiles before closing her eyes.
"Rank Establishment"
after their personal moment, a few things have changed...
She is much more "familiar" with him as she prepares for her day.. making no attempt to obtain privacy as she talks to him and gets dressed for work. She talks about how management is so impressed with them they want to expand the operation. How valuable his work is for the company. How she has several more machines for him to fix.
He starts to think more critically about his situation. How many machines has he fixed? How much is that worth to the company? In a few minutes, he remembers previously hearing them talk about the broken machines and losing millions. He quickly estimates how much his little "predicament" is worth to the company, and becomes suspicious. He "wants to talk to management". She's in the bathroom and goes quiet. A minute later she returns to "collect" him for their trip to work. He repeats his request to "talk to management" when she's handling him.
"Ohh, I heard you the first time, but I think you need to see this from my perspective. They want results, and right now I'm giving them results. Management is trusting me to handle the little details, and I'm handling them. I understand this situation is stressful for you, but I assure you, you're better off with me handling this than management. I'm keeping your family well taken care of. I'm keeping you clothed, and fed, and as of last night, maybe even a little happy." She let out a little smirk. "You and I are a team. We are doing what a dozen scientists couldn't figure out how to do. We're fixing millions of dollars of broken company assets. We're putting them back in the black. Don't you see. They need us."
"You mean they need me." His words were aggressive given his predicament. Held in her hand, suspended a distance that to him felt like forty feet off the ground, he regretted his boldness as soon as the words loosed from his mouth.
"Well. About that. I know this has all been very stressful for you; for your own good, I haven't been entirely forthcoming. You see, they believe you're gone. Dead. Our use of this technology is strictly regulated. An employee casualty is one thing, but if anyone found out we shrunk living organism, we'd be shut down immediately. Billions in investment and potential shareholder profits would evaporate into thin air. As you can imagine, I have very clear instructions from management about how important it is that such a thing never happen. And so you see, it never happened."
"What! You can't just. You have to tell them what happened." What he was hearing was alarming. He no longer cared for his safety. This was a travesty. A violation of his freedom.
"I don't think you are hearing me clearly. I told them what happened. They told me what I just told you. They asked if I understood the importance of the situation. They asked me if I could handle it. If I handed you over to them, you would be dead. You should be thanking me."
He was now stunned silent. He had no retort. It was no surprise his company would sacrifice him rather than billions in profits. He should have known -- back when he signed all those forms about hazardous work, back when he accepted the exceptional pay for exceptional risk, back when he recorded that video to his family -- he should have known. "I know that's a lot to take in. Just think about it. We need to get to work." And with that she gently placed him into the modified jewlery case that served as his transport protection, and in turn, into her purse.
--
The quiet trip to work gave him time to think. Time to come to grips with the fact that he was captive. That his family probably thought him dead. That his employer wanted him erased. That however he was being taken advantage of, at least he was alive. Was it enough? By the time they reached her office, and opened his transport case, allowing him to step out onto his work-shelf, he had rehearsed his next words over and over. "I want to know my family is okay. I want proof. You've been lying to me for months. You and the company have been profiting handsomely from my situation. How do I know anything you're saying is true? I'm not fixing any more machines until I have proof. I am not a slave."
"How interesting." She pauses for a moment, as if considering how to respond. "I assure you, you're family is well taken care of, and I'll get you your proof. However, let's be straight." Even the small amount of dominance in her tons had a powerful effect coming from a woman who seemed fifty feet tall to him.
"You need me. Thanks to me you're alive. I keep you fed; I keep you safe; you have someone to talk to morning and night; soon you'll see that it is me, not the company, financially supporting your family. This little partnership of ours is very good for my career as long as you are fixing machines. If you stop, you're just a dirty little pet that I have to feed and clean-up after twice a day. Have you ever had to clean the crap out of a dollhouse's water basin? You keep talking like that and you will." Her giant hand approached, and a finger half as tall as he was tapped gently on a broken machine next to him. "But if you keep fixing machines, and we keep getting bonuses from upper management, then I'll continue to make your life comfortable, perhaps even pleasant. Speaking of which, I trust you slept a little better last night?"
Her final words caught him off-guard. His face flushed red at the memory, masturbating to the sight of her giant naked breast, thinking she was asleep, seeing her eye peering in on him -- the sinking feeling of knowing she'd been watching him all along.
"Good. And by the way, I prefer the term little helper. So much more pleasant than slave, don't you think?" With that she closed the dresser, leaving him trapped and alone in his miniature work studio. Nothing but tools and broken machines all around him. He knew two things. She was right, and he had to somehow find a way out of this. But how?
"Connections"
She provides proof of his family safe
Back at her home, she sets him down on the living room coffee table, and opens a laptop in front of him. "I promised you proof. He is your proof." She tapped a few gestures into the computer, and a video began playing. It was a recording of a call between her and his wife, former wife, whatever.
"Ms. Chen, I'm calling to check in and see how you're holding up. I'm sure things have been very difficult with the loss of your husband, and I just want to make sure we're doing a good job of taking away every burden we possibly can."
"Miyoko, you are too kind. We are working through our loss, and without your companies' genorosity, we might be lost in despair. The full-time nanny and counselling for me and my children has helped us struggle through." Simon's eyes welled up at seeing his wife. Underneath her cordial exchange he could see a deep sorrow in her eyes. "However, you have offered us a new house and private car service? How are we to accept such gifts? My husband must have been very important for us to deserve such excellent care-taking."
"I assure you Ms. Chen. Your husband's service to the company is unparalleled. You should be proud to have found and married such a brilliant and capable technician. Even now his techniques are providing benefits which are unrivalled among my staff. The comforts we have provided you are but a trifle. It is with my deepest regret that none of these gifts will bring your husband back to you." Simon could see mention of him was almost too much for his wife, as she tried to hide her budding tears. "I urge you to accept all that we offer you, hopefully they will make your life less of a struggle. Please don't hesitate to let me know if there is anything more we can do for you." His wife was obviously holding back tears as she silently nodded, and ended the video call.
Simon looked across a coffee table that felt like a huge dance-floor, towards the couch where Miyoko was sitting, waiting for the video to finish. "Your family is well cared for. I trust this proof is sufficient." Simon was holding back tears himself. "Please Simon. You must let go of them. Even if you could see them, do you think they would understand? How would your wife feel if she saw you standing on the kitchen table, no taller than a coffee cup? What would you say to her? And your children? The young can be impetuous. You wouldn't be safe in your own home." She paused, letting the reality sink in. Then she leaned forward, gently placing her hand on the table. In that moment he knew she was right. For months now she had gently and carefully cared for him. If not for her care, he could have easily been hurt or killed, merely by accident. He stepped and sat on her hand, only briefly losing his balance as she lifted him towards her. "Do you see now?"
He was still holding back tears as he nodded. He could see it. He had to let go. Perhaps this was all he would ever know. "It is hard, but I see it clearly now." He was still nodding. "I am no longer the man she married. There is no longer a place for me out in the world. Without you, I might be dead. I am grateful, thank you."
"You, Mr. Simon Chen, are very very welcome. No man has ever before been in your shoes. You are very strong to be able to accept your situation. I can see though that I have upset you, so let us turn our discussion to happier matters." Her thumb gently fell across his lap, securing him as she stood from the couch. Management is very happy with our results, and has granted us a large bonus and a promotion! Tonight is time to celebrate!" She set him down in the center of the dining room table, next to the flower arrangement. "I have a special dinner planned for us. Please excuse me for a moment." Simon wasn't much in the mood for celebration, but he was accustomed to no longer having much say in Miyoko's plans for him. He sat quietly against the glass flower basin, trying to forget his former life, trying to accept his new one.
Their dinner "date"
When Miyoko re-entered the room, he momentarily forgot about everything else. She was wearing a sexy red silk dress which was absolutely stunning. The fabric appeared to be tightly and haphazardly wrapped sideways around her, as if by accident -- though it was obviously painstakingly crafted to appear so. The halter perfectly framed and presented her bosom into an eye-catching display, while the bottom hem barely extended onto her thigh. Her black hair was teased and flowed around her shoulders in waves. She stood for a moment, as if waiting for him to notice, as if he wasn't already staring at her, stunned. "Miyoko! Your dress. I've never seen you so stunning! Tonight you must be the sexiest woman in all of Shanghai!"
She moved towards him with strut which was as sexy as her appearance. "You're sweet Simon. Thanks for saying so." She had a smirk on her face as she walked confidently by the table. He couldn't take his eyes off her, or the chance to see her curves from every angle. Across the room, she reached into a large container she must have brought from the office. As she turned, he could see she was carrying a silver serving tray, complete with a lavish dinner. Her walk was so regal and poised that he felt lazy remaining seated. He quickly scurried to his feet to watch the underside of the silver tray descend and land just inches away from him. Behind it, her stunning figure descended into the chair, giving him the closest view yet of her sexy plumped breasts, each twice as tall as he was.
He felt self-conscious looking up at her from this angle, and was thankful when he noticed her hand moving, gently lifting and moving something off of the silver tray. A moment later he could see what it was. A miniature table and chair, complete with it's own equally elegant dinner setting, sized appropriately for him. She had placed it just aside the tray, more than halfway across the table towards her. Her hand gestured towards it. "Please. I'm sorry it may be a bit cold, but I went to great pains to have something special made up for us." He politely bowed. As he approached, he wished she had placed it much further out. It had been sight enough to look across what felt like fifteen-feet of table to see twenty-five feet of sexy red lace bodice, bosom, and flowing hair. Pulling his miniature chair up to his miniature table just inches from her, his view was filled with what looked like a giant supermodel billboard turned to life.
Her huge hand gently came to rest to rest just inches from him, her fingers curling around behind him. His eyes tracked her huge thumb gesture as she spoke. "I'm sorry, you'll have to pour your own sake. I don't think I could manage that little bottle." He realized he'd only now looked down at his table setting. The entire table was covered in a layer of plastic wrap, holding everything down. He tore and peeled into the covering, freeing an appropriately sized steak dinner, utensils, and a healthy bottle of sake. He poured himself a small amount of sake, his eyes unable to avoid the billboard sized curve of her breast pressing into and flattening the red silk. He felt his hand begin to shake and narrowly missed spilling the bottle.
A hunk of steak bigger than his thigh rose on a fork to her lips far above. He felt stunned, and weak in the knees as he watched her bright red painted lips gently pull it off the fork and chew it daintily. Hunger dawned on him, and he tore his attention away to cut and eat a few pieces of his own miniature steak. A moment later a massive sake glass bigger than his own table was placed in front of it by slender sexy fingers. "A toast, to perseverance. I know this is not the destiny you would have chosen. I appreciate that you have adapted and accepted our unique...partnership."
"To perseverance." Simon lifted his own sake glass, reaching it out, his arm feeling weak as he watched the huge sake glass move slowly closer. Looking across at the glass, it was impossible not to notice the towering backdrop of stretched silk fabric which supported her breasts. He felt his table move and too late realized she had bumped her glass into it. His sake bottle toppled, and he dropped his glass while catching it. Looking up, she drank deeply, not yet noticing the chaos she had created.
"I'm sorry, did I do that?" She held her glass awkwardly high and to the side, seemingly afraid to set it back down onto the table. The move, however, merely drew more attention to her slender arm and sexy figure.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." He dabbed his white cloth napkin on the table to control the spilled sake before righting his glass and refilling it. By the time he was finished, both of her hands were busy carving something on her plate next to him.
"You should know. I'm not just happy for the promotion. I'm so glad we've worked things out. When they first implied how I should... resolve the situation, I was mortified." They both knew what she meant. They wanted all traces of him gone. Her fork hovered in front of him, holding a few pieces of asparagus, each as big as his arm. "I thought this plan would never work, but here we are. Not only are you alive and healthy, but I feel like we're becoming quite close. I bought a new house for your family, and you've helped make me invaluable to the company." The fork rose, and the asparagus disappeared into her lips.
When Simon registered what she had said, he nearly spit his sake across his miniature table. "You what!? *You* bought my family a new house? I thought the company bought them a new house. How could you possibly afford to buy them a house?!"
"I told you I would take care of them Simon. Besides, the house was only ten million Yuan. A small fraction of the bonuses they are providing to us because of our little arrangement. I haven't transferred it fully to your family, but if you keep up your good work, I soon will. Trust me, I'm taking better care of them than the company ever would." She raised her glass and took another healthy slow draw from it, delaying his response in the process.
He felt his gut twist. It was enough to be kept as a captive 'little helper', giving up his family while she reaped the benefits. Now he was getting a view into how large the benefits were. His previous salary had been just under two hundred thousand Yuan a year, and here she was throwing around millions like it was inconsequential. Underneath her admission was another gut twister. She wasn't just taking care of them better than the company would, he was taking care of them better than he ever could. With that kind of money, they would want for nothing. As much as it made him feel insignificant, it also made him angry. Those were his millions. He was the one fixing the broken machines. His mind was raging in so many directions he wasn't sure where to start.
A moment later she'd set down her glass, her huge hand again coming to rest inches from him on the table, drawing his full attention. Her fingers moved distractingly. "It's been so exciting, Simon. Being able to write a check for twelve million Yuan. Giving your family a nanny, a personal driver and not blinking at the cost." He felt queasy again, but he wasn't sure of the cause. He tried to stay focused on her as she spoke, but with her breasts filling more than half his view, his eyes just would not stop darting down to them. "Taking care of you has also be exciting for me, Simon." He felt his chair bump forward before one of her fingers brushed into his back. "Especially when you watch me. Like that night. From the doll-house." He couldn't believe what she was saying until he noticed her speech changing. She'd had at least two full glasses of sake already, and not much of her dinner.
"Miyoko. I think." He felt her finger brush into his hair again. "I think you have celebrated too much, too fast." Her free hand gently reached across her body, placing fingers against the near edge of the silver tray and sliding it slowly and gently away from him. "Miyoko?" Even her sliding the tray out of the way seemed to carry a sultry sexy quality to it, amplified by the unavoidable reveal of her body as her arm retreated. With the tray out of the way, the was nothing between them but his miniature table. She leaned down towards him, his eyes powerless to avoid watching her sexy lips approach, and her increasingly prominent cleavage.
"Like right now. You can't keep your eyes off me can you?" He tried to disagree, his face making a sour expression. Both her elbows were on the table now, and she drew her fingers lightly against the plumped and exposed skin of her chest. Some primal animal part of him couldn't help but watch. His hairs standing up signalling the danger of fingers almost as long as he was tall, her other hand still trapping him from behind. Tingles running down his spine from the sexy plumped curve of her breast, amplified to a size dwarfing his own body by his miniaturized proportions.
"Ai ya. That gives me shivers down my spine. Don't you feel it?" He didn't know what to say. It would be a lie to deny her. With her sexy challenge, her body leaning in towards him, his whole body felt queasy and weak. She completely filled his view, so no matter where he looked he found her sexiness -- the curve of her neck against her jaw, a wisp of jet black hair falling forward onto her collarbone. The asymmetric curve of her breasts bumping into one another, covered by not hidden by the thin silk fabric. Without consciously making a decision, he found himself nodding to her. What was he nodding at?
"You want to touch me don't you?" Staring up at even the tastefully exposed skin on her chest, he couldn't help but have any thoughts but yet. Then Simon felt something brush into his leg. He saw her thumb effortlessly and quickly flip his miniature table up into the air, everything tossed off it. It seemed like it was eight feet high before it fell, disappearing on the far side of her wrist, leaving him sitting on the miniature chair. Her thumb returned, heavily brushing and shoving his leg inward. "Go ahead."
It took him a minute to deduce her meaning. His mind was focused on her overt femininity, the tease of her body. It was only when he realized he was pinned down that he guessed she meant for him to touch the giant thumb pinning his lap. Still, she had him charged up, and as soon as he realized what she intended, he complied, placing his hands firming around the digit. At first he just lightly felt it's contours. It felt rough, unrecognizable. Then slowly, his mind pieced together the proportions, the edge of her nail, the curve of her skin, and suddenly even the skin of her thumb was erotic.
He looked up to see her smirking down at him. His hand caressed towards her palm, and he felt like she could see it in his eyes. The amazement. She cocked her mouth open slightly in anticipation as she pressed her thumb gingerly into his chest, rubbing it firmly enough to tear several buttons off his shirt without meaning to.
"Simon, you really are a little helper. Touching you has panties wet and my heart racing." Her face registered surprise. "Oooh, I don't know what's come over me. I've never spoken to a man like this before." Her face showed a playful sinister look. "I've also never come-on to a subordinate before. Are you going to report me to human resources?" She drew a finger suggestively across her bottom lip; he sub-consciously shook his head, mimicking it's movement.
With that he felt her fingers reach in under his chair as she lifted him up. He heard a crack, as pressure against one of the legs split it off. A moment later he heard it hit the table below. Her eyes were focused over his shoulder as she carried him towards the bedroom. He, on the other hand, was treated to a glorious view down her frame from from chest-height, watching every inch of the fabric hug her curves as she moved. At her feet, he caught the first sight of her black stiletto heels.
Their bedroom moment
It didn't take long for her to reach the bedroom and set him on the dresser. With only three legs on the chair, it awkwardly split and tossed him out onto the surface. She giggled at him, but was already busy contorting to unzip the back of her dress. She showed a mock pouty face. "I think it's stuck. Would you mind?" She turned her back to him, bringing her hip to the dresser edge inches from him. He was already on his feet, but at his size the top of the zipper seemed to be easily twenty feet over his head. He looked up to see her peering over her own shoulder at the predicament.
"Hmm. Let's see." She looked around the room, and a moment later she had scooped him up and was carrying him towards the bed. She crawled onto it with him in hand, and set him onto a pillow as she laid out on her front side. Her head turned, inches from him. "Well? Can you make your way up there and loosen it for me?" Her lips and mouth were huge, and he realized this was the closest he'd ever been to her face. He couldn't help reaching a hand out in amazement, touching it against her cheek. She smiled at the moment, and turned for him to place a hand against her lip, extending her tongue slightly. He ran his hand against the rough surface, lost in the moment until she turned away. "Zipper little helper. Stay on task." The tone of her voice was playful as she buried her face in the pillow.
He moved slowly, touching her arm and shoulder before grabbing the silk fabric on her halter and pulling himself up. He caught himself in some of her hair, her giggles interrupted into a sharp tone. He felt the muscles of her shoulder move underneath him as her arm raised to pull her hair aside. Her movement had also uncovered the zipper. He crawled over the skin and red silk fabric until he was straddling it. He reached down, grabbed hold of the hubcap sized eyelet, and pulled hard. The zipper moved very freely and he lost his balance, falling over. His movements ticked her, and she laughed, her back bouncing and undulating, involuntarily tossing him sliding off the side.
He landed with a soft thump on the covers of her bed which, angled from her weight, slid him up against her body and more of the silk dress. He heard and felt her giggle again. "You are a really ticklish little helper." He found his footing, and stood, braced against her side and holding onto the red fabric. Looking across her back and up at her hair, he couldn't help but again be awestruck by her sexiness. He reasserted himself, climbing up the dress until he reached the zipper eyelet. He was careful this time, crawling along, gently pulling the zipper as he went.
Midway down her back the zipper opened to expose the black fabric of her bra and his heart skipped a beat. To him it looked like a massive band of sturdy material three feet wide. Only a couple real world inches further, the zipper approached it's end. "Finished!" He called up to her triumphantly. She raised her head, and waited a moment before tipping her body, sending him sliding to the covers once again. This time there was nothing to bump against, as she was already lifting herself off the bed. He laid motionless, watching her gorgeous body rise away from him, the dress fabric falling loose from the open zipper.
"Thanks little helper." She stood next to the bed, looking down at him, as she slithered her arms out of the halter. A moment later she peeled the luxurious red fabric down her body, exposing a black lace bra and panties, and what appeared to Simon to be forty or fifty feet of naked flesh. Before he had time to admire her, she peeled her panties to the floor. She reached for her bra but hesitated. "Come to think of it, you might need this." She left it on, and slithered back onto the bed. Her belly button came to rest in front of him, and propped on her side, her torso was twice as wide as he was tall. Before he could take in much more, her hand plucked him off the covers and plopped him up high enough for them to make eye contact.
"One of us is now wearing way too much clothing." His eyes scanned down her lace covered breasts, naked torso, and legs extending into the distance -- as if he needed confirmation of her meaning. This all seemed to be moving way too far, way too fast. Before he could object, her arm reached over him; he felt fingers bump his back, and then a tug at his shirt. "Here, let me help you with that." Her voice had a playful giggle to it. A moment later, she had lifted him up by the back of his shirt, and with a couple dangling tugs, had torn most of the seams, landing him face-down on the bed in only the tatters that remained. He heard her a satisfied laugh before again being hoisted up, this time by the fabric near his ankles. Again a couple tugs and he felt himself sliding out of the pants, landing face-first on the bed.
"I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am." He turned himself upright to see her patiently inspecting him. "And from the looks of things, you most certainly are." It took him a moment to realize she was referring to his obvious erection. He honestly didn't know what he was feeling. The butterflies in his stomach had invaded his whole body. While he felt emotionally and physically sick at being helplessly tossed about. He felt equally aroused by her beauty, her sexiness, and the sheer undeniable dominance over him.
"I feel like my insides are turning inside out, and I don't know whether it's more excitement or fear." " He stood, dumbfounded for a moment, then added in non-sequitur, "you're beautiful." At that her smile widened into a giddy childish grin.
"Ohh, how you flatter me, little helper." Her voice was colored with her giddy excitement. "Now, I believe this titillation has lasted long enough for both of us." He again felt her fingers pluck him up off the bed. She turned onto her back and set him onto her tummy. Giant breasts the size of automobiles rose from her chest in front of him. As her arms flanked him, he turned to see her fingers find and probe down into her own sex.
As he turned back, he must have had a look of shock on his face. "You're going to have to. Take care of yourself." Her words were oddly interrupted by her own self pleasure. "That little guy is. Too small for me. To handle." Her breathing grew rhythmic and heavy as she worked herself, eyes wide and staring down at him the whole time. He felt her pause her motions for a moment. "Aww. Don't be shy little helper. You've been staring at my tits the whole night. Don't you want to enjoy them?" He felt a finger bump him from behind. "Come on baby. Hump them. Climb them. Come on them." Her fingers were more determined this time, pushing him up her torso until he was awkwardly pressed into her huge right tit. "You know, when you get invited to come on your boss' giant tit, it's rude to refuse." Her voice carried a mock seriousness that was just enough to re-stir the butterflies in his stomach. Driven by sexual frustration, he reached for the lace of her bra and began to pull.
"Ohh. That's right." He could tell she was back to her self-manipulation. Climbing up the face of her tit was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was again unfamiliar at first. Then as his mind accepted the scale, he began to feel her sexuality. His hands and knees sinking into her flesh, the proximity of her nipple. His cock was rubbing against her as he climbed, and he could help but instinctively rub against her for the sensations. "Ohh yes little man. I like. Watching you climb my. Giant tit. Watching you. Uhhn. Ohh my, ohh my. I'm coming, I'm coming. Yes. Yes." Her body bucked, and he grabbed hold of the lace tightly. Less than a minute later it was over, and she calmed, still panting.
"Ohh Simon that was good. Now it's your turn. Hump it." He felt fingers on his ass, rhythmically pressing him into her breast, undulating the flesh back and forth. "Ooh, you like that?" He was face first on her now, god it felt good. Spread eagle on the that fleshy mound. The shape of her nipple bumping into his chest. "I'm so turned on. Right now. My little sex. Toy. Riding my. Giant. Tit." The sensations against her were heaven, and from the rhythm in her voice, she was pleasuring herself too. Another moment and she came again. "Ohh my. Ohh my. Little guy. Yes. Yes. Yes." This time when her body bucked, he was secure, held him firmly against her.
"You have to be aching by now. No more torture." Huge fingers pulled up under his arms, bringing him to rest kneeling across the middle of those giant tits. "Take it out, let me see it." Simon found this entire situation crazy and uncomfortable. Still he didn't need to be told twice. His brain was on sexual overdrive. He reached into his pants and freed his now painful errection. "Yes baby. Do it. You know you want it." He was pumping himself now, and he would have lost his balance had her hands not both come up and wrapped over his legs, pinning them to her chest.
She was entirely focused on him now, watching him pleasure himself. She let her mouth open suggestively, showing her tongue just a little. Simon was rapt --his mind a fog. He wanted to come so bad he didn't know how. He was rubbing himself so hard it was starting to hurt. She could see the cringe in his face. "Aww Simon. Let me help." She leaned her head towards him, tongue barely extended. Her mouth was daunting, twice as wide as his body. As sexy as her tongue was, the powerful muscle raised his fear instincts. He had to do something.
"Uhnnn" He was moaning now. His cock hurt, throbbed, ached for release. He leaned forward, rubbing it against the moist wetness. It was heaven. Heaven and hell at the same time. He couldn't get any leverage. He grabbed the sides of her tongue and tried to pull against it, but it was too slippery. She must have felt something, because she curled it. She seemed to be trying to wrap him, only the curve was far too big. "Muhh," he let out in a whimper, stopping for a moment.
Suddenly she shifted gears. She planted her tongue against him in a sloppy wet mess, her fingers pressing him up against it. A moment later the tip of her tongue was flicking up and down, rubbing against his crotch. "Yes. Yes." This felt good, ohh so good. It was working. She shifted her tongue, trying something as she explored his thighs and chest. "Ohh no, don't stop." A moment later she was back, rhythmically lapping at him, humping him against the roughness of her tongue.
When it finally came, it was like a waterfall, his body spasming and convulsing as it released hours of pent up tension. She continued, rubbing and lapping at him for several minutes after, just to be sure he got everything he needed.
When she finally lifted him off, gently setting him into his dollhouse, he was exhausted. "Get some sleep little helper, you're going to need it; tommorow we have a new shipment of machines to fix." Crawling into his bed he felt deeply confused. He never thought himself capable of cheating on his wife, but he also didn't know whether that had been cheating or not. His family thought him dead. Had he really given up on never seeing them again? Or was it simply that she hadn't given him a choice? What did it all mean? He was too tired to answer any of these questions and slipped off to sleep.
"Conditioning Begins"
conditioning begins
(describe what Simon sees as he wakes up) As exciting as his night had been, Simon woke up with pangs of guilt. Somewhere he had a family, a wife and two children; with him shrunk to only six-inches tall it was looking less and less like he was ever going to see them again, but they were out there.
Miyoko enters in a chipper mood, dressed for work. she let him sleep in because she knows she tired him out last night, but now they have to hurry. he starts his shower routine, but she opens the house and grabs him, explaining that because he slept in, she doesn't have time for one of his forty minute showers. She sets him on the bathroom sink, talking to him with a hand in the stream of water waiting for the right temperature. "we have a big day ahead of us. seems some big customer made a rush order of four machines. It's going to be weeks before the next batch is built and shrunk, so they're going to give us a huge bonus if we can fix three machines today. There, that seems about right." She pulls the sink plunger and gently picks him up. "Eyes closed. Deep breath." She holds him under the running water. (describe his sensation of near drowning, followed by soaping, followed by near drowning as she rinses him.) She sets him down on a washcloth. "See, much faster." (does she take him back to the house? or did she bring his dresser also for him to get dressed?)
(maybe she makes a big show of him hurrying to dress, so he can get into his transport case, only to carry him out into the living room, where she has a full lab setup on the coffee table. "surprise, we're working from home today!") She sees the sorrowful look in his eye. It kills her mood and she sits down. "Look, I know it's hard, losing you're old life. Some days I look at what I'm doing here and think it's so wrong, I think it would have been more humane to follow management's orders." Simon sub-consciously took a step back. Had she really just casually referenced killing him? Like it would be so easy? "But then I look at you, and I just can't help but try to take care of you, protect you. Am I doing such a bad job?"
"No, no! I just..." He objected vigorously. Partially because she wasn't doing that bad a job taking care of him, but more because he was afraid of what might happened if she decided to stop. "I just miss my family. I know I can't be with them anymore, I can see that now. I just. I wish I could see them, and last night..." He paused, trying to choose his next words carefully. "This is all just very confusing for me."
"Hah! Confusing for you? Try being me! A six-inch tall employee got into my pants on the first date!" He couldn't help but laugh with her at the disarming joke. Suddenly her words became serious, "though if you'd prefer we kept this a strictly business arrangement, I can..." This felt like as much of a threat as an offer. He found himself backpedaling, subconscious fear driving his shaking head and moving hands. The motions answered her without him saying a word. "Good." She stopped mid-sentence, placing her fingers on the table, walking it towards him. "If it helps your guilt any," she extended a giant digit directly into his chest, "it's not like you could have stopped me." The nail bit a little into his shirt and skin. For a moment her expression looked too playfully dangerous, and he feared for what she might do next. Then she just laughed, "You know, you're really cute when you're intimidated. You better stop kidding around and get some work done!" She poked him in jest, causing him to stumble back a bit to keep from falling.
(she introduces the three machines, explains that all "we" have to do today is fix these. He pushes-back, explaining that machines have days or weeks to fix in the past. Fixing three machines in one day is not possible. "i understand, i know you'll do this best, but how about i make this more interesting. They're offering me a big bonus if we get them done today. Seems only fair for me to offer you a big bonus for each machine you fix, one I'm sure you'll like." Then she relaxes, maybe gives the foot-folks a foot moment with her feet up on the table? maybe she watches TV? "let me know when you've finished one")
The first machine is hardly broken. The diagnostic turns up an unplugged cable, which he plugs back in, re-runs the diagnostic, and it's fixed already. "Ooh see, and here you thought it would take days and you're done with one in just 30 minutes! Ready for your first bonus?"
she started moving down off the couch. "i figured with all the stress you've been under, you might appreciate a little back and shoulder massage. Though I admit i thought you'd be working a little harder today to get it!" she had come to rest sitting on the floor, her tummy pulled up to and elbows resting on the coffee table. "over here little helper." She tapped her fingers instructively on the surface.
"I make the company millions, and I get a shoulder massage eh?" He had to admit, he was under alot of stress. Maybe it would do him some good. It couldn't hurt. He made his way towards her waiting hands, the fingers and palms opened up as if to catch him. He stepped up to her thumbs, draping his arms over and leaning his chest against them. He felt her huge fingers wrap-around his back. Her fingers barely moved as they pressed firmly yet carefully into the muscles into his back. He let himself sink against her grasp, staring down into the table surface. "So what's your bonus?" Her fingers paused for a moment.
"That's a bit awkward. I wouldn't normally share my compensation details with an employee. However, we are getting quite friendly, aren't we?" The motion on his left side stopped, and her right hand cupped and squeezed his body more firmly. "Five million Yuan if we have them done by the end of the day." Simon coughed at the answer, and her fingers immediately loosened. "Ohh, I'm sorry, was that too much pressure?"
"Five million Yuan!? For one day? That's four times more than I was making in a year!" His body forced another cough. Once he confirmed she hadn't hurt him, her thumbs gently pressed back into his chest. Her gesture tipped him backwards into the cradle of her grasp, forcing him to look up at her. Her face fast approached as she lifted him away from the table surface.
"They were really paying you that much? Mechanical services workers are a dime a dozen." The points of her fingers dug more firmly into his back this time, undulating separately like soft pieces of a giant robotic massage apparatus. "Hmm, though you do have a point. Perhaps you deserve something better than a simple back massage." He righteously nodded. Damn right he deserved something better. Something like Five million Yuan for fixing the machines! Or half? For his family?
Her hands cupped behind him. "Take off your pants." She said it all seriousness, but his face registered shock. He'd gone from mechanical tasks on a machine, to a highly unusual back massage, to learning of Miyoko's outrageous bonus in just minutes. Now she was asking him to disrobe? "Don't look so upset. You know this massage will be better with a happy ending. This is going to break several company policies, but you deserve it. Now, take off your pants, before I take them off for you." Her tone was friendly and entirely serious.
"Miyoko, that really isn't -- that isn't necessary." She shook her head, and he felt the platform of her hands moving. Her body filled more of his view as she brought him in closer, setting her down just a few real-life inches from her. He felt a bit wary of her giant clothed breast, she need only lean forward and he's be smothered by it.
"Of course it isn't necessary! If it was necessary, it wouldn't be a bonus, now would it?"
possible situations to use:
scenes
company institutes new security policy, x-ray scanning of bags. she can't send him through the x-ray in her purse. She has to "improvise". She darts away from the security check and tucks him into her clothing.
he wants to see his family, so she "visits" his family with him secretly hidden on her person. He can see them, can see her consoling them, checking that they are okay. In order to make sure he wouldn't scream for help, she threatened him beforehand. (you must understand, I can't let them find out about you. Besides the fact that they'd never believe it anyhow, if I hear a peep from you, you're going to get the treatment upper-management thinks you had months ago.)
themes
Miyoko becomes increasingly turned on knowing Simon is watching her with her partner(s).
sexual conditioning: at first he's reluctant, but then it becomes almost Pavlovian. He fixes a machine, he gets a sexual reward.
Miyoko's life displays more examples of the wealth he's creating for her. (lavish new hi-rise apartment, indoor hot-tub, car service, private jet, female escorts)
Miyoko's g/f could accidentally find out about Simon...
leading her to blackmail Miyoko? / or steal Simon?
shrink more people?
Miyoko could shrink more technicians, to boost productivity.
Miyoko could shrink a woman (for herself and for him) and force her to be his maid, mistress, etc.
Miyoko could shrink her g/f (because she stole Simon?)... allowing her to play with the two of them like toys
possible climax ideas
Simon could die. (trying to escape, or in an accident) We see Simon's wife visit his tiny casket (she was in on it), and Miyoko "make" a new tiny mechanic to "manage".
Simon could "be re-united with his family" by them being shrunk too.
Simon could realize Miyoko selfishly set him up to be shrunk. She could do it to more workers.
Simon could escape.
Simon could find out there are many employees who were "accidentally" put in his position.
Miyoko could have been hired by the company specifically to shrink, care-for, and handle Simon.
a) Simon could go crazy, refusing to fix machines, and be transferred to a holding community of all the other shrunk mechanics that "cracked". We could witness the cycle by seeing another attractive young "handler" (like Miyoko) being hired, another mechanic being shrunk and cared for.
b) Simon could go crazy, refusing to fix machines, and be given to his wife to care for. (she was in on the whole thing, offered a better life to allow her husband to be shrunk)
c) Miyoko could finish breaking/training Simon to fix machines for sexual rewards. She would take Simon's to a room with dozens of boxes, each with a tiny "trained" mechanic. Miyoko tends her "flock" of mechanics, talking to them as a group, lording her giant sexuality over them, sexually pleasuring those who finish fixing machines.