You are Sahrye's Boss and you thought it would be a good idea to make her work on Sunday but she is having none of that and Shrinks you in 3 stages, Boob height, *ss height and Feet height, She has you kiss her *ss, sm*thers you with her boobs and makes you rub and kiss her feet. Sh*t mostly in POV with some third person SFX shots added.

Transcript Below.............

You do realize that it's my day off, right? Not only is it my day off, but it's Sunday. It's a day of rest. And I was resting until you had the audacity to not only c*ll my phone a gazillion times, but now show up at my house. Can you-- doesn't it look like I'm resting? I'm relaxing. I'm in loungewear. I was lounging in my wear.

I cannot believe that you seriously have the nerve to be asking me for reports right now. I am not scheduled. I am not on c*ll. I am not waiting for you to show up at-- I thought-- I thought you were DoorDash. Like, I thought you were my food. But no.

What don't you get? I am not working today. You know, I'm so tired of your blatant disrespect for my time, for my life, for me in general, thinking that you-- it's your way or the highway. You know, I--

So you're going to learn today that sometimes, when you're big, you need to learn how to be small.

Oh, yeah. You see that look? That look of fear that just literally is riddled all over your face. Yes, that's exactly what's happening. You don't know? I shrunk you. I'm putting you in your place. I'm making you the right size. You know, it's not like you who consistently think that they can do whatever they want, right? I see you at work ogling me all over my body, having such a hard time, keeping your eyes level with mine. And it's not like I traipse around the office in skimpy skirts and low-cut blouses, but no, you just can't seem to keep your filthy, hello, perverse eyes up here. They seem to linger here quite often. You seem to get stuck in this place right here.

Anytime I'm wearing a low-cut blouse, this is what you think of, isn't it? That's what you wish, what you throw in size about.

Me bouncing like giant f*cking tits in front of your face, motorboarding just like that, smacking you around.

Very, very often, just like that, right? Is this what you imagine happening to you? Me bending over, shoving my bosom in your face?

Like I would ever do something like that. I mean, I am here in this moment, but it's to humiliate you, to remind you how far you've come. You went from being up there to being down here, and that's in my control.

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You see, you can't seem to respect or understand when I'm working and when I'm not working, and you think it's okay to come busting in here, demanding I do things for you. Would you do that if you were small? That feel, huh? Knowing that your height is literally in the palm of my hand. I determine how big, or should I say, how small you are in comparison to me at this point. That's right. We both know that you love staring at any female's giant or not so giant *ss, right?

Perfect height. That's what you're always looking at anyway, right? Anytime a girl bends over, your eyes are just glued to their *sses.

I could just use your st*pid face as a chair, right? Just sit back on it, your weak, pathetic l*ttle weak neck.

Always found with your eyes peeled straight to a bottom. G*d forbid someone bend over, someone have to pick something up, you know? At this point, I could just crush you. See how easy that would be for me to just crush you, just boop you right out?

It would take me nothing, nothing at all. It would be so very, very simple to just end you if I wanted to.

Or maybe, maybe I'll crush you in between my thighs, hmm?

Crush you in between my thighs.

What's that?

Shoving your nose into my crotch, the closest you'll ever get to it.

Watching your face turn all sorts of colors.

Maybe I stick your pathetic scrawny neck in between my thighs and I just squeeze.

Watching your st*pid l*ttle face turn all sorts of colors.

Red, magenta, purple, bl*e. Oh, your eyes are bulging as mine, your nose and my crotch are so close to one another. The closest you'll ever get, you pathetic f*cking loser. Don't think that this is over, because it's just getting started.

Now this feels like just the right height for you.

And now that you're naturally where you truly belong, how about we put you to work? You know, I work so hard for you.

I'm on my feet all the time.

Always mandating that we be in high heels and skirts as our office attire. Do you know what that does to a girl's feet?

Do you? Do you know the kind of pressure that applies on our b*lls and on the pinky toes, on our arches? So, I figure if you think that you are going to want to be put back to your regular size, you're going to have to earn it. You are going to earn the respect of the rest day that Sunday is, that my day off is entitled to. Some self-care, some pampering. So, if you want to go back to normal size, you better get to work.

That's right, you're going to massage those feet. You're going to rub them. Oh, you're going to need them. Kiss, l*ck, just like that. Mm-hmm. Oh, and that's right, you're going to kiss and l*ck and suck on them.

Make sure you get all in between the wrinkles, in between my toes. You're going to earn an honest day's wage for the first time in your self-righteous, entitled, l*ttle f*cking life.

You better do it like your life depends on it, because it very well may. And if you don't, well, let's just say that I have no issue crushing you like the bug that you are now sized.

Right? I just pick up my heel and just crush you.

So, you have decisions to make.

Rub and massage and care for my feet like your life depends on it, because it just might.

Thought you were coming here to tell me to do some work.

I think not. You, my tiny l*ttle friend, you, my teeny-weeny l*ttle boss man, are the one working now. Now you're on the clock.

That's it.

Rub, rub, rub. Massage away. Mm-hmm. L*ck and kiss those perfect feet. These feet may be a f*cking company. Without them, you would be nothing but a l*ttle f*cking man with a chip on his shoulder.

Mm-hmm. Just think of this as a lesson in humility. A lesson in appreciation.

Because without us, you're nothing.

Nothing but a tiny l*ttle bug.

There's only one thing to do with bugs. Right?

Crush them.

(Giggling) Oh, I love when a tiny man screams for mercy. (Giggling) (Sigh) That's not bad. Not bad at all.

You know, even though it wasn't a bad massage,

I think I'm ready for new management.

(Clears Throat)

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