Mid Shift


I love working the mid shift on weekends. Everyone's out of the lab, the administrator's are asleep, the security guards aren't as anal. The only time I have more freedom at The Project is when the local franchise is playing a home game for the championship.

So I was there, 400 feet down in what we so creatively refer to as 'The Hole.' Our lab is the farthest from the elevators, we think because it's not all that hard to carry software. All the physicists and their big heavy crap are in the first few bays, the rest of us have to schlep down the tunnel. Ours is at the farthest end. I like it, personally, no one wanders through our space by accident. You have to mean to find us. It has to be a personal goal to mess up our workday (or work night, when I can get away with it).

So there were only a few lights on in the various side tunnels when I got to work, and two of them were people packing it in for the night. We nodded at each other, with the minimal familiarity of people in the same building, but disconnected jobs. Finally I was alone with a few thousand lines of code that weren't meeting our expectations. Heaven.

A few uneventful but personally challenging hours later, I went to take a well deserved break. I used the toilet and swung around to visit the snack machines. The vestibule was blocked, though, by something strange and unexpected. A large wall of some leathery looking substance filled the space. Most of it was kind of a pink, but there were hints of a darker brown to one side. Trying to figure out what it was, I opened the door fully and discovered it looked exactly like a nipple. It was a really, really big nipple, which would make the vestibule full of a breast.

Now, anywhere else, the sight of a breast that was as big as my first apartment would have me checking to see if someone spiked the coffee machine. Or look for hidden cameras. But this was the Project. Chances were that someone had taken advantage of the same opportunities I had and made a major breakthrough.

I backtracked through the locker room and into the area our administrative assistant uses to guard entry to the labs. I came face to face with a giant face. A woman lay in the tunnel, one at the same scale as the giant tit on the other side of the wall. She was on her side, facing me, with her back to the Theorist offices. I tried to figure out if I recognized her, but her features were slightly distorted by the size and the angle. Her eyes popped open as I entered our front room.

"Hi!" her voice boomed, "I was hoping someone was still working here. Did you hear me calling?"

"Um, no, but when I'm working, they tell me that Ragnarok could come and go without bothering me. What's happened?" She rolled her eyes and asked "What do you think?" I picked up the phone on the secretary's desk, listened briefly, then replaced it.

"Well, if you're working on Team Brobdinag, you've had a fairly spectacular success. If you're working on Team Lilliput, you've had an even more spectacular failure." She stuck her tongue out at me, then smiled.

"Brobdinag, if you must know. Now, can you please help me get out of here?"

I shrugged. "What can I do?"

"I need someone to change the controls on the projector and make me small again. Could you do it, please?" I pulled a chair up to her face, across from her eyes.

"Listen, ….uh?"

"Leslie."

"Thanks, Leslie, I'm Ron. Now, you know that the only way between the project bays is through the tunnel you're sitting in. There's no way to go around."

"Yeah, but I thought maybe you could crawl through the airways or something."

I pointed up to where her shoulder was tight against the ceiling. "The main air shaft runs through the arch of the central tunnel. You've crushed it. And the phone lines are routed alongside it, which is why the line is dead. I'm going to have to use the emergency escape to get to the surface and get security to let me back in, then come down the elevator. Where's your projector?"

"Oh," she frowned, "I think my left foot's in the elevator. Could you come back down the emergency shaft into my area?"

"Nope. They're strictly one way travel. It's a security feature." I relaxed into my chair. "Well, come Monday morning, someone'll have figured it out, and used the manual access. Can I get you a teeny tiny drink of coffee while we wait?" She groaned.

"Look, I can't really lie here for a day and a half. I'm not sure about the lasting effects of the projector. I mean, this wasn't exactly planned in the first place. It came on by accident and I barely made it to the central hall. What if it turns itself on again!? I could fill up the available space like an inflatable crushing ball!!" She was starting to breathe faster, and with her body plugging the tunnel, she was breathing big gulps of my air. I tried to calm her down.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I'll go fix it. But I'll have to crawl past you. Is that okay?" She started to relax, thank random.

"Yeah, whatever. Can you do it? Really?" I took the fire-escape safety map off the wall behind me. I roughly estimated her size and sketched in her figure.

"Okay, your boobs are in the vestibule, which puts your hips outside Bio. Should be plenty of room there, then your thighs are filling that short hall through to Physics 3. I might have to get pretty damned intimate, but I think I can make it." I started undressing.

"Um, don't think I'm not going to be grateful, but what are you doing?"

"I'm going to have to squeeze by, and I need to be as slick as possible." I grabbed the foam extinguisher and walked to her cleavage. I saw one breast sticking into the side passage, and one nestled between the ceiling and the transom of the door. I judged the most room to be between the two boobs, so I emptied the extinguisher into the space. Then I got another one from farther back in our space to cover myself.

"Okay, Leslie, I'm going to be squeezing past you. Try to give me as much room as possible where you feel me. I'll stay in physical contact with you at all times, so you know where I'm at." She nodded, and wished me luck. Then she gave a small gasp.

"What?"

"Someone's slapping me!"

"Where?"

"On my ass!" I glanced at the map. Ah.

"That's professor Ligg. He was coming in when I was."

"Who the hell's Ligg?"

"Short guy? Tweed coat, green denim pants?" She nodded her recognition. "I've worked with him a bit. He's almost stereotypically absent minded. I'd say the most like thing is you're in his way, he's going to leave a note for his secretary to have the tunnel cleared, then he'll go back to work. Has he stopped?"

"Yeah…I think."

"You should be good for another 8 hours, then." At that, I walked across and started climbing her boobs. It was hard to make progress. Slick as I was, I couldn't get much traction, but if I hadn't used the foam I'd never move at all. But I wiggled and squirmed and eventually squeezed my way to the underside of her boobs. The worst part was probably the rather embarrassing effect all this was having on my cock. It stuck out like a kickstand. I popped out from between them and slid down her ribcage to the floor.

I kept a hand trailing along her side as I walked down the hall. She shuddered a time or two and I realized that she was ticklish. I shifted to touching her every other step rather than running my hand along the flank and the Leslie tremors subsided.

The map had indicated another extinguisher along here and there was, but it was the wrong type. I considered the dry powder version for a second, then rejected it. The powder might or might not act as a lubricant, but any airborne parts would make it harder to breathe. And I was going to have enough difficulty with that as it was.

So I got to her hips and contemplated the next part of my journey. Her thighs were tight together and filling the tunnel. Again, it looked like my best path was between her legs. The problem was getting up there. I tried to jump up, then wedged myself between her leg and the wall. Finally I patted her leg a couple of times, so she wouldn't get too upset when she didn't feel me, and searched through the bay across from her belly. The inner doors were all locked, but I managed to get a chair from their foyer. I used that to climb up, and got myself wedged in between her thighs. Then it was the grope from Hell, man.

The thighs were tighter together than the boobs had been, and they gave less, and the passage was longer. I could feel her muscles around me, as she strained to give me as much room as possible, but it was still three kinds of a bitch to move. Squirm, wiggle, breathe…then do it all over again.

Finally, it was over. I reached her knees and rolled down off her leg. I lay there on the floor for a moment, recovering my breath. I kept a leg pressed against her shin until I was ready to go look for the projector.

I found it, and the controls were KISS friendly. It was the work of a moment to get it into the hall and shrink her back down to normal. It stopped automatically and I immediately pulled the power supply out. Didn't want a repeat of this effort.

But as the naked woman walked towards me, , I decided that I just might be willing to go through it again. As she got close, I finally recognized her. I'd never known her name but I'd seen her in the elevator a time or two. She smiled, wiping the foam from her bosom. "That was really something."
"Yep," I agreed. "That story'll be worth a few drinks at the Project lounge."

"For both of us." She smiled and stepped closer. "You know, I noticed that you enjoyed at least a part of that." Her gaze dipped down to my hard-on and back up to my face. My mouth was suddenly dry and I could only nod. She started to trail her hand down between her breasts. "I suppose, for our report, we're going to have to make sure exactly where you went." I reached up and pressed a finger into the side of her boob. "Well," I started, "I remember that freckle…" Just then a voice interrupted us from down the hall. Dr. Ligg was speaking into his memo machine. "Memo to the Directors: Recommend a dress code for Project personnel." He walked past us to the elevators, still commenting. "And request that the large pink screen with the butterfly tattoo not be placed in the main hallway again." He was still listing complaints as the elevator doors closed. We laughed until we fell into each others' arms.