Under New Management…Way Under


Cheryl leaned forward and nosed around Amy’s clit. She didn’t quite touch it, not yet. Amy wasn’t ready. She knew because there was a femoral artery under each of Cheryl’s elbows. Her employer’s pulse was racing, but still building.

So she licked around and around the nubbin of flesh. Her hands separated the labia and stroked the tender surfaces within. She used her fingertips to make it all the more tantalizing.

“Oh, you fucking tease,” Amy hissed. She started to squirm, legs coming dangerously together against her little lover. The safety straps keeping her knees apart started to pop under the strain but they did stop the constricting.

Cheryl grinned and lifted herself up. She rubbed her breasts against the giant pussy and leaned down to lick at the narrow strip of pubic hair. Amy was strangely ticklish there and started twisting more violently.

“Oh, please, please,” she moaned. “Alright. Okay, you win. I’ll double your pay for doing the seed pearls if you make me come in the next-“

Cheryl had already grabbed the woman’s clit with her lips and applied a powerful sucking. Her hands stroked the base while her tongue touched at the tip. Amy screamed and arched her back. Cheryl had to scramble to keep her position.

There was the tense moment where both lovers froze, afraid to move, trying to stretch the moment. Then the world returned as Amy gulped a few huge breaths and relaxed down into her bed.

She reached down to lift Cheryl up and cuddle the little woman to her bosom. Cheryl gently kissed a nipple, then curled around the boob like a boneless teddy bear.

Amy held her in place with a hand against the exquisitely perfect ass and stroked her hair. “You know,” she murmured, “if all labor negotiations were like this, there would be no wars.”

“I don’t know about that,” Cheryl said softly. “But for sure, if Ford Modeling had an opening for a manager, the MBA’s would be knifing each other in the personnel office.”

“Mmmm,” Amy agreed. She freed her knees from the restraints and curled up with her entire staff.

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“Cheryl?” Amy’s voice called. The mini looked up from the boots she was decorating for a custom job. Amy came into the workroom, scanning the benches for Cheryl’s location.

Her face lit up when they made eye contact. “There you are! I want you to meet someone.” She gestured towards the doorway. A woman entered and looked where Amy was pointing.

Cheryl gave a small wave as the woman’s face went through the usual range of expressions: shock, denial, suspicion, wonder, the glance around the room for hidden cameras. She looked the new woman over as she waited for the guest to regain the power of speech.

She actually looked a lot like Amy. With the boss standing behind and to the side, with a rather self-satisfied smirk firmly in place, she was able to make direct comparisons.

Their heights were close, their figures nearly identical and their facial features were similar enough to be related. Cheryl judged the new woman to be a bit younger than Amy, maybe almost her own age.

There was a brief surge of envy. This woman could be anywhere, doing anything. Much like Cheryl should be. Would be, if not for that bitch Susan. Then again, she was forced to admit, Susan only made her Amy’s toy girl in self defense. It was entirely Cheryl’s fault she was in this mess. She had let the little bitches escape.

“Wow,” New Girl finally said. “She’s real. She’s everything you said, Aunt Amy.”

“She is. And more,” Amy said cheerfully. “Madeline, this is Cheryl. Cheryl, this is my niece, Madeline. She’s buying my store.” Cheryl stared at Amy. “And she’s buying you.”



Cheryl lowered her needle as Amy stepped over close, hand outstretched. She raised her hands to her ears, expecting to be picked up. It was the best way to be sure they weren’t pinned in the giant’s grip.

She was lifted in the usual way. Amy liked to run a finger between her legs, either from the front or behind. It was kind of like riding an upholstered ski lift. Or being groped by a motorcycle seat.

“I’ve looked over my finances,” Amy said, stroking the head of her little worker. “If I sell 90% of the business, the price, my savings and the little stream of cash should cover my retirement.”

“But you and I…” Cheryl protested. “We were… We are! Um…”

“Please, Cheryl. We have nothing. You used Susan’s invention and Andrea’s body to get what you wanted. And for the last few months, you’ve used your body to get what you wanted from me.

“Of course, what I wanted was your body, so I guess everyone’s happy.” She kissed the little head and placed Cheryl back down on the table. “I just don’t think you’ll travel well.” Cheryl remembered moving Andrea. Bound and gagged in a make-up kit didn’t appeal as a travel suite to her, either.

Amy stepped towards the door. Madeline reached over. Her fingertips twisted the little girl slightly around so that she could be grasped from behind. As it happened, it had been one of Cheryl’s favorite way to carry her own captives. It put both of her breasts right next to questing fingertips. Wherever they went, they casually groped the shrunken woman on the way.

Right now, they went to the little breakfast nook behind the store. Amy made a pot of tea and Madeline sat at the bay window. She didn’t put Cheryl down, just ran fingers and eyes over the little form.

“Actually,” Madeline said, “I think it’d be more accurate to say that I’m purchasing your contract.”

“She doesn’t have one,” Amy said. “She’s closer to an indentured servant, or maybe a refugee.” She sat down and served.

“Refugee from what?” Madeline asked. Her questing finger reached the tiny knee and started to climb. Cheryl reached down to stop the tip, twisting her groin away.

“Yes, I’m anatomically correct, thank you,” she said. Madeline raised an eyebrow but didn’t force the issue. She did lift a thumb up against the left breast next to it. Cheryl sighed and crossed her arms.

“From the law,” Amy said. “She certainly committed kidnapping, rape and assault. There may be other charges if she’s ever brought to trial. In the meantime, she’s been brought to justice.”

“Justice!” Cheryl snorted. “This is just Susan’s revenge and your fantasy.”

"Susan?" Madeline asked.

"The woman that invented the formula that shrank her," Amy said. "She holds a bit of a grudge. I shrank Cheryl to hide her from Susan, Andrea, the cops. We were hoping that they'd cool down after a while, but…" her voice trailed off.

"Amy's talked to her a few times," Cheryl said. "Susan's psycho."

Amy nodded. "Yes, dear, i met her just last week and asked to buy an antidote. She just called little Cheryl all SORTS of horrible names. Really, it's hard to imagine a college student with that sort command of such VULGAR invective!

"Then i think Andrea tried to follow me home. She is very interested in finding you and, how did she put it, dear? Making you count for her? I lost her but I'm not sure if I should go back to that university right away." Amy shrugged and sipped at her tea.

Cheryl slumped, clearly depressed. Strangely, though the girl could play fast and loose with the truth, she all-to-often took the statements of others at face value.

It just never occurred to her that Amy had not spoken to Susan or Andrea even once since the night Cheryl shrank.

Madeline added milk slightly awkwardly with her free hand. “So, you don’t get a salary, little one?”

“There’s a price sheet,” Amy said. She looked around on a table beside the window. “Here.”

Her niece looked it over. “You pay by the product, not the hour?”

“It’s an industry standard,” Amy said. “Usually it’s stay-at-home moms or school girls with time, talent and a need for spare cash.”

“Uh huh… Modeling?”

“We had thought of using Cheryl to model our wares. And under that…”

“Escorting?”

“Yes. We had hoped that she could eventually do…favors for some of our better clients. Those haven’t worked out, though.”

“No, they wouldn’t, would they.” Cheryl and Amy’s eyes met, then they turned to stare as Madeline sipped her tea. She lowered her passenger to the table and squeezed a lemon.

“What do you mean?” Cheryl asked.

“Well, it’s a doll shop, right?”

“Yes,” Amy agreed.

“And your specialty shop is still for dolls. So your customers are people that dress dolls up for sexy fun.” Madeline looked from face to face.

Amy was still confused. “Which should mean that a tiny little…”

“Prostitute,” Cheryl said bitterly.

“…would be just what the doctor ordered.”

Madeline shook her head. “There may be people out there that are looking for a tiny, tiny woman to undress and lick like a lollipop. Somewhere. But your clientele is used to hiding a rather shameful interest-“

“There’s nothing shameful about knowing your desires!” Amy said forcefully.

Madeline nodded. “I agree. But most of society would treat them rather…badly, right? ‘You play with dolls and get wet?’ Or ‘get hard?’ They’d be driven out of town. Neighbors laughing at them, Howard Stern talking about them. So they have learned to keep this private.”

“We’d assure discretion,” Amy said.

“Which might have worked before any prostitute’s diary made the evening news. They just can’t afford the risk of detection, no matter what you promise.” She reached out and gently took Cheryl’s face between two fingers, turning her gently back and forth.

Cheryl snarled and pulled away. Madeline laughed. “And probably, most of them are happier with dolls than with a thinking person. Someone who might say no. Or ask if their mother knows what they do? Or tell someone about that secret room in the basement.”

They sat quietly for a moment. “So,” Amy finally asked, “what would your business do with an asset like Cheryl?”

“Basic business,” she replied. “Gotta find the right market for the product or service. And I think I know where to start looking.”

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Cheryl slipped down to the floor as the other two talked about family. She walked slowly through the store to the work room and climbed up the rope ladder to her bench.

She held the boots she'd been working on but didn't feel like picking up where she'd left off. She realized that she'd been sort of on inertia since she shrank in the coffee house. She'd more or less assumed that after a 'cooling off' period she'd somehow get restored, get out of town and get on with her [i]actual [/i]life.

Now she realized that Susan had no reason to give her the antidote. And Amy had no reason to let her get back to normal, Madeline owed her nothing. She might end up passed around a series of more or less overt masters, like a harem girl between sheiks.

Or if youth and beauty faded, in a downward spiral of less and less excited owners, like a Vegas hooker moving from the strip to the suburbs to the back rooms of pool halls to back alleys.

Her future loomed ahead of her, a big dark cloud of uncertainty. An image from that mummy movie ran through her head. But the sandstorm cloud had Madeline's face.

"Whattcha' up to, little one?" Madeline's voice called from the cloud. Cheryl shook her head and looked up. Her new boss smiled down at her.

"Um, I was… well, I was trying to get into the mood to decorate these boots." She offered them up. Madeline took them and looked them over. A fingernail traced the line of ruby sequins sewn on one turquoise boot. The pattern sort of resembled a pussy. The other boot was still undecorated.

"Kinky," she said. "I can see why that would take a certain mind set. To get it right." She lowered them back to the bench then reached for Cheryl. "Let's you and me get acquainted."

Madeline made herself quite at home with the hot tub out back. The heater was on, the water bubbled. There was a tray of wine with sliced fruit and cheese, some sort of enfragrants floated in the water. She set Cheryl down on the edge and stripped.

Cheryl reached to the hem of her blouse to remove it. "Nuh-uh," Madeline said. "I get to." The mini girl dropped her hands and waited. She watched the bigger girl reveal herself in stages.

The figure was actually a bit bouncier than Amy's, the skin a tiny bit darker. And she was pierced in the belly button. Cheryl turned to watch as the other climbed into the tub and settled down in the water.

They gazed at each other as Madeline sipped at her wine. "Want some?" she asked. Cheryl nodded. Madeline took up a grape and bit it in two. Her teeth scooped a hollow out of one half, where she poured a few drops out of her glass. She handed that to her new employee.

"Thanks," Cheryl said and sipped. It was like drinking from a melon, but it was an interesting taste. When she was finished she took a bite, another new flavor. Then she put it down and walked along the edge of the tub. When she was next to Madeline's head she stopped, spread her feet and waited.

Madeline finished her wine and sat up. She stripped Cheryl where the little woman stood. She moved carefully and slowly, telegraphing her movements. Cheryl cooperated.

The dress came up and off, the panties down and away. Without pausing Madeline took Cheryl up in both hands and and held her before her face.

Little drops of water ran down Cheryl's back and sides. Little, in her case, meant beads the size of the palms of her hands. Wide trails of water chilled in the wakes of the drops. She found herself impatient for the inspection to be over, to join the giantess in the hot water.

Madeline was in no hurry, though. She stroked and pinched, dangling her captive to watch the little legs pump, then curling her up to better see the tushie.

Finally she lowered the little woman to her lap. Standing in water up to her waist, Cheryl found herself staring at an enormous breast.

Another difference between the women was notable from here. Amy's nipples were rounded domes reminding her little lover of gumdrops. The one before her had distinct ridges, looking more like a model volcano she'd handed in for science fair

As a hand at her ass urged her forward, she found herself wondering what had happened to the boy that had made it for her.

She shook off the thought and concentrated. She was in no position to resist Madeline's advances. No one knew better than Cheryl that if a woman needed lovin' from a shrunken partner, the woman was going to get lovin.'

She could resist, impotently, or she could join in. Her hands rose to cup the areola, fingers seeking and stroking along the whorls that were coming into definition. She started to nibble at the nipple.

Madeline sighed and sank down into the water. A hand kept Cheryl in place, on the lap and against the breast. When the water was as high as the little one's shoulders she squeaked in fear.

The slipping stopped and they both relaxed into the moment.

Cheryl licked and nibbled, then wriggled out of Madeline's hand. She waded over to the other breast and applied herself to that nipple for a while. Madeline groaned and shifted her hand.

A tiny foot slid down the thigh to tickle the labia. The body under her hands started to purr. The hand that wasn't holding Cheryl in place slid to Madeline's lips, moving the foot to the side and taking its place.

It got steadily harder to ride the breasts, what with Madeline squirming and panting. Every so often she'd move Cheryl to the other nipple, or Cheryl would move, just to keep it unpredictable.

"Oh, wow," Madeline started to grunt. "Wow, wow, wow. Ahh. Ahh. AAAAHHH!" Her legs flexed, nearly dislodging her little lover. Finally she arched her back and rose up out of the water. The hand steadying Cheryl crushed her into the boob she was licking at the time. Madeline shrieked. Cheryl gasped.

"Can't breathe!" she hissed. The hand released her and she fell down into the water. She let herself sink until she was passing the other woman's knees, then she kicked off of the seat and swam to the other side of the tub.

She climbed up onto the facing seat and stood, face just clearing the water. Waves still crossed the tub from Madeline's climax, but she just had to time her breathing carefully.

The new boss slowly sank back down, eyes half closed. Cheryl watched as she stroked her skin here and there for a moment.

"C'mere, you," Madeline said. Cheryl kicked off and breast stroked across the tub. The giant hand curled under her like a sea monster. She kept on swimming until she was scooped up into the air.

Madeline twisted her around and started licking her feet. The tongue tickled, but when Cheryl tried to yank her foot back, it was trapped by her teeth. Lips cushioned the skin from the edges.

She started to yip. Madeline's hands pinned her arms as she slowly worked the little feet, licking, rubbing and gently biting. Cheryl twisted and begged for mercy.

"Safety word!" she squealed. "Safety!"

Madeline smiled. "Oh, yeah, this is gonna work just…fine…"

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