“Wow.”

That’s what Dexter said to himself as he entered the massive auditorium at his place of employment. He had only ever been in this room once for a seminar, but now the usually drab seating space had been transformed into a sparkling, colorful winter wonderland. His company had really pulled out the stops: linen-covered tables, a full dance floor and a DJ, and he could see long buffet tables covered with sweet and savory delights of every kind. Not to mention the line at a made-up bar station near the back. As stressful as his day-to-day work was, it was really nice to see the company putting a real effort in at the end of the year.

That’s when he noticed how people were dressed. Men wore slacks, shirts and open jackets…the women wore either pants or skirts and tops. It was all very business casual…and here he was in a full tuxedo.

“Crap, I really misread that email,” he mumbled to himself as he stepped farther inside. 

“Hi, welcome!” said a friendly, young woman seated at a table near the front. “Name?”

“Dexter Conway,” he said. The young lady scanned her pages and highlighted a line before turning back to him with a smile.

“Don’t forget to stop by the raffle table to claim your tickets! Have a wonderful time!”

“Thanks,” Dexter responded. He walked farther in, past rows and rows of round tables that had been set up for people to sit at. A few people turned their heads, eyeing his formal get up for a moment before returning to their own conversations. Dexter sighed, doing his best to ignore them as he made his way to the buffet tables.

“Wow,” he said for the second time. The options tonight were exquisite, with everything from steak to salmon, all supported by a panoply of side dishes. Dexter’s stomach growled as he took a plate and worked his way down the line.

“I’ll start light,” he told himself, going for some of the sides and finger foods first. The main course could wait until he found someone to sit with.

“Hey Dexter!” came a light voice from behind him. He turned around and spotted Maribel and Jon, two of his coworkers from the labs. Maribel was dressed in a skirt and sweater combination, and Jon was in the same slacks, shirt and jacket combination that a majority of the men were in.

“Whoa, nice penguin suit, Dex!” Jon said with a laugh. Dexter swallowed the lump of cocktail shrimp in his mouth.

“Yea yea, laugh it up. I must have really misread the email,” he responded.

“Aww,” Maribel said. “It’s okay…I think you look really nice!” She nodded her head in confirmation. 

“Thanks,” he said, though he wasn’t sure if she was just saying that to be nice.

“Everyone is here tonight Dex,” Jon said as he leaned in and grabbed a crab rangoon. He took a bite of it, using his hand as a napkin, causing both Maribel and Dexter to raise an eyebrow.

“It’s true,” Maribel said. “All the senior directors, the VPs; maybe even some of the board, if I knew what they looked like.”

“Yea I figured,” Dexter said. “It’s a fancy affair, I’d be surprised if it was just people like us.”

“Yea well, use this opportunity,” Jon said, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. “See who you can rub shoulders with tonight.” He turned to Maribel.

“Let’s see who else we can find,” he suggested. Maribel smiled politely before waving to Dexter.

“See you later,” she said.

“Bye,” Dexter said as he watched the pair walk away. He grabbed and finished off another cocktail shrimp before making his way across the room toward the bar. He strategically avoided the dance floor, working his way around the edge until he was able to insert himself into the line for the bar. A huge man stood in front of him, blocking his view, but Dexter didn’t mind as he could still hear what other people were ordering. He was never good with party bars…he always felt awkward asking them what they were allowed to make. His ears pricked up as he heard a husky voice ordering a double vodka. He smirked a little bit as recognition set in, and around twenty seconds later, a tall woman walked into his view on the left side of the huge man in front of him.

“Hi Joanna,” he said, giving a little wave. The woman stopped and turned, her eyes lighting up with recognition within moments.

“Ah, Dexter!” the woman responded with her same friendly but lower voice. The man in front stepped up to order his drink as Joanna squinted at him and smirked.

“Who are you trying to impress?” she finally said. Dexter smirked back.

“Yea yea, I know…boy did I misread that email,” he said, trying his best to chuckle at the joke he had already made twice that night. Joanna laughed out loud, something he did not normally see the usually serious woman do. Not that she was a bad boss, he actually liked her a lot…she just wasn’t the type to make jokes.

“Well okay fancy boy,” she said, still chuckling. “I hope you have a good night.”

“You too,” he said, waving. Joanna turned and took a single step before stopping. She turned back around with the look she always got on her face when she was contemplating a puzzle or question.

“Actually,” she said after a moment, “Here…get your drink. I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.”

Dexter turned around just as the very large man was walking away. He nodded at his boss before striding forward. He decided to copy her drink order exactly rather than go through his usual awkward series of questions. The bartender poured him a double shot with minimal ice and handed it to him. He smiled weakly as he picked it up and turned to Joanna who was waiting for him.

“I’m impressed,” she said with a nod, “You drink like the men in my home country.” He smiled before taking a sip. The alcohol burned like hell and it took all his self control to pull it down without choking or coughing. He cleared his throat, feeling his eyes watering ever so slightly as Joanna grinned.

“This way,” she said, motioning with her hand. Dexter followed her as she led them back across the room and over into a corner section on the far side. There was a group of slickly dressed people talking in various groups. Joanna walked up to one smartly dressed woman and put on her widest smile.

“Sharon,” she said. The woman turned around, a colorful drink in her hand. Seeing Joanna, she smiled warmly. 

“Joanna! You’re back,” she said. Her voice was strong but sweet as she and Joanna exchanged a short hug. The woman’s eyes fell on Dexter, eyeing him up and down for a moment.

“And who is this you have with you?” the woman asked a moment later.

“This is Dexter…one of my brightest scientists,” Joanna said. Dexter tried not to blush at the compliment as he held out his hand. 

“Hi, nice to meet you,” he said.

“Hi…Sharon Wolf. Nice to meet you too,” she said, grasping his hand with her own. Dexter froze, trying hard to not let his jaw drop: Sharon Wolf was the VP for Research and Development in all of North America. The only person higher up than her was the CEO himself. Sharon smiled warmly.

“You can let go now,” she said. 

“Oh…right,” Dexter said. He felt his cheeks burning as he finally released his hand. His mouth felt dry as he tried to think of something to say but nothing would come.

“Which area do you work in?” Sharon said after another moment, maintaining the same, warm countenance. 

“He is in Dynamics,” Joanna said, stepping in to help him out. Sharon nodded her head, looking incredibly impressed.

“Wow…you know, Dynamics is where I see the most exciting projects coming out in the future,” she said, looking Dexter straight in the eye.

“I’m happy to hear that the department is in good hands,” she said, beaming an even wider smile if that was possible. 

“Yes…don’t worry, I’m your guy,” Dexter said. He instantly regretted it, quickly taking a sip of his drink which he double-instantly regretted a moment later as he let out a coughing fit.

“Oh oh!” Sharon said. She held out a napkin which Dexter graciously took. He coughed one last time before shaking his head and regaining his composure.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice still a little gruff from the alcohol.

“Of course,” Sharon said. “I hope we can speak again sometime.”

“Of course,” Joanna said. She and Sharon exchanged another quick hug before Dexter and his boss broke away, heading back across the floor.

“Don’t worry about it,” Joanna said, seemingly reading Dexter’s mind as they walked.

“I hope I didn’t come off too badly,” Dexter said in response. 

“I have seen people give worse first impressions…do not worry,” Joanna said with a smirk. “The important thing is that she knows who you are now. And that is very good.”

“Yes,” Dexter said with a nod. “Thank you, Joanna.”

“Not a problem,” she said. She downed the rest of her drink, not showing an ounce of struggle as she grinned at her employee.

“I’m going for another. I hope you enjoy your night.”

Dexter nodded as she walked away. He wandered back to the food table again, grabbing yet a couple more appetizers before mingling around. He exchanged cursory chats with a few people he knew, but none of his favorite coworkers were around this evening. He eventually found himself back at the bar, ordering what he wanted this time, and enjoying sipping the much less strong drink as he stood to one wall and watched. He exchanged a few text messages with his mom before noticing that the bar line had grown quite short. Shuffling his way over, he had just made his way to the front when a voice came from behind him.

“Well well…Dexter, was it?” 

He turned and spied Sharon standing right behind him in line. He felt his nerves flaring up, and he didn’t know if it was the change in environment or the injection of alcohol into him now, but he didn’t feel anywhere as nervous as he had earlier.

“Sharon!” he said. “Nice to see you again.” 

“And you as well,” she said, stepping forward. She was smiling even more warmly now as she peeked over at the pink-colored drink that the bartender had just finished making.

“Ooo…I like the look of that,” she said with a laugh. Dexter felt a bit embarrassed at the girly nature of his drink, but he quickly cleared his throat and just pointed.

“Would you like me to order you one?” he asked. Sharon smiled and nodded and soon the both of them were walking away with their sweet, pink drinks. Sharon asked him the usual icebreaker questions: where he lived, how he liked the city, what his favorite restaurants were. They stood chatting for quite some time and the longer they spoke, the less nervous Dexter felt around Sharon. 

“Yea, and then I saw a posting here and I applied for it,” Dexter said, finishing his short yet thorough description of his job history.

“Amazing,” Joanna said with a smile. “I meant what I said earlier: I really do think that the most exciting projects will come from Dynamics. I would love to come and see the lab sometime.”

“Not a problem,” Dexter said, smiling back. “Any time.” Sharon smiled.

“How about now?”

Dexter’s smile dropped. His eyes lit up with surprise. 

“Oh!” he said. “Now? Uh…I don’t know….”

Sharon was still smiling politely.

“Is that a problem? Is now not a good time?”

“Oh no…I mean, yes…maybe,” Dexter said, rubbing his head. “I mean, it’s not really safe for me to be in the lab alone…we’re supposed to use the buddy system.”

Dexter realized what he was saying and slapped his face. 

“Then again, I guess you’d be with me, right?” he said. 

“Yes I would. I could be your buddy!” Sharon said with a laugh. Dexter laughed back and, despite still feeling really nervous about it, he ultimately nodded his head.

“Okay. I guess we could stop up really quickly right now.”

“Yay,” Sharon said. She threw back the rest of her drink, sucking it down in one motion before placing the empty glass on the table. Dexter followed suit, taking one long sip before also placing down his glass.

“Right this way,” he said, motioning toward the door. He led her away from the auditorium and into the main research building. They walked in relative silence except for the occasional question regarding the various projects that were in progress in his department. As they took the elevator up to his lab floor, he glanced awkwardly over at the slightly shorter woman. She was a bit older than him, but he didn’t mind one bit, and the outfit she wore flattered her immensely. She turned and made eye contact and smiled, causing him to look away again as the doors opened. 

“Here we are,” Dexter said. He didn’t have his badge on him so he inputted his code into the panel on the wall and the door clicked open. As he took her into the lab, she made a sound of surprise.

“Ooo,” she said, “It’s a bit warmer in here.”

“Yes it is. We maintain this temperature due to the tests we have to run,” Dexter explained. He removed his jacket, placing it near the door before donning a lab coat. He held one out to her and she raised an eyebrow.

“Safety first,” he said. She smiled and took it and put it on.

“But of course,” she said.

“Now, let me show you some of the things I was just describing.”

Dexter walked her through the maze-like area. There were a number of main rooms all separated from each other by temporary walls, in addition to small office spaces built as off-shoots from the main halls. He took her to the first couple of areas, showing her the large machines that they were working on there and how he hoped they would contribute to the future of the company…and sometimes humanity…if they could get them running just right. Sharon was a perfect listener, nodding her head as she took in everything he said and asking just the right questions at just the right time. It wasn’t long before well over half an hour had passed and Dexter found himself looping back around to where they had started.

“Well, I guess this is it, really,” Dexter said as they came back to the main door. “I really hope you enjoyed the tour. Did you have any more questions?”

“Oh it was a delight!” Sharon said with a positively beaming smile. Her brow furrowed a moment and she looked up at her subordinate with purpose.

“I did have one question…I seem to recall there was a Size Dynamics lab. I don’t believe we’ve seen that one yet, right?”

“Oh!” Dexter said, slapping his hand over his forehead. How could he have forgotten about what was possibly one of the most fascinating projects in the entire building?

“Of course…here, come with me.” Dexter led her back the way they had come, making a slightly different turn. He pushed his way into one door near the end of the hall and flicked the lights on as the VP entered after him. It was a large room, the edges of which were lined with benchtops and cabinets. In the center was a large device that looked like something out of a science fiction movie: a long piece of metal that tapered down to a tip near the front. He closed the door behind the two of them and found Sharon staring at the device with fascination.

“Ah, I see. So, this is the…I’m sorry, what is the official name?” she said.

“Well,” Dexter responded, “I think it’s officially called the Matter Blank Spacial Condenser…something. Something like that. Of course, the lab techs usually just call it “the shrink ray” because…well….”

Dexter stepped across the room and gestured toward a bench which was lined with a series of glass terrariums. Sharon followed and her eyes went wide as she observed the contents. The first one held a desk…a standard desk of which there were thousands in the building. But it was built in perfect miniature, as if it belonged in a doll house rather than the large, corporate building that they were in.

“Oh my gosh,” Sharon said, obviously impressed as she walked down the line, peering into each terrarium. Next there was an automobile, again in perfect miniature, but so well detailed that it must have been real. This was followed up by various pieces of furniture and other office accessories, and then a series of plants: palm trees, banana trees, and other large vegetation that had been reduced to mere fractions of its original size. But she noticeably gasped as she approached the final one where, inside, she could see four tiny, miniature sheep gently grazing on a piece of grass.

“Oh yes, that one…we had to actually shrink down sod to get the right size of the grass blade so the sheep could actually chew it. It took a lot of fine manipulation, but as you can see, our little flock quite appreciates it.” 

Sharon’s eyes were locked on the tiny flock and he could just barely see her bite her lip.

“This is utterly amazing,” she said after a moment. The compliment filled Dexter with pride as he smiled broadly at the VP. 

“Thanks, we’re trying really hard to get it ready for final tes-” 

“Have you ever shrunk a human being?” Sharon interrupted. Dexter was a little taken aback, but then smiled.

“Actually, I was about to mention that. We’re pretty much ready…we just need to set it up with the proper test subjects.”

Sharon was nodding her head but this time he could tell she was distracted as she was staring at the tiny sheep. She seemed incredibly fixated on the tiny mammals and at the same time, was she…shaking? After a moment she stood up and turned to Dexter.

“Would you be willing to give me a demonstration?”

Dexter was conflicted. On one hand, this was most definitely against policy as he needed to have approval before using the device in any testing capacity. On the other hand, this was the top VP asking him…making a good impression could possibly carry his career forward. And, in a way, the VP asking for a demonstration was probably the same or even better than getting permission from his boss….

“Um…okay sure,” he said with a smile. “Let me start things up.”

He made sure all the power switches were on before logging into the computer that sat on the wall. A low-pitched whine filled the room as the machine powered up, working through its initial diagnostics. It took a few minutes, all the while he watched as Sharon continued to stare in almost giddy fascination at the miniaturized samples that they had previously produced. For a moment, he even imagined making her the test subject, wondering what the tiny little VP would look like when she was small enough to fit in his hand. He shook his head as the screen turned green, indicating that it was ready for parameters.

“Okay, we’re ready,” he said, gently clapping his hands together. He looked around really quickly to see what loose objects they had around. 

“What do you want to shrink? A table? A chair? We don’t really have too many options today.”

Sharon turned and looked at him straight in the eye.

“How about…me?” 

Dexter’s eyes went wide. He was sure he hadn’t heard that correctly.

“I’m sorry…come again?” he said in disbelief. Sharon cracked a wide grin.

“Me. Shrink me. I can be your first human subject.”

Dexter felt his mouth going dry as his mind was again flooded with mental images of the tiny VP curled up in his hand like a little mouse. He bit his lip…it was tempting. Incredibly tempting. But it wasn’t a good idea…it wasn’t safe. Where would his career be if it hit the news that the VP of their company had been killed in an unauthorized experimental test with her subordinate. As much as he wanted to, Dexter worked up the courage to shake his head.

“No…no I’m sorry, we can’t.”

Sharon seemed disappointed.

“Aww…why not? It’s so exciting…you would get your first successful test, and I’d get to see the world from a different perspective for a while.” A giggle escaped her lips as she quickly cleared her throat in an attempt to hide her excitement. Dexter could tell she was eager to proceed. Still, Dexter took the path of caution and shook his head again.

“Sorry…but no,” he said. Sharon frowned and sighed before smiling politely.

“Okay,” she said. She turned around and eyed a metal chair nearby. She walked over and picked it up. 

“How about this instead?” 

Dexter brightened up immediately. 

“Yes, that's perfect. Put it in the middle and then come stand next to me.”

Sharon placed the piece of furniture on the floor as indicated before moving over toward her subordinate. Dexter keyed in the object, the cameras around the room making a three dimensional model of it and adjusting the power level based on the material. Less than three minutes later, the device was ready and an activation button appeared on the screen.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Dexter asked, offering her the mouse. She smiled and shook her head. Dexter smiled back and pressed the button. A countdown filled the screen.

5…4…3…2….

Sharon suddenly leapt forward, jumping out in front of the device as the crackle of electricity filled the room. Dexter’s eyes went wide.

“Sharon! Don’t!” 

1……Engage.

The air cracked as a surge of particles fired from the machine. It struck the VP in the chest and she let out a scream as the energy rushed through her body. Dexter turned and slammed the emergency button, spying the screen as he cut power:

ERROR. UNMATCHING MATERIAL. SAFETIES ENGAGED.

The power died and Dexter hung on the button for a moment. He feared turning around, afraid of what he might see. He closed his eyes as he slowly spun around, bracing himself for the worst. Slowly he opened his eyes, and what he spied was nothing he could have guessed. Sharon was still there, standing up and still alive…but the usually average-sized woman was now less than half her height and standing in the massive, baggy mass of her lab coat. The ray had obviously worked, shrinking the woman down to munchkin size, but none of her clothes had been affected. The tiny woman stared up in awe at the gigantic man who now stood before her and her jaw dropped open as she let out a tiny giggle.

“Holy shit, it worked!” she screamed, letting out an excited, high-pitched laugh. Her voice was higher than before, which made sense considering that her vocal chords were now smaller. Dexter just stared in awe at the VP who now looked like a little girl playing in her mother’s clothing.

“Sharon, oh thank god you’re alright!” Dexter said, finally breathing a sigh of relief, only to feel new fears come into his mind: Had they screwed up the machine? The program? Could he make her big again? As these questions raced through his mind, he watched as the tiny woman huffed, stepping forward. Her pants, socks and dark blue panties were left behind on the ground as she struggled to take every arduous step while still wearing her other gigantic clothes, and Dexter tried not to stare at her underwear.

“Ugh, so annoying…hold on,” she said. Dexter watched as she undid the top button of the coat with her small fingers. The coat slid away immediately, revealing just her top which now hung down on her like a long, ill-fitting dress. Moments later she pulled it up over her head, shedding the last couple pieces of clothing. The miniature woman now stood completely naked, staring up at her subordinate while Dexter stared in shock at the nude woman.

“Holy cow,” he thought to himself as he eyed her curves. Everything was absolutely amazing…just smaller. After a moment he cleared his throat and averted his eyes, awkwardly trying not to stare.

“How…how are you doing?” Dexter asked after another moment, trying hard to do his due diligence to make sure he hadn’t scrambled her insides or something. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her outside….

“Actually,” Sharon said after a moment. The tiny woman crossed her arms, shivering slightly, even in the warm air of the lab.

“I’m…I’m not quite sure what to make of this,” she said. “I’m…a little scared.”

“I’m sorry, Sharon,” Dexter responded. I’ll get the machine up and running and we’ll have you back to normal in no time.”

“Would you…hold me, please?” 

Dexter paused, turning and glancing down at the miniature woman.

“Hold…you?” he asked in an awkward tone. The tiny woman nodded and lifted her arms up toward him.

“Yes…please pick me up. I think I would like that.”

Dexter swallowed the lump in his throat. Approaching slowly, he gingerly reached down and placed one hand on each of her sides. Squeezing gently, he raised the tiny woman up into the air. He took a few steps back and sat in a chair, gently situating the woman’s soft, bare rump onto his pants. 

“How…How’s that?” he asked nervously.

“Much better,” Sharon cooed softly. She leaned against his chest, her tiny head rubbing up against him as she crossed her little legs. 

“You’re so warm…would you help me warm up?” she said after a moment.

“Oh…of course,” he said. Gently, he rubbed her shoulders and arms, passing his large hand up and down her sides, all the way to her butt and back up. She felt amazing, small yet responsive as she made happy, soft cooing noises as he warmed her up.

“Feeling better?” he asked. Sharon turned to look up at him and smiled.

“Mmhmm…here, come closer,” she said, motioning with her index finger. Dexter lowered his head, only to open his eyes with surprise as the tiny woman straightened herself up. Her lips met his own and he felt her tenderly kissing him. He thought about resisting, but the whole thing just felt so natural…so he followed suit, gently holding her closer to him as he kissed her back. They stayed like that for a while, both of them heating up until, finally, she pulled away. There was a happy smile on her face as Dexter smiled back.

“Mmm…this is nice,” she said with a giggle. Dexter laughed back.

“Yes,” he said after a moment. He put on a slightly more authoritative tone. “Though, you really shouldn’t have done what you did. You could have been seriously hurt, you know?”

Sharon gave a tiny pout.

“You’re right…that was very naughty of me.” The woman shifted in his lap and his eyes went wide as he watched her lay herself across his knees, her tiny butt facing the air.

“I’ve been bad…and bad girls need to be punished,” she said. Dexter bit his lip as he placed his hand on her tiny buttocks, gently squeezing them between his fingers as he looked at her small body.

“Are you…sure?” he said.

“Punish me, Dexter,” was all she responded. Dexter nodded, gently squeezing her bottom before raising his hand and giving her a light spank. She squealed as his hand made contact, followed by a sharp cry as he did it again. He spanked her again and again, squeezing and kneading her tiny butt as he watched her skin growing pink from his efforts. He felt himself getting turned on, the space in his pants seeming to grow smaller as he performed his duty. Slowly, her cries turned into moans and Dexter gently laid his hand on her bottom.

“How’s that?” he said after a while.

“So good…mmm…I deserved that,” Sharon moaned. The tiny woman was moving again, this time sliding off his knee as she dropped to the floor. Dexter noticed the shiny wet spot on his pan leg as the small woman moved to stand in between his open legs. Before he knew it, her tiny hand was on the large bulge in his pants. With a mischievous grin, her fingers fished for his zipper, eventually finding and opening it. Dexter helped her fish out his member, bringing relief as he allowed his erect member out into the free air. This time, it was Dexter’s turn to moan as the woman wrapped her small hand around it.

“Oh, you like this?” she said with a small giggle. “Then you’re gonna’ love this.”

She pressed her tongue against his massive cock, causing him to moan even louder. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his dick, gently stroking it with her small hands as he felt his arousal building higher and higher. It only got better when she opened her mouth as wide as it would go and gently took in the tip.

“Oh fuck,” he said as the tiny woman bobbed her head on the end of his cock. At her tiny size, she couldn’t go very deep, but she more than made up for it as she rubbed him up and down with her hands. He felt waves of pleasure rushing through his body as he felt himself building up to orgasm…

…and then she stopped. 

“Easy now…we don’t want you to blow yet,” Sharon said with a teasing laugh. Dexter bit his lip, the urge high as he stared down at the tiny woman. 

“I…you…okay, what do you want?” he asked, having difficulty trying to bring himself down from the throes of passion. The miniature woman giggled as she crossed her arms.

“I want you to make me smaller.”

Dexter’s mouth dropped open. This…this is something they’d never tried before. And given the mistake made with the first shrink…was it even safe?

“I…are you sure?” he asked, trying hard to let reason win out. The tiny woman just nodded.

“I want to be smaller…real small. Small enough to sit in your hand. I want to feel your tongue all over my tiny little body as you drive me fucking crazy.”

Any semblance of wanting to do the “right thing” was now gone as Dexter picked the tiny VP up again. The tiny woman squealed as he placed her down, moving everything else away as he returned to the screen. He reset the power, reinitialized the program, and set it for a routine that would take her down from munchkin to doll size. If his calculations were correct, after the burst, she would be barely six inches high…a height that was just as hot to him as it seemed to be to her. He turned and this time he grinned.

“Going down,” he said as he pressed the button. Sharon squealed as the energy hit her and he watched the already small woman dwindle all the way down to a fraction of the size she had been. He deactivated the program and pressed the stop button before stepping forward. She was much harder to see now, and Dexter had to lean down to even get a good glance.

“How are you doing down there?” Dexter asked, his voice booming.

“Oh my god…I’m so fucking small!” Sharon said. She was literally shaking with excitement and there was no hiding it. “Pick me up…I want you to pick me up. I want it so bad!”

Dexter obliged, reaching down and curling his fingers around the tiny, doll-sized woman midsection. He returned to his seat, carrying the little woman in his hand like the Giant that he was. He opened his palm, allowing the tiny woman to lay back against his palm.

“Oh my god…your hand is so warm…everything is so fucking warm….” Sharon said, letting out tiny whimpers as she wriggled her naked back against him. She parted her legs, revealing her tiny, dripping sex before locking eyes on her Giant.

“Give it to me,” she said. Dexter did not need to be told twice as he leaned forward. He wrapped his lips around her chest, gently suckling on her breasts as he teased her teensy nipples with the tip of his tongue. She moaned loudly as he worked his way down her tiny body until he reached her little thighs and hungry pussy. His tongue snaked out, pressing hard against her tiny sex, eliciting screams of ecstasy from his tiny toy.

“Oh god yes,” she moaned as Dexter pressed his tongue against her, licking and teasing her tiny little sex. Her flavor was weak but delicious and Dexter delighted in tasting her with each flick of his tongue. The tiny woman writhed in his hand, squeezing the skin of his palm with her tiny fingers as she built toward release. Moments later she shook, squeaking again and again as waves of pleasure wracked her body. Dexter kept the pressure on until he finally felt her relax. He leaned away, smiling as he watched her tiny chest moving up and down, taking in tiny breaths as she recovered from her exertion. He took this moment to finally appreciate the situation of having this tiny, naked woman laying in his hand, her whole body melting into the folds of his palm as she murmured happily with post-coital bliss. It was, by far, the hottest situation he had ever been in his life, and one that he wanted to cherish for as long as he could.

“How was that?” he finally asked after a few moments. The tiny woman opened her eyes and a gigantic grin spread across her face.

“I think that was the best orgasm of my life,” she said with a giggle. Dexter smirked, happy to receive the compliment. The tiny woman giggled.

“Now I want to return the favor,” she said. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she sat up and leaned over the edge of Dexter’s hand, pointing down toward the chair he was sitting on.

“Take it out,” she said in her tiny little voice. Dexter's eyes went wide as he realized what she was asking. He was about to ask if she was sure…but the grin on her face told him she knew exactly what she wanted. And if he was being completely honest with himself…he did too.

“By your command,” he said, matching her grin. He reached down and undid the zipper on his pants, reaching in and pulling out his gigantic member. He sighed with relief as it hung in the open air, staring down at her one more time for final confirmation on what she wanted him to do. Sharon was giggling uncontrollably as she continued to point.

“Down,” she commanded. Dexter obliged, lowering her down. The tiny, naked woman crawled off his palm, wrapping her tiny body around his girth. He moaned softly as he felt her touching his sensitive skin.

“Oh yea…here we go,” the tiny woman said. He watched as she pressed her tiny little tongue to his skin, feeling pleasure rippling through his body as she ran it up and down the length of his shaft.

“Oh god yes….” he said to himself, leaning back to make himself more comfortable. The little woman continued to work on him, rubbing her tiny chest and crotch against him as she licked him all over. 

“That’s right, hot stuff,” she said, her tiny voice squeaking through the air as she ground herself against him. He moaned loudly, standing stiffer than ever as she rode him, her miniature body touching all the right places at just the right time. After several moments he felt himself building to completion, and for just a moment he contemplated if he should just let it go…or maybe….

“Mmm, that’s right,” the tiny woman said as she continued to work on him. “Give it to- eep!”

She squeaked as he suddenly grabbed her around the waist, lifting her away and laying her back in his palm. He grabbed his dick with his other hand, groaning loudly as he pumped himself to completion, aiming straight at the tiny woman in his hand. Her eyes went wide.

“Holy fu-Ahh!” she squeaked as he came, firing shot after shot of white, hot liquid at her. The ropes of semen splashed all over her chest and onto her face, filling her mouth and invading her nostrils. She coughed, swallowing as much as she could as she felt his warm, sticky essence completely covering her from head to toe until, finally, Dexter finished. The Giant let out a grunt of satisfaction as he took in a deep, satisfied breath. He looked down at the woman in his hand and his eyes went wide.

“Oh shit,” he said as he looked at the almost entirely cum-covered VP. “I guess I might have overdone it, huh?” 

Sharon just giggled. She wiped away large globs of Dexter’s cum from her face, licking a bit from her hand before staring back up at her gigantic man.

“Help a girl out?” 

Dexter looked back and forth, pulling a couple of tissues out of a nearby dispenser. He reached over and gently wiped away his seed from her tiny frame. 

“Oh gosh, it’s everywhere,” she said, her smile dipping for the first time. She looked up at Dexter and smirked.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed this, I can’t go back to the party with my hair full of cum.”

Dexter thought for a moment before snapping his fingers.

“I know!”

A few minutes later, Dexter had plugged one of the sinks and poured enough warm water for the little woman to clean herself. He watched the tiny, naked beauty wash herself, using the soft soap that they had in the lab to clean away his seed. She hummed in her tiny little voice, and Dexter couldn’t help but watch with infatuation as the miniature woman rinsed herself off. 

“Okay…all done,” she said with a smile.

“Alright…let’s try and get you big again,” Dexter said. 

“Yes,” Sharon responded. “But first…up!”

She held up her arms and Dexter again took the tiny woman into hand. He lifted toward his face, holding her close to his lips. The tiny woman leaned forward, planting a tiny little kiss on his upper lip, giggling softly as she pulled away.

“Okay…now I’m ready.”

Dexter was happy to find that, despite the issue earlier with her first reduction, the restoration program executed with no issues. The fully restored woman pranced up to him and, standing on her tip toes, locked her lips with his and drew him into a deep kiss. They remained there for a moment before she finally pulled away.

“Remember…no telling,” she said, her voice sweet yet firm.

“Cross my heart,” Dexter said, making the motion across his chest. The VP smiled as she dressed, taking a moment to compose herself in a nearby mirror before turning back to her subordinate.

“Remarkable projects in here…I’ll make sure the department remains well funded,” she said. She winked as she held out her arm. Dexter took it and escorted her back across the site until they were in sight of the auditorium again. She broke off and began to walk away, turning one last time.

“Merry Christmas,” she said before turning to walk away again.

“Merry…” Dexter returned but she was already out of earshot. He stood there a moment, his mind racing with thought about everything that had just happened. After a moment, he just smirked to himself and turned to leave. He wanted to head home and think about everything that had happened this night…a night that he was sure he wouldn’t forget for a long time.

“Merry Christmas indeed,” he said to himself with a chuckle.