A Comedown for the Boss
By Sazzoray

Luke Jeeves was a 21-year-old who stood 5’11”, had short blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a good body as he went to the gym twice a week. He wasn’t covered in rippling muscles, but kept himself in good shape and he was happy with the way he looked. He had taken a job with a large electronics company on leaving college and hoped that one-day maybe he would have his own key to the executive washroom. This of course was a long way in the future as he was only an assistant to one of the top executives already there. This was Grant Olson, he stood at a magnificent 6’6” with slick dark hair and a moustache, he was 42 and worked out in the company gym three or four times a week. You could easily tell this with how his thin white cotton shirt showed off his enormous chest. He was a straight guy but with the looks of a movie star and he knew it. He treated Luke like a slave. Someone to do all his fetching and carrying. And as he stood 7” taller than Luke it made him feel all the more superior. He called Luke only by his surname, as calling his assistant Jeeves made him sound more like his butler, which Grant loved.

Luke took all this in his stride as he had the hots for his gorgeous boss. But he just wanted Grant to treat him with a little respect. Luke would work in the technical labs on little electronic gadgets to amuse himself when Grant bullied him too much, using the excuse he had some mail to take down at the mailroom. He was quite a whiz with electronics and the likes and had a real passion for tinkering with all the bits and pieces in the labs.

It was Friday afternoon and almost everyone else had left the office early, but Grant was not going to let Luke slip away. Grant had lots of work to finish and if he had to stay so did Luke. There was nothing for Luke to do but sit around the office, but if the big man said stay then stay he must.

“Here runt take these down to the mailroom.” Grant ordered flinging some letters at Luke.

“But all the mailroom staff has left already.” Luke protested.

“Look you little shit, if I say take them then take them you will. When I have to start looking up to you then you can give the orders, until that day you do as I say.” Grant laughed at the thought of ever having to look up to a short runt like Luke.

Luke went off down to the mailroom and as he had expected it was locked up. Well as he was down here and there was nothing for him to do in the office he went to the labs. It wouldn’t matter if no one was there he had a key himself.  He looked around for some bits to mess with but there was nothing. He then remembered the old calculator in his pocket that Grant had wanted him to throw. “Hmmm, I wander if I can do anything with this old thing.” He said getting the calculator out of his jacket pocket. He laid it on the desktop and got to work. Once the back was off he could see what the problem was. One of the circuits had fused with another so he would need to replace them both. He searched the lab for any kind of circuitry there was to use or modify. Then in the back of a drawer he found some bits. They looked a little odd but if he could get them to work what the hell. He managed to get the circuits to fit and the back was replaced. Now to see if the thing worked. Luke switched on the tiny gadget and it seemed to be working. He typed in a simple sum but the calculator just fizzed and went blank. Luke threw it into the bin. It then glowed blue and the strangest thing happened. The waste bin slowly began to grow. “What the,” Luke yelled, then noticed that the plus button on the calculator was stuck down. He grabbed for the machine and forced the button free. Now that the button had become unstuck the bin stopped growing. This intrigued Luke who wanted to know more. He pressed on the plus button and aimed it at the bin, it once more began to grow. On releasing the button it stopped. He tried the minus button and the bin shrank. He tried the other buttons but none worked.

“Well it would seem I have found the perfect toy.” Said Luke to himself. He looked at his watch and seeing how long he had been away rushed back to the office.

“And where the fuck have you been you little punk, I have had to make my own coffee. That’s what you're here for.” Yelled a very irate Grant. “Where is that calculator you were meant to throw, I can’t find it in the bin anywhere?”

“Its here sir.” Replied Luke. Grant snatched it off him and tried to use it.

“What the fuck have you done to it now? At least before it had a bit of life in it. I will see to it that you lose your job here for theft. You are nothing more than a parasite on this company, a bug, and an insect. You tiny insignificant little fool.”

“No please sir, it does still work. Here let me show you.” Luke picked up the calculator off the desk and aiming it in the direction of his huge 6’6” boss he pressed on the minus button. Immediately Grant began to shrink. Luke didn’t want to shrink him too much, not at first anyway. To begin with he just shrank him down by about 10 inches, just enough so that his once formerly tall boss would have to look up to him for once.

“Well, have you got the fucking thing to work or not?” Demanded Grant. He stood up and walked in the direction of Luke. Something was amiss though, because as he got closer he noticed he was no longer able to look down at his short assistant.

“You got lifts in those shoes or what?” Demanded Grant crossly.

“No Grant” replied Luke with a smirk on his face. “How’s it feel to be looking up to me for a change?”

“Don’t get so cocky Jeeves, I don’t know what you’re up to but when I find out I will make sure you're for the high jump, mark my words.”

Luke had put up with a lot from his huge tall god, but now he was getting a little pissed off. He was the bigger one now and was going to demand the respect he had earned. “Look get over there and make me a coffee Grant.” Ordered Luke.

“Don’t you go giving me orders you little shit, and I thought I told you always to call me sir.”

“No I think it is you who should start calling me sir. And when I tell you to do something I expect you to do it without question. Like you said Grant, when you start having to look up to me then I can give the orders.” Luke loved his newfound superiority over his boss, “and hey you are only a short thing now.”

“I will never look up to you and as for your orders.” Grant was stopped mid sentence as Luke aimed the calculator at him again and watched as Grant shrank more rapidly. Within seconds he was only 3 inches tall. Luke looked down on his tiny boss who was jumping up and down screaming at the top of his voice. Luke took it that these were obscenities as all he could hear from such a distance were tiny squeaks. He reached down and wrapping his huge hand around his astounded boss lifted him up and placed him on the desk.

“Strip little man,” ordered Luke

“Fuck you, you little queer.” Retorted Grant.

“Now lets get things right here Grant, one you are the little one and argue again and you could find yourself much smaller. And two, that should have been, fuck you, you little queer SIR. Now I won’t ask you again, if you don’t strip yourself then I will have to strip you myself and I can guarantee not to be gentle about it.” Luke was enjoying this. Grant reluctantly began to strip but stopped at his underwear.

“That’s the lot, I will not take these off in front of a ravening queer.” Grant braved.

Luke was really getting pissed over this and without a word he picked up a pencil in one hand and grabbed Grant in the other. With the lead of the pencil he forced it into the tiny briefs and slid them down the flailing body of his once formally huge boss. Seeing the huge hard on his boss had Luke laughed.

“Well there tiny guy, I now know why you didn’t want to take those off.” Grant was both angry and humiliated at this. How this had happened he did not know, why was a mystery too, all he did know was that he didn’t like it and wanted to return to normal.

“Find some help you fucker, get someone here who knows what has happened to me, NOW.” Demanded Grant.

“There’s no need for that, I know what happened to you, and in fact I am the one who did this to you.” Grinned Luke.

“What, why, how. Reverse it or you will be out of a job.”

“Ok, why? Because you are a complete arsehole to me and every one else in this building. How? The calculator, I modified it and this was the result. As for being out of a job, I don’t think so. You see who will tell them, at your size no one will even see you, let alone hear you and they’ll probably think you are just a bug and step on you.” Grant took a large gulp as he realised what was said was true. “Now where is your key to the executive washroom?”

“In my pocket.” Grant now laughed. “Well it’s of no use to you at it’s tiny size is it you shit. Grant watched as Luke aimed the calculator at the pile of clothes and they grew. In no time they were back to full size. “Hey if you can do my clothes you can do me.” Pleaded Grant.

“I have some plans for you yet my toy.” Retorted Luke. He picked up the tiny man by his ankle and walked to the washroom dangling his boss upside down. Once they were inside Luke slid off his shoes to let his feet breath. He stripped himself of all his clothes except his warm sweaty socks. He closed the door and locked it in case there were any others left in the building. And then he sat on the floor with his legs out stretched. He put his tiny captive on the floor at his socked feet. “Right tiny man your first job is to take off both my sweaty socks.” Ordered the giant.

“Fuck you.” Was the reply?

“Look you little shit, I can make you smaller and crush you or I can make you full size again. Disobey my orders and guess which one I will choose.” Yelled Luke down at his tiny toy.

Grant felt he was left with no other choice than to do this job of taking the huge sweaty socks off his Master Luke‘s feet. At his diminutive 3 inch size it was a lot of work to get the socks off the large feet of this giant and his master was going to offer no assistance. He had to grab the top with both hands and really drag with all his strength to pull it down. Once to the heel he had to crawl underneath and lay on his back to pull the socks over the sole, hoping that the foot stayed off the ground. It was hard work and the tiled floor was cold on his tiny body at first, but at least the smoothness made it easy for him to slide his body to pull the sock off. Once the sock had gone past the ball of the foot he slid out and walked round to the toes and grabbed and pulled. There seemed to be meters of the stuff and in the end he fell onto his ass. The sock came down on top of him. Luke could see the tiny form fighting with the sock trying to get it off. Grant was furious at having the sweaty thing cover his body. Now he had to do the same thing all over again. He felt so tired from the first sock that the second took even longer.  But in time the deed was done. Grant dragged the socks to one side and dropped to the floor exhausted.

“What do you think you are doing just sitting there my tiny toy slave, your work here has only just begun? Why did you think I wanted you to take off my socks? The idea was that once you had taken them off you gave my aching feet a good massage. And that is both feet. Then when you have done that you can clean them for me.” Laughed the giant Luke.

Grant, feeling like the worthless slave he now was set to work on the first foot, thinking if he did a good job maybe his tormentor may just restore him to his full size. This task seemed to take forever but soon enough he had finished one and began work on the other. Luke was most surprised how hard Grant was working; he had expected much more fuss over having to massage two feet that each was more than 3 times his size. When he had got both feet done he sat down once more.

“Hey there slave did I not tell you that you had to clean them for me as well?”

“I’m tired, I need to rest, anyway if you want me to clean them you have to get me some water don’t you?” Screamed the tiny 3-inch boss. “Anyway, I am starving; I haven’t eaten all day.”

“It still hasn’t sunk in yet has it? You are nothing more than my toy slave, when I tell you I want you to clean them I don’t mean with soap and water. No you must lick them clean, and should there be any type of crud there you must eat it, that will satisfy your hunger, so get to work.”

“What, if you think I am going to lick the filthy soles of your feet then you know what you can do don’t you.” Yelled the tiny guy.

“I don’t really think you have a lot of choice little man. Lick or shrink - you tell me?” Luke angrily retorted.

“Fuck you, I will not eat your toe jam so you can just go fuck.”

With that Luke aimed the calculator at his prize and he began to shrink once more. It was only a matter of seconds before Grant was down to a couple of millimetres. Screaming in a voice that made no sound at all to the human ear the tiny figure pleaded to be made bigger. Luke understood what his pet was asking and grew him back but this time to only 2 inches.          

“As a punishment you will have to work that little bit harder.” Ordered Luke.

With that, the now 2 inch tall naked man set to work on licking the two huge feet of his master. He didn’t like to admit it but he was actually quite enjoying the feeling of licking the soles of this giant man. Pressed up against the huge bare sole his tiny dick became hard. He continued to lick and had to shimmy his way up the foot to reach the toes to lick them. Once he had reached the top of the big toe he carried on licking and kissing his giant masters toe, rubbing his own tiny form against the toe.  The rubbing motion from his entire licking made him even harder and quickly he shot his tiny load onto the underside of his master‘s big toe. Luke felt the hardened cock against his sole and the short burst of moist liquid that ran down and smiled to himself.

“Well, well my little man you are enjoying yourself. But you realise that you have only made more mess for yourself to clean off.” Luke laughed at this and his foot shook which toppled Grant over. Luke took this opportunity to lower his foot over his captive and press his huge toes into the tiny mans face.  Grant struggled with this new weight on his tiny body, although it was not crushing him, he was frightened that his master might just get carried away and put more pressure on that he intended. With the huge toes in his face he couldn’t even scream for his master to stop. Noticing the frantic flailing Luke lifted his foot and put it down at his pets’ side. Grant leaned against it and began to jerk himself off. Luke looked down at his toy and grinned. He too decided to jerk himself off, and holding his own huge dick above, Grant he began to massage his meat. As he rubbed his hand up and down his monstrous cock he felt his balls lift and tighten, he knew it wouldn’t be long now. As he looked down at his tiny captive resting against his foot he let rip with his massive load. Aiming his dick straight at Grant, Luke shot his wad right at his boss’s face and body. Grant was covered from head to toe in the warm sticky juices. There was so much surrounding him that he was almost swimming in the stuff. Upset and infuriated, Grant began screaming at his master, until he noticed the giant hand move close to the calculator. This made foe a change of heart in the tiny mans reaction. Quickly he was on all fours begging for his master not to shrink him any more. Luke looked down at his former boss who now stood at a poultry 2 inches and grinned, he had never had such power over one person in his entire life. He loved his new status as giant and master, especially over Grant, the man who always acted so superior to him. Now look at the tiny man all covered in cum and begging for his life.

“Stop begging slave, I aren’t going to shrink you, not yet anyway.” Laughed Luke.

“Please master I need to take piss, where should I go?” Shouted up the tiny man.

“Here let me show you my pet.” Luke said as his huge hand came down and wrapped it’s large fingers round the struggling figure. Luke placed Grant into the urinal and looked at the pathetic form in the white porcelain bowl. “Now my tiny man you can go and piss away to your hearts content.”

 Grant knelt in the urinal, as it was too slippery to stand and pissed like his life depended on it.

“My, my little man, I didn’t think you could hold so much,” grinned Luke down on Grant, his own huge cock waving over the bowl. “Well tiny boss man you aren’t the only one who needs to go.” And with that he began to spray his own warm piss into the bowl. Grant crawled around the bowl to try and keep out of the shower, but everywhere he went Luke re-aimed his cock at him so he was continually covered. Grant hated this but dared not say anything that might upset Luke for fear of being shrunk. Once Luke had finished he picked out the tiny man and dropped him in the sink and turned on the cold water. Grant screamed from the shock he got from the cold, but just cleaned himself up. Luke then gathered up his clothes slipping on his shirt and trousers. He put Grant into the pocket and checking to see if the coast was clear, he ran back to the office. Once safely back he sat at the large desk and put his prize there too. He picked up the tiny clothes of his boss and tossed them into the bin.

“Hey those are mine, what am I meant to wear now?” Retorted Grant.

Luke looked sternly at his boss as he rested his gigantic feet on the desk in front of his pet, “Why nothing little man; foot slaves don’t wear clothes. Believe me, you won’t need clothes for your new role in life.”

Grant looked in horror, as it became evident he was not going to be made back to his normal size for a very long time if ever. He looked over at the ever-expanding penis of his master protruding from the unfastened trousers.

“Well, it looks like it’s time for you to go to work again slave. Climb onto my legs and get your tiny body here NOW.” Ordered Luke.

Grant thought about refusing until he noticed the fidgeting hand on the calculator. He scrambled up the leg and ran as fast as he could towards the cock. Once there without a word he began to massage the ball sacks with his tiny feet. All the while the cock above him grew. He knew he was doing a good job when the odd drop seeped from high above him. He then wrapped his arms around the cock and began to climb. He could use the veins to help him with his feet and quicker than he expected was at the top. He then looked over to his giant for orders.

“Lick my slit boss man, and do it well. You wouldn’t want to upset me now would you?” Grant just shook his head and got to work. He pressed his head against the slit and ran his tongue around the inside. This wasn’t as bad as he had expected, infact he was enjoying it as much himself as his master seemed to be. He became so engrossed in his work he never even noticed the juices rising until he was hit in the face. The force was just too much and he was knocked backwards. He landed on Luke’s stomach, as he watched streams of the warm white sticky substance shot into the air. He saw them shoot off in the direction of his master’s feet. He was so glad that he was not going to get covered a second time. But then the huge cock fell down on top of him and he could hardly breath.

“Who would have ever thought that one mans dick could weigh so much.” He said to himself, his arms and legs splayed out of both sides. He struggled for a while and then a gigantic hand came and moved the cock off his body. He scrambled out as the dick was let to flop back down. He looked towards his young giant with gratitude, only to be met with a sly smile.

“Grant my little foot licker, there is one more job for you tonight. My toes are covered with cum and it is your job to lick it off before you can go to sleep.”

“But, master please, I am so tired.” Begged the 2-inch toy.

“You will be even more tired if you have to do it at only 1 inch tall though.”

With that Grant hung his head and slowly made his way back to the feet of his giant. At least it only landed on one foot, he thought to himself. He scaled the foot and began to lick. He had never had to work so hard in his entire life. He never did finish the job; he fell asleep from total exhaustion before the deed was done. Luke smiled down and let his pet sleep, after all there was tomorrow to do it all again.

 THE END