A Day at the Office

 As usual I began work at 7:00 AM. I enjoyed the early start because no one else usually started until 8.
I liked having the whole office to myself. It was relaxing and I got a lot of work done in that hour. 
I unlocked the door, dropped off my briefcase at my desk and headed in to make some coffee.
I hear the office door open and close. Who could be here this early ? I started my brew and went for a look.
It was Dale. This was even more odd. He NEVER comes in this early. 
“What’s up?” I questioned.
“Oh, Hey. I came in to organize my desk and move my computer. I get such a glare from that window.” He replied. 
“Oh, have fun !” 
“I will, don’t worry” he said.
I returned to the kitchen for my coffee and upon return I heard him call my name.
“You called.” I responded.
“Yeah. You mind helping me with these cables? Can you crawl under there and feed then up through to me while I pull them from here?” he asked. 
It was a Friday and I was in jeans anyway so why not I thought.
Crawling under the desk into the corner where the cables were plugged in I detached them and began pushing them thru the hole. 
“Got 'em.” He announced.
I went to back out but he was standing in my way. 
“Hey wanna move to one side so I can get out ?”
“Not really”
“Excuse me ?”
“I said , not really. I think I kinda like you there. Yeah. I think you should stay there for the day.”
“Your nuts. Move!”
“You are a bit big though, my feet and legs won’t fit down there with you that size.”
The next thing I knew he was pointing some strange gun like thing at me and I was shot. Shot with a red laser beam.  I must have passed out. I woke up on the desk. Everything was huge ! Especially Dale. Although I was not hurt he had his stapler resting on my stomach holding me down. I must hit have been more than 3 inches tall.  He was a Giant.
 “Ah ! I see your awake. Like what I’ve done with the desk ?”
“Dude ! what did you do to me ? Why did you do this to me ?”
“Before you ask why I shrank you so small I better finish what I’ve started” he said.
He then picked up the gun again and flipped a switch. This time a green beam came out and I did not faint. After a few seconds he turned it off.
 “There, that ought to do it.”
“Do what?” I reluctantly asked.
“This.” He said and began to press down on the stapler still resting on me. 
I began to flatten under the pressure of his hand.
“Hey!” stop it.
“Don’t worry, other than the pressure, you won’t feel a thing. Cool , huh ?”
“No, NOT Cool” 
“Well if you don’t like that your are going to hate this.”
He pulled something out of his desk drawer. 
It was a velcro strip.
“What do you think you are doing with that ?”
 “You’ll see.”
He pealed off the back and exposed the sticky underside. Then he rolled me over on my stomach and held me down. He pressed the strip against me. 
“I told you I like you being under my desk and that is where you will stay today. You are going spend the next 8 hours at my feet. My Giant size 13 feet.”
He bent down and pressed me against the cloth of the cubical wall. I stuck there suspended as though in mid air. 
“ There now lets check out the height” he said backing up and taking his place in his chair. He scooted in and pointed his long maroon loafer at me. He pushed the toe of his shoe into me and then looked under the desk at me. 
“Perfect” he said as my stomach slowly returned to its normal shape.
I began to scream ! “Let me off of here ! You cant do this to me !”
“Put a sock in it !” he replied.
I continued to yell. You wait til everyone else gets here. Someone will hear me.”
“I said, put a sock in it !” then he slipped off his show exposing his huge black socked foot. It moved in closer. Even though it was early and he could not have had the sock on that long it was sweaty and smelly.
“Oh, did I tell you. I’ve worn these sock for a few days straight just for this event, enjoy”
Pressing his entire foot against me I flattened out under it. I could hear him laughing. The smell was incredible. I wanted to vomit.
There I stayed. I hear the others

come in and he called the secretary and advised I called in sick. “….No nothing serious, just not feeling himself, I guess”.
My briefcase was under my desk and no one probably even noticed.  Dale sits in the back of the office and it was unlikely anyone would see me. When ever anyone came back he would simply cover me with his foot. 
On and off he would wear and take off his shoe. Just long enough to make it sweaty.
I stayed there for hours. 
It was almost lunch time. Dale ALWAYS goes home at lunch. That may be my chance to escape………
I saw Dale wheel his chair to the office/cubical behind him. Nick sat there. I could hear them whispering about something but could not quite make it out.  Then he returned. 
Looking under his desk at me he said, “Well, I’m off to lunch be back in an hour, don’t give him a hard time.”
What did he mean by that ? 
Then he slipped his foot out of his shoe one last time and pressed me fat against the wall with his moist smelly sock.
 “Oh yeah, that’s my boy” he explained before putting on his shoe once again. I say him adjust himself before he got up to leave. H must have had a hard on.
 I just hung there, still suspended on the wall by the velcro when I saw another pair of legs and feet before me.
It was Nick. Well built, 6’2” mans man. Loved his sports and occasionally liked to rough thing up a bit sparing back and forth with the guys on the office.
He looked down at me. He was sitting in Dale’s chair with it pushed away from the desk and his legs out before him. Pointing at me. 
“Hum, Interesting ?” he said turning his head from side to side as if to get all perspectives of my situation. 
“Nick you have to help me ! Pull me off of here. Dale shrunk me with some ray gun and who knows what he has in mind for me.”
“Yeah your right. Who knows ? All I DO know is that he asked me to baby sit you til he gets back from lunch and yeah I’ll take you off of there.” He said pealing me off of the wall.
“I think you will look much better here….”he said as he pressed me across the tips of his socked foot.
“What are you doing ?” I shouted.
He just looked down at me in amazement at my size.
“Is it true he made you squishy too?” he questioned.
Before I could answer he pointed his toes down at the floor and pressed down. I flattened out as he pressed down. Even thru his sock I could feel his toe nails gouging into me. He then returned his foot to a flat position on the floor. Nick began chuckling. This is too rich. I got to get me on of you. I could get used to this.
I hear his phone ring and he looked down at me. “Well back to work” he said.
Instead of letting me go he picked up his shoe and turned the corner back to his office with me still attached to the tips of the toes of his right foot/sock.
I could hear him on the phone. “Sure I can meet you there, in 20 minutes ? Sure, see you then” click.
“Looks like we’re going for a ride” he announced. “Gotta meet a client. I guess I should email dale to let him know where we are. We should be back before he leaves for the day.”
I started shouting for him to let me go. To let me off of his foot. It did no good. He just shook his head and told me I was yelling to much. 
He gathered his things for his appointment and told me he hopes I am not afraid of cramped places. Then he lifted his foot and slid it into his 13EEE Wingtip. The were new and smelled of leather. As if to prolong my torture he slid his foot in very slowly. The light from outside slowly faded. I tried to push away but it did no good. The velcro was stuck fast to his sock. Upon reaching the toe of his shoe I felt a sudden jar as his heel fell into place and I was shoved against the inside of the shoe toe. My body was pressed forward. I could heel the stitching press into me. After tying his laces nice and tight he got up and walked to his car. 
Off to the appointment we went. At the traffic signals he would take time to flex his toes letting me know he remembered I was there. It was a warm day the smell changed from that of new leather to hot sweaty leather. Even through the barrier of the shoe I could

hear mumbles of his conversations with the man he was meeting. 
It seamed like forever I was there. Then they parted ways. It had to late in the afternoon. I heard the car door open then slam shut. The pressure was released from me. Then light. It was blinding.
“How you holding up down there?” he asked looking at me and wiggling his toes. “I hope we make it back in time for me to get you to Dale. We are running close in time.”
He kept his shoe off for the return drive. I was thankful for the fresh air. 
“Your in luck, He is still here” nick announced as he slipped me back into his shoe and entered the office.
“Man, I did not think you were going to make it back before I left” I heard Dale comment to Nick as he slipped me back out to the office floor. 
Now there were standing toe to toe. “Interesting?” dale said. “I wondered what you did with him.”
“Yup, he’s all yours. But can I just do one more thing ?” he asked.
Taking me from his sock he stuck me flat on the floor. Again the velcro held me in place. Then from above I saw it. Nicks heal. First he hovered it above me. Then slid his foot down so I was just looking out from under his toes. He was laughing again.
“Go ahead, just do it !” Dale said
And with that his foot came square down on top of me. I was flattened out from the force. I could feel every square inch of pressure. To ad insult to injury he began rocking his foot side to side. Front to back without lifting. Like rolling out crust for a pie. His foot was warm and smelly. The lint was moist and beginning to stick to me. And so was the smell. I smelled like foot.
He lifted from upon me and let out a huge sigh of satisfaction.
“OH yeah, that was good.” He said and they looked at me as I slowly tried to regain my shape. 
“See ya tomorrow” Nick announced as packed up this things and headed home.
“Well, well, well. What shall we do with you now?” Dale asked. “I could change you back……or I could take you to the gym with me for a work out. Which will it be ?”
Return me to normal or stay as I am and go with him to the gym. 
The grin on his face is all I needed to know I was not going to make it home tonight. At least not to my home.
Lifting his gym bad to the desk top he pulled out an old pair of sweat socks. Rightfully named I might add. 
Turning one inside out he took me in and pressed my back against the seam. Again the velcro made me stick fast. 
“I’ve been wearing these all week, I hope the smell isn’t to bad for ya.” Dale said. Then quickly added. “Well that’s not true. That is the reason I wore them all week. Just to know your suffering and my enjoyment of what you will be enduring, while I work out. “ he chuckled and returned the sock to its rightful position.
Rolling the sock up into a ball with me inside he stuffed it into his Hi-top Chuck’s.
We were headed for the Gym. 
It was right down the road so it did not take long to get there.  I could feel the bag being carried and swung back and forth with his stride. Then THUD. The bag was dropped to the floor. 
He changed into his shorts and t-shirt. He waited til the locker room was empty then put on the sock and sneaker onto his one foot. Then pulled off his work sock from the other foot and pulled out the sock I was trapped in. He gazed down at me just for a second to glance at me and then inserted his foot still sweaty from the other sock and his work shoe. I was under the arch of his toes. He let me there for a second then stood up pressing his full weight upon me. 
The parts of me that did not get flattened for squeezed up between his toes, including my face. Even without being able to see me I think he know my exact position. He then released the pressure from above but then lifted his foot and curled his toes under. I became even more out of shape and squashed.
The smell was horrible. Both from the fact that he had worn these socks all week to the gym and that  his feet still smelled from his leather work shoes. 
Again his foot lifted, this time to put on his sneaker. The ratty old “chuck” that must has been years old. The smell of sweat a

now permanent of the shoe. The foot bed was spring like , surprisingly, but is did not help much from the pressure of his steps. His 6’2” 192 lb frame trampling upon me.  We made our way to the gym floor.
He decided to start with some calf raises. Lucky me. He help two 50 Lb. Weights in either hand and began to exercise. Flat on his feet to up on his toes. It only took about 2 or 3 reps for his feet to begin to get moist.
There was nothing for me to do but endure. 
While I could feel no pain, I could sense everything else. Taste. Smell, etc. Both of which were senses I wished I did not have right now. His sweat was bitter and salty at the same time. It was very pungent. 
I got a break when he did his seated exercises.  I was again subjected to his massive weight when he did his leg presses. Well, not so much HIS weight as to the weight of the machine itself. He was up to pressing 210 lbs. When he forced the press away, he pushed it flat footed, but then forced it away a few more inches by extending his toes. 
We were there for about 2 hours before he decided he had enough. 
The locker room floor was cold and his feet were sweaty as they made contact. I was caught in the middle. 
He undressed completely except for his socks, waiting for the locker room to again be empty. Then he slipped off his socks.  Looking it at me, or the squished mess that used to be me, he inhaled wrinkling his nose. 
“Damn, your stink” he said with a laugh. I was beginning to return to my normal shape. 
“I’d take ya in the shower with me but I am only going to put those socks back on anyway, so you might as well stay in there. Yeah, I think I will wear you and those sneakers again while I go eat. No use bathing you if you are just going to smell again.”
He then tied the top of the sock in a knot and laid it in the floor. 
“Might as well give you something to do while I shower, let’s see if you can get yourself back in shape before I get back.” 
I did not know what he meant until I felt the heal of his foot press down upon me then slide forcefully forward. Then lifting his foot he again placed his heal on what used to be my midsection and pressed down, this time with his toes in the air pivoted his foot right to left pressing the cotton material even deeper into me.
 “There, that ought to do it, See ya in a bit.”
The pressure lifted and I heard the shower turn on in the distance. 
I had turned back to my normal shape by the time he was done showering.  I don’t know why I bothered, not that I had a choice. Dale got dressed then untied my sock.
“I decided not to wear you again in that sock” he announced. “I thing your have been in there long enough”
I was glad…..for the moment.
He turned the sock inside out and pulled me and my velcro attachment from the material. 
I looked in horror as he dropped his pants. 
“What do you think your doing ?” I yelled.
Ignoring my question be commented, “Yup, you should fit”.
He took me and presses me against the base of his shaft. Then bent me backwards. I did not know the velcro was made of stretchy material. He pulled me and it until both ends met around his cock. 
“Just right” he exclaimed.
He turned me into a human cock ring. I could not believe it.
He was looking down at me when he said, I think we need one little adjustment. Holding his now firm penis the spun me around so that my face was right in the middle of his huge hairy balls.
“That’s better.” He said just before pulling up his boxer briefs and jeans shorts.
Off  to dinner he went.
 He went to a diner just around the corner. 
When he sat down his balls were scrunched together between his newly exercised thighs. I could feel them quiver from time to time. 
Occasionally  he would adjust himself under the booth to let me know he remembered I was still there.
Dinner only lasted about an hour. Then he headed home. 
Inside the from door he kicked off his sneakers and proceeded to check his answering machine. No messages.  Then the mail. Bill, Bill, Bill, ooo A new mag. 
He made his way to the fridge for a beer, closed the curtains, 

then to the couch and popped on the TV.
It was warm, he decided to make himself more comfortable and began to undress.
I was exposed for the first time to his apartment. (Not bad, he had good taste at least)
Lying on the couch he propped himself up with a pillow and spun me around so he could see me. 
“See this?” he asked. “My new double addition mens mag. We are going to have fun tonight. Well at lease I am” he said chuckling to himself.
As he looked through the pics he was becoming aroused. This soft cock began to fill with his hot blood. He  and I were beginning to rise. His balls became firm and warm. 
“Time to move you, buddy boy. I want you to have the best view possible.” Moving me from the base of his shaft to just below his head I was reattached. 
“Now, where were we ? Oh yeah.” The magazine went back up in front of his face. I was again rising with him, this time from a different view.  His veins swelled it was getting warmer. He extended his hand down upon himself. He allowed a little precum to escape and used that to make his grip more movable.  He was jerking off and I had a front row seat. He reached back and turned off the pole light that was behind him. 
The only light in the room was the glow from the TV.  His eyes were closed with a picture of an unidentified man in his mind. Most likely one from the magazine which was now thrown on the floor. 
He was stroking himself harder and harder. His body flexing and twisting. Moan after moan.  I was passing through his closed hand over and over being spread with the cum slowly escaping. I was restricting him from blowing his load and that was the way he wanted it. To hold out as long as he could. 
His fingers now reaching for me. Quickly he unfastened me but put me in his palm holding me over his piss slip just as he released the blast of hot juicy cum.  He began stroking again with me and his load not in his hand and covering his cock. A minute to two passed before he went limp with exhaustion.
Satisfied for the moment, the wiped me off onto his stomach as well as the remainder of his man juice. 
(To be quite honest I did not know he had all that in him, I was somewhat impressed. I always thought he was kind of a wimp)
Dale fell asleep exactly as lay. I slowly began to dry fast to his stomach and too fell asleep to the gentle inhales of his breaths. 
Morning came and I was still stuck there. He got up and began making some coffee. 
“Sleep well?” he asked. Glancing down at me.
I did not answer.
“Well while that brews, we best get ready for work” he said heading for the shower.
He stepped under the warm running water. The cascaded down from his head, over his shoulders and chest down to me. Slowly I was working free.
Good, I thought. Until I realized it was quite a ways down and began to fall.
Dale looked down but made no attempts to help. 
“PLOP” I hit bottom. 
Dale snickered “Oops”
He continued to bath as I dodged being flattened once again by his huge feet. The hot soapy water was working off the glue holding the velcro to me. Soon I was able to work free from it as well. 
Not that it mattered as there was no way I could get out of the tub by myself anyway. It just felt good to be free from that and clean as well.
Getting out of the shower dale let me there until he got dressed.
He returned and pulled me from the wet tub and dried me off. 
“Well, it is almost all over. Time for another day at the office. Business as usual.” He said. 
Carrying me out to the kitchen counter he had his coffee and read the paper while I sat there.
Looking at the clock he decided it was time to leave.  
“Don’t worry I am not putting you in my sock.” He said but then ordered me to lay down. 
I did. 
He took his huge hand and began to roll it over me on the counter. I became longer and longer. 
“What was he doing?” I though.
Then he lifted me up. I was long and round. Then he proceeded to tie me in a knot. Then another.
“There, that should do it.”
He just wanted me incapacitated enough so I would not be any trouble to him on the way into the office. Then into

his pants pocked I was dropped along with his keys, change, and pack of gum.
 He took out his keys when he got to the car and fondled me for a second with his fingers.  Then off we went. 
No one was at the office. It was early. 
He un-knotted me and set me on the floor. 
Taking the ray-gun he shot me with the day before he set it in reverse and shot me again. I slowly returned to normal. 
“Ya know, no one will ever believe you if you tell them what happened. Maybe you should take another day  you look like hell. Don’t worry I cover for ya.”
He was right, who would ever believe me. Heck. I don’t even believe it happened. I collected my things and headed home.
 Next thing I remember I awoke with a start. I was in bed. How did I get here ? I don’t remember the drive home. I look at my watch. …Monday. 6:00am. 
It should be Tuesday. Was it all a dream ?… or a nightmare !
 

The End