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Don got a call just as he was finished putting together a new terminal for the
main frame. His new boss Joyce was now over the computer systems as well as
shipping and receiving. He didn't much mind the older woman being over him, she
was a competent boss, but she knew ABSOLUTELY ZERO about computer systems.
He aslo didn't mind her because there wasn't any "sexual" friction . She was
almost old enough to be his mother, and didn't take care of herself very well
either. She was a red kneck in most ways. Jeff Foxworthy would have been proud.
The salt and pepper hair still had pleanty of dark in it, but her loud mouth
almost always turned people off quickly, as well as her oversized butt that she
always kept in shorts and short skirts. Plus her face had taken a beating from
all of the sunning she'd done over the years. Over all, Joyce would have been a
The BIGGEST thing Don didn't like though was her bossy attitude. She'd tell him
to fix something. When he asked her a question, the answer was always the same.
"I don't care how you do it, but if ya don't, you'll be sent 'a packin'."
The call was Joyce wanting a monster burger from Hardees.
"Monster burger?" Don asked as if she were a bit daft. Why would HE care what
"And make sure it has onions on it!" she squaked in her southern drawl. He could
imagine she was wearing cover alls and a straw hat when she talked, but in
reality she dressed like an overripe prostitute.
"I don't know anyone who's going out for lunch..." Don protested.
"YA GO GET IT YERSELF!" she squaked making her voice two octaves higher.
"Oh, well, uh, okay. I wasn't planning on going out though, I brought my lu...."
click She'd hung up on him already. "What a pain" he mused to himself. Why
couldn't she just get something delivered? Now he'd have to drive across town to
What the hell. He was paid by the hour, and the company would have to pay milage.
If she weren't his boss, he'd already have told her to shove her brazen
attitude. But, gotta make a living as such. He got his car keys and mused how
interesting his Porche and he were going to be fast food caterers today... to a
snobby, overweight, clerk that ended up being a salary boss somehow!
It had been a long time since Don had been at a fast food window. And he'd NEVER
bought something for someone else, and nothing for himself. He rode all the way
back across town listening to the radio with his only passenger. A fast food bag
After a few cutesy comercials about softdrinks and car sales, a commentary came
on. He half listened as he weaved through traffic, then the president came on.
Her voice was a clear modulated voice that imposed concern on a listener. "We
have had, in the past, reason to give billions of tax payer's dollars for
prisons. Then with technology we solved the problem." (meaning the invention of
the portasizer to shrink criminals) We had a problem with land fills and
chemical dumps plagueing our great land. and technology solved that also!" she
continued about the greatness of the recent sizing technology. How wonderfull it
"In the past, laws have been in place to protect the rights of every citizen,
and those rights have been revoked when the law is broken. Now, with the help of
the national security team and the House of Representatives, I give you the new
Don was now on pins and needles. He'd heard of the damn Safety act. It was safe
for everyone but him! He couldn't believe they'd actuall PASSED the damn thing.
It was originally created by a group of lesbian women's rights activists, and
now it was a law. The president finished her speach by re- assuring that the use
of sizing units, both fixed and portable, would be STRICTLY monitored. "yea
right." And that the use of said units would not be illegal on persons 'causing
or meaning to cause harm to the device's owner'.
Pretty much in a nut shell, even the president signed a hunting permit to every
last person who could afford a portasizer. The rich get richer... the poor
He went into Joyce's office feeling is if he'd already been stepped on my a
million ton president with high heeled pumps. He put the bag on the edge of her
desk as she chatted on the phone. "Can I have the rest of the day off, I don't
feel quite right..." Don asked noting Joyce was TALKING about the new law with
whom ever it was on the other end of the phone line.
She put the phone to her chest as if it would cover what she was about to say. "Naw,
uh uh. You sit in that chair right thar." she aimed a finger at her 'death row'
everyone jokingly called it. Every time lay offs or write ups were coming,
everyone had to sit in her row of office chairs. Otherwise you could just stand
there while she yells at you for what ever.
It was very uncomfortable sitting in the cushy comfortable chair.
"I want the F.L. committe to have a meeting in my office then. Yea. Get 'em in
here right after their lunch then, and Linda? Make sure Anthony comes this time.
Okay? Bye." she put down the phone and went straight to her meal. She began
pulling open ketchup packets and squirting them on the napkin where the fries
"About taking today off..." Don began again.
Suddenly Joyce's attention turned to him again. "You know I ain't wearin' no
bra. Right?" she said making sure that her light gray blouse was tight enought
across her smallish breasts for the orange of her aerola's to leave dark spots.
Her protruding belly came out nearly as far as the lumps of her breasts, and her
nipples were already pointing at the floor.
"Uh, yea. I see that." he said realizing she was about to go into one of her
mind games. Don was no fool however. He decided to play the game right back, and
"Can you tell if I'm wearin' panties?" she stood for a moment and straightened
her skirt around her bulging thighs and hips. For all her short falls, she did
have a tan on her legs that covered some of the age signs, but not all of them.
Her big shins and fat ankles came from under the dress tapering into a pair of
oversized feet even for a lady her size. Her shoes were the severe walking kind
that nurses wore with no socks. No panties, no stockings, no socks. But again,
he knodded his head as he saw no lines at all around her hips or butt.
"No underwear on the boss lady!" she said triumphantly. Her lips smiled into a
thin slit between her laugh lined cheeks. She smashed a few french fries with
her fingernails, plopped them in the blob of ketchup and tossed them in her
mouth. She watched him as she devoured her food. Each time she'd dip her head
way back and let them fall into her mouth. Not at all like normal people eat
french fries. More like how people eat oysters.
The monster burger stayed lonely looking on the desk as Joyce made a meal of her
"You know what I heard today?" she finally said between bites.
"What?" he tried to keep everything on a freindly easy going basis, even though
every alarm in his head had gone to defcon 5.
"The president is going to leave it up to the people to defend themselves." she
took a long drink from her soda making slurping noises when she reached the
bottom with her straw. "It's called the Safety act. It's so women and little
girls don't have to worry about walking the streets anymore. Plus it's goin' to
save all us hard workin' taxpayers a bundle on law enforcement!" she preached.
Actually it was just the introduction to what was on her mind.
She finally smiled looking directly at him. Her eye lids were still powdered
blue like they did in the 70's. To Don, she looked like a Madame from the south.
"So, you got your boss trapped in her office." she said innocently as she took
more french fries to her mouth. "Are you gonna attack me?"
"You ARE? Please don't!" she said in a completely phony panick voice. Her eyes
stayed on him like a snake trancing a mouse.
"I said no." he wondered what in the hell was the matter with her. But it was
becoming obvious. She ripped open her top to reveal both of her half sun tanned
tits. The big buttons of her blouse went scattering across the floor.
"If you come and suck on these, I'll be quiet." she said suddenly.
"Don't make me use this on ye!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs pulling the
stock room portasizer out. He dipped to his knees in a begging position.
"Okay, okay. You don't have to threaten anything. I'll do whatever you want...
Just don't go crazy, okay?" he crawled to her on his knees. Hands still up as if
she were a cop with a gun. She hiked up her skirt with a smirk on her face.
"I know'd you could be reasonable." she said still weilding the industrial duty
portasizer as she licked her lips and kept it aimed at his nose.
He was about to swallow his pride and go muff diving on his boss who had never
turned him on a bit! But before he could make contact, there was a knock at the
Suddenly, Don was in a big huge room. Huge, beyond all reason. Joyce had shrunk
him by accident when the door knock scared her.
"Ooops! Sorry, Don. Well. Since you're small already, here. Hold on." Joyce
reached down to get him as if he were a cigarette butt. His head spun as she
pushed him up her skirt between her legs and pushed his tiny body into the
tangled mass of pussy hair as if it were a jungle jym. Each strand was as big as
a water pipe in his hand as he felt the gravity shift as if he were in an
elevator. Joyce stood up and called for her visitors to come in.
Don was completely astonished at the brazen attitude of his boss, and the
completely unreasonable amount of time it took for the president to have him put
out ot commission! He hung on for dear life seeing her chair was a vast plain of
squares many many feet below as if he were looking down from a high flying air
Joyce pulled her blouse together and 10 people on the company FL committee came
in including Linda who would be taking notes and minutes of the meeting. Joyce
sat behind her desk as the nine members sat and talked among themselves. Finally
Anthony started in on her (for the thousandth time)
"Okay, Joyce. We know you don't know what you're doing. What are you going to
ask us now?" he scoffed. He was the one who felt he was entitled to her present
"Me? I was going to find out where you were on the Seagate deal?" she asked. The
committee had completely lost the deal, and it was not supposed to be public
yet, but Joyce found out about it anyway. Anthony's face reddened.
"That deal was impossible to aquire. I'm not going to talk about it." Anthony
shoved his hands in his pockets like a spoiled little brat. Joyce knew which
"Impossible, or you just don't know what the hell you're doin'?" she asked in a
mocking southern drawl that could entice Elvis into a fight.
"Look, is this meeting about plant procedure or not, because it's none of your
business what we do in marketing!" Anthony was seconded by Kent Black and Rose
The others on the comittee were there as staff support primarily because of the
"It's about company business. I've got a dossier that tells me that things ain't
quite right 'round here, and I want answers!" she knitted her brow into a scowl
that made everyone in the room's blood pressure rise.
Especially Anthony. He was no piss boy for the new shipping boss no matter what.
To even suggest that his committee look at her trivial matters was like
suggesting an executive to clean a toilet. His ears flashed red as he clenched
"You have no authority here. This committe is NOT composed to be degraded into
some sort of help for overbearing fat ass shipping personel!" Anthony was again
backed by Kent and Rose who all stood to leave with him on that note.
Just then Joyce stood too. "You LOOK like hired help, ya mean ya'all can't
figure out what this is?" she dangled a slip from her fingertips that went to a
simple shipment of tampons for the ladie's room. Anthony temporarilly lost it
and took the slip to shread it to ribbons and toss the little pieces all over
"That's your ass if you continue to provoke me!" he said hotly as he gritted his
"Are you threatening me?!" she asked almost astonished.
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With a casual wave of her wrist, Joyce shrank all nine of them leaving only
Linda standing before her. Her aid looked at the floor and her jaw dropped a
"Have you got all that?" Joyce asked as she let her buttonless shirt fall open
again. Only this time only the cleavage of her droopy sunlined breasts was
showing. Linda was sighing relief that she wasn't WITH the people on the floor
Linda had been holding the vid cam on record the whole time, even though she had
no idea why the boss wanted to video tape anything as boring as an FA meeting.
"Uh, yea. Here you go ma'am." she said gulping as she handed over the small
Joyce took it and put it in her desk drawer. "Oh, and Linda. Would you mind
gatherin' that bunch up in this here box?" she indicated an empty carton of
tissues on her desk top. Linda shrugged as she took the box and looked at the
tiny scurrying things at her feet. She'd never had such a time since she was a
little girl chasing frogs beside her grandfather's pond.
She hunted them up one by one, and soon they were all accounted for. Joyce gave
her a knod that she could leave. Her mouth drew into the familiar slit as she
happily looked down at her new shrunken co workers. "I got a surprise business
lunch in store for ye." she licked her thin lips and reached for her burger. "I
don't think ya'all will mind if I don't give a speach. Right?"
Don was gasping for breath as her crotch warmed and she sat again. He was
certain he was about to die at any second as his hands clung to the immense
pearly dark strands of pubic hair. The odor coming from her engulfed his head as
he tried to fight and breathe at the same time. She had shrank more people, and
he was simply forgotten as he heard her taunting them in an immense rumbling
voice that made the strands of pipe sized hair around him waiver like bushes in
the wind. The eerie sight made him shake like a scared invalid as the sense was
scared out of him. A finger the size of a city bus was lowering right toward
him! It came in as if in slow motion, and plowed into the building of womanly
flesh right below him. It sank in as easily as a woman's finger should in her
own pussy, yet to him it was like a battering ram crashing into the mall, and
reality simply bending to meet it with no destruction. Just a huge gooshing
sound that reminded him of burping a water bed amplified 1000X
It was dark under Joyce's skirt. Dark and hot. Don sweated bullets as he tried
not to panic. He took a big gulp of putrid air as the sight nausiated him to the
point of almost vomiting. The smell and the sound of her finger digging through
the unruly matt of genital hair toward him was stupifying. He was about to jump
to his doom when the hairs parted to expose a dense thicket consealing her clit,
this was the spot she sought out and the scant curly hair he was clinging to
swayed aside from her immense ooz covered finger and he was temporarily spared
Being alone in her office again, Joyce didn't even notice she'd started stroking
herself untill she habbitually pulled it out and smelled of it. She was very
used to doing so to check whether or not she needed to prop the door open to let
Today she was about average, which to the tiny people before her was horrid. She
saw them holding their noses as she sniffed her finger again and smirked more.
"What's a matter? Ain't smelt' a woman before girls?" she poked Loretta Lindsay
with her goo coated fingertip and the woman stuck to it for a moment and began
screaming unintelligibly. When she finally peeled away she was left alone by the
"Help me! I'm sticky!" she sobbed and the others just turned up their noses up
at their soiled comrade. Loretta was peeling at the thick goo with both hands
trying to get the slime off of her.
"BACK OFF! And you stink..." Rose had the expression on her face of an observer
of a sick dog giving birth. She kept backing away from the offensive accuntant.
Only Anthony had the guts to stay focused on the immense Joyce. "You can't do
this! If Roger finds out about this, you'll get canned. You don't want that!" He
shook violently but tried to stay erect as Joyce moved her face a bit closer so
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"And he has authority over the president of the united states?! HA! I don't
think so, you'd better check it again mister." she smiled and Anthony finally
felt his knees give way as her gigantic teeth bared down on him as if he were in
Several of the tiny people before her were breaking down into hysterics. Kent
crawled forward completely ignoring the monsterous face above them. "This is all
your fault! I told you she was dangerous!!" He began chewing out Anthony.
Of course Joyce was glad to hear it. "YOU TELL 'EM KENT! I'M DAMN DANGEROUS!"
she seconded the tiny man. He took notice of her peircing crowfeet lined eyes
glaring down at him like twin pools of acid and the highly educated middle aged
Loretta crawled forward despited the goo and began yelling at the gargantuan
overweight boss lady. "YOU DISGUSTING PIG! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! THIS IS A $200
SUIT!!!" Her squeaks got all of their attention.
"You callin' me a pig?" Joyce's smirk went away and was replaced by something
they had seldom seen. The good 'ol girl gone mad. Joyce brought her finger up to
her lips again, and hovered her index finger over the tiny woman. "I ain't havin'
no insect call me no pig!" she let her thin lips curl downward as she felt her
"Um.. Oh, I'm... AAAHHHH!!" Loretta had time for a quick scream, and Joyce's
finger came down on her legs. With a sickening wet crunch, both of her long trim
gams were crushed off of her body by an immense finernail the size of a car
"Oooh. Poor baby, you ain't gonna go callin nobody names now girlie!" she saw
the goo covered woman was now in total shock as she looked at her ruined
pulverized legs that looked like a side of bacon in a pool of blood before her.
The others stared in shock too. Joyce was for real. She wasn't happy! The ruined
woman tried to pick at her pulped legs with her fingers as if she could put them
back together as her lower lip quivered. She then looked up at Joyce's gigantic
face as if she still didn't believe it.
Just for kicks, Joyce plucked a ruined leg up in her fingernails and some french
fries as well and ate them all. "Hmm. Good as ketchup. I always knowed you was a
sweet girl Loretta!" she gained her smirk again, but it was all evil. She'd just
eaten the severed leg of a woman at her mercy. That was as evil as any of them
Without caring what else happened, Rose dropped to her knees and began to beg
Joyce. "I've got money Joyce! I've got savings and bonds! You can have it all if
you let me go! Anything!" she pleaded.
"Aye? Ah, I'll think about it. 'course, with ya'all gone. I'll get pleanty of
promotions." she picked a piece of Loretta's thigh bone from her teeth, and the
bloody matt of meat and bone fell right at Rose's feet. The woman promptly puked
right there, and her pearl knecklace broke sending expensive little pearls
cascading all over Joyce's immense desk top.
Joyce giggled at her. "Ahh, poor dear. Maybe you'd like to make me some ketchup
too?" she scoffed at th
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