Sang saw motion beyond the monitor on her standing desk. "Carol? That you?"
A tired woman's voice called back from beyond the doorway. "Yeah, I know, Sang."
"You need to turn in your invoices!"
Louder, tireder: "Yes, I know, Sang. Sorry."
"Four days overdue! Management's riding my ass!"
There was a pause before a very curvy, middle-aged woman rounded her door jamb. "What did you just say to me?" Carol folded her arms to push up her large breasts, resting one broad hip against the beige metal doorway.
Sang peered around her monitor and narrowed her eyes. "Your invoices due four days ago! I sent you email last week!"
The larger woman sauntered into the accountant's office. "No, that crack about my ass. What are you trying to say?"
The shorter, slighter woman looked up with confusion into the cloud of blonde fury. "I didn't talk 'bout your ass. I'm waiting for your invoice from last month."
Carol chewed the corner of her lip, glaring down at her. "I'll take care of that right now. You got some invoice forms lying around here?" Without waiting for a response, Carol made a dramatic show of searching through the shelves mounted on the other side of Sang. She reached up and pretended to rifle through textbooks and spiral-bound folders: her belly pinned Sang painfully against the edge of her desk, and Sang's head was lost in Carol's bosom. Carol chuckled, boffing her boobs against her coworker's skull, watching the long, shimmering black hair spread over her cardigan.
Sang's tiny fists beat against the project manager's flabby rolls. "You crazy woman! Get off me!" With a twist, she managed to slip out from beneath Carol's chest and belly. "Get out of my office, Carol! Send me your invoice in email! Use the link I sent you!"
"These things are better done the old-fashioned way, I think." Carol smirked and turned, brushing a small pile papers off the desk with her bubble butt in black polyester slacks. "Oops! Look at the mess I'm making! Here, I'll clean this up while I look for where you've hidden the invoices." With that, she turned and bent over. Her already huge rear exploded in all dimensions: two massive spheres tightly wrapped in black polyester slacks came rushing at Sang, bowling her over with irresistible force.
Sang cried out, rebounding off the large ass. Stumbling over her backpack, she cracked her skull against another bookcase. Carol only peered over her shoulder and smirked. "Please pardon my big, fat ass, Sang!"
The little woman rubbed her head for a moment, growling at her antagonist, then drew back her fist. "You idiot! You get out of my office, now! No room for you in here!" With all her strength she drove a blow into one round butt cheek, but her fist bounced off harmlessly. When Carol began to laugh, Sang swore and threw more punches at the larger woman's rear. In response, Carol only backed up into the littler woman, swaying her hips side to side, advancing on her until the shelves bit into Sang's spine.
"Sorry," Carol called out mockingly, "I seem to have made a huge mess in here! I'll just pick up after myself and be going, okay?" She made as though to crouch, to better crawl under the desk, but instead she jutted her rear into Sang, ramming her hips. The air squeezed from her lungs, Sang collapsed onto the enormous ass. Surprised, Carol abruptly stood up. Sang wrapped her arms around her coworker's waist for stability and was alarmed to discover her feet no longer touched the ground. She cinched Carol's waist tighter, her slender body draped over the spherical buttocks.
Carol turned to confront Sang but couldn't find her. She turned to the other side, wondering if she was scampering out of her own office, but didn't see her again. She wiggled her hips and felt the limp weight of her coworker dangling over the crack of her ass, and she broke into laughter.
"Hold on, Sang! There seems to be something stuck to my huge, fat ass! I need to scrape it off first!" Giggling helplessly, Carol backed up against a clear section of wall and slammed Sang into it. She thrust her hips against the little mass wedging itself between her fat, round cheeks, her face reddening with hilarity.
There was nothing for Sang to do but beat her tiny little fists against the swelling buttocks that overwhelmed her chest, rising and throbbing over her face. She kicked, but her legs swung between Carol's, so she only banged her heels against the white cinder block wall behind her. "You go too far, Carol! I'm calling HR! You get locked up, never work again!"
"Did someone call HR?"
Carol's head snapped to the doorway; Sang struggled to turn her head against Carol's massive backside and see who had arrived.
Lorean's head and shoulders leaned curiously. It was impossible to guess how long the HR director had been standing there, watching, taking in the bizarre scene. But rather than appearing outraged on Sang's behalf, her eyes glittered and her mouth partially opened in a grin of wonder... and hunger. "This is definitely an HR issue," she said quietly, stepping inside and locking the door behind her.
Carol, disbelieving, slowly stepped away from the wall, letting Sang collapse in a heap. The accountant coughed and glared at Carol's enormous butt, then looked up at the visitor. "You saw, Lorean! You saw everything! Carol's crazy! She sexual assaulted me!"
Lorean swept her sandy, feathered hair back, winking at Carol. "Is that so? I don't know, I heard some pretty nasty verbal abuse before this, Sang. I heard you making some unflattering comments about Carol's size."
Sang leaped to her feet. "Not true! She attacked me!" Then she fell silent, staring up in horror at Lorean, then at Carol.
Lorean had to peer over her own ample chest to even see Sang. "Holy fuck, Carol, what did you do to her?" Carol stepped closer, unable to process what she was seeing. Sang retreated, trapped against the wall by two massive women, their voluptuous hips blocking out the rest of the room, bulky breasts hanging overhead.
Sang was short before, but now she was much shorter, almost half her original size. She was confronted with a wall of fat thighs (Carol's in painted-on black slacks, Lorean's packed into tortured jeans) and deep, plunging crotches. Her blood ran cold as she groped blindly at the bookcase to her side.
"That's not possible," Carol breathed.
Sang didn't like how Carol's heavy boobs began to swing above her. Shadows fell upon her, blotting out the fluorescent fixtures. "What did you do!" she cried. "Let me go!" She thrust her arms before her, attempting to wedge some space between Carol's and Lorean's abundant hips, but the two women immediately sealed her off. Terrified, Sang turned to the bookcase, but Lorean wrapped her fist in the glossy black hair and jerked back, hard. The little woman tripped over her own foot, wrenched, and tumbled face-first into Lorean's crotch.
Lorean gasped in surprise. Before Sang could scream again, she cupped the little woman's skull in her palm and mashed her face into the fly of her jeans. She swung one calf behind the struggling body and pinned her between immense thighs, clamping down on her securely. She looked up at Carol in wonder.
Carol gaped at her, watching the tiny accountant squirming helplessly between thighs larger than her, and then bust out laughing. "She looks ridiculous!" She gasped for breath, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "I don't know whether that's adorable or pathetic!" Most of Sang had disappeared between the huge legs, just one arm flailing freely, one leg unable to find ground to stand on. Carol held her sides with laughter, then waved down at the carpet until she could collect her breath. "Lie down, lie down," she said, gasping. "I wanna try something."
Enthralled, Lorean nodded slowly and sank to her knees. Her fist wrapped around Sang's entire upper arm until Carol picked the little woman up like a parcel of groceries. Lorean stretched out on her front, facing the door, waiting to see what came next. The project manager gently yet firmly laid the struggling miniature accountant upon the denim planet of mammoth ass spreading beneath her, cradling her between Lorean's relaxed butt cheeks. She handed Sang's arms to Lorean and told her to hold them, and Lorean wrapped her fists around Sang's wrists and hands and everything. With considerable struggle, Carol reached around and undid her friend's fly, straining mightily to tug her jeans over the great hips, pulling them down beneath Sang's fragile body. As for the purple thong beneath, Carol simply snipped them away with a heavy pair of office scissors.
"Unreal," Lorean whispered.
Carol rose once more and surveyed her work: Sang's spindly legs disappeared between the HR director's bulging thighs. Her chest fluttered like a panicked bird's, beneath her gauzy summer dress shirt. Her huge, black eyes stared up at Carol in horror, her mouth working silently, her lustrous hair spreading in an aura all over Lorean's gigantic, bare rear.
"Perfect," Carol said to herself, then turned away from the two and pulled down her own slacks. Sang watched fearfully as the project manager's immense buttocks shuddered and heaved into view, directly above her. Carol pried her shoes off and shucked her own pants and panties away. She straddled Lorean's legs. She knelt slowly, and just as slowly she began to sit down. Sang's fine, high voice began to shriek, then was suddenly silenced, muffled by a dense thicket of brown pubes, as her head was deliberately entombed between the abundant cakes of Carol's and Lorean's tremendous asses.
Pausing too long, the project manager savored the moment. "She's biting," she whispered. "But she's shrinking, too."
"What," said Lorean.
"She's getting smaller. I don't know how, but she's getting smaller."
Lorean was unable to crane her head back to see the miraculous effect, but neither could she hold onto the dwindling little arms that withdrew from her reach. Carol moaned, rolling her hips upon her coworker's ass, feeling the tiny arms spooling in from the sides, the tiny legs sucking up from Lorean's crotch. When the miniature head between her cheeks was too small to sense, only then did Carol rise and turn to check her handiwork.
Sang's clothes lay upon the backs of Lorean's thighs. The tiny little accountant was nestled snugly between the overwhelming spheres of Lorean's buttocks. Carol snatched her up before she got too small. "Now, me!" she hissed. "Get up! Put her on my butt!"
Lorean finally glimpsed the diminishing accountant. "Oh, my God," she said, dusting off her bare thighs. Carol transferred the minuscule woman to her possession, then assumed the position on the floor. Her voice was crazed, desperate. "Hurry, hurry! I want her to go in me!"
Nodding dumbly, Lorean dropped Sang upon the massive buttocks: the little woman caromed off each before settling into the dark valley. "Uh, how? How do I get her inside you?"
Growling, Carol bucked her hips up, thrusting her considerable ass into the air. Seizing the HR director's hand, she plunged two of her fingers into her own burning, sopping pussy. Lorean's eyes went wide, but she dutifully painted her friend's asshole with copious vaginal juices, arranging Sang to swim in it.
The tiny woman shrieked, slapping massive walls of slippery flesh with her hands. She screamed words neither woman could comprehend. Lorean leaned in and watched the tiny legs slide along the anal wrinkles, watched the tiny hips, waist, and chest suck into the pulsing, brown ring. And she watched the pleading face, pasted in beautiful black hair, finally get devoured by the twitching, greedy sphincter.
Carol came hard, cupping her gushing pussy and growling. Lorean only wanted to know who she'd get next.