Call Your Union - Danielle Maye
As the towering figure of Danielle Maye, CEO of Rrawpictures, strode into her office, she couldn't help but feel a wave of frustration wash over her. The place was a mess—papers scattered everywhere, files tumbled off shelves, and the air thick with disarray. Where were all her employees?
Danielle called out for her staff, her booming voice echoing through the empty halls. But there was no answer. She walked from desk to desk, her gaze sweeping over the abandoned workstations. It was as if everyone had just vanished into thin air.
Frowning, she began to clean up the mess, her giant hands effortlessly gathering up papers and stacking them neatly on desks. It wasn't until she noticed something small and metallic glinting at her feet that she paused. Bending down, she picked up a tiny figure—one of her employees, shrunken to the size of a pebble.
Confused, she examined the tiny worker, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. As she scanned the floor, she realized there were more of them—her workers, shrunken and scattered across the office like so many insignificant insects.
Her heart racing, Danielle dropped to her knees, scanning the ground for any sign of life. She found two more alive, crushed underfoot and pleading for mercy. With a cold smile, she promised them she'd let them live—if they told her where the last one was hiding.
As they scurried away, Danielle's mind raced. What could have happened to her employees? She had always been strict but fair, never resorting to such cruelty. Shaking her head, she continued her search, her gaze sweeping across the floor like a predator hunting its prey.
Finally, she spotted him—the last one standing. She could see the fear in his eyes as she towered over him, dwarfing him with every step. With a cruel smile, she scooped him up, feeling his tiny body squirm in her enormous hand.
As she returned to her desk, she contemplated her next move. She had already 'unlived' the others—there was no point in helping the ones left. Instead, she would enjoy frightening her little victim about being eaten alive while pleasing herself at the same time.
With a sigh of resignation, she sat down, the tiny worker trapped inside her panties, writhing against her skin. She reached down, feeling him squirming, and grinned. She had never felt so alive.
As she began to pleasure herself, she couldn't help but think about the last time she saw her employees. They were all so small, so insignificant. And now they were nothing more than playthings for her amusement.
With a satisfied moan, she came, feeling the tiny body within her shudder with each orgasmic spasm. As she caught her breath, she realized she had to finish this. There was one left standing, and she couldn't have that.
Drying herself off, she stood up, towering over the desk like a goddess. With a final glance at the mess her employees had left behind, she picked up the phone, dialing the number of the CEO of the company.
"Hi," she said, her voice calm and measured. "I just wanted to let you know—no one showed up to work today."
