“Yeah! I’ll do it!” You proclaimed, standing up. “I mean, how hard can it be?”
Bethany’s whole expression morphed into pure joy. “Oh my gosh, really? Aren’t you the adorable little gentleman!” She exclaimed, picking you up gently and placing you in her palm. “This means the world to me, Tom. Thank you…from the bottom of my heart.”
“Sure thing. Can’t sit back when a girl needs some help.” You put on a theatrically bold face, and Chelsea rolled her eyes. To your surprise and slight embarrassment, Bethany actually blushed.
“You’re so nice. I’ll…have to make this up to you…somehow.” Bethany expressed her gratitude, voice lowering a bit on the last part. Waving goodbye to Chelsea, she left your giantess friend’s dorm and walked briskly down the hall to the guard office, holding her palm flat and as motionless as possible in front of her chest.
While riding on Bethany’s palm down to the guard office, you wondered if it had been a good idea or not to get involved in this whole situation. It certainly seemed like an easy way to make a cute girl happy, but you never knew how badly things could go at your tiny height, and with your luck. Also, you tired not to notice Bethany’s huge blouse-covered breasts that bounced into your back with each step the girl took.
Upon reaching the office, Bethany gave a quick nod to her friend and walked inside the office, gently dropping you onto the central desk, beside a keyboard and computer. She then placed her hands on either side of you and leaned over the desk, looking down at you with a friendly expression.
For a brief second, your breath caught in your throat as Bethany’s boobs were now directly in front of you, and you could see the slightest trace of a sleek purple bra beneath her tight blouse. Truly, her breasts were massive, easily dwarfing Chelsea’s, and despite her more conservative clothing compared to Chelsea’s jaw-dropping maid costume, you found it equally as impossible to not stare.
“Okay, Tom.” Bethany cleared her throat, drawing your gaze from her tits. “This office is pretty small, but we’ve got a lot of valuable and expensive stuff in here. I’d like to think no one would stoop to the low of stealing from this place, but you never know.
“I do wish that my best friend had been able to sit in here tonight.” Bethany mused. “She’s been in here before. Her name’s Estella? Do you know her? Long, black hair? Tattoo of a dragon on her left hand? Wears dark purple lipstick practically all the time?” You shook your head. “Oh well. I told Estella what was going on, but she said she had a test or something to study for tonight, like Chelsea.”
You scratched your chin. “What do you need me to do?”
“Basically, just be a deterrent.” Bethany shrugged. “Knowing a guard replacement is on duty should scare any potential criminals off. Not that anyone really knows about the unlocked door…but better safe than sorry. Also, this place has no cameras, which is another reason why it’s so important having someone here to keep an eye on everything.”
“Gotcha. I won't let you down!” You nodded, silently praying that everything would just be calm and peaceful tonight.
“Well…if that’s so…” Bethany fidgeted awkwardly, before lunging down towards you so fast you almost screamed. In the blink of an eye, Bethany planted her warm lips onto your face, her luscious mouth nearly consuming your small frame entirely. She pulled away nearly as quickly as the unexpected attack had come, and her face was burning bright red.
“That’s for…doing this for me…” Bethany stuttered, shuffling over to the door. “Thanks…for helping…little cutie! I won’t forget this.” With that, Bethany was gone, closing the door behind her and heading off to her scholarship dinner party with her friend. You were left to ruminate about that sudden turn of events, which led you to desperately crave another kiss from her. It was like a warm, loving embrace surrounding your entire body. Traces of saliva from her lips stuck in your hair, but you hardly cared.
For the next six hours, you spent the time pacing back and forth on the desk, glancing at a few papers and folders scattered on the desk, and intermittently daydreaming about Bethany’s kiss or the image of Chelsea as a maid. You took stock of the huge, cash-laden strongbox beneath the desk you were on, as well as several boxes marked “CONFIDENTIAL STUDENT INFORMATION FILES”.
The clock struck midnight, though it hardly felt like it. While the hallway outside was pitch black, the office was still brightly lit from the overhead light. You yawned once, but otherwise felt awake and alert, ready for anything. You were Bethany’s security guard replacement for the night, and you would guard this room with your life.
You regretted thinking that as soon as the thought crossed your mind, as a sudden flicker shut off the light in an instant, casting the room into near darkness. Only the ominous glow from the red EXIT sign and the dim screen of the desktop monitor illuminated the room. Seconds later, and a terrifying, methodical thumping of sneakers on the tiled floor reverberated from down the hall.
Screaming like a coward, you dove behind the nearest item on the desk, which happened to be fancy looking wristwatch probably misplaced by a student. Peeking your head over the watch, your skin crawled as the steps grew closer and closer, your heartbeat racing. You slapped your hands over your mouth to stop from screaming again as the door to the office swung open ever-so-slowly, and a massive figure crept inside.
“Y aquí estamos.” The figure spoke in a thickly Hispanic, feminine accent. Approaching the middle of the room, you noted the figure was wearing a stylish black hoodie over their head. However, only a second later, the figure threw back their hood. “Maldita sea! I didn’t think it was going to be this easy!”
The girl laughed, shaking out her lengthy, black hair. Despite your fear, your horrified brain still took stock of how disarmingly gorgeous the girl was. Her deeply tanned skin was flawless, and her brilliantly black eyes demanded your full gaze. Her luxuriously shapely lips, coated in mesmerizing dark purple lipstick curled into a grin.
“Bethany wasn’t kidding about the loot in here though. Esto es Loco!” The girl laughed again, taking a sleek string bag off her back and zipping it open. “Confidential files too? Sounds like prime blackmail material to me! Time to make a killing!” She joked, rolling her shoulders and flexing her hands. On one hand, you could just faintly make out the intricate tattoo design of a dragon.
You took a few futile deep breaths and peered at the giantess, who was clearly Estella, as she began shoving items of value into her bag. Quite obviously, Estella had eagerly betrayed her friendship with Bethany to rob the place blind, and no doubt result in Bethany’s firing and potential expulsion from the college for failing to keep the office guarded properly.
You knew you couldn’t let this happen, but how could you, a one-inch tall tiny, possibly hope to stop a clearly morally bankrupt giantess from having her way with the spoils of the guard office? You needed a plan.
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