Before you shrink down, you still have a ton of paperwork to sort, fill and manage. With your current size it'll be like lifting a large pipe just to write with a pen or pencil.
"Which is why I need you to help me write the paperwork." You ordered Lara, she nodded in earnest.
Lara carried you in her upper front pocket of her blazer. Because of it's location, you could feel the heartbeat and curvyness of her left breast. But you rather not call that out, since Lara's taking good care of you right now.
Eventually you reach your desk, you were put safely next to a stack of paperwork while Lara sat at your chair, took out a pen from your mug holder and examine the paperwork in front of you two.
You instructed Lara what to write, where to sort, where to sign, what kind of paperwork is it and anything else that would help the paperwork issue solved faster.
Because of your tiny size, you had to run around to read and carefully look at each paper in case you miss anything crucial. Eventually you sorted to having Lara lift you up like some platform to see fully the paperwork.
Despite carrying you, with one hand she was pretty efficient in handling them, all the writing and stamping with superhuman precision and accuracy that made you feel intimidated. Or is this because of how small you are that your perception of movement is altered? You don't know and you don't care, as long as the paperwork is done.
And thankfully, it took only a meager 4-5 hours sorting everything. Lara stretched her arms while you sat down with your back leaning on to the mug, exhausted. "Oh, thank God. I don't think I could do anymore paperwork this way."
"I hate to be a bearer of bad news sir, but if your size doesn't revert the next day, you may have to continue filling paperwork this way." Lara told you, and she was right, you were kind off piss about this whole ordeal. The constant running around, the stress of reading giant letters. You even started feeling queasy to your stomach.
But you sigh, "Nothing to do but do my job and wait I guess..." You pathetically chuckled. Lara looks at you with a bit of pity.
"Hmm... This won't do. Anymore of this and you might break due to stress." She commented.
"Eh well, this is the kind of stuff a competent manager do. Who knows, maybe this 'accident' could show I deserved a promotion."
"A promotion to an executive then?"
"Yeah. Imagine me, taking charge of this new tech. I've got tons of ideas to efficiently disperse funds, materials. And most importantly managing safety so something like this shit doesn't happened."
"That's quiet admirable," Lara leans in on the table, "But if you wish to continue so a promotion is guaranteed, you would need to be 100% everyday, correct?"
"Yeah."
"In that case, would you like to fondle me?"
You were taken aback by the proposal, confused even. "Uh, sorry? What?"
She fixed her glasses, and bluntly say, "If your as tired as this everytime you finished a paperwork, a quick break isn't cutting it, that's why I wanted to propose a way to help you relax."
"I... Are you suggesting we should... Hook up?"
"No, more like simply fondling my asset. With your small size, I could simply for example, shoved you between my breast for you to sleep in. That way, you could reduced stress while on the job."
You felt suspicious at this claim, is this intern really suggesting her manager to sleep between her tits?!
"That's not very professional." You tried to rebuke, suppressing your imagination at the thought of you sleeping between your interns breast as a makeshift bed.
"Your not wrong, that's where your size advantage comes in. You're small enough for me to pocket you in my clothes, undected by others, so we will be together at all times, while people would be unaware of you sleeping on your job or fondling me, and I could simply wake you up when the need arises."
Okay, the way she suggested it, feels like the risk is minimum but, "Why though? No offense but your an intern trying to tell me, the manager, to fondle your breast to reduce stress. That just sounds so wrong."
"If you were normal, yes. But with how tiny you've become, the normal workload must've felt tripled for you, judging just by how stressed you are doing everyday paperwork. Plus I am giving my full consent. I do apologize if I did not come up with a more normal plan than this."
At this point, rebuking her offer would be your loss. An intern is giving full consent for you to fondle and sleep between her breast.
You could take it, and risk everything, or not and continue dumping a tripled stress on to yourself.
Thought, she did say it was used as an example, she wouldn't mind if you instead prefer her behind would she?
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