Assessor Best: The Rodrigez Assessment

Chris had dreams of many pretty young Reduced fearfully worshiping his large penis. Crawling along it, lick and sucking on it, and making the most enjoyable submissive sounds. This had him awaken to some raging stiff morning wood. It was well before his alarm so he figured he could indulge in some quick fun. Have a shower, then let the twins wrap themselves to his erection as he ate breakfast. And despite the fact it had been images of naked teenaged reduced that got him going it was a couple a MILFs he wanted to stroke with.

His lovely ladies were all asleep. The March girls cuddled appealingly in a bed. Momma March in the middle while her daughters used her plump tits as pillows. The Bells also shared a bed, spooning in order of height, Mrs. Bell, Stacy, and little Carrie the last sexy spoon. The twins also shared a bed, coiled together more like lovers mid-coitus then scared little sisters. He wondered if they let their incestuous curiosity got the better of them before falling asleep in such a position.

He carefully opened the cage and slipped his fingers around Mrs. Bell's curvy blonde body. Oh she yelped perfectly as he pulled her from their new home to right before his face. "Oh no, what do you want now?" She whimpered. He simply made a sushing action and began to peel that halter top-like shirt off those firm breasts. She made the best little helpless sound but made no attempt to resist him. As he took her little hot pants shorts he noted to himself, and even if she did struggle it would have only made this more fun for him.

Chris placed the fit blonde back in the cage for the moment. The blonde daughters started towards their stripped mother and he asked, "Looking to join your mother in stroking my cock?"

He liked how both girls stopped and looked at his groin. The clear bulge that was his Assessor erection made the tiny teens shiver noticeably. Their mother answered for them, "No please. Haven't they suffered enough?" The idea came to Chris' mind about taking the whole Bell family at once. Three lovely blonde toys whimpering as dragged along his thick length was appealing. But he was really craving a MILF sandwich. Besides they were his now, there would be other opportunities to ring the Bells together.

"Then they should stand back." He noted as his hand grabbed Mrs. March.

"No mommy!" Little Melissia March cried as he pulled her mother from the cage.

As Chris pulled her straining top from those chest pillows he told the woman's youngest daughter. "Oh, speak again. Any of you speak and I'll roll my balls over you as the mothers ride my man rocket." He mentally begged any of them to speak as he took Mrs. March's shorts. Partially expecting the Twins might just to be giant sex fodder. But they, like the other teen girls, just stood watching and trembling. They might be aroused by the idea but they were still scared of his towering size.

Both ladies naked he grabbed Mrs. Bell and pressed her to the front of Mrs. March. Later ideas took seed seeing those two stunning ladies pressed tight face to face. He filed that away as he pulled out his enhanced cock. Little Carrie Bell yelped fearfully at its bouncing mass. As he wrapped the mothers to his thick shaft he was tempted to make that sound Carrie's ticket to his balls. But he was too horny and just wanted a good Reduced duel women stroking to ease his painfully hard manhood.

Oh it felt so good. Those two boughten bodies sliding along his sensitive penis. They made pitiful little grunts as he enjoyed their bodies. Plump tits, especially Mrs. March's pair. Both had long toned legs wrapping his girth. Their pampered skin was like stroking his cock in tiny silk skinned angels. This was going to be a heavy release.

His phone rang. The ring tone told him it was work related. He considered for a split second finishing up and calling back. But the last thing he wanted to do was get on Drew's bad side. So Chris waddled quickly into his room while holding his erection between the motherly pair. "Hello?" He said hoping this was just a miss dial.

"Hey boss." Sal said in a sympathetic tone. "Sudden morning meeting, Drew wants everyone there in twenty."

"Ah, but I haven't showered or had breakfast." He hoped that would buy him some time to complete his current situation.

"Well, shower quick, we'll get you breakfast on the way to the office. Please be out front in ten."

"OK, I'll shower and be right out." Chris sighed. An Assessor was on call at all times after all.

He hung up and waddled back to the cage. He placed the confused and clearly relieved mothers back into the cage. He saw the boxes of what was likely the Bell's clothes. He sliced them open and dumped the boxes in the cage. He threatened, "Have those put away by time I get home or suffer my annoyance." Then closed the cage and started towards the bathroom.

As he entered he heard Stacy Bell note, "Finally something besides these tight bras and tiny shorts." He wondered how happy she would be when she discovered how short and tight her other clothes were.

As he quickly showered his erection slowly wilted. It almost seemed like a waste. His little friend was so ready to go, and that was dashed from him. Later, he promised his manhood. If he was good and not too distracting he promised his manhood hours after supper draped in his entire Reduced collection. He dressed and took a longing look at his cage. He swore the twins were looking back at him just as longingly. Yeah, he hated facing the world this horny.

He was startled when he opened the door. A delivery man jumped back, also frightened as Chris opened his entrance. There was trepidation in the man's voice as he apologized, "Sorry Assessor Best."

"Oh that's no problem." Chris replied as his heart settled down. Then he realized something, "Wait, how do you know my name and title?"

"It's on your packages. I'm sorry. Please don't reduce me." The man begged.

Chris waved that off. This was one of the many rumors going around on the internet, that Assessors were basically modeled as uncontrolled reducing tyrants. So he explained, "I'm not allowed to reduce you unless you're breaking the law. Reading the boxes you deliver is your job."

"What about that Assessor in St. Louis?" The man nervously asked.

"What Assessor?" Chris wondered.

The man took his phone out like Chris had a gun on him. Then Chris realized he did in a way. His ability to reduce someone was a dangerous weapon nearly always at the ready. The man tapped on his phone and showed Chris a video.

A man yelling, "How dare you make me wait? Do you know who I am? I'm an Assessor, you should have a table waiting for me at all times."

What must have been the Manager nervously advised, "We are sorry sir. The next open table is yours, I promise."

"Not good enough." The Assessor bellowed. Then the Manager was reduced. Then the man looked over the restaurant. "That table is free." He announced and a table of young women suddenly was reduced. He walked over and placed the manager in the glass bowl centerpiece. Then grabbed each woman and put them in as well. He clapped loudly, "Why isn't my table being cleared?"

A waitress rushed over and started clearing in. Her expression was terror, the type Chris liked seeing on his Reduced. The man laughed and said arrogantly, "No, not by you. I have plans for you." And the Waitress was reduced and collected. The man commanded, "Bring me your wait staff as I decide who should clean my table."

Chris paused the video. He didn't want to watch more. That was well outside the rules for Assessors. Chris noted the video name as he explained, "He will not get away with that. I promise I'm not like that. There are rules for Assessors, and I follow them."

Chris didn't think the man believed him as he started to bow, replying, "Oh, thank you Assessor Best, Thank you!"

Chris looked at the boxes and decided he had time. He took them in and spilled the contents in the cage, "Clothes for the Marchs. I want the six of you dressed the same when I get home. No excuses." Then he left.

Sal and Carl were waiting for him in front of the building. With a quick stop at a fast food place they made it to the office. The others were there. "Hey Chris, you know what's going on?" Steve asked between sips of his coffee.

"Not sure, but I did see a video earlier that I have to ask Drew about." Chris replied, digging out his breakfast.

Trevor moved over, "The rumor is they are moving up the time table and we'll be getting three to four assessments assigned to us a day."

Steve flinched at that idea, "That's too many. How are we supposed to properly vet a family at that pace?"

Trevor shrugged, "Maybe they're lessening the amount of lights on the analyzer?"

"Hey did you guys see this?" Gloria asked, walking over with her phone.

Gloria started a wedding video. Like in movies the priest asked if any one objected and a disheveled and clearly drunk guy burst in. He shouted in a southern accent, "Debbie you bitch. I'm better for you then that asshole. I'm an Assessor now!"

The Bride also had a Southern accent and said in a sympathetic tone, "Fred we spoke about this. It's over, I'm with Luke now. That's who I want in my life. Please, your making a scene at my wedding."

"Oh it's not over, that's not what I want. In fact, I'm keeping you in my life from now on!" The drunken man shouted. Then the bride was reduced.

"You bastard!" The groom shouted taking a threatening step forward then he shrunk.

The Drunken Assessor then whipped around, "Nobody moves! You all are now getting assessed." Then he staggered back around, "Starting with sweet little sister Tina." The Main of Honor screamed as she shrunk. He whipped out a pocket knife as he grabbed the pretty young woman. Then slit her tight dress open as parents attempted to cover their children's eyes. "Fine Reduced you'll make." The man noted shoving what seemed like the Bride's little sister down his pants. The he slurred out, "Guess I better Assess the other Bride's Maids now." Then Gloria stopped the video.

"Wait, we can do that?" Steve asked in confusion.

Chris quickly answered, "No, no we can't."

Gloria noted in disbelief, "There are videos like that from all over the world. Some more graphic. Including the killing of Reduced."

"Oh you know already." Drew's unique voice called out. Chris noticed how the other three cringed a little at the Mendhakian. Guess they also weren't quite comfortable with their toad people over lords. Drew continued, "Yes there have been incidents involving Assessors. I am stating right now I will not have such things happen from those under my command. If you or any of the coming Assessors do such acts you will be harshly punished. Now the failed Assessors have been apprehended, had their inputs removed and have been Reduced for their actions. Those that were unrightfully Reduced that could be found have been restored. Now we'll have to work even harder to regain the public's trust. So any abuse. Any abuse from now on will incur discipline. I let minor things pass, but till people understand what your jobs are and what rules you have to work under you will be perfect examples of Assessors. Any questions?"

The group of them looked nervously about. Steve asking, "So they were Reduced, then what?"

Drew answered, "Then they were handed to their supervisor. Most I heard deposited them. I would have a harsher location to send you." Chris remembered seeing the toad person devouring Reduced killers and their like for his lunch the other day. Was that the harsher location the usually relaxed Mendhakian was referred to?

Trevor had a more relaxing question, "What is going to happen to their rightfully Reduced?"

"Deposited, sorry." Drew said, starting to sound a little more like Chris was used to.

"Deposited means when the purge happens we Assessors will have first dibs at buying them?" Gloria asked hopefully.

Drew sighed like he was happy to get something done that explained, "The ones not assigned to Breeding division certainly. Remember after the Purge we want now staffers to have a chance to own their own Reduced. We have discovered such things help good members of societies to vent their darker urges. Which lowers crimes, and hopefully keep you and the other Assessor from being busy."

Trevor inquired, "How are you determining which are up for sale and which go to breeding?"

"I have to send a memo, this stuff should have been in your training." Drew complained. He got a strange official look on his broad mouth face and started, "First they have to be fertile. Currently we are taking half of them and they get sent to Breeding. The other half and infertile are being held till the Purge in a few months. The system is currently building a database of what human's find attractive from what Reduced you Assessors are keeping. We'll be using that data after the Purge to determine which reduced will sell best. Any fertile that don't reach a determined attractive threshold will be shipped to breeding. The only exceptions are Reduced children, those with limited mental facilities, hostile Reduced, medically restricted Reduced, and the over aged."

"What will happen to the infertile that don't reach the attractiveness threshold?" Chris wondered.

There was a shy tone to Drew's answer of, "We have other uses for them."

"And the fertile from those other groups?" Steve asked.

"Reduced children will be raised and educated till they come to sexual maturity then their fates will be determined. Mentally, medically, and aged will be tended to till the pass. Cared for with care and tenderness." Drew informed them.

Trevor sighed thinking, "Shouldn't the kids be given a second chance?"

Drew looked sad while saying, "This planet's population has to be dramatically reduced before being brought into the Galactic Alliance. Sadly that means harsh choices. Human's under a certain age will be judged by the actions of their parents. Those who do not have parent or direct guardian input in their maturing will have their own actions judged with considerations per their homing environment."

Then something clearly came to Steve's mind, "Wait, what happens to the hostile reduced?"

Casually Drew replied, "We Mendhakians dispose of them."

"Oh good." Steve said, sounding strangely relieved. Chris on the other hand knew how the Mendhakians were doing that.

The friendly toad man offered, "Any other questions?"

They looked at each other and Gloria answered for them, "Not currently."

Drew smiled his giant mouth smile and reminded, "Well if any come to mind you know where my office is. And remember you four will be on your best behavior from now on."

They all said, "Yes sir." And Drew happily hopped back to his office.

Chris was thinking about Mendhakian disposal methods when Trevor commanded towards him, "OK, out with it."

"What?" Chris lied.

"Whatever is troubling your mind. Drew said a few things that made you make a face. What was it?" Trevor demanded.

Chris sighed seeing the group staring at him. If it was just Trevor he might have wrangled a way out of this situation. But under the watch of the other three he felt obligated to. "When Drew says the Mendhakian dispose of violent or unwanted Reduced he means they eat them."

Steve sort of gasped. "What, no?"

"Why do you think that?" Gloria asked.

Chris explained, "I saw him. The other day in his office. He was eating what he told me were killers and the like."

Trevor's tone was disturbing then the remembered sights for the other day, "Oh how did he eat them?"

Chris managed to answer that question, "Kind of like how toads eat flies and things. Just shot out his tongue then snapped their struggling bodies into his mouth. Well her at the time."

He was hardly done speaking when Steve fearfully asked, "Do you think that's the Mendhakian plan? Reduce us and eat us?"

Chris repeated what he had been told, "Well, take this as you want but when I asked that Drew pointed out if they wanted to do that then the Mendhakian's could have collected us all without leaving their ships. So wouldn't they just have done that?"

Trevor was taking a different idea from this new information, "You think Drew would let me watch him do that?"

Chris was confused, "You want to watch him eat people alive?"

Gloria butted in, "What do you mean Drew was a her at the time?"

"Yes," Trevor injected his answer to Chris' question. Adding, "Now are the little nasties all men or does he mix his meals. More importantly, are the little killers naked or does he eat them dressed in something?"

Chris was getting disturbed so he answered Trevor then cleaned his plate by responding to Gloria, "They were all men when I saw. And naked. Yeah Gloria, I guess the Mendhakian genders are fluid and when there are more of one then another the younger less authoritative ones switch to balance it. Drew was out with a bunch of his supervisors and he switched. Then he switched back after a couple days due to male being his preferred gender."

Steve said something sounding somewhat distant, "Man that would be useful for a friend of mine. They say they switch genders depending on the situations they're dealing with."

Seemingly ignoring Steve's mumbling Gloria asked, "How do you know Drew was female? He hasn't had boobs any time recently."

Chris explained how he noticed, "Nothing that obvious. They are a warm blooded amphibian race after all. His facial structure rounded out, his coloring changed, and his eyes went from yellow green to blue yellow."

"Interesting." Gloria noted.

Steve back into the conversation requested, "You're sure they are not planning on eating us?"

Chris repeated Drew's logic and hoped the toad man hadn't lied to him, "They are spending an awful lot of time and effort for something they could have accomplished just flying about the planet and vacuuming us up."

Trevor, still in own conversation suggested, "I bet they squirm in his giant mouth, struggling. Kicking and screaming till he chews them to bits."

Chris cringed at his co-worker’s obsession and explained, "They struggle, but Drew didn't so much chew them then chomp on them with his hardened gums till he got them to where he could swallow them."

This brought a disturbing smile to Trevor's face as he softly guessed, "So he swallows them whole and alive?"

Trying to get out of the conversation Chris suggested, "Maybe you should ask Drew about it."

The other three looked at the toad man's office door and gave uncomfortable shrugs. Then they basically all said, "Yeah maybe." Then after a moment of awkward silence Gloria asked Trevor, "So Saturday, should I bring anything?"

"Just what you want to drink and maybe a Reduced to drag your chips about. I'll have eats for everyone." Trevor advised.

This slipped them away from the eating habits of a man sized frog to their relatively normal weekend plans. Chris finally could eat his breakfast. A little cold now but filling. He still would have rather been home instead of here for the meeting. Breakfast would have been warm and his lap would have been full. He checked the time hoping he would have time to zip home and finish up with the Reduced MILFs before going on to the morning Assessment. No, with driving time he didn't. So he went to check if they added any more upcoming assessments. His assignment files were gone and a tablet was in its place. "What's this?"

Steve laughed as he noted, "They got rid of the paper files and everything will be included on those. You'd have thought a race that mastered intergalactic travel would have given us tablets first. Still better late than never."

"I suppose." Chris agreed, starting up the device. Soon he was through the confirming security and looked at upcoming cases. Monday had him in early, very early. Before sun up. He was assigned a survivalist compound. Seems they were arming to fight the Mendhakian occupation. The world's armies couldn't stop them but these people thought some rifles and homemade explosives would throw the super advanced toad people off the planet. This frightened him, he's seen what happens when police try to handle these people on their land. He wasn't combat ready. But if they didn't stop them before they started their terror campaign then innocent people would be hurt and killed. He just didn't like the idea of walking up that hill and being one of the first.

Drew must have thought that wouldn't happen as he had assessments later in the week. An old couple Wednesday afternoon. A young couple Thursday morning and a family that afternoon. They must have thought he would need all Tuesday to do the reports on the compound. Checking back and seeing the number of likely targets on the compound made him glad they thought that. Nearly two hundred people lived there including children. Dang this might get messy. How does that many doomsday preppers find each other and then agree to live together?

"You alright?" Steve asked from his side of the desks. Chris showed him the compound basics. Making Steve gasp, "Oh shit."

"I don't know if I can handle this." Chris confessed.

Steve had good advice, "I'm sure Drew wouldn't put us in any major danger. You should talk to Trevor. He was the Assessor on that gang raid, he could tell you how he handled that."

"Yeah, I think I will." Chris agreed while looking for Trevor. The gang was only a few dozen people. Armed but not like the compound. But the methods used could help Chris understand how they might handle the survivalists. He didn't see his fellow Assessor, not that he had long to look as his watch went off telling him it was time to go to today's first assessment.

He let Sal know he was coming down before leaving the office. His SOAs were waiting and they headed to the Castle/McCauley household. He looked over their file. Spoiled trust fund rich kids. They looked like the Preppy rich kid assholes from so many eighties comedies. They never had to work a real job for their whole lives. Cruel to people they saw as beneath them. Starting at five blips, this might be a short assignment. If this goes as he expects he would have time to scratch that itch in his crotch. Miss. McCauley wasn't his type and he wouldn't keep her as his Reduced. But with a fit slender body and long blonde hair she sure would work for some quick relief. He was wondering if Steve or Gloria would offer a better deal for his used goods as he pulled up to the house.

Mr. Castle's daddy bought him this giant building for just the two of them. Their wedding was scheduled for a week after the Purging date. But they selected the venue before the Mendhakians arrived. Likely many spots opening up at spots like that in the next little while. He knocked and was surprised to see Mr. Castle answer his own door. "Assessor Best I'm assuming. Please, come in. Come in." Was said in a cheery if nervous tone.

"Yes, Mr. Castle, correct?" Chris asked entering the house.

"Oh you can call me Brad sir. Tanya is waiting for us in the dining room. Would you like something to drink? Sparkling water or some juice?" Mr. Castle asked leading the way.

"Plan water please." Chris said.

"Sure thing." Brad accepted quite readily.

Chris confessed, "I'm surprised you answered your own door."

Brad nodded and said frankly, "A week or so ago I wouldn't have. But if things go bad for Tanya and I I didn't want Harriot to have to be here to be included."

Chris explained, "She isn't part of your Assessment, so if you fail she wouldn't also fail."

He nodded then said, "That makes sense. Still after putting up with us for a year she deserved a paid day off. Really we owe her more, hopefully we will be able to make things up to her."

It sounded like real remorse in the young man's voice. He wondered if it was. Had they had an epiphany? In the dining room he met Tanya McCauley. She noted, "Please call me Tanya."

They had him set up at the head of the giant table while they sat beside him holding each other's hands. The water was cool and refreshing as Chris explained the procedure of an Assessment. Unlike other rich couples they stayed silent and intently listened. To his surprise when he turned on the monitoring device it only lit up four blips.

When he finished Brad cleared his throat and asked, "Would it be OK if we gave a statement before we started?"

"Technically we started when I knocked on your door. But if you want to give a statement before I start my questions." Chris offered.

"Yes please." Tanya requested.

"Alright, please do." Chris acknowledged.

Brad started, "Well, when we first received the notice we were to be Reduced we were angry. We thought it was just because we were rich white people. That we didn't do anything wrong. That we were being punished simply because our families were successful. Then one night as we ranted about it we realized that wasn't it. The notice of Reduction was clear on the main reasoning, we were being reduced do to the fact we didn't do anything to make things right. We have money and privilege and we simply used it only to bully those that work for us. Or people working in service industry. It came like a bolt from the blue, the Mendhakians wanted to rid the world of awful useless people and we were a couple of awfully useless people."

Tanya then took over, "So we are working on changing. Old habits are tough to break. But we are attempting to grow. We now spend three days a week at one of the city's soup kitchens. I learned how to make bread rolls. And I also spend some time at an Animal shelter. It's been eye opening for me what I had to offer the world that my selfishness wasn't allowing me to see. As I said though, bad habits are tough to break. Will there be classes or help groups available to us if we pass this assessment?"

Chris noticed the blips were lower again. These two honestly wanted to change for the better. "Yes if you pass I will hand you a pamphlet with websites set up for signing up for classes and help groups."

"That's great." Brad said. Then stated, "And we know if we fail the Assessment it's our own fault."

Tanya added, "We will not blame you. This has to be a tough job. And unlike the videos we saw online you look reasonable."

No change in blips, they were not lying. Chris replied, "Yes those are awful. Those Assessors have been removed and Reduced as their punishment. Their victims have been helped as their standing allows."

Brad accepted his statement with, "That's good. Well, I'm ready."

"Yes, let's get this started. While I'm not freaking out." Tanya agreed.

"Well, let's start with, as you called it, awful treatment of service staff." Chris began.

Chris left the Castle/McCauley house nearly two hours later with a giant smile. His first passing Assessment. It was a glorious feeling. He didn't think that it would feel so good. They were so happy. Inviting him to their wedding joking that they expected many of their current guests wouldn't be making it. He did warn that they would have to stay productive members of society. And to his surprise they looked excited to help the world become a better place.

As he slipped into his ride one thing was on his mind, using the girly pairing of Melissia March and Carrie Bell to burn off the lustful feeling tainting his thoughts. Sure any of his failed pets would work but his more despicable urges were rumbling in his thoughts and the twisted perversion of playing with such young beauties would ease that more than their MILF mothers or even their gorgeous slightly older sisters. And yes, the twins were about their ages as well, but he didn't want them fearfully eager. He wanted to feel girls that were helpless struggling, to hear them plead. And finally to hear them whimper as he smeared them in his cum.

"Home please Carl." Chris said as he buckled his seat belt.

Sal looked confused, "Did your lunch with Eden get canceled?"

"Fuck." Chris cursed under his breath. "No, I just forgot. Thanks Sal."

The SAO nodded saying, "No problem boss."

Chris took a deep breath and requested, "To the office."

"Right away." Carl answered.

Chris called Eden in the hopes that if lunch went fast enough he could slip home and rub one out before his afternoon assessment. He hated when he got like this. Bad ideas slipping into his train of thought. Ideas especially bothersome when lovely young teens were in his line of sight. That was the purpose of his morning self pleasuring. To keep such perverse thoughts at bay. Not that they were usually too distracting, today he was just hornier than normal. Likely because his morning relief was cut off mid session.

"Hello Chris." Eden answered his call.

He loved the sound of her voice. That made him feel a little better. He replied, "Hey Eden, I was just coming back to the office from my assessment. I was wondering if you'd like to head out to lunch when I get there."

"Sounds good." She happily said then asked, "How long before you get here?"

He looked up and asked his driver, "About how long before we reach the office?"

Sal smirked as Carl answered calmly, "We'll be there in less than ten."

"About ten minutes?" Chris told Eden.

She sounded excited as she told him, "I'll meet you out front." Then in a tone that matched Chris' unwanted mood she inquired, "How did the assessment go?"

He was worried he was disappointing her as he told Eden, "They passed, my first ones."

Eden sounded gleeful, "That's awesome! You must feel great!"

"I do." Chris confirmed.

"OK, see you soon." Eden advised.

"See you soon." Chris agreed before hanging up. He was happy, the prettiest girl in the office was going out on a date with him. He was certain her being there would distract from his more intrusive thoughts. What was he worried about? That happy company would keep his mind straight.

Eden looked lovely in her gray pencil skirt and white blouse. She happily slipped into the car and announced, "I'm so glad you are doing this for me."

Chris couldn't help but tease the friendly woman, "Why wouldn't someone want to have lunch with you?"

She chuckled, which just encouraged Chris, then explained unnecessarily, "No, let me pick out reduced from your upcoming Assessments."

He hoped this also wasn't necessary but he still explained, "You know I'm only going to reduce them if they fail their Assessment."

Eden smiled warmly and expressed, "And I hope they all pass and I have to wait till the grand Purging to get some. But, if they do fail, I'll enjoy having some early."

Something about Eden's expression aroused Chris. It might have been just a pretty girl sitting close to him smiling excitedly while he was already extremely horny. Still, the idea of Eden taunting tiny helpless men had a trill to it, "Well then, have a look at my upcoming assignments."

"Oh, there are a few." Eden noticed. Sure enough new Assessments were listed for next week. Chris was timid to look. The last thing he wanted was to see some family having a daughter that triggered his unwanted instincts and brought certain things to notice before Eden.

They arrived at the restaurant. A simple family dinner style place that was a couple steps above fast food. They were directed to a booth and sat. Eden had his tablet and was nearly too distracted to order a BLT and salad. He selected a cheese burger and fries then worried she would think he ate that type of greasy food all the time. If she even noticed she didn't say. No, she more noted a likely subject of the compound reduction he was scheduled to look after on Monday, "He looks like a fit fellow."

The waitress walked by drawing Chris' eyes away from Eden's gleeful reduced man shopping. He immediately wished he kept his focus on his tablet and coming assessments. Directly across in clear view was another booth. Two women, both lovely, sat chatting while poking at salads. But that unfortunately wasn't what caught Chris' attention. No on the edges of the booth were their young teen daughters.

The one on the right was likely only fourteen. She flipped her long dirty blonde hair over her shoulder. Womanhood was just hinting along her girly form. Tight chested tee teased perky little fresh breasts. Little pink shorts showed nice teen legs. Still immature enough to sit on her knees in the booth and lean on the table. This stretched the pink material around little round ass cheeks. This made him imagine having her bent over that table and stretching those young cheeks with his Assessor girth. When he chased that from his mind her lunch of chicken fingers or something and fries for lunch would trigger other twisted thoughts. They were horribly encouraged by her dipping the tip of one in some white sauce and suckling it off with those soft pink lips. He knew he shouldn’t have been but he kept thinking of those lips stretched about his modified cock.

Chris would tear his perverted mind from that innocent child when the other would grab his attention. She looked to be about the same age. Her hair was a light brown shade. It was about as long as her friend but she had it in a tight braid down her back. She wore a form fitting light yellow thin material sundress. She was intensely interested in her friend's conversation and arched her body towards her. This pushed her chest out. She had been blessed with a more developed bosom than the other had. Plump on her girly form they looked like they would have been delightful for a sick man to fondle and suckle. That horrible violation pushed away, Chris noticed her posture had pulled her skirt up. Showing her supple teen thighs. The perverse notion of folding them over her as he fucked her inexperienced girlhood hard was hard to shake.

Chris struggled to push such despicable thoughts from his mind. Turning his head so he wasn't looking at the innocent girls helped some. He hated himself for such thoughts. Why, he wondered, did he have such unhealthy sexual interest. He still questioned why that very horrible flaw had made him ideal for the Assessor job according to the Mendhakians. It wasn't just the sexual attraction to young teen girls that bothered him, it was the want to dominate them in that manner. To use them for pleasure, to subjugate them, and to make them helpless in his control.

He looked from the corner of his eye as he questioned that last uncomfortable acknowledgement. The image of those pretty young girls as reduced and pressed to his towering penis flooded his imagination. Supple freshly flowering bodies naked and forcefully wrapped to his towering manhood. Their girlish pretty faces helplessly pleading as he enjoyed them. Oh the ways he could savor them. He wondered how they would sound when they delightfully begged.

Chris cursed himself in his mind. Why was he such a monster? They were just children, innocent as far as anything he knew about them. If he was the assessed and not the Assessor he knew he wouldn't pass. He again blamed not busting a nut all over little Mrs. Bell and Mrs. March that morning. If he had stroked those dark urges out he wouldn't keep imaging those teens in such ways. That had always worked for him before to keep his monstrous desires at bay.

Eden and he finished their meal. She had left him a list of wanted reduced if they failed their assessments. As they drove back she asked him, "Are you alright? You seem distracted."

Chris lied, "Oh my mind is just my coming assessment."

Eden smiled and accepted, "That makes sense. I would be troubled to have to pass such judgements on entire families. It must take a toll on you."

Chris confessed, "I have found ways to vent the stress of them afterward."

"Well good," She said happily. Including, "No one should be overly stressed by their jobs."

Now he was worried. This was his big chance to make a connection with Eden and he spent it distracted with his mental failing. He had talked with her during the meal, but that was mostly looking over the files of the coming assessments. But that was mostly commenting on the information before her. That wasn't real conversation.

They pulled up before the office and she offered, "Thanks for lunch. I hope your next assessment goes as well as the one this morning."

Chris replied, "Well I'm glad you enjoyed your lunch. Sorry I was so distracted."

The words, "Well, you'll just have to make it up to me by taking me to a fun movie." Brightened his spirit.

"Yes, yes that would be fun. Did you want to go tonight?" Chris offered.

"Can't tonight. I have a family thing. How about next Tuesday?" Eden requested.

Chris nodded and accepted, "Next Tuesday, it's a date."

Eden's lips were so soft on his. Her tongue stroked his and he would have kissed her deeper if he had expected to receive such a gift. She pulled back and giggled before saying, "I was hoping it would be."

As Chris watched Eden enter the building. Sal noted from the front seat, "Well that went well."

"Yeah." Chris replied. But his guilt about being distracted still lingered. So he asked, "You think I have time to go home for a few minutes?"

Sal shrugged then noted, "Were you planning to just grab something real quick?"

Even with the knowledge Sal was an android Chris didn't feel comfortable confessing his actual plans. "I just wanted a few minutes to relax since my next assessment isn't for a little bit."

Sal and Carl looked at each other then Carl explained, "As the Assessors you are allowed to be late or early. So if you didn't mind being late to the Rodrigez's you could take a little break at home. But they live on the opposite side of town from your place."

Chris hated being late. He took another look at the Rodrigez family photo. Mother was attractive but not too attractive. Their daughter was almost plain. Deciding his darker instincts wouldn't be a distraction he sighed and said, "I guess then we'll go now and I'll relax after my reports are filed."

"Yes sir." Carl replied and the car started moving.

They traveled again towards the fancy part of town. Seems even under the Mendhakians money gave privilege. Isaac Rodrigez owned a construction company, but his real money was earned smuggling people into the country. Mostly for them to be defacto slaves to their new bosses. Sure Maria, his wife, helped out at a soup kitchen and a few other places. The daughter, Sophia, helped at old age home on weekend. And those facts might have countered some of Mr. Rodrigez's crimes. The family had to be judged as a group and not individually. If he was determined to change their good deeds would keep them from being reduced.

He pulled up to another giant home. Sal followed as he approached the home. He knocked and Mrs. Rodrigez opened the door. "Hello?" She said in her slightly accented voice.

Chris explained, "Hello, I'm Assessor Chris Best. I'm here to do your family's assessment."

"Oh, you're early." She advised unnecessarily.

He suggested, "Yes, well that means we can get this over with early and hopefully have your family back to normal."

She requested, "My husband isn't home yet. Could you come back later."

Sal cleared his throat and this gave Chris the courage to say, "I am here now to do the Assessment. These are done when the Assessor determines."

She looked nervous. Then surrendered, "Right. OK, I'll call him. Come in." He followed her to a giant kitchen where she grabbed her phone then noticed something out in the yard. She opened the door and called out, "Sophia dear, come in and get dressed for our assessment."

A sweet voice replied, "But that's not for another half hour."

"The Assessor is here now. So get changed while we wait for your father to join us." Mrs. Rodrigez explained.

"Yes mom." The voice from the yard accepted.

As Mrs. Rodrigez called her husband the girl came in from the back yard. Chris immediately recognized the family photo on their file was old and not well shot. Sophia wasn't some plain girl. She was a gorgeous young Latina with silky black hair. Her body was barely clad in a pink string bikini. And what a body, he couldn't believe she was only fifteen. Firm plump breasts were barely contained behind little pink triangles. Her torso tapered perfectly to grabbable hips that flowed down to long shapely legs. He was wishing he choose to be late when he sweet voice greeted him, "Hello."

He fought hard not to stare at those perfect tits as he answered back, "Hello, you must be Sophia. I'm Assessor Best."

Her soft looking lips on that beautiful face formed the words, "It's nice to meet you Assessor Best. If you excuse me I should go change."

"Certainly." Chris agreed, wanting to go to her room and give her a private assessment. She turned and he was given a great view of her round firm ass and watched it bounce as those long toned legs ran that Latina teen dream up stairs.

Chris was resisting the barrage of ideas of what he would do with access to that body when Mrs. Rodrigez advised, "Isaac is on his way. He'll be here in about twenty minutes."

"OK, I just remembered something. Is there a private spot where I can make a call?" He asked.

"Certainly, right this way." Mrs. Rodrigez said and led him to an office.

Once alone he dialed Drew. He had to clarify something. "Hello Chris, what's up?" His supervisor answered.

"I have a question." Chris confessed.

Drew replied, "OK shoot."

Chris nervously asked, "Well if a family fails their assessment and are for certain going to be reduced, would it be alright for me to enjoy one before I reduce them?"

"Oh you know this." Drew advised knowingly.

Chris surrendered, "They’re human according to the law till they are reduced."

Drew noted, "Sorry dude. I would have to follow that."

Chris sighed and admitted, "Yes. I was just being selfish."

Drew advised, "Well, we all can be. It is accepting and not following that instinct is why you are an Assessor. Good luck with the assessment."

"Thanks, talk to you later." Chris replied.

Drew simply said, "Later." and then hung up.

Chris stayed in the office and sighed. He was letting his urges take his logic. He could have gotten himself in deep trouble just for a little play. A knock at the door. He opened it and Maria and Sophia stood there. "Assessor Best, we were planning to have you do the assessment in the office. You could set up as you wait."

Chris nodded saying, "Thanks I will. I'm done with my call you may enter if you like."

"Thank you." Maria Rodrigez accepted and the women entered.

They watched as he placed the device down. He was glad Sophia had changed. Though her black skirt still teased those legs. Also her plain white blouse hugged tight to her wonderful breasts. He teased himself mentally that instead of calling Drew he should have gone to a bathroom and masturbated. Knowing he would be asking quite a few questions he requested, "May I have a drink of water."

"I'll get it." Sophia offered and bounced to her feet. She turned quickly and this flared her skirt slightly teasing her white panties under it. Then shuffled from the room.

Alone Mrs. Rodrigez noted to him, "I don't understand why we are being assessed. We haven't done anything wrong."

Chris couldn't reply, he hadn't explained the device to her yet. So he advised, "I need to explain how this works before I say anything else."

A smart woman Mrs. Rodrigez requested, "Alright. Wait till Sophia comes back."

Once the teen came back Chris sipped the cool water then explained how the device worked. The basics of how it detects truth, intent, and lies. Once finished Mrs. Rodrigez again pushed, "But why are we being assessed?"

This wasn't how an assessment was supposed to work. But it would work. "Do you know what you husband does for most of his money?"

"He has a construction company." came from Mrs. Rodrigez didn't change the analyzer.

Chris requested, "Do you know he has been smuggling people into the country?"

She shrugged and said, "I know he helped some people in need find a better life here. But under the coming world government that wouldn't be a crime."

Chris could see that was exactly what she was told. He was helping people. He felt awful telling her the truth, "Did he tell you many of the people he brought into the country end up being servants for rich people. Being mostly paid with their meals. Unable to escape due to fear of being sent back. Basically he is bringing rich families slaves."

"No, no he wouldn't do that." Mrs. Rodrigez gasped while she and Sophia looked at each other in disbelief.

Chris felt awful for them. As their reaction didn't increase the meter. They actually didn't know. He tried to make them feel better. "It was the charitable actions by you two that earned this second chance."

Sophia understood right away, "So we could be punished because my dad broke the law? That isn't fair."

Chris conceded, "No, but with the volume of people to be reduced over all sadly means some people will be subjects via who they're connected with. Use this chance to escape the situation your father put you in."

"How can we do that?" Mrs. Rodrigez asked.

Chris advised, "Just answer my questions completely honestly."

"Can I do anything else? I will do anything you ask to protect my daughter." Mrs. Rodrigez noted, emphasizing the word anything.

Chris explained, "No, the assessment is on you as a family."

Nervously Sophia asked, "Are you sure? I would be willing to do anything to save my mom. Whatever you ask, anything you want."

Before Chris could reply Mrs. Rodrigez said, "No Sophia. You heard Assessor Best, he has to judge us as a family. Besides, how would it make me look if I allowed a man his age to do things to my daughter like that."

A light went off on the meter and Chris advised, "That was an honest and upstanding statement. You're off to a good start. Now when Mr. Rodrigez arrives please allow me to explain the process of how an Assessment works before you say anything to him."

Sophia asked a reasonable question, "How do we know you're not lying about my dad making people into slaves?"

Chris explained, "The meter monitors my statements and if I lie during an assessment my bosses will know and I could face reduction as well."

"So can we ask you questions?" Mrs. Rodrigez inquired.

Chris worried what her questions might be. He was trying not to look at Sophia too often even though she was very inviting to admire. But as he said the device monitored him too so any avoidance of the truth would be recorded, "Yes, but we should keep the focus of the assessment on your family."

In a burst she requested, "What will happen to my family once we are reduced? I've heard rumors, please clarify so I know Sophia will be safe."

Oh why did she have to ask that? Chris wanted to avoid that truth and though he knew it would show on the report he tried to deflect, "Why don't you focus on trying to be as honest as possible and then you might avoid being reduced altogether."

Mrs. Rodrigez insisted, "What will happen to us Assessor Best? What will happen to my daughter?"

Chris sighed. Sophia was gorgeous and young and the meter would know if he lied. So he simply confessed, "Reduced from a failed Assessment becomes property of their Assessor. A woman at the office I'm starting to date wants to keep your husband as her personal plaything. You, Mrs. Rodrigez I'll trade in for extra pay and you'll be sold at a reduced pet store after the grand Purge."

Chris looked at Sophia and really wished he hadn't been pressed for this answer. He also wished he had gotten a chance to masturbate some time that day as he was strangely heavily aroused by this horrible response, "Sophia I will keep as part of my personal collection. Likely right after her reduction I'll use her helpless miniaturized body to pleasure myself with. Then take her home where I can access her at any time. Using her as a living sex toy."

The women gasped in shock and disgust. Mrs. Rodrigez correctly pointed out, "You're sick. She's just a child." Then questioned, "How is that allowed?"

Chris hated to explain, "Reduced aged thirteen or higher are acceptable as access to them will help keep non-reduced individuals like myself from breaking interstellar law as reduced are no longer considered people but are then property."

Sophia nervously asked, "So are you hoping we fail so you can do nasty things to me?"

Chris felt better with this question, "I hope your family passes and you don't get reduced." As much as he would love playing with her as a helpless living doll he rather have to go home and feed his dark desires then make her the subject of them.

"Have you done many Assessments? I mean they just started recently haven't they?" Mrs. Rodrigez injected, seemingly happy to know her judge wasn't hoping for their failure. That Chris wasn't pushing to get ahold of her teen daughter.

Chris responded as trained, "I've done several."

Mrs. Rodrigez quickly questioned, "You've looked over my family's file. Do you think we'll pass?" Chris didn't get to answer as she clearly read his face. "Oh no. Please what can we do to pass? How can I save my daughter?"

Chris felt awful. He only had the unhelpful statement, "Just answer honestly and hope your husband is sorry for his actions and looking to repent and make the post Purged society a better place."

"I'll divorce him. Let me call a lawyer right now. If we're divorced Sophia will come with me and only Isaac would be reduced right?" Mrs. Rodrigez begged desperately.

Chris wished it was that easy. Heck if that was an option he would have offered it to the March ladies even post her husband's foolish attempt on his life. Or made the suggestion of emancipation of a minor to the Pollard twins. But as the rules stated, "You've lived with the benefits of his crimes. You now have to face the possible punishments. I'm sorry. I just hope your husband acknowledges his past misdeeds and will work to correct them in the future." From their expressions they did not have much confidence in that outcome as the two women that knew Mr. Rodrigez best hugged each other and started crying.

Chris was glad Sal was with him as Isaac Rodrigez stepped into the room. Seeing his family crying he angrily demanded, "What is the meaning of this? What have you done to my family?"

Mrs. Rodrigez leaped to her feet and clearly forgot about Chris needing to explain how an Assessment was done to her husband, "How could you smuggle people into the country to basically be slaves?"

"What? I would never do that?" Mr. Rodrigez said, relighting the light on the meter the women had made go out.

Chris tried to interject, "Before you say anything else may I."

But Mrs. Rodrigez was too excited, "Assessor Best told us that you do."

Mr. Rodrigez brought another light on with, "He's lying. He's trying to make us fail the Assessment for some reason."

Chris tried to bring things to order, "Look before anything else is said."

Now Sophia interrupted him, "No daddy, if he lies during an Assessment he could get Assessed. You said you only helped people get into the country to get a better life!"

His statement of, "I do sweetheart. I only want to help people not as well off as us." Just brought him dangerously closer to the tenth light on the analyzer.

Chris yelled, hoping to take control of the situation, "Please stop and let me explain how the assessment and this analyzer works."

Mr. Rodrigez pointed at him and snarled, "You shut up. You lying to my family has caused enough problems. How dare you tell them that I'm a human trafficker."

Oh no, Chris thought seeing that the Rodrigez family was now just two lies from being Reduced. If he couldn't stop and explain they had no chance to escape. "If you don't hear me out you'll end up Reduced."

Mr. Rodrigez pulled a gun, holding it up behind himself. Now it was out of Chris' hands, if Isaac Rodrigez did anything besides put the weapon down or away Sal would reduce him and then Chris had to complete the Assessment. The angry man advised, "No you're going to listen to me." Then started to bring his arm down and forward. He was inches tall before he completed pointing the weapon.

"You OK Assessor Best?" Sal asked as he walked over and pinched the mini pistol from a very scared shrunken Mr. Rodrigez.

Chris sighed, he was physically alright. "I am unharmed." He said as he looked at the women staring back at him in terror.

Maria Rodrigez pleaded, "Please Assessor Best, we didn't have anything to do with him pointing that gun at you."

Chris felt awful explaining, "I'm sorry Maria. He failed your family Assessment when he threatened me with a weapon."

"Sophia run!" Maria Rodrigez screamed, throwing herself between Chris and her daughter. She clearly didn't understand how quickly a person was reduced. Or how easily they could have found Sophia even if she escaped the house. Not that she even had time to reach the door to the room.

Chris asked Sal as he stood up, "Can you put that one in my briefcase?"

"Sure boss." Sal said in a knowing tone.

Chris found the women cowering together behind the couch they had recently been sitting on. They only trembled as he picked them up together. The mother pleaded, "No, no please. Please don't take my daughter." But it was too late he had already taken little Sophia in his other hand.

Chris looked at the tan skinned pretty young reduced in his giant hand. He could feel her trembling in his mighty grip. The warmth of her sensually blossomed body melted away the guilt he had just been feeling. That white blouse teased plump firm breasts. That black skirt advertised long shapely legs. Her pretty face, all scared and helpless, begged to have his cum dripping off it. She made him forget his past hopes that she would avoid this fate by pleading so arousingly, "Please don't Assessor Best. I've never been fully with a guy before."

He gleefully advised her, "And now your first time will be with a giant."

"No, you can't." The Reduced in his other hand screamed frantically.

He squeezed Maria slightly as he reminded her, "You're reduced now. I can do as I want. Now stay quiet or I'll be extra cruel."

As he slipped the reduced woman in his briefcase with her former husband Sal asked, "I take it you would like to be alone."

"Yes please. Thanks again Sal." He responded to his protector.

"No problem boss." Sal said, tossing something up and down.

Chris realized he forgot something, "Thanks for keeping me safe, Sal."

"That's my job." The SAO responded then left, still tossing that dark object. It wasn't till Chris sat on the couch did he realize it was the pistol Mr. Rodrigez had pulled on him.

Chris marveled at how horrible he was. Just a minute ago he felt bad for the struggling teen beauty in his hand. Now he had so much power over her and was legally allowed to indulge in it. Encouraging him was how she squirmed in his grip. Stretching and arching that shapely body in his grip. Her blouse pulled tight across those amazing breasts, and the skirt rose up showing more and more of those wonderful legs. Her being a Reduced with some fight just added to his enjoyment.

Sophia whimpered, "Assessor Best, what are you going to do to me?" As Chris reached for that wonderful golden letter opener.

He couldn't resist licking his lips in erotic anticipation before confessing with glee this time, "I'm going to enjoy that rocking body of yours. Rub it all over my erection."

She yelped as she saw the golden blade lowering towards her. She grabbed at a couple of his fingers and strained in a helpless attempt to break free from his giant grip. He hummed in arousal as he started popping buttons off her blouse with the edge of the golden dull knife and an easy flick of his wrist. More she squirmed the more she exposed her tan bra. Poor little reduced beauty thought she could sway him with, "Please don't Assessor Best. I haven't even been with a guy before." She could not know of his dark weakness and how much more that made her appeal to him.

He forced the front of her now unsecured shirt open. He loved that he kept getting to feel her plump breasts as she fought to cover herself again. His lust however prompted him to restrain those arms. Her eyes went large as he carefully slipped the tip of his golden tool up between her bra restrained breasts. She begged, "Please don't stab me Assessor Best." With a hard tug he snapped the front of her bra making her cry out in pain.

Breast open for inspection he brought Sophia to his eager lips. Hungerly he suckled both of her mounds. Sophia sang wonderful sounds of helplessness. His tongue stroked and poked at her nipples to stimulate them. They felt so good to taste. Flavored as they were with scared whimpering.

Sophia was pinned in his lips by the suction he had on those delicious breasts Chris could now admire her shapely legs. He slipped his giant fingers up her little black skirt. As his thumbs stroked her thighs other fingers traced her cotton panties over firm ass cheeks. The teen Latina was still struggling, attempting to push off his restraining mouth as her body wiggled about. He could see from how her head waved about that she was trying to see what his hands were doing to her lower body. His index stroked between her thighs and she perfectly begged, "No, no don't touch me there."

He carefully slipped the letter opener up the shirt along her back. Chris poked the tip through the waist band to split it some. Then with the blade between her and her skirt he tore through the garment. Oh he liked how she arched in reaction. The grunt of discomfort that joined that action made his hardened shaft jump hard in his pants. This gave her no chance to catch the broken skirt before it floated to his lap. She kicked and waved her long legs as he rolled her white panties off her. This didn't hinder him, actually it allowed him to admire their fit tone even more.

He hooked a finger down the back of her shirt. This generated, "Please stop Assessor Best." She fought on despite past results. He simply restrained her arms back and took her top from her. Tossing it across the room like a discarded candy wrapper.

Chris took the helpless teen from his mouth. She chanted no over and over as he leaned forward and pinned her to the table with just two fingers on her shoulders. Watching that body arch and stretch as she struggled to break free was arousing. He liked how her legs kicked about wildly. He had forgotten her knee high white socks and black shoes. Deciding he liked how they added to her helpless look he kept them on her.

Sophia's eyes went huge and she screamed like an actress in a horror movie as he slipped his enlarged cock out above her. Laughed as Mrs. Rodrigez gasped in shock, "That thing is fucking huge."

He tapped the cell the parents were in with the flat of the letter opener and commanded, "Stay quiet."

Mrs. Rodrigez questioned, "How is what you are doing to my daughter better than what my husband did? Why is she being punished like that?"

Chris thought only for half a second that he should punish the reduced woman for questioning his fun like that. However he had been unable to spend his lust all day and now that he was able he wasn't going to waste time dealing with a reduced woman he didn't find sexually appealing enough to play with. He closed the briefcase then snickered at the Rodrigez's screams as their cell folded down into darkness.

Chris leaned forward and pinned Sophia's torso to the coffee table with the thickened end of his cock. The girth held the teen as she struggled to push it off. The squirming pushed those breasts into his sensitive end. She sang such erotic sounds of effort. He loved feeling her little hands stroking and pushing at his tip. Her long legs kicked and rolled about looking for a spot of leverage that could somehow dislodge his mass. He openly hummed in pleasure from the sensations of her fruitless fight. He wished she had a sister, then he could have stroked his shaft as he savored her helpless squirming.

He instead rolled his tip over the pinned Latina. Savoring how her breasts rolled back along his actions. He made sure her face was rubbed with the edge of his domed end. Her hair was silky strands along his sensitive skin. This made his plaything struggle more, generating even more appealing sounds of helplessness. Her skin was so smooth and warm. He's been craving this all day.

He scooped under Sophia and sat back onto the couch. He draped her on the top of his hard enhanced cock as he prepared to catch her as she likely would attempt to slide down his length in a foolish bid to escape. She didn't, no she clung delightfully tight to the end of his erection. He couldn't resist taunting, "Finally gave up?"

She didn't look up from where her face was buried against his sensitive skin. He faintly heard her whimper, "Please, I'm terrified of heights."

"Oh really." he snickered before twitching the muscles at his base. As his shaft jumped his newest pet yelped in terror and pressed her desirable body tighter to his massive cock. The sensation of her hugging tight and trembling along his tip made Chris happy so he twitched his erection again and savored the teen's fear like a fine wine.

As much as he wanted to pleasure himself Chris stopped and just admired his newest living doll. Her fear of heights was an interesting development. He never considered what the world would be like for a Reduced. Sure it was only a couple of feet from his tip to the couch, but for a five inch girl that was a whole different thing. He wondered what phobias his other pets had.

He was comfortable and Sophia wasn't going anywhere. So he carefully slipped his tablet out of the briefcase and started working on the reports for the day. This monotonous work allowed his mind to reflect back on his day. The joy of his first successful assessment. The disturbing thoughts he had about those girls during lunch with Eden. Then his mind remembered his first glimpse of his new pet. How that pink bikini advertised that body. Now he could order her new bikinis but something made him long to pull the strings on that one and reveal Sophia's body.

That would technically be stealing, he noted. If she wore it when he reduced her that would be one thing. But to take it now would be another. Yet, he didn't get in trouble for taking his Reduced clothes removing letter opener. And, could he reduce an object not on a person? He wanted that swimwear so bad now. He hated to call for such a petty reason, however he figured better ask permission then end up reduced himself.

Drew greeted him, "Hello again Chris, how did the Rodrigez Assessment go?"

"Sadly they failed." Chris noted wondering if he was honestly sad about that as his hardened cock was still draped in terrified naked Reduced Sophia.

"Oh that's too bad. Did they at least get close?" His boss asked.

Chris explained, "The women did. But Mr. Rodrigez came home and wouldn't come clean of his crimes. I'll have it in my report."

Drew guessed wrong about the call, "You know that they still have to be Reduced too. The numbers are too large to start making exceptions."

Chris replied, "Yeah, I know. I didn't want to but I did. Actually I have other questions."

"Well sure, that's what I'm here for. Well, one of the things I'm here for." Drew responded.

Chris started, "Well, this is a bit awkward. But when I first arrived Sophia Rodrigez was wearing a skimpy bikini."

Drew interrupted, "And you want to take it for her to wear for your amusement. Go ahead. Assessors have dangerous and stressful jobs, you're allowed to take a few souvenirs from the homes of reduced families. I mean you're not allowed to clean out the building or anything. But a couple outfits or simple trinkets is ignored. Just don't let yourself get carried away."

Chris gasped, "Really?"

"Sure." Drew confirmed.

"Can I reduce objects not held by a person?" He wondered.

Drew advised, "Anything smaller than a bread box. Whatever that is. So no cars but desks or smaller is fine."

Chris found it amusing that Drew thought a bread box might be as large as a desk. He guessed being new to Earth could make that easy thing not to know. "Well thanks. You'll have my report in a bit."

Drew was a rather nice toad man, "It's Friday, you don't have to rush. As long as I get it before Monday morning it'll be fine."

"Oh, thanks Drew, talk to you later." Chris said happily.

"Have a good weekend pal." Drew stated before hanging up.

Chris set his tablet down and wrapped a hand around Sophia's trembling form. As he slowly stroked his newest pet along his length he thought about going up to her room for the bikini now or after she was dripping in his cum. She made sounds encouraging afterward, but he worried he'd lose his nerve if he didn't do it before. But what to do with his wiggling delight. Then he had a thought. Not something he would do in public, but should be fine in private. He pulled his boxers and pants up and pinned the teen under his shaft inside his clothes.

Chris stood and then sighed. What an interesting sensation that was. Then with the height hidden his new plaything began squirming again. He happily petted the bulge pinned along his erection as he teased, "Soon my pet. Soon."

He worried some about walking with a Reduced in his pants. He didn't know if he could crush her to death or not. Sophia was wiggling hard along his giant cock so he figured the weight wasn't overwhelming for her. He liked how his shaft shifted and rolled over her curves. The material of his boxers held her body around the girth. Then there were the stairs, pumping his length along her. He wouldn't be coming down stairs with her in there.

He found her room right away. Her pink displaying swimsuit laid on her bed confirming it with a glance. He was about to reduce it when he wondered what other treasures she might have in her wardrobe. He opened her closet and snickered. Right there hanging like a gift was her cheer uniform. Same as Stacy Bell's. Made sense that two rich girls would go to the same high school. He added that to the bed planning a reunion between the teammates once he got Sophia home.

A selection of dance uniforms also caught his eye. None of them likely would hide a curve on her body. He almost left them as they would be hard to strip off her body. Well, that was if he cared to keep them intact. On the bed a selected few went. A few button up blouses and skirt combos. If he knew he could have done this before the other girls would have a collection of one time clothes he could tear off them as well.

A suitcase was in there and he decided it would make shrinking his selected clothes easier. He added the collected clothes then checked her drawers. Jeans and pants were tempting to see on Sophia, but much harder to slice off, so he left them. A few pairs of light pajamas to save him ordering any for her.

Then the jackpot. Seems the pink set wasn't her only skimpy swimwear. He basically dumped the whole drawer into the bag. Lastly was her underwear. Panties were panties at any size. Sport bras would be the same as Reduced ones in the long run.

Then there was a single pair of particularly girlish panties. Likely a forgotten pair from Sophia's younger days. Cute little pink bunnies decorated them. Likely too small for her fine ass now. Still the naughty part of Chris mind latched onto them. But he had no use for them. Well, not in the long term.

Chris sat on Sophia's bed and opened up his pants. She greeted him with, "Please let me out Assessor Best." He responded by wrapping those childish panties around her and his thickened shaft.

Coiled in her old panties he held her tight to his cock and began stroking himself. Sophia's sexual form felt great after a long day of being horny. The panties were a twisted touch to indulge his monstrous desires. His plaything made perfect whimpered gasps as he used her body. While the soft cotton of the panties made him perversely happy.

Soon he was holding the wad of Reduced and panties before his excited tip. The day of being denied relief built up quite the load. Glob after glob of cum sprayed that tan skin. It soaked his new pet and her old panties. She struggled to escape but his cupped hand held her in the spray. Her whimpering cries seemed to draw more white fluids up from his balls. In the end that beautiful face, those round tits, her supple thighs, through her long black hair, every inch of her young body was wet with his claim on her.

Sophia began sobbing. Part of him told him he should feel bad. But another darker part pointed out this shows she was slowly accepting that this was her life now. He walked to a bathroom and carefully slipped her into the sink. Water on, he commanded, "Rinse off."

He spotted a hamper and dropped the cum soaked panties inside. Figuring they would be dry before anyone discovered them. Stiff, but dry. He freshened up. Then went to explore while his pet washed off.

He didn't find anything of great interest upstairs. Mrs. Rodrigez had a few outfits he took for shredding off his pets. Button blouses and skirts. But really nothing too exciting. He reduced the suitcase and collected Sophia in a face cloth.

He slipped Sophia into her own cell in his case and dropped the shrunk suitcase into a pocket inside before gathering his things. He trapped the Rodrigez family inside and exited the building towards the car. Sal let him in and Carl asked, "Where to?"

Chris requested, "The office please. I'm hoping to get my new pet tinkered before that department closes."

Carl noted happily, "Oh we'll get there with plenty of time to spare." And then left the Rodrigez house.